#because he's so full of love!!!! and i am full of love for him!!! WAH

[sehyunie23]

|Summer Fic|

Nothing's Gonna

Change My Love For

You - Aespa Karina

Y/n POV

"Mun, how many orders do we have for tomorrow?" I asked my assistant.

"Based on our calendar, we have..." Mun looked at our records while I compute our profits for this week.

"We have 10 orders for this week," Mun said as he looked at me.

"10? That's quite a lot," I chuckled as I put the financial papers away.

"You accepted it, not me," Mun said as he raised his hands.

"Oh get out you smarty pants!" I said as Mun just giggled and went out of his spot, probably going to get some good food because it's already lunchtime.

I stretched from my seat and closed my computer, then gonna go outside to breathe some fresh air.

Grabbing my coat, I left my office and went on my way to the building's exit, also greeting some of my employees along the way.

Going out, the bustling sounds of the busy city hit me. Cars honking, the clacks of the people's shoes, music blaring from afar. If you are not in a great mood, you will be irritated from where I am standing.

I then walked some steps and arrived at my cafe slash restaurant where some of my creativity and love for food is poured in.

Entering what is like my second home, I see many customers eating and enjoying the ambiance of my cafe which puts a smile on my face. I then went to the kitchen where the pastries and some savory food were already plated, ready to be served to our customers.

"Y/n! Nice to see you again. Your good is gaining popularity huh?" Jun, one of my managers went up to me as he picked up a tray full of food.

"Tell me about it. And pasta?" I asked as I saw his tray, plates full of pasta.

"Well, you know. You going for that European vibes has it's perks," Jun said which made us both giggle.

"Uh... Can anyone speak English or French? I have a customer right now but I don't speak both languages," Mihyun said as she opened the door to the kitchen and pouted.

"Mihyun, didn't I tell you to study English?" I raised an eyebrow at the girl.

"Oppa~," Mihyun then whined and stomped her feet.

We all laughed at her but I went to the counter with her following in tail. Seeing the customer, I put up my smile and greeted him.

"Bonjour! Bienvenue dans notre café. Qu'aimerais-tu commander?" (Good morning! Welcome to our cafe. What would you like to order?) I said and the customer smiled and proceeded to tell his order.

Punching the items on the computer, Mihyun is watching intensely beside me, eager to be better at her job and that's a good thing.

"Je vais donc répéter votre commande. deux croissants, trois macarons et deux chocolats chauds?" (So I will repeat your order. two croissants, three macaroons, and two hot chocolates?) I said and the man happily nodded.

"Oui, merci beaucoup," The man said and I entered his order into our system.

"Vous souhaitez payer en espèces ou par carte?" (Do you want to pay by cash or card?) I asked and looked at the man.

"Je paierai par carte s'il vous plaît," (I will pay by card please) The customer said and took the payment for his order and then he gave his name and voila, the transaction was finished.

"Wah~ you sound so sexy speaking French oppa!" Mihyun said and squealed making me laugh at her silliness.

"Oh you little pumpkin," I said and ruffled her hair, making her laugh.

Giggling as well, I then looked at the operation of my business, and from what I saw, it was doing well. I hope that it continues for a long time.

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Karina POV

"Good job for today girls, your promotions end today, and give yourself a clap. Congratulations!" Our manager said and the staff clapped, congratulating us, making me and my group mates thank them.

"Thank you all! We couldn't do this without all of you!" I said and bowed in front of them.

And from there, we celebrated with our staff. Ningning being the youngest, leads the crazy things or dances as she just wants to party.

I still keep a stance, being a leader means responsibility. Looking out for my members, our manager went to me, whispering something.

"Hey, you guys up for dinner after this?" She asked.

"Eun unnie, when did we refuse food?" I asked making her chuckle.

"Okay, I know a place," Unnie said.

"We gonna eat somewhere delicious?!" Minjeong suddenly appeared at my back, asking her question.

"Woah, chill out. Yeah, I know a place," Unnie repeated.

"Oh! Is it the place where you brought the delicious croissants?" Minjeong asked and unnie smiled.

"Yep! Nice memory," Unnie answered.

"Hah! You know me unnie~," Minjeong said as she flicked her hair.

"Show off," I said and Minjeong just glared at me, making me giggle.

"Anyways, I know the owner. I will take a call now," Unnie said.

"Wait! Food!" Ningning suddenly latched herself to unnie.

"Aigoo you baby. Karina!" Unnie squealed as Ningning was piggybacking on Manager unnie.

I laughed at the sight with Minjeong, Aeri arrived here as well, joining in the laughter. Several minutes passed, and I was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through my Instagram until my eyes saw a croissant and an eclair.

Looking at the pastries makes me hungry, I thought that this couldn't be. I need to make someone hungry as well.

I looked to my side and saw Aeri, I smirked and was about to do my plan until she sush me.

"I know what you are going to do Jimin, no," Aeri said which made me pout.

Aeri then looked at me with a smirk on her face, making me scoff.

"Hah! You can't do that to me Jimin. Also, I know Y/n," Aeri said.

"Y/n?" I asked, confused.

"Oh, he's the owner of the restaurant where we will go later," Aeri answered.

"Aha! I love his pastries! Let's go!" I squealed in delight.

"Maybe you will love him more," Aeri smirked.

"Aigoo you flirt, come!" I said, picking up my jacket.

"Girls! Let's go!" Eun unnie said to us and we followed her to the van.

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Y/n POV

"Yah! You little shit! Come back here!" Mun said as Mihyun decided to play a prank on him.

"Oppa~ do you love chocolats?~ Because I always see you in pain," Mihyun burst into laughter while I stifled mine, especially on that little pun Mihyun just said.

At this point in time, the store is usually closed but Eun noona, one of my closest friends called me for a reservation and I just accepted it. Of course, I couldn't do it myself so I asked some of my staff on who wanted to do overtime and luckily, Mihyun and Mun agreed.

"That pun was so bad. Pain au Chocolat?" I chuckled and Mihyun just giggled.

"Come on Y/n. That's not you to laugh at a joke like that," Mun said while wiping himself clean from the flour.

"Wah~ It's good to give exceptions sometimes," I said, calming down from my laughter.

"Not you too," Mun groaned, but a sight for Mihyun who was on the ground, laughing like it was her last day.

"Y-you! HAHAHA!" Mihyun wheezing on the floor and I just let them be.

Suddenly, I heard the door to my restaurant open. Looking at my two co-workers for the night, I giggled at them before leaving the kitchen and opening the front door for my last customers.

Walking to the entrance, I saw a group of girls waiting, with being the first one, of course

"Eun! WHAAAA!" I said as I opened the door.

"YAH!!!! Y/N YOU LITTLE!" Eun jumped and ruffled my hair.

"Ow! Yah! Aish," I said, preventing Eun to pull all of my hair.

"Y/n oppa! I want a croissant," Aeri said.

"Really?" I said a little bit annoyed as Aeri just giggled at me.

"Aiyoo, we want food! Hurry hurry!" Eun said and released my head, then she smacked my butt.

"I wish I just closed my shop," I said and sighed. Just then, the other girls just chuckled at us.

"Oh! Hello everyone! I'm Y/n, the owner of this humble shop. Also, Eun and Aeri, my loyal customers already know me as you saw earlier," I said, glaring at the two girls and they just looked at me innocently.

"Anyways, Welcome!" I said and bowed to them. The other girls clapped at me, making me smile.

"Hello! We are Aespa!" The four girls introduced their selves.

"I'm Karina, leader of the group. The one beside me is Minjeong, next to Aeri is Ningning, and you know. Aeri herself," A girl named Karina spoke, introducing her members.

"Well, nice to meet you all! I hope you enjoy our dinner menu and from what I heard from Eun, you all like my pastries, and with that, I'm very thankful," I said with a sincere smile.

Just then, Mihyun went out of the kitchen with menus in her arms and walked towards us.

"Bonsoir! Welcome to our cafe! Let's get you seated!" Mihyun greeted them cheerfully.

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Karina POV

"I want an eclair!" Ningning said.

"Can I have a gelato?" Minjeong asked.

"We only have Oreo, Choco Fudge, and Coffee," the girl named Mihyun said.

"Can I have a combination of Choco Fudge and Coffee?" Minjeong asked.

"Absolutely," Mihyun answered.

"I will do that please, thank you," Minjeong said with a smile.

"Okay~, for your Aeri?" Mihyun asked.

"Hit me up with a coffee gelato," Aeri said and Mihyun wrote it down, then she looked at me.

"And what will be your dessert Karina-ssi?" Mihyun asked.

"Do you have choices?" I asked.

"I can guide you to our cafe if you want," Mihyun suggested to me.

"Please," I said with a smile. Mihyun retorted about the actions and told me to follow her.

Not far from our table, I saw Y/n with another behind the counter full of beautiful-looking pastries.

"Mun! One Choco Fudge with Coffee gelato and one coffee gelato. Also, one eclair," Mihyun said to the man beside Y/n.

"On it!" Mun said as he scooped the gelato.

"Karina-ssi, you can pick whatever you want," Y/n said making me smile at him.

I walked closer to the counter where the pastries were displayed and there, my eyes wandered from every bread. Having a hard time picking, a pair of eyes then met mine and I just felt something.

Not strange, not weird. Just something I can't explain for the moment.

"Having a hard time picking?" Y/n said from behind the counter.

"Yeah, they all look nice, to be honest," I said with a smile.

I mean, seeing them displayed is just like going to an art museum.

"Thanks! That meant a lot to me," Y/n said.

"Say, mind recommending me one?" I asked, now looking at Y/n.

"Well, I do have one. It's my favorite" Y/n said and stood up, making me follow his actions.

"Really? What is it?" I said, intrigued.

"Well, here!" Y/n said and picked up a tray of beautifully made pastries.

"Woah~," the cake just made me look in awe at how gorgeous it is.

"Three Chocolate Plaisir. Layers after layers, with each layer offering different textures," Y/n smiled as he gave me two pieces.

"I will trust you on this," I said while giggling.

"I promise you that you won't regret it," Y/n said confidently.

"I would hold on to that. Thanks Y/n!" I said.

"No problem Karina-ssi. Have a nice dinner," Y/n said and I nodded with a smile. I then picked up the plate and went back to our table and just as I was about to sit, the girls were very jealous of my dessert, making me laugh at them.

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Y/n POV

"Wha~ I saw Aespa!" Mihyun began to daydream while wiping the plates.

"Yet they don't know you. HAH!" Mun said to counter Mihyun.

"Shut up~, Minjeong gave me an autograph," Mihyun said as she looked at Mun, totally annoyed.

"WHY ARE YOU SO LUCKY!" Mun shouted.

"Now now, calm down Mun. Now that we are finished here. Care to close the shop for me?" I asked Mun gently.

"Okay, but!" Mun started and looked at me.

"But what?" I ask.

"I want Aespa's autograph," Mun said but I smacked his head before he could mutter another word.

"But, but!" Mun tried to reason.

"Go to their fan meeting. Tell me and I will buy you a ticket," I said and Mun immediately nodded.

"Okay! Go now and I will close the store happily!" Mun said, now humming. A complete turnaround from his attitude earlier.

"He's a certified my," Mihyun said.

"Tell me about it," I giggled.

I then picked up a bag containing of many ready-to-bake pastries for the Aespa girls and Eun, giving it to them as a token of appreciation.

Going out of the kitchen, I went to their table where I saw them getting ready to leave.

"Wait! I want to give these to you all," I said and gave them the bags.

"Oh? What's this Y/n?" Eun asked.

"It's our ready-to-bake item. Take it as a gift," I said with a smile.

"Strawberry croissant?! Yes! Thank you! I will eat this well!" Ningning exclaimed, making me release a chuckle.

"Oh no. It's nothing," I said while waving my hands.

"Oh! Speaking of baking. Jimin? You will ask a question right?" Eun said as she pushed Karina a bit, making me look at the latter.

"U-uh. I-I love yo- WHA! I mean I love bread!" Karina said, a little startled, making me look at her weirdly with a giggle.

Suddenly, the other girls just began coughing. Ningning then smacked the table hard, looking away from me.

I then looked at Karina, fiddling with her fingers, holding the pack of ready-to-bake bread.

"I guess you want to learn how to bake Karina-ssi?" I asked and the girl's eyes widened, making me smile.

"You can call me, or even tell Eun for for the time. Whenever you are free, just ring me up," I said and Karina smiled and nodded shyly.

"Okay. Now that all is finished, here's our payment Y/n," Eun said as she showed me their company card.

"Okay~," I said and took the card for their payment.

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Karina POV

It's been days since we ate in Y/n' oppa's restaurant and it's also been days since my members teased me using Y/n.

"Step to the left but put more energy on the arms when you swing it, okay?" Our instructor said.

"Ne!" We all answered and the instructor said her goodbye and Eun unnie went in front of us.

"Okay everyone~. Aeri, Minjeong, and Ning, you are finished for today~," Eun unnie said which made me confused.

"Wait? I still have on my schedule?!" I whined at unnie.

"At this hour?! She still have-", Aeri is starting to be angry until,

"Y/n. This is your freest time for the next two weeks so why not now?" Eun said as Aeri's anger turned into a smirk.

"Yah yah yah! Shut up Aeri!" I said while glaring at her.

"I'm not saying anything~," Aeri teasingly said.

I looked away from them clearing my throat. Now what happened to me? I was so tired until Eun unnie said where I was going.

"Unnie, bring me a delicious croissant okay? Thank you!" Minjeong said as she ran outside our practice room.

"Yeah unnie! Bring me home- I mean! Bring something delicious! Minjeong! Wait for me!" Ningning followed suit as Aeri walked out slowly, giving me funny faces, and making me glare at her.

"Okay, now come on. Let's go to him," Okay?" Eun unnie said

"Yeah, let's go," I wore a hoodie and went outside of the company with Eun unnie.

I saw our van and was about to go in until Eun unnie tapped me, pointing at another car.

"Eh?" I muttered.

"Y/n will teach you. He is also responsible for you now," Just as Eun unnie said that, the car behind our van flashes its light grabbing my attention.

I looked at unnie at first, a little bit uneasy but Eun unnie just nodded with a smile on her face.

Slowly walking to the car behind, I was about to knock on the window until it rolled down, revealing Y/n.

"Service for Ms. Yoo Jimin?" Y/n said with a tease, making me smile.

"Maybe this is not so bad after all. Great job Jimin," I said in my thoughts.

Smiling at my thoughts, I went inside his car and fastened my seatbelt.

"So, croissants?" I asked and looked at Y/n.

"Croissants. Okay!" Y/n said with a smile then we were on our way.

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Y/n POV

"Now fold the dough again," I said.

"Again?! But we folded it earlier?" Karina whined.

"The more, the better Karina-ssi" I teasingly said.

"But my hands!" Karina whined cutely, making me giggle.

"Then, should I help you?" I asked. Then Karina looked at me with the cutest puppy eyes that I have ever seen.

"Please~," Karina said with a pout. Now, Karina is just displaying her real beauty.

"Okay, now move as-,"

"No," Karina cut me off.

"No?" I asked.

"No. Guide me," Karina said and turned her back to me, making me giggle.

"You are awfully comfortable with me now huh?" I teased.

"Oh shut it. Let's go make a croissant!" Karina said angrily, but to me, she looked like a puppy, making my smile wider.

I then went behind Karina then slowly, I put my hands above hers, guiding her the right way to make my best selling croissants.

But while my body is helping her to do the pastries, my mind is overjoyed and giddy.

I have many friends that are girls but Karina, the way she trusts me even though we don't know each other very well, she trusts me.

Now, I may be overthinking at this but when a girl trusts you, it's a good thing, very good thing, especially when you are a boy.

The way our hands touched each other, ignited a spark that may be merely just a small thing, but that small thing affected me in just seconds.

Thinking for a bit, we do look like a couple. A couple that is on the brink of marriage, wait what?

Shrugging at my thoughts, I then heard Karina laughing like a kid playing with its toys.

I see Karina folding and rolling the dough over and over again. At one point I even released my hand for her to move freely and she just looked at me proudly at her work.

"You're a natural Karina-ssi," I said.

"Call me Jimin. I would like that even more," Karina or I mean, Jimin said, making me look at her.

"Oh? You know I'm flattered that you will let me call you by your name," I said.

"Well, I'm an outgoing girl and by what I feel, I'm comfortable with you," Jimin bluntly said.

"You are such a straightforward girl," I laughed making Jimin giggle as well.

"Knowing Yoo Jimin 101!" Jimin said excitedly.

"Okay okay, let's cut it to portions now or Eun will kill me," I said, Jimin then laughed and nodded.

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Y/n POV

"Delivery for Incheon, Daegu, Anyang, and Seongnam for this week?" I asked Mun.

"Seongnam and Anyang deliveries are already finished. Incheon and Daegu are the places that have big orders," Mun said as he placed the equities and expenses on my table.

"D'accord. Anything else for today?" I asked.

"Well, Mihyun did deliver the croissants you and your girlfr- I mean Karina," Mun said and I threw a crumpled paper to his face.

"Aigoo. There you are again," I said a little bit annoyed.

*bzzt bzzt*

"Would you look at that, your phone vibrates. Come, let's take a bet. If that's Karina, I will work for you for free next week," Mun said.

"And if this is not Karina, I will put you and Mihyun on a date," I said and Mun coughed, making me giggle.

For now, it's the moment of truth. I opened my phone and its...

" Jiminie🐨

Oppa! We received the croissants we made! They are so delicious, we made them well. The mixture of the dough is perfect..... like us. Anyways, have a great day! Thanks to Mihyun-ssi as well! ♡♡♡ "

My eyes widened and Mun took a peek as well but the smirk on his face was bigger than ever.

"Well well well~ who do we have here? Oh! Jiminie~ perfect like us," Mun teasingly said, squealing at the same time.

"Wha. I mean, what did I do for her to tease me like this?" I asked, blushing because of Jimin's words.

"I'm gonna talk to Eun about this," I said.

"Hah! Yeah right. I bet you like it," Mun said as he left me alone in my office.

"I didn't like. I love it," I whispered, smiling, and my heart is like happily dancing on its own.

"You are something Jimin,"

I chuckled at my thoughts and looked at my computer. Nah, I think I have something better to do.

I stood up, grabbed my coat, and left my office in a hurry, but carefully.

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Karina POV

"This unnie. Why is she initiating the moves?" Minjeong asked.

"Because this dumb girl didn't give her number to his man," Aeri answered.

"Oh well. Whatever you say, I say that croissants are the best!" Ningning said while munching on her second bread.

"Aish. Let your leader be, girls. What Karina wants, Karina gets," Eun unnie said.

"I'm pretty sure Y/n oppa would fall in love when a girl messaged him that they are perfect," Ningning said.

"And that's my plan," I smirked.

"Aiyoo, you will be the death of me Karina," Eun unnie said which made me giggle.

"But you know, I heard from the higher-ups, they want to put you in a dating rumor with Taeyong," Aeri whispered.

"What?!" I exclaimed then looked at unnie.

"I will stop that, whatever it takes Karina, with all my power," Eun unnie assured me and placed her arm on my shoulders.

"Okay. I know you always protect us unnie," I said with a gentle smile and held Eun unnie's hand.

"Yep! If that did happen. I will kill the management," Eun unnie joked, making us laugh.

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Y/n POV

"Our revenue is up by 10%!" Mun said excitedly.

"Really? Seongnam really is a game-changer huh?" I said and Mun nodded happily.

"Who suggested Seongnam?" I asked.

"IT WAS ME!!!" Mihyun barged into our office, holding two coffees.

"Aish. Yah! Don't need to do that. Aigoo," I said, a little startled at how she entered my office.

"Hehehe~, Seongnam for the win! That's my hometown!" Mihyun danced joyfully. I then looked at Mun looking at Mihyun with hearts shooting from his eyes.

Looking at the sight, I think I will plan their date earlier than my planned day.

Chuckling at the future couple, I then looked at my computer and saw an article from Dispatch.

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Karina POV

"Aish ssibal. Are they real for now?!" Eun unnie slammed the pile of papers on our floor.

"The NCT members don't know this either. They are beyond confused right now," Aeri said.

"But why in the hell Dispatch?" I asked, curling into a ball.

"Don't worry unnie, I'm here," Minjeong came beside me.

I smiled at the girl and hugged her tightly like a teddy bear.

"Yep! Me too!" Ningning also went to my left, hugging me, and showing her support.

I smiled at our maknaes as they can be a child at heart but when times like this appear, they are probably the most reliable person on earth.

"Something that will never change about businessmen is their love for money," Aeri clicked her tongue.

"Now that's just bad. Exclude me Aeri," A voice coming from a man said.

We all looked at the man and saw Y/n holding a bag. My eyes widened and hid myself behind Minjeong.

"Y/n! Thank you for this, really," Eun unnie sighed and took the bag from Y/n oppa.

"Seems something is up," Y/n oppa asked as he looked at us.

"O, the higher-ups want to stir the cash flow of this company," Eun unnie sighed.

"By using their idols in such a way? By the way, do Karina also-," Y/n oppa asked.

"Andwae! I love you Y/n oppa! You make my heart beat irregularly, you make me go crazy for you. We just met once, bonded once, croissants! But I feel something special when I'm with you! My happiness, pastry chef! My l-," I said in the heat of the moment but my brain not working as well.

I then regained my senses and looked at the people here with me in the practice room. My eyes widen, thinking about what I just said.

I see the maknaes smirking, Aeri humming, and Eun unnie pointing at the ceiling like it was something amusing.

Sighing at what I did, I faced the wall, ashamed. Before my forehead could touch the wall, I was grabbed by someone making me face him, hugging me tightly.

"Don't worry Jimin. Nothing's gonna change my love for you, whatever the rumors, whatever the problems," Y/n oppa started, making me look up at him.

Ningning and Minjeong squealed like little kids because of how high-pitched it was, Aeri who was surprised enjoyed the drama unfolding in front of her.

"I gotta admit Jimin, you stole my feelings from our first meeting. I don't believe in love at first sight but gosh Karina, you are something special. Just like what you said, the mixture of the dough is perfect, just like us," Y/n oppa said with a smile and then kissed my forehead making me gasp.

"Omo omo omo, what's this?! This is such a fast turn of events," Aeri exclaimed.

"Nope. Let's get out of here. Croissants! Come on Aeri unnie," Ningning said and dragged the older girl with her. Minjeong and Eun unnie went out while giggling, giving me a wink before closing the door.

Silence then followed suit and my look at Y/n oppa strengthened.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Y/n oppa giggled as he caressed my hair.

"Wae? Yah! Why are you laughing huh?!" I said while smacking his chest but Y/n oppa just hugged me tighter, laughing.

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Y/n POV

"You know I'm gonna ask for you to have another lesson with me," I said, teasing the girl beside me.

"AWH! Please stop! Don't tease me!" Jimin said, hiding her hot pink face from me.

Looking at Jimin in this state is so funny, who knew that behind the cold gaze on her face is a warm and loving girl.

"Aww~ is this the same Jimin that messaged me th-," Jimin puts a finger on my lips.

"Shhh! Okay! I'm that girl, please don't tease me~," Jimin nuzzles her head in my arms, making me smile

Right now, we are in the living room of their dorm. The other girls are in the kitchen, again, respecting our privacy I think.

"I mean, I'm gonna confess too but not this early. You really know how to mess up a plan someti-OW!" I said but received an elbow from Jimin.

"I bet you are not, you are a wimp! Hmph!" Jimin said, sulking.

"Oho~, showing me this side of yours already?" I teased, poking her arm.

"Yah! How many times do I tell you to HMMM!" Jimin was talking until I cupped her cheeks and kissed her on the lips.

A good 10 seconds passed and I decided to cut the kiss. Looking at Karina whose eyes are shut while puckering her lips, I giggled at her and connected our lips again.

Loving someone who you barely knew must be risky, but sometimes risks bring in the grand of rewards.

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Y/n POV

"What's our delivery for this week?" I asked.

"We have Busan, Incheon, and Daegu as our big bundle. Seongnam, Anyang, and Jeju for our regular," Mihyun said, looking at me.

"How about our SM branch?" I asked.

"Oh, well it's good. Many artists, staff, and even the admins love your food," Mihyun said happily.

"I know that I can always trust you Mihyun," I said with a smile.

"Merci, je ne pourrais pas le faire sans votre aide," (Thank you, I couldn't do it without your help) Mihyun bowed but what surprised me was that she spoke fluent French.

"Woah! Where did that come from?!" I excitingly.

"I just study~, I told you that I work hard," Mihyun said and flicked her hair, making me giggle.

"Babe! Let's go. Our boss is still single," Mun said and held Mihyun's hand.

"Aish, you brat. Don't look down on me," I said.

"Y/nnie~, I need my hugs and kisses!" Jimin barged into my office and ran straight to me.

Mihyun chuckled while I smirked at Mun who was looking somewhere else.

"Ah! I will be going. Goodbye Y/n, Karina-ssi," Mihyun bowed.

"Aww. Goodbye unnie! Have a great day!" Jimin said to Mihyun.

"Bye~! Great job!" I said and Mihyun bowed, then walked to the door. Being the mischievous girl she is, she smacked Mun's butt.

"YAWWW!" Mun exclaimed and Mihyun just walked out like nothing happened.

"YOU! COME BACK HERE!" Mun said and ran out of my office.

Two years since we met each other personally, Jimin and my relationship didn't waver, instead, it just kept getting better and better.

Karina's dating rumor didn't work for creating good revenue for SM, their stocks even plummeted. That's where I come in, I purchased a minority from SM, and safe to say that Aespa really liked that move.

Running a business is hard, no doubt, but when you have a woman who supports you in everything like this cutie little Jiminie right here. Fatigue will not even exist in your vocabulary.

"How are you babe?" I asked as Karina was sitting on my lap.

"Fine, just came from our practice," Jimin said as she wiggled, making herself comfortable.

"Anything I can do?" I asked and immediately, Jimin faced me with a smirk on her face.

Jimin pushed the lock button on my table and made the window not transparent from the outside.

"Maybe, we can do something spicy," Jimin said while biting her lip, her seductive voice. It's so alluring.

The next thing that I know, one of us is fighting for dominan- You know what, I will stop here.

But Jimin will sometimes be moody and I can't do anything about it. So I promised since the day she gave her trust to me.

I promise that I'll be there for her if she should need me. Jimin, you don't have to change a thing because I love you just the way you are jagiya.

"The world may change my whole life through, but nothing's gonna change my love for you Jimin. I love you"

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[galaxyfever]

6:41 pm

You hummed to yourself as you made dinner.

"So... About the grandkids.."

You paused and gave her a look, "Mom."

"Just listen to me! Look look look, your father-in-law and I stayed up all night making this PowerPoint about the pros of having kids."

Gojo's father raised a hand from the couch, "She made me stay up because she doesn't know how to make a PowerPoint."

Gojo's mother gave him a glare, "I can poison your food, shut your goddamn mouth."

The older gojo instantly looked away with a small, 'got it.'

You chuckled, "What about the cons?"

She shrugged, "I don't know that word, sorry."

You gave her another look, "Mom..."

"Let me tell you something! When I was your age-"

You go to the couch to tap on your father in law's arm, gesturing to him that dinner is ready as he smiled in response.

"-and just think about it! Little bundles of joy in both of your lives! I'm not saying that it will be easy, but it's all going to be worth it! Just look at 'toru! He is the sweetest boy!"

You raised a brow with a small 'mhm' as Dad grumbled, "And a brat," he turned to look at you, "Sweetie, make sure your child isn't a brat.

You smiled, "I'll make sure of it Dad. but-"

Mom tutted, "Why are you thinking about butts? This is the prime time of your lives when you are crazy for each other!"

You tilted your head, "Aren't you guys crazy for each other?"

They simultaneously shared a look before collectively sighing, your mother-in-law dramatically looks off into the distance, "Your father-in-law makes me crazy, but it's a different kind of crazy now, than it was many years ago."

The mentioned gojo talks with his mouth full, "No comments."

Your mother huffed, "See? Disgusting. This is what will happen after you grow old."

You smiled and served her a plate, "I kinda find it endearing though. You guys are like best friends!"

Your mother rolled her eyes, "After more than almost 30 years, it gets annoying."

They started bickering as you sighed, pulling up your phone to ask your beloved husband about how long he'll take.

But before you could call him, the door of the house opens, "Wah! It's so cold! I was literally freezing!"

"Satoru!" Mother gojo cries, "When am I getting grandchildren?!"

"Huh? Grandchildren- mphh," You shut Satoru up with a kiss and smiled, "Welcome back."

He smiled dreamily, "Hey there baby, what's going on?"

You playfully rolled your eyes, "Mom wants grandchildren."

He looks even more confused, "Wha- you didn't tell them?"

A mischievous giggle escaped your lips as you shook your head, "I was waiting for you."

His mother furrowed her brows, "Didn't tell us what?"

Dad dramatically gasped, "Satoru, don't tell me you're infertile!"

Satoru whined as you laugh, "Not funny Dad! Wife, tell 'em!"

You grinned and held your husband's hand, "Mom, Dad, we are having a baby!"

....

Mom's eyes rolled back as she went unconscious.

Dad's eyes widened as he caught her by the waist before she could topple to the floor.

"....You broke her, guys."

so this is actually inspired by this by @wito-chan-bla-bla go show this one a lot of love!! thanks for reading<33

[mononijikayu]

kayu's playlist - side 900;

“I missed you, Sukuna.” you whispered, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to keep it steady. “I know.” he replied to you, in a tone that knows. A tone that reveals it all. He knew that you know, you weren’t a fool. You were too smart for it. And yet, here you are. With him, his lying, selfish self, loved by you. “I’m here now.”

𝓼 𝓲 𝓭 𝓮 - 900; 𝓹 �� 𝓪 𝔂 𝓼 𝓫 𝓮 𝓵 𝓸 𝔀

hello, this is kayu!!! wah, i can't believe that we're finally here again. it feels just like yesterday that i'd have quite a few of you here but to have nine hundred of you all - its a crazy dream!!! thank you for being here and reading and imagining with me. its quite crazy that you love what i write and read it and i am just honored all throughout. whatever you feel about it, i'm grateful you are here. you are dear to me, and i hope you know that. i took some of the winning polls from last time as what was written. i'm sorry to those who voted for the war au as i decided on something else - because i wrote too much angst previously. i only opted for one angst and only two fun, cutesy fluff ones. so i hope you enjoy them. this is a little gift from me to you. with much appreciation. i'll be slowing down progress as i'll be back in my school, so i'll be dabbling here and there but until then, these three are the most i've done in the full scale i can. i hope you can forgive a little bit my inactivity from here on. ill be back with something fun~ please enjoy side - 900!!! xoxoxoxoxo kayu

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love me anyway

— fushiguro megumi.

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I love you because you have those Polaroids of me inside your nightstand And I love you because you're understanding when I’m too shy to show my skin

╰┈➤ ❝ Fushiguro Megumi thinks that this bubble was something he held close, a secret not for the public but for himself. If anyone took a closer look, they might notice the subtle signs—the Polaroids tucked into the inner pocket of his coat when he traveled, capturing moments with you that were too precious to leave behind. Or the worn edges of the photo in his wallet, which he glimpsed every time he paid for his usual iced Americano. And during his live broadcasts, if one looked closely, they'd see another Polaroid on his nightstand. ❞

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pretending as always

— ryomen sukuna.

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In my dreams I'll make you want me One more time, the sun will shine 'Cause they won't love you like I've loved you You still make me cry.

╰┈➤ ❝ There were nights, though, when he would come to bed, slipping under the covers beside you, and in those moments, he was truly yours. Those were the times you held onto, the nights where the world outside his office door ceased to exist, where the only thing that mattered was the feel of his warmth next to you. His arm around your waist, his breath on your neck—these were the small, intimate moments that made the loneliness bearable. In the quiet of the night, Sukuna would pull you close, and for those few hours, he was just a man who loved his wife, not the untouchable titan he had become during the day.❞

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delicate

— geto suguru.

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This ain't for the best My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me We can't make Any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink

╰┈➤ ❝ In moments of quiet, when it was just the two of you, Geto Suguru’s demeanor softened. He would catch himself gazing at you with an expression that betrayed his irritation with his own feelings. He was torn between his desire to remain aloof and the undeniable pull he felt towards you. As you continued to be your bubbly, charming self, Suguru found himself drawn to you more and more, fighting a battle he wasn’t sure he wanted to win.❞

[weirdkpopgirl]

First Kisses | Dream Reaction #7

Reaction: Being their GF's first kiss

Genre: Fluff (lots of it)

Warnings: mentions of toxic friends in Haechan's part, and I think that's about it

Word Count: 3303k

Author's Note: I've been working on this for a while and am so glad to finally post it. This is also something I've been wanting to write about for the Dreamies. I feel like the inner romantic in me just spilled out lol. Maybe it's because I haven't had my first kiss yet, and it's totally not something I think about from time to time. But I also had my friend who gave me ideas for most of these. Anyway, thank you for reading ^ - ^

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MARK

On a lovely Saturday when you didn’t have any classes and Mark didn’t have a schedule (for once), you guys went to Everland. You had previously mentioned wanting to go on an amusement park date. And Mark, being the attentive boyfriend he was made sure to find a day to take you.

The day was full of shy smiles and laughter as you walked around the place hand in hand. You guys went on all of the roller coasters and took plenty of pictures. Both of you felt refreshed for having this opportunity to relax and spend some quality time with each other.

Towards the end of the night, Mark asked if you wanted to ride the Ferris wheel. You smiled at him and nodded, letting him lead you to get in line.

The experience was so much better than you anticipated. Sitting in front of someone you deeply cared for, while getting to see such a gorgeous view. The bright fireworks only made things more romantic.

“Wah, they’re so beautiful,” You gasped in awe. 

Unlike you who was watching the fireworks, Mark found himself unable to do the same. He was so fixated on the spark in your eyes, and the mesmerized smile you wore. He couldn’t help but think of how much he loved seeing you happy.

You picked up on Mark’s silence rather quickly and before you could ask if everything was okay, a pair of warm lips on yours stopped you. Your eyes enlarged, being completely taken aback by the boy’s sudden actions. Before you could fully process what was happening, Mark pulled away abruptly.

A mix of guilt and internal frustration flashed through his eyes. He wouldn’t have been so nervous if it weren’t for the fact that that had been your very first kiss.

Mark cursed, “(Y/n), I-I’m so sorry! I…I know I should’ve asked you for consent first and-”

Before he finished, you pressed your lips onto his to silence him. 

“It’s okay, Mark. I liked it.” You smiled shyly at the flabbergasted expression he was now giving you.

But it quickly changed to one of relief and the both of you leaned in to kiss this time. The fireworks continued to pop in the background, as the two of you practically kissed until the ride was over. It was a very Mark Lee way to have a first kiss.

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RENJUN

You guys were walking back to his dorm after a study date. It was a nice evening, aside from the freezing cold weather. The two of you walked side by side, bundled up in your puffy coats with your hands in your pockets.

Beside you, Renjun was shivering. Although he tried to not make it obvious, you still noticed. So you took the heat packet out of your pocket and pressed it against his hand.

He chuckled at this gesture. “You came prepared today.”

“Yep,” You chirped. “You’ll always have me to keep you warm.”

A playful smile appeared on your boyfriend’s face. “Even if it’s my nose?”

You smiled back and placed the heat packet on the bridge of his nose.

“What about my ears?” He pointed to them. In response, you laughed and moved the packet to his ears.

“Even if it’s my…lips?” 

You stopped for a second, not having expected that type of proposition. Renjun was surprised with himself by how bold he was. But he has hinted at wanting to kiss you for some time now. Maybe you finally caught on.

Fortunately, you did understand what the boy was implying. Before Renjun could take back his words, you reached up to place a peck on his lips.

“Do…do you feel warmer now?” You asked, feeling shy by your actions.

The corner of his lips upturned into a smile. “No, I think you might need to do it again.”

He didn’t even wait for an answer and leaned in himself to kiss you. It was a very sweet and sensual kiss that made your heart feel like it was in flames. A solid twelve seconds passed before you guys broke away with flushed cheeks and dumb smiles. 

Looking into your loving gaze reassured Renjun that you were the one for him, and he would never let you go.

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JENO

You met Jeno at the freshman orientation trip for your university. Even though you’ve been dating for nearly a year and were in your second year of college, you guys still haven’t kissed yet. Crazy, right?

It was mostly because you were both quite shy. But also because you’ve never kissed anyone before, and you’ve told Jeno you weren’t ready yet. Jeno being the gentleman he was, had no problem with waiting for you. Aside from that one thing, the two of you shared plenty of hugs. Sometimes even a peck on the cheek or forehead here and there.

One day you went to the cinema to watch an action movie together. Toward the end, you got up to go to the bathroom. By the time you came back, the movie was over and people were leaving. The only person left was Jeno sitting in the middle row with an empty bucket of popcorn in his hands. 

Jeno gave you a small smile when you sat back down. “Do you want to stay to watch the end credit scene?”

You nodded and glanced around to see that the two of you were completely alone in the theater. Suddenly feeling a little awkward, you turned your attention to the big screen where the list of people that took part in the film was displayed.

Jeno, on the other hand, kept furtively glancing your way. He was contemplating whether it was the right time to move. In his mind, it was the perfect opportunity for a first kiss. 

“(Y/n)-ah.”

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was so gentle.

This request caused you to turn your head in slight surprise. You looked into his eyes, full of adoration and yearning. Your heart started to beat dangerously fast, as you realized this was actually happening.

After some quick hesitation, you gave in and nodded. Feeling a little nervous, you closed your eyes. Jeno smiled at your cuteness before bringing your face closer to kiss you. His lips were so soft against yours. Your body reacted faster than your mind, as you slowly moved your lips in sync with his.

By the time you broke away, both of you had butterflies fluttering in your stomachs. When Jeno leaned in to kiss you again, the cleaner lady may or may not have kicked you guys out.

Aside from the brief embarrassment, your first kiss with Jeno was wonderful. You wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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HAECHAN

Back in high school, your friends constantly brought up how pure you were. They’d act like you knew nothing about relationships and left you out of those types of conversations. 

You hoped that things would be different in college and that maybe people would be more mature. However, you were disappointed to see not much changed. Nearly all of your friends attended the same university, so you were basically tied to the group. At least college still allowed you to meet new people, which you guessed was nice.

People like…Lee Donghyuck, the guy in your literature class. Or Haechan, which was what most people knew him as. You found yourself getting closer to him after being paired for a project. Being the social butterfly he was, Haechan was able to bring you out of your shell. It took some time, but you eventually warmed up to him.

He was also one of the most popular guys on campus. Although Haechan acted cocky and prideful around others, he wasn’t like that with you. He was gentle with his words and only made jokes when it was appropriate. He even let you call him by his real name.

Some might consider his behavior towards you, sweet. But you pushed down those heart-fluttering thoughts every time they rose to the surface. In your mind, it wasn’t possible for a boy like Haechan to like a nobody like you. You guys were just friends and that was it.

You were sitting in the commons with your friends for a study session. Except, you were the only one studying while they were gossiping about typical girl things. 

“So…(Y/n)-ah, I see you’ve been hanging out with Lee Haechan recently,” One of your friends snapped you out of your focused state.

Her question startled you, but you tried not to show it. They usually excluded you from these conversations (which you didn’t really care about because you didn’t pay much attention anyway). Their sudden interest in your “relationship” with Haechan was odd.

“Yeah?” 

The friend sitting across from you clasped a hand over her mouth. “You guys aren’t dating, are you?”

“What? No…we’re just friends,” You answered simply. The expression on their faces almost looked relieved.

“See, I told you Yeonsu-yah. Haechan wouldn’t date someone like her.” Your friend nudged the other one with her elbow.

“I’m sorry?” You faked a laugh. “What do you mean?”

The girls in front of you exchanged hesitant glances with one another.

“We don’t think Haechan would be interested in someone so…inexperienced?” The friend spoke, trying to piece her words carefully. “You get where I’m coming from, right?”

Heat slowly rose to your cheeks. Even though you were used to being mocked for your lack of love life, this was the first time you felt infuriated. So just because you haven’t dated around like your friends, that made you unappealing to guys?

While you were trying to think of a good comeback, Lee Donghyuck himself strolled into the commons with his laptop in hand. He came knowing you were here and was planning to ask if you could peer-edit his essay. Just as he was approaching you, he overheard the last part of the conversation with your friends.

“Yeah, I mean you haven’t even had your first kiss yet (Y/n)-ah.” He saw your friend barely smuggle a laugh. 

His eyes fell on your tensed shoulders and hands that gradually curled into fists. You clearly looked upset by your friends’ ridiculous comments. To be very honest, seeing that pissed him off.

So without thinking, Haechan made his way over to your table. The frustration in your eyes transitioned to ones of slight surprise by his unexpected appearance. You didn’t even get a chance to ask what he was doing here because he grabbed you by the neck and crashed his lips onto yours.

You heard the gasps from your friends in the background. But you were having a hard time processing the fact that Lee Donghyuck was kissing you right now. After pulling away, he held your gaze for exactly three seconds before he turned to your friends with a satisfied grin.

“Ha, now she’s had her first kiss!”

In disbelief of the current situation, you looked around to see that everyone including your friends was gawking at the both of you. Crawling into a dark hole to hide from the world sounded pretty nice right about now.

Blushing through embarrassment, you quickly gathered your things and grabbed Haechan by the wrist to bring him out into the hallway.

“Why did you do that?!” You immediately asked, once no people were around. The boy rolled his eyes as if the answer was obvious. 

He brought out his hand and counted with his fingers to explain. “First off, I wasn’t going to just watch your friends make fun of you for something stupid. Secondly, I was proving them wrong because I’ve liked you for a while now and I don’t care if you never dated before.”

“Donghyuck, that’s really nice of you but-” You stopped mid-sentence when his words fully processed through your head. “Wait, did you just say you like me?”

A sudden shade of red appeared on his tan skin, also realizing his accidental confession. Did you just make Lee Haechan blush?

“I thought it was obvious,” He muttered, lowering his head. “Anyway, sorry for taking your first kiss.”

You slowly started to smile at this. Maybe those heart-fluttering thoughts weren’t that silly, after all. With this newfound confidence, you took Haechan’s hand, causing the boy to meet your gaze.

“Well I guess it’s a good thing I like you too,” You said nonchalantly. He pretended to wipe his head in relief before pulling you into a hug.

And that was how Lee Donghyuck, the most popular guy on campus became your first and last love.

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JAEMIN

You and Jaemin were in the early stages of dating. Like most new couples, the two of you were in that honeymoon phase. Constantly giving each other heart eyes, flirtatious banter (mostly instigated by Jaemin), and shy smiles. 

One weekend, you invited him over to your studio apartment. The two of you thought it would be a cute date idea to make a cake together. The original recipe was a strawberry soft cream cake. Since you knew of Jaemin’s dislike for strawberries, you substituted them for peaches.

“Jaemin, I’m trying to focus!” You lightly scolded through laughs.  “You’re distracting me.”

You were currently spreading the soft cream on the cake, and Jaemin was not being very helpful. He kept feeding you leftover peach slices and talking in a baby voice.

Not fazed at all, he leaned against the counter. “Oh, am I?”

His tone sounded dangerous, and it was then that you noticed how close the two of you were. Jaemin’s eyes marveled over yours, and you felt him start to lean in.

“You know I haven’t kissed anyone before right?” You whispered when he was inches away.

“Is it okay if I take your first one then?”

He smiled when a blush quickly appeared across your cheeks. You wondered if he could hear the thumping in your heart right now. Unable to come up with words at the moment, you tried to relax and closed your eyes.

Taking this as a yes, his warm hands cupped your face and closed the gap between you. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about what your first kiss with Jaemin would be like in the past. Now that you were actually kissing him--or he was kissing you per se, you realized it was a hundred times better than you dreamt it to be. 

His touch was so so gentle and respectful. When he felt you were comfortable enough, his hands moved to your waist to pull you in closer. For a first kiss, it was longer than you thought it would be. And when you finally parted for air, Jaemin had the biggest grin on his face.

“You taste like peaches,” He murmured. His arms were still wrapped around you. You could still feel his breath on you.

His words only made you more flustered. Not knowing how else to react, you swiped your finger in the bowl of whipped cream and wiped it on Jaemin’s nose. You could barely hold back your laughter at Jaemin’s wide eyes.

“So we’re playing that way are we?” He moved quickly and smeared frosting on your cheek, causing you to gasp.

And that was how Jaemin and you got way sidetracked from finishing your cake and ended up in a whipped cream mess. Then you’d help clean each other up later, as well as the kitchen. Expect a lot more kisses from Na Jaemin after.

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CHENLE

The boy dragged you to a friend’s party, insisting that he didn’t want to go alone. Luckily only a small group of people were there, so you didn’t feel too overwhelmed. But as expected, there was quite a bit of drinking. Chenle had a pretty good tolerance and so did you. But still wanting to play it safe, you stuck with one drink.

Later in the night one of your friends, Mi-Kyung, grabbed an empty soju bottle and suggested an innocent game of truth or dare. Everyone moved to the floor and formed a circle. You sat there hugging your knees to your chest, praying for the bottle not to land on you.

Alas, after a few spins, it did. The immediate smirk on Mi-kyung’s face only made you more nervous. But you already told yourself you wouldn’t back down from whatever was thrown at you.

“I dare you to kiss Chenle,” She said, immediately causing you to blush. Everyone in the group knew you were dating and they haven’t seen you kiss yet.

That’s because…you haven’t yet. Considering this was your first real relationship, you had told Chenle you wanted to take things slowly. Of course, Chenle respected that very well.

But it has been a few months, and your feelings for the boy continued to grow. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been waiting for him to kiss you. And though you hated that there were all these people around, maybe it was best to just get it over with now.

On the other hand, Chenle was quick to come to your defense. “Yah, you didn’t even let her choose yet. How can you-”

Before he could finish, you closed your eyes and turned to kiss him. Chenle was taken aback, but he quickly smiled into the kiss. Your friends roared and shouted in celebration at the couple’s first kiss.

He stared at you in awe after pulling away. 

“(Y/n)...you’re telling me I could have kissed you this whole time?!”

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JISUNG

After failing to fall asleep, Jisung asked if you wanted to meet for a little midnight stroll. Being the night owl you were, you quickly responded to his text with an “omw,” before slipping on your sneakers to leave.

That’s how the two of you ended up at an empty playground, sitting on the swings like little kids. You mostly just listened to Jisung's vent. After dating for nearly a year now, you learned that he talked a lot with the people he was close with.

Some might find this habit annoying to handle at times. But you didn’t mind at all. As someone who preferred listening to others and also his girlfriend, you were more than happy to allow Jisung to speak his mind. In a sense, Jisung saw you as his safe place.

His words slowed when his eyes fell on you, who was looking at him with the utmost adoration. He could tell you were fully listening to everything he was saying without any judgment. Jisung would often catch you in moments like these and his heart would start pounding again.

You were waiting expectantly for the boy to finish his sentence. But in the next second Jisung was pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. Right after, he pulled away with a slightly panicked expression on his face. What worried him the most was he knew that was your first kiss, and he didn’t mean to act so impulsively.

“Sorry! You just looked so pretty. I couldn’t help it,” Jisung mumbled, scratching his head. 

Usually, you would get super shy in these situations. But you’ve been waiting for Jisung to make the move to kiss you for a while now. Maybe that’s why this sense of confidence caused your next action.

It was Jisung’s turn to be surprised when you tugged the chain of his swing forward so your lips would meet once again. Once he adjusted though, he placed a hand on your nape to deepen the kiss.

Three minutes later the two of you would part with bright pink cheeks and flustered smiles. Despite how shy you were at the moment, Jisung was proud to be your first kiss.

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[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

Ayo! I haven't answered asks in FOREVER, so it's time for some spring cleaning :) Also answering other stuff, like what I've been up to.

If you sent an ask and it's not here, sorry! I may have deleted it because the prompt required too much work of me and I wasn't feeling it, or I was uncomfortable.

Let's gooooo !

Firstly - where have I been? Work REALLY picked up in a way I wasn't expecting over the last...4 months? I was working double and often triple the hours I was used to. With work, vacations, random illnesses, and many video games I got a bit too obsessed with, this blog took a backseat. Plus, sometimes I get disinterested in vore when obsessed with something else. Sometimes, that lasts months, and it did this time.

But now I can confirm that work will FINALLY chill for a long period of time. I'm free! And more motivated than ever! Wahoo! Thanks for your support ALWAYS.

Next big question - when am I going to do more of my story? The one with Asyr? AHHHHHGHHGHH this story has consumed my life. I think about it daily. I dream about it. And yet I'm not as comfortable writing as I am drawing, so writing is a slow process that my perfectionist ass struggles with. I can assure you that there is a story in the works - and I am working on it at a snail's pace.

Okay, ask time...

@ponyluvesonic09 AYO maybe I'll make a full ghost pred pros/con list for you, because that sounds awesome! Kir//by is one of the silliest canon preds out there. Honestly getting eaten by him would be like getting vored by a vacuum, LOL. Galaxy tummy!! Imagine a prey floating around in one of those item bubbles all grumpy. Thank u for the ask, this is good stuff.

no. ( /・・)ノ

UWAGHHHHH I LIKE HER!!! Never played O/verwat/ch but what a gem!! I have a random fondness for centaur-like preds nowadays. She looks so cozy. THANK U I LOVE HER!!!

@tiger9o0 I have not played r//ain w//orld or know what it's about, LOL. Looks like a platformer? Man, I'm terrrriiiiibblleee at those. But whoever this is on the cover, I LIKE EM. A+. (That might not answer ur question shdjbghkjg SORRY)

@heimkoheimkofan LOVE THAT I GOT THE ROBOT ENJOYERS AFTER THAT ONE POST....YES yall are so right and I'm so wrong for just hard metal robot tums. I will rectify my mistake soon I PROMISE. Also oh! You were the one asking about stomachs other than elemental ones! IVE HAD THAT IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER IM SORRY AHHHH. I REALLY love your imagination with tums and you've inspired me to think of some awesome environments! THANKS

@fastfur07 BWAH?? Ugh I'm all over the place when it comes to art. Some pieces take 30 min (like the zangooc I drew at the top of this post), most take 2 days. Some really hard drawings like my wolf bat creechur from a few months ago and my shrimp from last year took a month. THANK U??

We're going back so far that I think this is about my naga oc (which I'm in the midst of redesigning cough cough). For him, he would never tolerate being prey, extremely unwilling bahaha. In general, I haven't thought much about naga or snake prey! I get the appeal of slurping up a noodle, but I just prefer human prey :)

@fastfur07 you fiend, you always give me the best drawing ideas. UNFORTUNATELY, I didn't have time to draw something for this one. BUTTTT....

(i've had this next one in my drafts for forever)

then i had a silly comic. I'll post the wip here because I won't finish it, so enjoy bahaha.

@blizzaria123-blog THANK U im rapidly melting into a puddle from ur words

@mrpotatomanversionsix relevant. i will continue drawing them 4 u

?!??!!??!?!??!?!?!??!?!? how dare u enter my ask box with this blasphemy

@sfwsillynoms WAH!!! you!!! I'm currently redesigning my naga oc but when I finish I'll tag you, if you're still around! And he can 100% be drawn with ur preysona :)

@mystorl i am SO late to this, but SMART. I like it. I shall give my lil guy this friend. I just want to let u know that I see this and it's wonderful and I will do something abt it.

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Backstabber~

Albedo x F. Reader (angst)

Description: You finally work up the courage to confess and ask Albedo out…however things go awry and that causes you to end up seeing Susbedo, imposterbedo, Primordial Albedo, you get the point. Let’s see how that turns out for your real Albedo. A/n: no bad ending because I can’t! I just can’t okay😭🥺 also, I’m sorry if this gets confusing in any way. It’s hard writing for two characters who are the same and have the same name. I tried to make it a bit easier though…Anyways, please enjoy! 💗💗💗

Words: 6.2k

Warnings: A bit of violence and maybe a bit a swearing, other than that, there shouldn't be any other warnings :)

Okay y/n. Todays the day where you finally ask Bedo to the dance…and finally confess to him about your true feelings. Will he say yes? Maybe…will he say no…I hope not. 

I kept talking to myself, probably getting weird looks from others around me as I made my way towards Bedos lab. 

Just be cool. You can do that! You’re like, so cool all the time-WAH! 

I groaned as I looked behind me, trying to see what I tripped on.

“A rock…great. I tripped on a rock.” I said, getting back up and dusting myself off.

Thankfully, I saw Bedos lab up ahead. 

In a few minutes I finally made it there, opening the door. 

I looked around and saw him working at his desk.

“Hey Bedo. What are you doing?” I asked, watching behind his shoulder as he wrote some things down in his notebook.

“I am examining how these little creatures react to different types of food, seeing which ones they like and which ones they don’t. A very simple task, but an important one at that.” He said, entirely focused on his work. 

“Well…I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go-“

*crash*

Albedo's head snapped back at you, seeing a broken glass at the bottom of your feet. You bowed to him apologetically, quickly kneeling down to pick up the broke pieces.

“I didn’t mean to Bedo- I promise I’ll buy you a new one…as soon as I get paid.” You spoke sheepishly .

You heard him sigh, turning back to his work.

“It’s fine…just-what was it you wanted to ask me?” He said, a bit frustrated at you for dropping something like that. It may have seemed like it was an empty glass,  but in reality, a gas produced from a plant he had been studying was in there. He would have to start all over again.

“Oh, well…I was wondering if you’d like to go to that huge dance with me? It’s been talked about for over a week, and the next full moon is when they are holding it!” You responded

To your dismay, you heard him sigh.

“Why would I want to go to something stupid like that?” He asked, making your smile falter

“W-well, I thought since you’ve been working so much lately, you maybe wanted to take a break and have fun. It’s a huge ballroom event and all of our friends are going to be there. You might have a lot of fun if you g-“

“No.” He said flat out. You were surprised at his tone. To anybody, he would have sounded the same, but since you’ve known him for so long, you knew there was frustration in that word.

“Oh come on Bedo, you should really-“

“I said no.” 

“But-“

“Was there anything else you wanted to tell me? Or are you just going to stand there and waste my time?” He said, making your heart shatter as a wave of emotions hit you.

Suddenly, Sucrose came in all chipper.

“H-Hello Master Albedo. I brought you that new flower you wanted to examine.” She said with a smile, placing the gorgeous purple bloom on his table. He looked at it, then up at her. His whole face changed to a look of relief, causing a bit of jealousy to rise up in you.

“Ah, thank you Sucrose. This is just what I needed. You really are a great friend and apprentice. I don’t know what I'd do without you.” He said, having her sit down next to her to help him with his other projects.

You stood there, completely dumbfounded. He was…happier with her than you? Has it always been that way? Was your love for him blinding you from reality? 

Seeing him all happy with Sucrose sent a knife right through you, sending feelings of jealousy, anger, and sadness. 

You saw as she whispered things into his ear, making him laugh. 

You slowly backed out of the room, searching your pouch for the gift you had made for him. It was a rare flower that you had found. You did your own research on it and found out that it survived off of moonlight. In the daytime, it was closed, but once the moon light hit it, the petals would open up to reveal a gorgeous iridescent color. It shines as well due to the light refracting off of it. 

It was something you were sure Albedo hadn't ever seen, because you were…well used to be…his assistant. Before you decided to go out and adventure the world and its gifts it had, you used to always help Bedo with his experiments, and you knew of every species he had studied over the years. That’s how you two created a tight bond…that’s how you fell in love with him. He was so enthusiastic about everything you brought him…it made your heart melt for him. He would let you rest your head on his shoulder when you felt sleepy from the late nights, he would always make sure you were involved, he made food for you when you would come in early and stay the rest of the day with him, and so much more. He made you feel important. He made you feel loved and warm. 

That was until the little move he just pulled not even an hour ago. 

It broke your heart seeing him like that. In fact, you noticed that once Sucrose was in the picture, Albedo started to become more distant with you. Instead of asking for your help, he would ask for Sucrose.

Sucrose get me this, Sucrose get me that, Sucrose I need you to try this, blah blah blah. 

You looked down at the flower in the glass case. You felt anger rise in you. 

How dare he treat me like that when all I’ve ever wanted to do…was be with him? When all I’ve ever done is help and support him no matter what!?

I put the flower in his little cubby that he hasn’t opened for weeks, making sure the flower would still get moonlight when needed.

Fine! If he doesn’t want to go to the dance, then I’ll go find someone else-

“Hey.” A familiar voice spoke

I turned to see…Albedo?

“Are you okay?” He asked softly, coming closer to me. I took a step back from him, still angry from his previous actions. He looked concerned, walking closer

“Go away Bedo. I don’t want to talk to you right now. You really hurt me back there…how did you even get out here so quickly?” “N/n…” he said softly, catching my interest with the unique nickname, which brought me to a realization

“oh…I see. You are the other Albedo.” I spoke, remembering him from a previous mission where he almost killed us.

He placed his hand on his heart as if stabbing a knife through it

“Oh my n/n, must you think of me so little?” 

I glared at him

“Oh I’m sorry. Should I not after that little stunt you tried to pull a few months ago?”

“My n/n, you know I had no intentions of hurting you…just your friends. And I’ve changed since then.”

“Stop calling me that. You no longer have that right.” 

“But it is what I have always called you for years-”

“Before I found out you were a traitor. After all those years, I thought you were amazing and sweet…only to find out it was all an act for you to get to my friends and hurt them. Even if you did change, you haven’t even spoken to me since that incident.” I said, walking away. 

However, his hand grabbed my arm and pinned me to a nearby wall, getting very close to my face. 

As much as I hated it, heat started to rise to my face. He placed his hand on my face, softly caressing my skin.

“Still as soft as I remember~” He cooed

“Let me go.” I said sternly.

“You mean to tell me you don’t feel anything when I do this to you? Nothing at all?” He asked with a smirk

Damn him

“Absolutely nothing.” I said, lying through my teeth

“Then why does your face and body say the opposite?”

I groaned

“So what if I still have a little bit, and I mean little, of feelings towards you. There will never be anything between us. Nothing.”

“But N/n, I still have feelings for you~ All this time, I always have. I tried to reach out to you, but you were always so busy. Especially like today with my other half…tell me, how is my brother?”

“He is the same as he will always be. Too focused on his work to enjoy life with those around him who love him.” I said, my chest hurting as I thought back to the moment between us a few minutes ago.

“Oh, my sweet N/n, he hurt you didn’t he?” He asked, rubbing your arm

All I did was nod, tears brimming my eyes. Albedo saw this and hugged you in a warm embrace, throwing you off. As much as you wanted to punch him and tell him off, you couldn’t help but hug him back, letting tears fall.

“I loved him so much…but he never even looked at me as anything more than an apprentice. I will always be just his helper. Nothing more. Sucrose has a better chance with him than I ever will.” I spoke

He let go of me and lifted my chin up, wiping away my tears. 

“Do not speak so lowly of yourself. You are amazing just as you are. I mean you managed to save an entire city from disaster all by yourself. That is something not everyone can achieve. Sucrose could never do what you did. She is not comparable to you, my dear. Because in my eyes, you are an archon. But you also have the purest heart I have ever seen. Everything you do is out of your love for everyone. You are special, Y/n. And if my stupid brother doesn’t see that, then he is blind.” He spoke, making your heart start to pound. Suddenly, your old romantic feelings for him started to build up inside of you again, but you did your best to push them away. This man still tried to hurt your friends.

“Come on, let's go get you home. I promise I won’t do anything funny.” He said, letting go of you and offering you to make the first step.

You hesitated for a bit, not sure if you can trust him. 

“I promise, I am not going to hurt you.” He said, offering you his hand. 

You don’t know why, but you decided to take his hand and allow him to walk you home. 

You were still on edge, but your defense started to lower as you got closer and closer to your house.

After a good 30 minutes, you both managed to make it to your house. Nothing funny happened, no signs of danger emitted from him…it was like he was a completely different man…the man you had fallen in love with over 10 years ago.

“Well, Y/n…here’s your stop. It was nice talking to you again, but I must head out now to go get some things finished. I am experimenting on a potion I am making that will heal anything it touches.” He said, bowing to you

“Goodnight my sweet n/n.” He said, turning around and walking away. He left you dumbfounded from his change of character. It was something you thought you would never see again from him. You were pleasantly surprised. 

You went inside your house and recollected your thoughts. A small smile crept up to your face as you thought of him again. Maybe he really has changed…

You decided you were going to give him a chance to prove himself, to see if he was able to prove to you that he is different now than before. 

—--

Some time has passed and you have been spending all of your time with Primordial Albedo. He had proven his change a while ago, and you and him have been closer than ever before. You two would go out on missions together, you two would go eat together, and you would even help him with his experiments every now and then. 

Maybe it was foolish, but you trusted him once again. Of course there were still some suspicions, but it was always overruled as time went on. 

The other Albedo took notice of your absence and was starting to grow worried. Ever since that last incident with the glass bottle in his lab, you never returned again. Klee had told him that you were okay, thankfully, but now he was starting to worry about why you were ignoring him. He never meant to hurt you that day, he was just so tired from staying up for multiple days without sleep…so needless to say his emotions got the better of him. He cursed at himself for being so rude to you, especially when it wasn’t anything important. Sure, the gas was hard to get from that plant, but it was nothing he couldn’t fix. 

He just wishes he could go back and fix it so he would get to see you again. He had even rejected multiple girls for that ballroom dance in hopes that you would come and ask him again. 

However as time passed, he knew that wasn’t going to happen. The dance was in two days and he still hasn’t seen you. He had to admit, even with Sucrose around, he missed you dearly. All he could think about was you. When he slept, when he woke up, while he was working on his experiments–which caused him to mess multiple things up over and over again– all he wanted was to see and talk to you. He wanted to apologize and hopefully make up. 

“Master Albedo, your potions are overflowing again.” Sucrose said, helping him.

He sighed, not caring anymore about his experiments. He wanted to see you. He needed you…He wanted you.

He tried his best to hide it over the past few years, but he absolutely loved you. Ever since you started helping him, his love for you grew and grew. For about a month now, he had been secretly working on a gift for you that would allow you to see all of your fondest memories with him. He was going to confess to you at the dance…but his stupid frustrations got the best of him. It was finished but, since he had yet to see you, it had just been sitting there in the dust, awaiting to be touched by you. 

It was hurting him more than you would ever imagine. Not seeing you felt like an eternity for him. 

—

A couple more days passed by and it was finally the night of the dance. P. Albedo (Primordial Albedo) had asked you to accompany him to it, and you accepted. A part of you still wanted to go with your Bedo…but he was probably going to go with Sucrose. You heard a knock on your door and excitedly ran down the stairs, opening the door to see Albedo, smiling as he held a flower out for you. You chuckled and took it, thanking him

“You look gorgeous, n/n.” He said, holding his arm out for you. You had decided to wear a jade green strapless dress. It had flowers and the very bottom of it, slowly ascending up to the waist as the number of flowers disappeared. Your hair was gorgeously put up, with a few strands out to frame your face. You looked like an archon.

“You don’t look so bad yourself Mr. Albedo.” You responded, taking his arm.

The two of you walked to the dance as it was only a few minutes away.

“I’m so excited to go to this event. Aren’t you?” You asked with stars in your eyes. He chuckled and nodded

“You can’t imagine my excitement for this, especially for the final dance. It will be something special.” He spoke. 

After some time, you both finally made it and saw everyone there. You said hello to your friends and their dates, complimenting them on their attire. 

“Hey Aether! You look gre-” You stopped in your tracks as you saw none other than your Albedo…with Sucrose.

He looked up at you and his eyes instantly widened as he finally saw you.

“Y/n?” He asked as he saw how beautiful you looked.

“N/n? What’s the matter?” P. Albedo asked, making the other Albedo's eyes harden as he saw his other version. 

“What is he doing here?” Albedo asked, furious that his older version was with you.

You scoffed, taking P. Albedo’s arm, confusing the hell out of the other one.

“He is my date.” You said

“You're kidding, right? After all he did, you still went with him? How idiotic!” He told you, making you furious. 

“You know what Albedo? I don’t care what you think anymore. Those days are in the past.” You said, making the boy turn to you. You called him by his actual name…what’s worse is that he felt extremely hurt by it. 

“W-What?” He asked

“You hurt me, Albedo.”

“Stop calling me that.” “What? Call you by your first name? Why would that matter? It’s not like you liked my other nickname for you.” You raised your voice

“You have no right to tell me who I can or can’t go with to this dance. If I remember correctly, I asked you first…and what did you do? You told me you didn’t want to go to this dance because you thought it was dumb! And now I see you here with her?! Fuck you, Albedo. I never want to hear from you again, nor do I ever want to see you again.” You said, making his heart break.

“Y/n…you don’t mean that-”

“Oh I mean every fucking word of it. For all these years I have done nothing but try to be good enough for you…try to make you see me as I saw you…I loved you so much Albedo, and you never even batted an eye towards me.” You confessed, tears filling up in your eyes. Albedo widened his eyes at your words. You…you loved him back? 

“No…no that’s not it at all. Y/n I-”

“I don’t care anymore. I feel nothing for you anymore. You’ll be better off with Sucrose anyways. It seems she has managed to capture your heart.” You said, turning around. Albedo felt a pang in his chest as he saw his opportunity of finally telling you how he feels slipping away.

He tried to grab your hand, but the other Albedo–P. Albedo– stopped him.

“You’ve done enough damage already, dear brother. She is mine now.” He said, pissing the real Albedo off.

“You have no right to say that! You betrayed her and are now only using her! Do not think you have fooled me.” He said, ripping his arm out of his grasp, leaving the scene. 

—

Albedo had left the dance, making it back to his lab. He slammed the door shut and slid down the door, tears filling his eyes. 

The sound of something falling caught his attention. He looked over to see broken glass and a flower that he had never seen before. Curious, he went towards it and saw a note. 

Hi Bedo! 

I’m not very good with writing letters, but I thought I would give it a go because…well just because. I was on a mission with Aether and I happened to find a flower I knew you had never seen before. I took it in and did some of my own research on it and well…just put it directly in front of the moon and see what happens. I was going to keep it, but I realized that you would want it since I know you love discovering new things, so here is my gift to you. I haven’t named it yet, so you get the wonderful chance of doing it yourself! I hope you like it, it wasn’t easy trying to get this as it was at the top of a super tall mountain. Anyways, it’s yours to keep and as always, I hope you are doing well! Don’t forget to sleep either mister! You know how much I don’t like it when you miss it. 

Yours truly,

Y/n L/n

Albedo smiled, holding your letter close to him. It may not have meant much to you, but it meant everything to him. He opened a drawer and put your letter in it, placing it with all of your other letters you sent to him over the years. He picked up the flower and did as you told him. He placed it in front of the full moon. In an instant, the flower began to open up and glow as the light from the moon touched it. The anthers stood out beautifully as the golden light started to emit from the petals. You were right, he had never seen anything like it before. 

He touched the flower ever so gently, feeling the silky soft leaves and petals. A warm natural smell came from it, filling the room with its aroma. 

Tears started to fill Albedo's eyes once again as he realized what you did for him. All you did was try to make him happy, but you alone made him happy…and he messed up by concealing his feelings away from you.

Suddenly, he heard screams of terror from across his lab, alerting him. It came from the area where the dance was being held. The only thing on his mind was you

“Y/n”

—-

You were sitting down in a chair, letting tears fall from your eyes. P. Albedo came to your comfort, rubbing your back. 

“Forget him, N/n. You have me now…don’t let that dumb boy hurt you.” He said. You just stayed silent

He held his hand out to you, making you look up.

“Come, let's not waste this gorgeous night any longer. Dance with me, my dear~” He said. 

He was right, you had waited all this time for this dance, and you weren’t going to let anyone ruin it for you. You took his hand, wiped your tears, and went to go dance.

You were having the time of your life, dancing and spinning with P. Albedo, and some of your other friends. It was great.

Suddenly, a slow dance came on and P. Albedo asked you to dance with him. You accepted and you both started to slowly walts

“You know, N/n. I am glad you can trust me again. I honestly missed these days with you. Spending it entirely with someone who is happy, sweet and pure such as yourself. It has been such an honor” He said, making you smile

“Me too, Albedo. I am glad you helped me as well. Without you, I don’t know where I’d be without you.” You said as you rested your head on his chest. 

He hummed as he tightened his grip around you.

“I know where~” He said, making you look up at him with confusion. 

He leaned down, stopping both of you from dancing. 

“You’d probably still be alive living here~” He said right before plunging a knife right through your chest, making you yell. Everyone around you screamed in terror as the blood started to drip from your chest. 

You looked up at him with shock and heartbreak.

“y-you ..lied to me…” you gasped, slowly feeling dizzy from the blood loss

He smirked at you and pulled the knife out, pulling out a bottle and letting the blood drip down the tube.

“Of course I did, you imbecile. I needed blood for a potion I was making, an everlasting potion. It is supposed to allow anyone who drinks it to heal instantly from any damage for the rest of their life, basically making them immortal. Unfortunately, I needed blood from the purest heart I knew in order to make it work…that’s when I thought of you. So innocent, so naive, so foolish. Your heart is as pure as they come. And I got to you just in time for you to fall for me.” He laughed

Tears filled your eyes once more as you desperately tried to breathe, but you were failing.

“One last thing, my dear…In order for the blood to work, the owner of the blood has to die. That’s just the way it is. So I’m so sorry it had to come down to this, but…” He said, raising his hand. An image of an ice blue flower appeared as he stared down at you with a sinister smile.

“You. Must. Die.”

“How–How could you…”You whispered. 

“Hey, you should be thanking me. At least you will be set free from the pain of no one loving you.” He said, making your already wounded heart break even more. 

Aether and Thoma ran up to try and help you, but P. Albedo pushed them away with a blast of what looked to be ice.

“No, Y/n!” Amber yelled

P. Albedo looked down at you, ready to finish you off, when suddenly a large sword went right through him, making everyone look behind him to see

“Bedo?” 

He was glaring furiously at the boy who tried to kill you. His eyes were dull and crazed.

“You hurt someone I love…and for that…you must be punished.” He said, twisting the blade. Suddenly, P. Albedo started to yell in agony as his body felt like it was on fire.

Albedo had put a type of poison on his sword that when it makes contact, anything the sword touches will turn to a flame and die.

“Good riddance, dear brother.” He said, pulling the sword out of P. Albedo. 

A blood curdling scream could be heard throughout the entire city, but it slowly faded as P. Albedo was finally dead, his body engulfed in flames as he disappeared once and for all.

Albedo turned his head and saw you, lying limp on the ground. His eyes widened as he rushed towards you. He held your body in his arms, blood spreading all over him as he tried to wake you up.

“No, no, no. Come on, Y/n. Wake up. Wake up right now.” He said, shaking you, hoping to see your gorgeous e/c eyes flutter open. 

When that didn’t happen tears fell out of his eyes like a waterfall.

“Y/n, please…please wake up…” He said, his voice breaking at the thought of not being able to see you again.

“Please, I still need to tell you how much I love you…” He whispered, holding you close to him. 

“I love you so much, Y/n. I’m so sorry for the way I acted towards you. I am so sorry for not telling you sooner…then none of this would have happened. This is all my fault…please…please wake up, my love. Please.” He begged. 

Suddenly, a groan made its way to your lips, making him stop and look down at you

“Y/n?” He whispered, afraid it was just his imagination

However, he was quickly relieved to know it was real.

Your bloodied hand went up to his. He quickly held your hand and squeezed it.

“Did…you…mean that?” You murmured, fluttering your eyes open.

“That…all this…time…you…you love me?” You asked as tears brimmed your eyes as well

He nodded

“Of course I love you, Y/n. I have for such a long time…but I was too much of a coward to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin our already close relationship. When I hired Sucrose after you left to go work on your missions, I had hoped maybe it would decrease my love for you…but it only made it bigger. Everytime you were gone, I dreaded not seeing you. And everytime you came back, it’s like I fell in love with you all over again. No one can ever make me feel the way I do when I am with you. I can’t stop thinking about you..you make me crazy, Y/n. And I am so sorry for the way I have been treating you lately, from being distant with you, to getting mad at you for something so little.” He said. 

You hummed as tears fell down the sides of your face.

“Bedo, I love you too. I always have. I was going to confess to you when I was going to give you that flower…but it was too late…” “Nothing is ever too late, Y/n. Once we get you healed, we can live a new life together. One where we can be happy together.” He said, but you shook your head as your vision started to black out.

Thoma quickly ran up beside Albedo and checked to see if you still had a pulse. 

“We need to get her healed fast! Her pulse is slowing!” Thoma said. Bennett ran out to you and started to work on you, but he was struggling to keep you alive. You looked up at Albedo and smiled sadly, caressing his face

“He will not be able to fix this. The damage is too much. So I might as well say my last thoughts to you, my Bedo…” you spoke, making him shake his head

“No, don’t say things like that. You will be fine. We will get you back together. I promise.” He said, trying to keep it together for you. 

“My sweet, loving Bedo…I have always and will always love you. Ever since…we first met and started to work together, I knew I could be myself around you. I knew I’d be safe with you by my side. I knew that you were the man who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. From your amazing knowledge of almost everything, to your sweet and rare smile, everything about you is something I’ve come to love. I wish we had longer to be together…but it seems that my end is coming sooner than expected. So, for as long as you live, my Bedo, please know that…” you spoke, feeling darkness take over

“That…I will…always…always…” you spoke softer and softer as your mind started to go blank.

You heard cries and yells, but couldn’t make sense of them.

“Y/n! Don’t! Keep your eyes open! Stay with me please!” Albedo begged as tears fell

“We are losing her! Quick, Kokomi, help me!” Bennett yelled. The girl quickly ran over to help. Everyone stayed back with tears in their eyes, some looking away, some on their knees as they saw you slowly dying.

“Y/n…y/n honey, don’t sleep. We can rest once we get your fixed okay?”

You touched his face one last time

“I will always love you…Bedo…” you spoke as your hand fell limp, and your eyes closed. Your last breath was released, and Thoma could no longer feel a pulse. His eyes dimmed down as he back away from you. Bennet and Kokomi looked at your with pained looks.

“Y/n?” Albedo asked, not believing you were dead. 

He shook you in his arms, seeing your lips turn blue. 

“No! Y/n. Wake up. I need you! Please wake up!” He yelled. 

“Help her! Why’d you stop!” He yelled at the two healers

“Albedo…I’m so sorry…but she’s-“

Thoma said, lightly touching his shoulder. Albedo push him away

“She can’t be dead! She cant! Her and I are supposed to be together!” He yelled out. All of them backed up a bit from his sudden and very rare outburst. 

He held you close to his body as he embraced you. His tears fell on your face.

“I’m so sorry…I’m so so sorry.” He softly said. 

As he kissed your forehead, he looked over and saw the tube that his brother had dropped after being burned alive. He remembered hearing him say something about the potion.

“It allows anyone who drinks it the ability to heal from any damage for the rest of their life, basically making them immortal.”

He quickly let you go and ran up to the potion, seeing it change colors. 

“Albedo, that won’t work. It only works after the person who gave their blood…dies.” Aether said, pausing as he realized it might actually work

“But will it work on the person who gave the blood?” Paimon asked

“It’s worth a shot. I have to try. For her.” Albedo said, quickly pouring the potion down your throat. 

Minutes passed by as they waited, hoping for some sign.

But nothing. Albedo looked down at his hands, bloodied from holding you. He was ashamed and angry with himself. How could he have let this happen to you.

“Come on, let’s go. We will take care of her. You need to rest.” Raiden said. Feeling empty and hopeless, he slowly got to his feet, turning around to leave you. 

However, all of them stopped once they saw a bright glow start to emit from your body. Gorgeous swirly patterns started to form along your body to your chest where the wound was. The light wrapped tightly around the body, causing a large bass noise through the room. The light started to flicker and run through the whole room multiple times as your body started to float in the air. Everyone looked at you with surprise. The flickering became faster and faster to the point where it was just pure light everywhere you looked. Everyone shielded their eyes from the brightness.

A few seconds later, it stopped. The air slowly put you back down on the ground. 

Everyone was whispering, wondering if the potion worked. 

Albedo quickly ran up to you and touched your face, looking for any signs of life. 

He looked at your body and saw small bright white markings on your arms. He then looked up to your face again, seeing your once blue lips turn back to their plump natural color. Your skin started to go back to its gorgeous s/c color.

“Y/n?” He asked softly, holding your hand again

His heart stopped once he felt your hand slowly tighten around his. He looked down, his hopes coming back. 

“Mmm…be…do…” you slowly murmured, making his chest jump.

“I’m here, y/n. Come back to me. I’m right here.” He said. 

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, revealing your beautiful orbs. They looked right at Albedo, making a small smile form on your face. 

“Did I ever tell you how cute you are~” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

He gasped and quickly hugged you, thankful you could hug him back. 

Everyone in the back cheered and sighed in relief that you were okay. 

Albedo looked you in the eye

“Y/n…I want you to know that I meant every word I said to you. I love you so much and I hope you can forgive me for being such a douche to you. You will always be my love, and no one will ever change that.” He said, making your heart pound and butterflies form in your stomach. 

“Oh Bedo, of course I forgive you. Now come here.” You said, pulling him to you and kissing him passionately. He wrapped his arm around your head and continued the kiss, loving the feeling of your lips on his. Sparks flew past as you both enjoyed the moment. 

He let go of the kiss, both of you panting a bit.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” You said, making him smile

“Believe me, so have I.” He spoke

You smiled as he went back to kiss you once more.

“Well, I say this all ended nicely! How about we continue the dance everyone!” Itto said, making everyone cheer. And thus, the party began again. You and Albedo danced together, closer to each other than ever, both smiling to your ears.

His kissed your forehead as you danced all night

“I love you, y/n.” He whispered, making you smile and giggle

You looked up at him and kissed his nose

“I love you more, Bedo~” you replied

And for the rest of the night, you two danced and danced, enjoying every moment with each other. That was a night that no one would ever forget.

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[starxiasstuff]

How some of the bonten members would react to your period.

(💀the amount of pain some of us feel is just omg)

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Ran Haitani

He would have a basic understanding of it

Unaware of cramps/mood swings and that sorta shit so he would def be taken aback if you winced in pain.

Would tease you but would stop if you're visibly pissed or hurt

Would try his best in getting you the right sort of pads

Will buy you whatever you want "wah, that bag is super cute! " Next thing you know Ran bought it.

Gives you massages

Overall his care is a 9.5 on 10 the teasing made him lose the .5

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Rindou Haitani

PLS he literally knows nothing about periods, he just found you sleeping and happened to see a stain, he lowkey thought you got shot on your ass and freaked out

He is a pretty fast learner so after reading up on some articles about it he would go to the store and buy every single pad/snack available

Would spoil you but not come near you, he's liked kinda grossed outtt idk the idea of bleeding out of your 🐱 for almost 24/7 doesn't sit right with him

He would be a bitch and ask you to sleep in the guest bedroom, but he would end up sleeping on the couch.

"Rin can i get a hug pleaseeeeee" "EWW no way in hell am I comin' near you and your bleeding🐱"

Overall he's a solid 7 on 10, the distancing makes you feel like shit and he doesn't even make up properly just buys you stuff and awkwardly tries to make up for the shitty week your body and he caused.

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Mikey

Pretty experienced because of Emma

Keeps a track of your cycle

Shares his food (which is a stretch even for his "emo" Self)

Butterfly kisses on your stomach

He would take a day off and put either Kakucho Or Kokonoi incharge (no way in hell is he letting Sanzu take over for a full 24 hours)

Thinks a lot before he speaks to you during the week, he is so scared of saying smth that might hurt you in anyway

Personal heatpack <3

10/10 he is literally the sweetest during this time <333333

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Might update later.

UPDATED

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Kakucho Hitto

Contrary to popular belief of him being "husband" Material, I think he would be flustered to talk about it.

"Oh.. You're uh on your.. *cough* monthly cycle... UHH" Poor dude would be confused af and would be super worried if your cramps are bad

He'd come back early frm Bonten hq in an attempt to take care of you, but freak out as soon as he had laid eyes on a stain.

He would properly make it up to you for freaking out about it (unlike someone 😒)

Would cuddle you from behind and rub gentle circles on your back

Same as Ran 9.5 on 10, he lost the

.5 at being awkward, it put you on edge.

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Sanzu Haruchiyo

Manz doesn't know what it is and won't care to learn about it, all he needs is a nutshell explanation and BOOM he literally runs faster then Sonic to the supermarket and buys you everything you could ever need

Would take the whole week off just to stay with you

Movies and binge watching cringy rom-cons are a must

Asks you if you can still do the deed

If your cramps are bad in the morning he'll carry you downstairs bridal style throw you on the couch and gets you your favorite instant noodles

Would take a hot bath with you without being disgusted by the sight of your blood

Overall solid 10, he is super ooc here because I refuse to see all his red flags 😌

(**AN, I WILL BE ADDING KOKO ASWELL AS TAKEOMI LATER**)

Hhhgnudvjfvjfc I'm back like I promised, I'll be ending it with koko and takeomi, I'm sorry i just can't write shit for mochi😔

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Kokonoi Hajime

He honestly could care less, but he loves you and hates seeing you in pain

He will def spoil you like crazy, slides you his phone from across the table and asks you which piece of clothes you like better

Buys you some of the best meds, manz hates it when you say you don't need the meds but are literally glued to the bed cause of cramps

After a really bad period he would take you to a gynecologist to make sure everythings ok

Would take a day off to take care of you, but when he returns the whole hq is in literal shambles

Would make sure you have a really or atleast maybe relaxing week

(Fhcghv i low key love this man sm i have sm hcs just based on him)

If your back hurts he'll buy a whole new matress

10/10 no explanation needed

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Akaashi Takeomi (this is the literal first time I've ever wrote anything for him, probs the last time too idk he and mochi are hard to write for)

Would be experienced because of senju

Doesn't keep a track of your cycle but knows when it's near almost like a 6th sense

Cooks gourmet worthy food for you

Cuddles and what not

He asks you literally everything like "hey, would you like it if I went to work today? "

#remote working

Checks in on you a lot to make sure you're comfy and not in too much pain.

10/10 (smh rin better be taking notes)

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Bye bye luvs!! I'll post smth later

[lyranova]

Hi Lyra! 💕

For the ask game how about 9 (keeping my fingers crossed for Zerilliam or YuNeva), 15 and 24?

Hiya Lola! Of course, and as requested I chose YuNeva for number 9 (it was really hard to decide between them or Zerilliam 😭!). And I hope you enjoy~!

9 with characters i love

Aaaaahhhhh i had such a hard time trying to decide on a piece! But I finally decided on a YuNeva one that I write a few months ago that I just completely adore, now this hasn’t been published yet, but it will be a part of “Endevaors of Gods and Mortals”!

“ Well then…help me become a full God that way it won’t take as long.” Neva proposed, and Yuno frowned a bit as he crossed his arms. “ If you help me become a full God, I’ll help you become the next King of Gods. It’s a win-win for both of us.”

“ I thought you were already planning on supporting me becoming the next King of Gods?” He asked with a raised brow, and she nodded.

“ I am. But if you help me, it’ll only double my support. Because I’ll not only be supporting you as a fellow God, but also as your wife.” She told him with a small grin, and Yuno hummed in thought for a moment before he looked at her seriously.

“ No thanks.”

“ W-What? Why not?” She exclaimed in surprise, her purple eyes slightly wide. She thought he would easily agree to this since he had been pretty persistent in asking her to marry him.

“ Because if I help you become a God, would you have really earned it? All of the Gods in Elysia worked hard to become a God, and they did it on their own. So would it really be right and fair if I helped you become one?” He asked curiously, and he watched as he blushed and looked away.

He had a point, but that didn’t mean she liked it.

“ Says the man who was already born as a God.” She muttered with a small pout as she looked away.

“ I was born a half-God. I still had to work hard to become a full one just like everyone else, and I did it without my parents' help,” He told her before he reached out and patted her head. “ And you’re just as strong and amazing as I am, if not more. So I think you’ll be able to do it without my help.”

Neva’s head snapped in Yuno’s direction, her face bright red because of him patting her head and because of his compliment.

“ What happens if I never become one? Or if it takes a millennia?”

“ You’ll become one,” He said firmly, leaving no room for argument. “ And when you do, we'll get married. Even if it takes a decade, a century, or a millennia.”

“ You’ll wait a millennia to marry me?”

“ I’ll wait 6 if I have to.”

“ Why?”

“ Because…you’re worth the wait.”

15 from an old piece that i like

Aaahhh another hard one :wah:, i have so many, but this little piece from “Children of the Future Chapter 15” just always makes me giggle because of how silly it is 😆!

“ Sir,” a magic knight shouted as he ran into Julius’s office. Julius stood abruptly and looked at the man.

“ What is it?”

“ We have an intruder inside the castle! Apparently they’re a spatial mage which explains how he got in, luckily we were able to apprehend him without difficulty. He…He’s a bit of a coward.” The magic knight muttered as suddenly shouting could be heard behind him.

“ Please let me go! It was an accident I hadn’t meant to just pop in here! I can assure you this will never happen again! Please please let me go! I’m too pretty to be tortured and I’m too young to die!” The young man shouted as he was dragged into Julius’s office. Julius and Marx blinked.

The young man had shoulder length pink hair that was partially tied into a ponytail. His suit was a mixture of burgundy and black, his eyes were a light purple color as well, but what really stood out was the robe he was wearing. A Black Bulls robe to be exact.

24 that makes me go "huh...i wrote that?!"

The one that I instantly think of are the poems in “A Fractured Diamond” but…considering Laura helped me write them I can’t say I wrote them all by myself 😆! But this one from my Alistar x Hikari “Rain” fic is a close second, and is one I wrote by myself!

The boy didn’t even seem to notice her presence, he stayed in the same spot, in the same position, as she walked up to him. Hikari had known the boy pretty much her entire life, they weren’t very close though as they were in two separate squads, but she had met him numerous times and found him pleasant to be around. Even if he could be a little bit of a ‘by the rules’ type, but he was always kind and polite to her. This didn’t even look like the same boy.

“ Hurt...it hurts…” Alistar struggled to get out, his voice was hoarse as though he had been screaming, there were vines wrapped around his legs and ankles, but they didn’t look tight enough to be hurting him.

“ What hurts?” She asked him as she looked around his body, his shirt was slightly torn, but he had no wounds.

“ Everything…” Alistar told Hikari so softly that she almost missed it, her head shot in his direction. Sweat was dripping down his face as though he were in extreme agony. But when he finally moved his eyes to look at hers she gasped; his eyes, they held a different kind of pain in them. Alistar wasn’t talking about physical pain, he was talking about a different kind of pain, one that couldn’t be seen.

“ Look, I know you’re hurting right now, and I’ll do what I can to help you. But just because you’re hurting, doesn’t give you the right to be hurting others too!” Hikari shouted, shocking both Alistar and Yami. Alistar gaped at the young brunette. She could understand he was hurting and that in return he wanted others to hurt as well, but that didn’t mean it was the right thing to do!

“ I…” He trailed off, his eyes suddenly searching hers, for what neither really knew. But the vines that surrounded them suddenly began to vanish. “ I don’t want to hurt anyone else.” He finished, his voice breaking, Hikari instantly looked away sheepishly. She hadn’t meant to be so harsh.

[thegeminisage]

it IS tng update time. saturday we watched "relics" and "schisms" and last night* we did "true q" and "rascals."

*times altered bc as usual im typing this up late at night

relics:

oh boy. ohhh my god

so like, i'd like to preface this with: i am not a scotty stan or anything. don't get me wrong i love the guy and i'm fascinated by the way he tricked me into thinking he had all ten fingers. like he's v fun and all. but im not like Extremely Emotionally Invested In Scotty. all right. that said

I CRIED. LIKE A BABY. no one was more shocked than i was. actually i'm sure catherine was not shocked at all

i didn't cry when he first showed up which is what i suaully do when i see spock. no, no, no, no. it was when he went to the holodeck and created the fucking BRIDGE OF THE ENTERPRISE. and they played the main theme!!! the sound effects were even the same!!!!!!! and like all his friends are dead now except spock and bones and bones frankly has one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel!!!!!!!! I'VE NEVER BEEN SO UPSET IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

chronologically, this is also the last time we'll ever see a tos cast member coming back to reprise their role except for aos spock and um. an appearance which i do not wish to discuss now or ever. anyway it's definitely the last time in tng proper. and like yeah we have aos and snw and everything but those guys arent the OGs. AUGH.

also wah him saying the doctors are prettier on this enterprise. thats SO MEAN TO BONES………………….i miss him so bad and he's WAY prettier than beverly sorry beverly

i definitely wanted to kill geordi for yelling at scotty when he tried to tell his old man stories. im glad they hung out for the rest of the episode and that geordi treated him really niceys but it still felt a teensy bit patronizing of him at first like he was just doing it because picard told him to make scotty feel useful

THAT SAID. for once, i am pro picard, because picard is a giant nerd and he wanted to listen to scotty's old man stories as much as i did. not that i got to enjoy them while being blinded by tears. i'm actually genuinely tearing up right now while typing this just thinking about it. i think it was genuinely compassionate for picard to want to give scotty something he could genuinely help with in a way that WASN'T patronizing. like old people are just regular people you know. we all get old one day if we're lucky

spotted scotty's missing finger twice, which is two more times than i spotted it in my original watch of tos.

he remembered how to hide the missing finger (mostly) but forgot how to do his fake scottish accent. in his defense it's been ages and he was old but it was still funny

synthehol is wack. it's just another way in which there's no work-life boundary in tng. you're always on call, so you can never get drunk. you will NEVER have personal time aboard this ship. they can call you in your son's parent-teacher meeting. they can call you during birthday parties. you cannot raise your children here. but they do. anyway.

IT'S GREEN!!! i remember seeing a gifset of data floating around saying that to somebody, and then later i saw a gifset of scotty saying it in tos, but i didn't realize data was talking TO SOCTTY i thought it was just a reference!!!!!!! there were actually sooo many tos references in this episode, i was so pleased to hav caught them all <3

looooooved the dyson sphere. that was genuinely so fucking fascinating and it was the b plot!!!!! why can't it be the a plot!!!! it was so cool looking

i thot for a sec they were gonna kill scotty at the end and got REALLY worried but they didn't and he decided not to retire after all and good for him <3

anyway. that cry felt like a full-body workout. horrific.

schisms:

OFF GOES RIKER TO THE COFFEE SHOP

i waited so long to see the episode that gifset is from and it did NOT disappoint

my one sour note re: this ep was the beginning with data's poetry. can we please be nice to him and not loudly fall asleep in the front row. i know the circumstances are highly extenuating. i of all people understand sleep deprivation, which i am currently experiencing even as i type. but that was just rude!!! could he not have simply explained he was unwell and unable to attend!!!!!!! the crowd being restless was terrible. if you simply tell him that he has to have a limit on his poems he would understand. i'm glad geordi was an honest critic when data asked later but i would have liked to see data's results after incorporating his feedback. ok anyway

firstly, i loved when a little guy is sleep deprived. it was great when sam winchester did it and also great when riker does it

SECONDLY, that whole sequence with the table was fucking insane. everything getting darker and darker both literally and metaphorically and deanna starting to look uneasy near the end and riker's eyes being ABSOLUTELY HAUNTED and that table was basically like a chair, anyway

when they were like "yeah the aliens cut off your arm and reattached it" READER I HOLLERED. you can't just put a guy on a chair and tear his arm off and then make him forget stuff. please. it's been nearly 10 years.

when he's like theyre gonna take me again whether i want them to or not. yeah man they sure are. this isn't quite riker roulette but it is definitely adjacent

i think the best cure for insomnia is to be absolutely terrified of going to bed because you're still in uniform and have a tracking device on you because you are about to get abducted by fucking aliens. who could resist sleep after that.

i did wonder why he laid on the table so long before attempting his escape when time was precious but i doubt i could have done any better in his shoes. i sure did love the way that knife thing hung right above his neck though. i'm pretty sure we spent that entire scene hollering DISMEMBER HIM. TRAUMATIZE HIM!! and then they didn't <3 but i'm not even mad about it

anyway. 10/10 episode they need more space horror in star trek bc it's always fun. i remember reading that tos was originally meant to be space horror-y, but i found the pacing of those earliest episodes waaaay too slow. i want a star trek show with more dismemberment though.

true q:

mistakenly thot this episode was named qpid (got it mixed up) and was hoping for more of q wanting to fuck picard to so bad it makes him look stupid but all we got was one little arm around his shoulder. which was REALLLY funny because picard instantly made a face like he'd eaten sour lemon but we deserved more. to reiterate i do NOT want them to fuck i think the dynamic of q wanting to fuck and picard preferring to die first is the funniest possible set of circumstances

instead, q constantly displays predatory body language towards this EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL. he leans really close to her and whispers in her ear and all that stuff and i did Not like it

i kept waiting for this girl to secretly be his child, or for her parents to have once been friends with him, but they literally were just randos to each other. disappointing, especially after he vanished while she was having her emotional moment on seeing their faces

where do the puppies go when she vanishes them? do they cease to exist?? did she just kill 12 puppies on screen???? too horrible to contemplate. i wish i could make kittens out of thin air though. actually that would be a terrible power the world is overpopulated with kittens as it is but STILL.

i want to know more about the weather altering net. we could have an entire episode about that alone. you just...got rid of tornadoes? and forest fires? did you fix climate change??

riker almost being killed by an empty barrel sent me into fits. they didn't strap them down after what happened to worf? this spaceship gets jostled horrifically EVERY EPISODE. what are they thinking!!!!!!!!!

RIKER ROULETTE STRIKES AGAIN. her bringing him to the alternate dimension and trying to lay on the moves was bad enough but using her powers to MAKE HIM START KISSING HER? HELLO???? i'm still mad they wrote an episode about rape and just used it for deanna fetish fuel instead of actually discussing what this poor guy goes through. why is it somehow ok/not noteworthy when it's men. come on now

it was kind of silly to have this girl go "no way im a human forever" and then immediately solve climate change on this other planet because her lil crush (/VICTIM???) was down there. like that was so rushed and weird

ultimately not a very good episode. i only like one thing about q and they did NOT deliver. he was also a misogynist to beverly once...like, die

rascals:

this got a 1 on letswatchstartrek.com and i simply disagree. i would have given it a 2 or mmmaybe 3. well no probably a 2 but STILL. first of all, tng's children are ALWAYS charming, and these guys were no exception, save possibly the kid who was playing picard, who was fine until the tantrum scene/riker's son bit, at which point i wanted to die

i never want to hear riker say daddy again.

i HAAAATE the ferengi theyre racist theyre misogynist i HATE THEM.

i felt like there was a missed opportunity with obrien and keiko to have him be cool about it, instead of awkward like everyone else. like i obviously dont think they should be canoodling or anything, gross, but there's nothing wrong with a little platonic compassion. he got there in the end ig but idk it would've made a nice contrast

how old is their fucking baby??? i just looked it up and she was born at the beginning of season 5...her ass is NOT old enough to be talking yet let alone full complete clear sentences??????

anyway speaking of compassion............GUINAN AND RO

i actually unironically loved ro's little arc here. anyone who had a shitty childhood will tell you they'd cut off their arm before going back, but she had to go back anyway, and guinan neither pitied her nor minimized anything she'd gone through. instead she got to occupy that space in a totally harmless way and receive a little closure. while the rest of this episode was okay-ish to maybe less than okayish (i NEVER want to hear riker say daddy EVER again) ro's little bit was so so so good.

re: ro...i love that we don't constantly bring her past and situation up as if it's the only thing about her but nor do we shy away from it and how it's shaped her and the narrative has never once suggested she's too harsh or too angry or whatever. of course with a season and a half left there's still time to ruin it but so far her whole thing has been one of the very few instances where tng is doing everything wonderfully.

NEXT TIME: "a fistful of datas" (noooo it's a holodeck episode) and "the quality of life."

[orengesz]

Race drabble masterpost for Monza'23

Some funny radio quotes and other note drabble i can't send to bestie cause she has a 30 second delay 🙄

"I think you've broken both of my eardrums" ~LN4

"I don't know if you can see, but I've got a car up my ass" ~GR63

"smokey, smokey brakes for gasly!" real dumb move from his team fucking up the pit stop like that.

Wah wah, "he pushed me off" ~SP11 about GR63

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Up until Verstappen take over and my hope being quashed. Fucking break locking, I want to die.

3.3 pit stop???!! Behind Bottass??? Ferrari please 😭

They've been swapped, pushing for Charles to get pole now. Ha, mans was just a touch too slow coming out. I want them both up there, please... They need this...

Piastri leading, that's kinda cute but he needs to pit at some point.

1.25.558 fastest lap(25) CS55

Lmao, not George using the runoff and getting a 5sec penalty.

Fuck, there is so much space between max and the ferrari's 😭 called it yesterday. Let's just forget about p1 - he doesn't exist.

Damn, Mclaren collision 💥💀 no further investigation

Hamilton not coming in to pit and sticking his tyres through 29laps, rejoining after alonso then overtaking him.

Lawson doing well for his 2nd race, can he get into the points? 🤔

MWAGHAHAHAGAG Perez tryna overtake only to almost fuck it up for himself because he did NOT have the space. Love that for Charles.

CHARLES, BB, WE LOVE YOU. LEAVE PEREZ IN THE DUST

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"he's not giving any space." ~SP11 *proceeds to overtake* wah wah, fuck you perez

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The Redbull car is a fucking undeaftable unit.

I believe in you, Carlos. Bring it home. Charlie boy, you can overtake and grab 3rd back, please.

1.25.240 fastest lap(33) MV1

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"he forced me off, I was completely alongside him. He saw me." Norris4 and Albon23(whomst was on full lock and couldn't have) Lando bb...

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Lewis stalking the competition

Perez thinking he can overtake sainz. No thankyou 😌🌶️

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PIASTRI AND HAMILTON CONTACT - replay time

"he just turned across me in the breaking." ~OP81

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Perez really trying to get Carlos in trouble while their in the braking zones makes my brain feel fuzzy is a neg way. I am feeling rabidly feral.

Piastri taking fastest lap 😎

Hot shit - fight between the ferrari's. Charles really tried saying it was his turn to lead. The girls are really squabbling. What the fuck is this with Carlos' car continuing to lock up???

It's kinda funny how they don't bother talking about max anymore. He has 12 seconds on p2, Redbull don't need to worry about shit 🙄

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"Guys, let's bring this home." ~CS55

"no risk, no risk until the end." ~ferrari team radio

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It's a 1-2 finish for Redbull

3rd FOR SAINZ, leclerc in 4th

10 consecutive race wins for Verstappen. We've just witnessed f1 history made, 15th consecutive win for the Team.

Mans standing up and putting all 10 digits up like a happy little turd.

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Carloooossss saainnnzzz

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you

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I have so many emotions rn

[bluiex]

i am rotating that one ask in my head of elf Scar being viewed as bad luck or a bad omen just because he has dark hair, and elves with dark hair are generally shunned because of their reputation, and for something they literally have no control over ;-; it probably doesnt help with having scars everywhere on his body, I think that elves would have a disdain for marred skin.

so while other elves refuse to even talk to Scar, or make snide remarks to him about the combination of his dark hair and body littered with scars (particularly calling him things like being a walking magnet for bad luck, mean things like that), Scar just has to kind of put up with it. But oh boy, do his friends not put up with it. I think any of Scar’s friends that hears the kind of treatment Scar gets from other elves would go apeshit (as they should).

Grian definitely would not let that shit go, he’d probably set like an explosive trap in someone’s house for that, and then go home to tell Scar how beautiful his long dark hair is, have a sweet braiding session full of kisses and cuddles <3

Ough I know right- its just so tragic and WAH Scar deserves all the love. The elves don't know what they're talking about!!

Yes Grian totally would do that and watch with smug satisfaction at the aftermath of it going off--

[iohourtime]

Yamada Ryosuke x Yoshine Kyoko

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(I paraphrased a little. Please let me know if there are any errors. They also did individual interviews but I'm to lazy to translate. Photos in the bottom.)

- This is the second time you have shared a screen together, but this time, you are playing “Azakawa* man” Maruya Kousuke and the “Robot woman” Sanada Izumi who was unmoved by his killer smile.

Yamada: Since it’s a love comedy, getting the right balance between us is the most important thing. Izumi didn’t have a lot of lines and was very hard to read in the first half, so Kousuke was very frustrated & kept asking (himself) “What’s wrong with her?” This mismatched feeling is a point to watch.

Yoshine: Of course we have to make each character memorable in their own way, but we also need to make sure the charms of each character play off each other to become even more than that. Recently, I acted by making an effort to anticipate how Yamada-san would react / feel.

Yamada: To what extent will she go to play the “robotic woman”? I could see how hard she worked [in those scenes] .

Yoshine: “What do you think?” I asked frequently.

Yamada: I said something like, “Ah, it’s annoying.” (laughs).

Yoshine: And I said something like, “Well, that’s OK then.” (laughs)

Yamada: We go back and forth like that.

*Azakawa = Azatoi + Kawaii, which basically refers to people, usually female, who use their cuteness to get their way (whether for good or evil).

- Then Kousuke realized his cuteness will expire soon, he kept hitting brick walls at work. When you hit a brick wall at work, what do you do?

Yamada: I don’t think much about walls. Although there are times when I thought “Wah!”, I am the type who does not think there are walls that cannot be torn down.

Yoshine: For me, it’s now!

Yamada: Eh?

Yoshine: This role. I’m trying to overcome it now.

Yamada: Oh, I see.

Yoshine: Up till now, I have acted in many “Believe in what’s inside me!” roles. But this time, I have to be more conscious of the “robot” feeling than I thought. So I feel like I’m hitting a roadblock when I have to hide the “think of myself as a weapon” kind of thought. I felt the difficulty even during the table read. But when I asked Yamada-san “is it OK”, he said “just act like you do right now and you’ll be OK”, and I thought “I’ll believe him and act”. Your words pushed me through the first day, so if it didn’t work, it’s all his fault. (laughs)

Yamada: Ha ha ha (laughs). It’s my job as the lead to take full responsibility.

- You feel the many charms and strengths of your partners, right?

Yamada: Yoshine san was able to fully immerse in [her role] even during the table read of “Kiokuya: Anata wo Wasurenai” last time. I think of a table read as the place where you work out the closeness and balance of your scene partners, so when I saw Yoshine san fully committing at that stage, it felt really shocking and thrilling. Also, although I’m shy, since we played childhood friends, I worked hard to try to shorten our distance…

Yoshine: Because I rejected [him] (laugh). I’m also shy, so I don’t know how to shorten the distance.

Yamada: Although I wasn’t able to do anything for Yoshine san, who had a lot tough scenes last time, I really felt “this person is a genius” with the way she was able to immerse in her role. Since it’s a love comedy this time, I am glad we can have fun.

Yoshine: Yamada san is very good at taking care of people. Not only that, I think he is very good at maintaining a balance, whether it’s last time or this time.

Yamada: I’ll take that. (laughs)

Yoshine: Last time when I was struggling, you kept a good distance between us. I am the type who likes to be alone when I am concentrating, so a lot of people try to be careful and stay away. However, Yamada san still had me in his sights despite us not talking. I thought he gave me a really great sense of security… (joking)

Yamada: Thank you. (laughs)

Yoshine: Since you had sown a lot of seeds to get close to me, so I didn’t feel shy. Although I already announced that “I am shy”.

- Kousuke’s rival has appeared, do you think you must have a rival?

Yamada: It’s probably good to have one. I think it’s nice to have someone who can give you a good challenge, this way you can work hard so you won’t lose to that person. I don’t think it’s a bad thing to have [a rival].

Yoshine: I also don’t think it’s a bad thing, but I’d rather make friends than have rivals. I’m sure there are many ways a rival can exist, but I want us to be able to go forward shoulder to shoulder. It’s definitely more fun this way, to work hard [together]. I really hate losing to myself more than anyone. If I don’t do my best now, I will probably regret it.

Yamada: I can feel that a lot when I see that.

Yoshine: It's stubbornness to hate to lose. It’s a really bad personality trait. (laughs)

Yamada: No, no. It’s a good thing and is necessary for this job. This time too, you’ll probably win against yourself in spite of the hardship.

- By the way, you’re playing salespeople this time. Sell this drama!

Yamada: Each episode is worth 10 million yen!

Yoshine: If you watch it, your skin will become healthy.

Yamada: It will, next day!... No, that’s not what they asked for! (laughs) But really, it’s a drama that will make you feel happy the next day.

Yoshine: There is not a single hateful character, so it’s really refreshing.

Yamada: For people who want to feel your heart beat faster, and for those who want to laugh, please watch.

[themetalvirus]

prime spoilers

RUSTY ROSE PLEASE HAVE A SATISFYING CHARACTER ARC AND STORYLINE PLEASEPLRASEPLESSE I WANT TO BE EMOTIONALLY DESTROYED BY HER REGAINING FREE WILL PLEEEASEOPLPSPLSPLSSEASSEPLEAS IF IT DOESNT HAPPEN IM GONNA FUCJING WRITE THAT FANFIC MYSELF

i love her so much. dude. her extendo arms and legs made for such fun shots and camerawork and fights and cool posing and interesting situations and her voice is so crazy and she recognizes herself in other universes and gets upset and shes CLEARLY capable of good she even SMILED WHEN THE RESISTANCE MEMBERS GOT OUT OF THE EGG BASE!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but still, she was still under nine's control. she was still being controlled. and nine didn't even seem to care, he just thought of her as a robot and didn't even consider the possibility of her being a person. which is so fucked up.

i love that nine is allowed to be a fucked up little angry creature who makes a lot of mistakes and oversights because he's young and deeply traumatized and lonely but unable to process that in a healthy way. he doesn't have the tools to process that in a healthy way. so other people's problems are basically incomprehensible and thus ignored. so rusty is just a robot to be controlled and not a horrifying example of the chaos council's injustice and how far they're really willing to go to get what they want. he accepts the council's logic because when he does it it's good. because it's him. and he doesn't know any other way to live, not really.

also am i the only weirdo who wanted to see sonic get the paradox energy drilled out of him. am i just a sicko. i wanted to see what that machine did i wanted to see how it functioned and whatd happen. also sonic being supercharged with paradox energy is soooooo cool, i hope they make it so he's always been kinda Like That but they probably won't do that, wah

also, can't help but think about. like. if sonic fixes the paradox prism and brings the original world back. what happens to the shatterspaces? what happens to the people in them? is it worth snapping multiple universes full of people with hopes and dreams to bring back one world? i hope they address this somehow. i wouldn't be able to handle all the eggman wins universe characters becoming friends and working together and then sonic having to say GOODBYE FOREVER :( AAAAUYGHGAHAGAAAAAAA

[force-slash-non-con]

YAYY I've gotten into Elden Ring let's go time for some horrid cruel OC talk

Let's call him Fang

220 cm. I have a fucking issue.

He ain't a nice man. Verily, he is a right cunt.

Yeah, let's not beat around the bush, he's a r4pist. He also likes breeding.

There are few things he respects more than power for yourself. Absolutely loathes bullshit like 'im grabbing power to protect people', 'im becoming strong because wah wahh I deserve it I've been kicked down for so long' shut up. Shut the hell up, own up to the fact that you just wanna be powerful and hold power over people. Don't make it pretty, don't make it whiny, just become powerful.

Also likes feeling good. He likes sex. Hence why he's Like This.

The first one he goes for is Varré. There's implications that Varré murders your Maiden at the start, and hey, if the guy wants to take the role as your maiden that bad, he'll get it. The full force of it.

(Varré inadvertently saved that poor woman. But Fang will absolutely try to breed the hell out of Varré-- oh, the genitalia isn't correct? Doesn't matter. He'll fuck Varré for long enough that the poor man will think that he's gotten impregnated.)

Poor Varré will stick up with it, because he needs this Tarnished one around, and Fang is taking some great amusement in seeing how far he can push Varré until the guy snaps.

Fuck dude, Fang hates Seluvis. Spineless old fool. He'll fuck his pussy until the poor man's actually impregnated for real. Blackmailing him because shit, the man laid all of his cards on the table with the entire assassination thing. Of course Fang is gonna lord it above him.

Fang and Dung Eater has crazy sex, and then tries to kill each other the rest of the time. Shared goal with the Erdtree, but neither wants the other one to get there first.

(I am not getting the Dung Eater ending because i don't want Big Bogart to die :(( )

Part of Volcano Manor. He side eyes them slightly, don't really like having someone pulling the strings-- but he can't deny the results. And ultimately, they're all open with what they're doing.

The sex he has with Rya us completely consensual. He carries her eggs when she eggpreggs him. She's sweet. Meek, sure, but she's undeniably strong. As long as you're strong, you can be as meek as you want to be.

There's this guy whose goal is to make sure that the weak will be the one who inherits the world, and Fang has never been more fucking confounded and utterly insulted. The weak? Inherit this world? Fuck no, they'll die within seconds, how is that gonna solve anything.

The second Fang met Blaidd, the poor wolf has never known peace. 'I'll suck you off standing up' has been said. Fang wants that wolf dick breeding him, and the situation is getting fucking dire, man.

Don't touch his hands. From the moment he arose, people have been wanting to touch his hands. Fucked him up a little in the handholding department.

He enjoys sex. He does also enjoy love, but he takes it from the people who least expect it. Shoves his head into the closest neck to nuzzle 'em up good.

[astraystayyh]

my rin i can't tell you how many times I've reread your feedback since you rbed it, i was, still am, in disbelief that you took the time to not only read my fic but also leave the sweetest most thoughtful feedback on it :( i can't find the words to tell you how much i appreciate you, every word you wrote warmed my heart beyond belief, you really made this fic more special in my eyes, especially since it's coming from YOU, a writer i admire so so so much, so thank you I can't tell you how grateful i am for this :((((

NOW onto your tags HEHHEE you are so cute ㅠㅠㅠ a sahar-style live reaction and a date with invisible thread AKSKJD still makes me giggle

im so happy you liked the clay metaphor :')) that was one of the first parts of the story i wrote and it felt like a defining description of who yn is because of what she went through

LEE MINHO!!!!!! the man of the hour wah what a joy to write for him, truly :') AND DOESN'T HE HAVE THE PRETTIEST EYES EVERRRR

and you're so perceptive ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ your attention to details throughout your reblog AMAZED ME it felt like you were peering into my brain and citing every reasoning i had for x and y line :')))

YESSS he's just having fun, he likes having a competitor because it stimulates his intelligence,, no mean bone in his body :')

LINOISMS 😭😭😭 coming from THE expert in minho i am so flattered. i am first and most fervent defender of minho best quiet lover agenda!!!! like he's so!!!!! loving!!!! love is in the small things and he's living proof of it

do u remember that skz code episode where minho bursts out laughing at the thought of pranking seungmin and han ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ that was what i envisioned just the cutest giggles jumping up and down I LOVE HIM

EEEEE YOU NOTICED ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ her picking up his cute mannerisms they're in love ur honor

you complimenting the characterization of minho and yn when YOUR characterization of chan left me in SHAMBLES ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ truly the biggest honor it feels like im being complimented by a a master of a craft

immmm soooo glad you enjoyed that particular conversation about colors :(( I've always loved to think about how colors can be associated to feelings so i wanted to include it in their discussions,,,, AND YESSS OFC U PICKED UP ON IT ㅠㅠㅠㅠ he does feel invisible too (as you pieced up later!!!!!) just in a different, more subtle, way

LMAOOOO me inspired directly by his vlog cooking for felix :')) he has such distinct quirks it was so fun to think of how i could include them heheheh THE MOSS THEORY STANDS CORRECT!!!!!! they do a lot for each other i think that's what i wanted to highlight the most, how loving someone means healing wounds you haven't inflicted,, it's a two-way road of caring and being there for each other :'))

HEHEHEHHE U ARE RIGHT YOU'RE ALWAYS RIGHT ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ her being broken doesn't mean she isn't enough, the cracks can now be filled with gold, leading way to a better version of herself :'))

and yessss the sad meow meow (cutest minho depiction) scene was rlly a breakthrough in their rp, she knows he goes through bad days just like her and he learns that he can trust her with them. THEY'RE GROWING (me acting as if i didn't write this)

EEEEEE IM SQUEALING AND GIGGLING BECAUSE U NOTICED ALL THE PARALLELS ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ i need to say again how much i appreciate you taking the time to do this it like warms my heart beyond belief i swear i feel very yellow now :')))

that was such a challenging part to write but it was also necessary as u pointed out :') firm believe of healing isn't linear and there's nothing wrong with that!! we can't expect something that had hurt us for years to be erased in mere months,,, but they're getting there :'))))

I'm smiling like an idiot i swear you're insane to me rin INSANE ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ i really wanted it to come full circle and to know that i somewhat achieved that :')) CAN'T TELL YOU HOW MUCH THIS AND YOU MEAN TO ME. thank you thank you thank you x 100000.

you're the absolute sweetest rin i can't ever tire of saying it :(((( your words truly made me so so so happy "it's like you carefully stacked more and more to the foundation of their bond until before we know it, there's an entire home there that they built steadily together" this is one of the most thoughtful things anyone has ever said about my writing i genuinely can't thank you enough for this reblog, I'll keep it safe in my heart for colder days. thank youuuuu once again my angel and i can't wait to read more from youuuu as well <3333

Invisible thread- one

pairing : minho x reader

genre : university au, academic rivals to lovers (rivals not enemies because they respect each other), slow burn, fluff, angst.

warnings : reader has a very bad relationship with her mother, insecurities, talk about murder but as a joke, mention of alcohol, reader has she/her pronouns.

summary : Your studies were your lifeline for as long as you can remember. What happens when Minho comes into your life and rips it away from you?

word count : 20k

Author's note : I've been working on this fic on and off for the past two months, so if you do enjoy reading, please let me know. asks, comments, reblogs i read them all and they truly make me the happiest <3 (also i based this off my own college experience, where we study two terms and there is one person on top of the class every semester)

part two

You have always been first in your class.

Not because you particularly enjoyed studying. You simply felt that your worth was solely tied to the marks on your papers.

You never wanted to crumble under the pressure of studies, to hole yourself up in your room for an assignment you won’t remember in a month. But achieving good grades was the only way for you to feel seen; to make someone stop in their tracks and acknowledge you. 

A simple “good job” that you preserved inside your mind, as a reminder that you did exist to other people. Considering that the majority of your life was spent in silence. 

Your mom put a roof above your head and food on your table, but she never asked about your day, nor did she seem to care. You felt as though you were no more important to her than the tapestry hanging on your wall.

At times, you imagined that if you stood close enough to that tapestry, you could merge with it as one. The intricate embroidery would wrap around you and draw you in. And your mother wouldn’t notice. She would regard you with the same indifference she showed towards that textile- a mere decoration, at times a nuisance when she had to dust it.

You always ate your dinner alone. When you scraped your knee, you tended to the wound by yourself. No one attended your childhood musicals, and you patted your back when you cracked an egg without dropping a shell into the bowl. 

You’ve come to learn since your young age that all your milestones, both small and significant, would be celebrated alone. 

On the rare times your mother would acknowledge your presence, she’d unleash a flurry of criticism your way as if she was eagerly awaiting the opportunity to strike you down. She'd toss crude comments over her shoulder as easily as a casual hello, leaving you feeling battered and bruised in her wake. 

You felt as if you were shoreline rocks, and your mother was the ocean. You never knew if she would be like a gentle tide, barely brushing against you, or an enraged storm, mercilessly crashing down on your being. And you weren't sure which one was worse: to be invisible or to be seen and despised.  

That’s why you grew up plagued with self-doubt. You made friends throughout your school years but you never allowed them to get close enough to really see you -you feared that they might glimpse the very thing your mother seemed to despise in you. 

Throughout your childhood, you were like soft clay in your mother's hands- pliable, and easy to mold. And she indented you, everywhere, carved in edges and dips where they should not have been ones. Handled you roughly when you should have been treated with care. And as the years went by, you hardened- much like clay, but her touch remained imprinted upon you. It was difficult at times to discern who you were and who she made you to be.

You tried to start anew when you went away to university; to rewire your brain into believing that you were enough- you exist and you shouldn't prove to anyone that you deserved to be alive. But her words haunted you, they were like skeletons in your closet- but the closet was you. You could never part from them.

So, you fell back into the same pattern of seeking good grades and congratulatory words from your professors. Every A+ you got infused you with a momentary sense of worthiness.

But unlike in high school, you weren't always the best. Your competition came in the form of a single man named Minho, who seemed to excel in every class you shared.

Minho was mostly quiet, but whenever he spoke, you found that his words carried weight. Your professors consistently agreed with his points, and you envied the confidence he exuded. You wondered what it must feel like to be so sure of oneself.

It wasn't until a month into the year that you had your first interaction with Minho. You were in your Constitutional Law class when your professor Kim brought up the notion of ‘Separation of Powers’. You were arguing that judges shouldn’t be included in the writings of law when you heard a scoff from the row behind you. You turned around, raising a brow at the culprit, "Is there something you’d like to say?" you asked.

And in response, Minho smiled lazily, an air of smugness surrounding him, "I just don’t agree." The professor urged him to explain himself, so he leaned back into his chair, eyeing you. "Judges are the ones who practice the law every day, and sometimes they find that none of the written texts fit their case. If they get involved in lawmaking, they can help address those gaps or uncertainties." 

"Who's to say that those judges aren’t biased or politically motivated? They’ll end up writing laws to fit their own preferences," you pointed out, raising an eyebrow at him. "We elect judges to interpret and apply laws, not make them. If they start writing laws too, we'll be violating the separation of powers between the legislative and judicial branches. That's what keeps our entire system from crumbling."

Minho rested his chin on his hand, tapping his cheek thoughtfully with his index finger. "Aren’t legislators prone to biases too? Your point doesn’t stand then," he challenged, tilting his head to the side, "and judges can participate without going overboard. They can provide input on proposed laws without actually drafting them. That way, we ensure that the laws are crafted with a clear understanding of how they'll be put into practice." 

"If your main concern is to ensure that the laws are impartial, we have people who work as consulting experts whose job is exactly that," you flashed him an innocent smile, firing back. "Also, wouldn’t these overstepping branches put the judges in a position to be perceived in a bad light? Is that what you want?"

Before Minho could respond, Mr. Kim intervened, putting an end to your debate, "Let's save this energy for your essays and see who can convince me more."

You gave a quick nod, swiveling in your seat without a backward glance. However, you could sense Minho’s gaze penetrating through your back- as if he was trying to read your most intimate thoughts. 

That was the first thing you noticed about Minho when he walked over to you. His eyes were brown, not a special color by any means. But they held a certain depth to them that seemed to draw you in like a black hole. You weren't sure what you would find on the other side, nor did you have any desire to find out.

He outstretched his hands towards you, stopping you in your tracks. "Minho," he introduced and your hand met his in a firm grip. The second thing you noticed about him was the coldness of his hand, as it wrapped tightly around your palm. 

Suddenly you were taken back to when you built a snowman for the first and last time. You were just seven and the ice was freezing, numbing your fingers as you worked. Your mother never told you that you should’ve worn mittens, or a thick jacket to fight off the cold when she saw you walking out of the house. The memory of your cold hands and the horrible illness that followed still left a bitter taste in your mouth, like an unripe fruit. With a jolt you dropped his hand, forcefully pulling yourself away from that memory. 

"Yn," you said back, and he smiled to himself, repeating your name slowly, each syllable dripping from his tongue.  

"We'll see who'll write the best essay, right?" he asked, clearly challenging you. There was a gleam of excitement in his eyes that reminded you of a child gazing up at cotton candy. 

That was the third thing you noticed about Minho; how expressive his eyes were. They moved with his every word, punctuating them. 

He was infuriating but also amusing. You've never had a clear competitor in your life. Or maybe you had, but you didn't notice them. You were always so reclined on yourself, trying to survive the day, you didn't pay enough attention to your surroundings.

"You want to compete with me?" You asked, and he smirked, leaning against the door, arms crossed in front of his chest. "What? Scared you’d lose?"

"Please." You rolled your eyes at his taunting, "Don’t come crying when I win."

"We’ll see about that!" He shouted after you as you walked ahead, leaving him behind.

This essay was insignificant. A simple way for your professor to assess your knowledge and work approach. And yet, you found yourself staying up all night to complete it. There was no way you were going to let Minho take this one thing from you.

Who were you if not the best in your studies? You were deathly afraid to find out. 

Later on that week, the professor handed you your grade back, 98%. You turned around to show Minho your mark, and so did he. You surpassed him, only by mere percents. "I told you so," you smiled cheekily and he pouted, holding a hand to his heart as if your grade wounded him.

"I'll beat you next time", he mouthed and you chuckled, "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

✹✹✹

The first time you studied with Minho was in a cat café near campus, called Limbo, about two weeks after your initial interaction. You stumbled upon it serendipitously while strolling through your university town. You couldn’t study at home, since you were easily distracted in there, and the eerie silence of libraries often left you unsettled.

Limbo, however, offered the perfect middle-ground: it was calm, not overly crowded, and the buzzing of the coffee machine blended harmoniously with the occasional mewls of cats, which helped you concentrate better. 

You were sitting in a secluded corner table at the café's back, a sleeping black cat comfortably nestled in your lap when you sensed a shadow loom over you. You glanced up quickly to find Minho. He was clad in a grey hoodie sporting a bunny holding up its middle finger. You had to bite your cheek to suppress a grin at his clothing attire.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. 

"You know for someone smart you sure ask stupid questions," you remarked, already looking down at the papers scattered in front of you.

He huffed, taking a seat at the table right next to yours, "I can’t believe that of all places you’ve found this café to study in."

"My apologies, am I disturbing you, your highness?" You asked sarcastically, and in retort, Minho mimicked your words in a high-pitched tone. You threw the pillow right next to you at his head, and Minho swiftly ducked, easily avoiding it. He chuckled loudly while you glared at his laughing figure. That was the end of your conversation that day. 

From that moment forward, it became a routine for the two of you to study at Limbo, every Saturday, without fault. You didn’t explicitly plan on it, but it seemed that both of you found it comforting to work there. And you could also tell that, unlike you, it wasn’t Minho’s first time coming to Limbo. He was friends with the owner, a sweet middle-aged man who offered you pastries whenever you stayed there until closing. The cats seemed to know him too, they mewled at his feet whenever he entered and he always greeted them with a soft smile on his face. 

You didn’t talk much in those unofficial study sessions, the both of you were consumed by your own work. But you’d steal quick glances at him every now and then, the sight of him so concentrated only fueled you to work harder.

Admittedly, your competition left you feeling anxious for days on end at first. Each time Minho came out on top, you’d found yourself losing your grip. Your studies have been the one anchor keeping you afloat your entire life, and now, Minho was ripping it carelessly away from you. So, you resented him- you were human after all.

But then, you realized that Minho’s taunting wasn’t malicious. He wasn’t competing with you to hurt you, he was doing it for amusement only.

You've slowly started to learn that despite his relentless teasing, Minho had a gentle aura surrounding him. Glimpses of which occasionally emerged like rays of sunshine piercing through a thick cloud cover.

True, he chuckled when you accidentally bumped your head on the table while retrieving a fallen pen. Yet, you also noticed how he began to cover the table's corners with his hand whenever you bent down. He swiftly retracted his hand, seemingly believing you didn't notice, but you did.

During class presentations, he deliberately prepared challenging questions for you, urging you to study twice as hard to ensure no stone was left unturned. Yet, whenever the professor praised your performance, Minho offered a subtle thumbs-up as a gesture of support. He winked at you each time he got the right answer and you didn’t. However, when he noticed you struggling with a particular subject, he scooted closer and patiently explained it to you. He got up before you could thank him, swatting his arm in the air as if he didn’t do anything of significance. 

To show your appreciation, you bought him a drink that day he helped you—a simple gesture that sparked an ongoing game of "win a bet, get free food". You bet on who would receive the first mark on an assignment or who would finish an essay first- anything to further deepen the competition between you.

That's how you came to know that he loved puddings, among other things.

Curiously, as the months went by, your mind began to retain these little details about him. How his eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings when he blinked repeatedly during your conversations. How he glanced at the ceiling when lost in deep thought as if he was waiting for the answers to descend from the sky. Or how his lips take on the shape of an "o" while thinking of his response during one of your many debates. But you supposed that it was natural to take notice of such things when you spend countless Saturday afternoons with the same person.

You were still studying for someone else, in the sense that each time you stayed up working, it was solely to prove your worth to Minho. But at least unlike your mother, Minho's words never haunted you at night.

✹✹✹

Just like that, four months have gone by since you joined your university as a law major. It was nearing finals week and you were preparing it at Limbo. Minho was naturally present too, at his usual table right next to yours.

On the last weekend before the beginning of your finals, you were head-deep into your Criminal Law documents when Minho abruptly got up from his seat and settled in the chair in front of you.

"Yn," he whispers and you glance at him, "What?" 

"I have an idea."

"Keep it to yourself," you grin sarcastically, only for him to pick up your spoon and move it around in a threatening manner.

"Are you trying to scare me with a spoon?" you chuckle in disbelief.

 "Anything can be a weapon if you use enough force."

"Okay… that was creepy. What do you want?"

"The end of the first term is coming up. So, to celebrate our little rivalry-"

"It's not a rivalry if I’m always winning," you cut him off.

"Yeah, that’s why I have a fridge full of pudding."

"But-"

"Anyways, how about the top of the class takes the other out for dinner? A fancy one." He suggests, his gaze fixed on you.

"No, thank you. I already see you enough in classes."

"Didn’t think you wouldn’t up for a bet. Guess I was wrong," he remarks, a cheeky smile drawn on his lips. He knows you couldn’t possibly say no now.  

"Fine," you roll your eyes at his proud expression. "Prepare your wallet." 

"Mm, sure," he responds, before rising from his seat once more.

That day, you both lost track of time as you studied in Limbo until it closed down. When you finally stepped outside, stretching your tired limbs, you were met with the sight of falling snowflakes.

"Nooo, go away. I don't want to watch the first snow with you," Minho whines, referring to the superstition that watching the first snowfall with someone could spark love between the two of you. 

"As if I could ever love you," you laugh at the ridiculous idea, "that’d just be signing a death warrant."

You resume walking towards your apartment when suddenly something freezing and hard hits your back with enough force to make you stagger. Turning around slowly, you find Minho erupting in laughter, his body filled with uncontainable joy. He’s jumping and clapping excitedly, and for a fleeting moment, you can’t decide if your shock was from the impact or from how beautiful happiness looks on him. 

Snapping out of your daze, you swiftly retaliate by scooping up a handful of snow and hurling it at him. "Now you are cold too!" you shout, while he’s still laughing uncontrollably. 

Thus begins an impromptu snowball fight between the two of you. Unsurprisingly, you’re being competitive in this too, trying your best to strike each other before the other could recover. But Minho draws nearer to you, and in your desperation to win, you fall to the ground when he throws a snowball at your chest, gasping as if you’re in pain.

"Shit, did I hurt you?" Minho quickly kneels in front of you, concern evident in his voice. It surprises you for a moment- how worried he seems at the prospect of causing you pain.

But you shake that thought off and push him down to the ground, a proud smile on your face. In his fall, Minho instinctively reaches for you to steady himself, which ends up with you landing on top of him. Your faces are mere inches apart, and a soft gasp escapes your mouth at your sudden proximity.

Minho has a mole on his nose. You’ve never noticed that before. 

You quickly push yourself off of him, not enjoying being this close to somebody. "Why did you drag me down with you?" you grumble, shaking off the snow from your hair.

"Play stupid games, win stupid prizes," he cheekily stuck out his tongue, and you respond with the same childlike gesture before the both of you burst into loud laughter. The sound reverberates through your entire being, and it echoes in your mind long after the two of you go your separate ways.  

As you lay in bed that night, ready to drift off to sleep, a quiet realization dawns on you. This was the first time you've touched snow in since your childhood incident.

That unpleasant memory didn't cross your mind once. Instead, all you thought about was Minho’s infectious laughter, and the surprising warmth it stirred within you.

✹✹✹

You came first in your grade this semester.

True to his words, Minho texted you the name of the restaurant where you’d both meet to celebrate your win. As you got ready for your outing, you couldn’t help the nerves creeping up on you. Studying in silence next to Minho was something, going to a friendly dinner with him was another. You feared it would be too awkward and Minho would regret ever proposing such a thing.

So, as you sit in the refined BBQ restaurant waiting for him, you fidget with your hands, counting down to three in your head in an attempt to steady your breathing.

You were clearly not accustomed to existing with Minho outside of the confines of your studies.

"Did you wait long?" Minho asks as he finally pulls the chair in front of you and you shake your head no.

"Are you nervous?" he chuckles at your lack of words, and you frown, suddenly feeling defensive. "Why would I be nervous? This isn't a date."

"Who said anything about a date?" he smirks and you grab your fork threateningly, pointing it at him, "Don't say anything stupid or I will walk out."

"And stand me up on our first date? That's too mean.” He pouts, a hand on his heart and you can’t help but giggle at his antics. You were ridiculous for being nervous. This was Minho, the one person you’ve talked to the most since the start of this year. 

"What will you have?" he asks and you smile mischievously.

 "Most expensive thing on the menu."

"So you are only here for the food." 

"Well, it's certainly not for your company," you wink and he chuckles, his bunny teeth on full display. 

"And here I thought we were going to be civil with each other."

"When are we ever not?" you gasp dramatically and Minho swats your hand with the menu. "Just order whatever," you finally answer," I trust your food judgment."

"I could poison you, you know?" He smiles proudly and you roll your eyes at him, "Can’t you be normal, for once?"

Minho calls over the waiter and places your orders. The food is quick to arrive and Minho starts to grill up the meat, while you cut the Kimchi into smaller pieces. 

"Here," he puts the perfectly cooked rib onto your plate first and you smile at him, "Thank you."

"Eat up, don’t wait for me," he tells you and you nod, tasting the flavorful meat.

"Wow this is really good," you compliment and he smirks proudly at your words, "I know."

Minho places four other ribs for you, without eating one himself. You start to feel bad, so you grab his chopsticks, pick up the meat, and move it toward his mouth, "Open up."

"What?" He asks confused and you wave the food in front of his face, "Come on, you haven’t eaten anything."

Minho parts his lips slowly, and you feed the tender meat to him, before eating one yourself. You notice how his cheeks are slightly tinted pink now, and you account it to the intense heat of the grill.

"Oh, let's not talk about studies, my brain can't take another debate with you," you tell Minho in between bites and he grins at you, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "If you were to dispose of a body, how would you do it?"

"I think our next celebration will be in an asylum." you smile too sweetly at him and he stares at you pointedly, "Please, I know you've already thought about it."

"Fine. Probably in a deserted land. What about you?"

"I'd cut their bodies and then bury each part in a different forest. In a different city."

His answer came too quickly, and you pause in your tracks, "Should I be worried?"

"You are too cute to kill." His tone is sarcastic and you make a show of gushing at his compliment, clasping both of your hands in front of your heart, "Growing soft on me, Minho?" 

"Yeah, I’m basically sooo in love with you," he replies with a smirk and you roll your eyes at him, an amused smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"What's your favorite color?" you finally ask, changing the subject.

"Purple."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"You'll buy me purple flowers?" He coos at you and you shake your head as you grab the utensil from his hand, to grill the meat your turn. 

"No. I'll paint your tombstone purple," you grin and he laughs loudly, eyes squinted close, and you can't find it in you to care that the people next to you are staring. 

"What's yours?" he asks when he calms down and you shrug, "Navy blue, I think."

"You do remind me of navy blue."

"And why is that?"

"When you look at it, at first glance, it looks like black. But the more you stare at it, the more layers you uncover. Just like you. There’s more to you than what meets the eye."

You grab your glass of water, gulping it down to hide the way your eyes just glossed over. You suddenly felt bare in front of Minho. How did he know?

You clear your throat, racking your brain for a way to move on from that question. "If you were to describe colors to a blind person, how would you do it?"

"Mm," he looks up at the ceiling as he mulls over your question, "I’d say that yellow is the feeling of eating ice cream on a sunny day, in an amusement park. Your fingers are sticky but your cheeks ache from how much you smiled that day."

"Yellow is carefree and happy."

"Exact. Now your turn, red."

"I’d say that... Red is the thrill that rushes through your veins when you do something you are passionate about, you know? It’s what makes our blood boil and our heart race. The very essence of our humanity."

Minho smiles softly at your words, seemingly agreeing with your description. "Don’t you think it would be easier if we simply asked, what color are you feeling today, instead of a 'How are you'?" He questions and you tilt your head to the side, "What do you mean?"

"Well, you could say, I feel like that moss green that no one seems to pay attention to. Or, I feel bright yellow as if the world's energy is stored inside me."

"And right now, how do you feel?"

"I feel orange, not the ugly orange." He precises and you chuckle, "the orange that paints the sky when the sun is about to dip into the ocean."

"A bittersweet orange, an ending that instantly strings along a new beginning. And you don't have time to rest."

Minho places his chin on his palm, eyeing you curiously, "Is that what you want? To rest?"

"Yeah." You admit quietly, "Don't you sometimes wish that the world would just stop, for a few seconds? Just like in a song, right before the beat drops. That silence, I wish I could live inside of it."

"I do too."

You both hold each other’s gaze for a while after that. You felt as if he was keeping you captive with his brown eyes, and he was slowly peeling each of your layers, in silence, as you were peeling his. For the first time, you think that you and he are similar, more than on a studies level. There was a part of his soul that understood yours perfectly. And it felt good, to be understood, for once.

"If you lived in this silence, what would you be doing?" he asks, breaking the serene quiet that surrounded you.

"I’d open a café that had books. And there'd be a little space, where people could paint. Or do pottery. And I’d have cats in there too." You reply excitedly, hands moving around in the air, you end up missing the way Minho gazes fondly at you before his smile morphs into a smirk.

"Please tell me you won't be cooking."

"Shut up. What about you?"

"I’d be a dancer."

"You dance?!" you whisper-shout and he frowns at the surprised look on your face. 

"Yeah. Why are you looking at me like this?"

"I just never expected it. Can I-"

"No." he cuts you off immediately and you pout. 

"I didn't even finish."

"I knew what you were going to say."

"Please, I won't make a sound I’d just watch. Pinky promise.” He grabs your now outstretched pinky with the tip of his index and thumb, lowering it down. 

"I’d only grant you this wish when you’re on your deathbed."

"Bold of you to assume you'd still be around."

"Death might be around the corner."

"Stop it."

"Close your door tonight."

"You are deranged."

Minho chuckles at the crestfallen look on your face, "I’ll think about it."

Just like that, three hours of talking have gone by, the conversation flowing easily between the two of you. And when you finally leave the restaurant, Minho grabs you a cab and you wave him off with a smile. You couldn't lie to yourself, you had a really good time with him. You liked to think that Minho was no longer just a rival, but a possible friend.

But now that you were laying in your bed, you couldn’t help but curse Minho in your brain. His repetitive talk about murder made you paranoid, and now every creak in your apartment made you feel as if death was really right around the corner. 

You decide to text him, figuring that if you couldn’t sleep because of him, you could at least disturb him for a bit. 

Yn : I hate you I'm paranoid from your murder talk

Minho : Poor baby

Yn : Is that you at my door?

Suddenly your phone rings, the shrill sound echoing around your apartment. It was a Facetime call from Minho. You panic for a few seconds, before remembering that you just spent your entire night with him. A call can’t be more daunting than a real-life meeting. 

"See, I’m in my home," he tells you as soon as you pick up and you laugh.

"It's pitch black, I can't see."

"Just say you miss my face." You can’t see him but you can clearly hear the proud grin in his voice. 

"What's there to miss?"

"Are you actually scared?" Minho asks gently and you clear your throat, feeling ridiculous all of the sudden. 

"There is a tree right outside my window and it keeps rustling from the wind," you grumble and Minho laughs at you. 

"Trees can't hurt you."

"No shit Sherlock."

"Close your eyes.” He instructs and you frown at his words. 

"Why?"

"I’ll tell you a story."

"Fine.” You close your eyes tentatively. It’s quiet for a few seconds and you feel yourself relax slightly. 

"So, I bought a sous-vide machine and-"

"Is your bedtime story going to be about meat?"

"Yes?” He replies as if it’s an evidence, “Now be quiet." You pretend to zip your mouth and Minho faintly giggles, before resuming his story. "So, I was saying. I bought one and I wanted to experience different kinds of meats. So, I bought a 30-day aged one and a 58-day aged one and I cooked them both."

"What did you use?" you ask quietly. 

"Just garlic, and thyme, I didn't want to overpower the taste of meat. Anyways I cooked them, but I didn't have plastic bags so I had to go out and buy them."

"Mm," you hum in acknowledgment. You could feel your nerves slowly dissipate with Minho's every word. His story might be ridiculous but his honey-coated voice compensated for it, wrapping around you like a protective cocoon. 

"And I found pudding there so I had to buy it."

"Obviously," you whisper. Sleep was knocking on your door, but paradoxically you tried to fight it off. You wanted to hear the rest of Minho’s story. 

"And I went back home and I cooked it, then I plated it nicely with vegetables that I sauteed with butter and garlic. Just mushrooms and potatoes, nothing too fancy. Again, my main focus was the meat. But there wasn't a difference between the two. They tasted the same for me, for some reason. And I didn't like this because the aged one was very expensive. Maybe I was scammed. Honestly, that butcher looked kind of suspicio..."

Your quiet snores make Minho pause in his tracks, and he laughs quietly. You did end up falling asleep. He can't see your face clearly, but he can see its outline and he stares at you for a while. You look peaceful.

He goes to hang up but his finger hovers over the 'end call' button. You aren't talking, but your hums are quiet enough that they fill up the space around him. It calms him down, and he lets his head fall on the pillow, his phone lying beside him.

He closes his eyes, thinking that maybe he just found the silence you talked about earlier on. 

You just made his world stop.

✹✹✹

The second semester had just started and with it the return of frat parties. You were excited at the prospect of going to one with your new friend Mina. You met her in the library when you both went to grab the same book. You quickly apologized but she waved you off, handing you the book with a huge smile on her face. She was bubbly, like a human serotonin boost, and she started gushing about how much she loved the author. You saw her again in the campus cafeteria, and she skipped towards you as if you've both known each other your entire life. That was the start of your friendship.

You walk into the frat house, both your arms encircling each other. The flashing lights of the party blind you for a moment, and it takes you a while to adjust to the loud music bouncing off of the walls. But you like it, it was like a shield from the outside world and its problems. 

You feel yourself letting loose in the crowd, swaying your hips to the music. Mina spins you around and you laugh, dancing with no care in the world. It was just the both of you in that instant. 

Mina spots Jeongin in the crowd, a friend of hers that she had an immense crush on. You couldn’t blame her- he was very attractive; his easy smirk and his blonde tousled hair earned him lots of appreciative looks from the people around him. But when his eyes locked with Mina’s, you found that his face morphed into a beautiful smile, that made his dimples look on full display, as if it was only reserved for her.

“Go get your man!” You shout in her ears, so she’d be able to hear you. 

“What are you talking about?” She yells back, but you could see the nervous smile on her face.

“He likes you! Go talk to him!”

“I don’t want to leave you alone. We came together!” She clasps your hand in hers and you smile touched by her kind spirit.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll go to the kitchen to get some drinks. Go have fun!”

“You are sure?” She asks, her eyes darting between you and Jeongin, who was still looking at her, and her only. 

“Yes! Go!” You say, gently pushing her away. Mina jogs up to Jeongin who greets her with a side hug. He quickly glances at you and you shoot him a thumbs-up, to which he grins. You loved playing Cupid.

With that, you decide to head to the kitchen to grab a drink. You pick a beer from the fridge, double-checking if the can is closed before opening it. 

You lean on the countertop, sipping on your drink while you watch the crowd, humming along each time a song you knew played. You enjoyed watching people dance freely from afar, with no apparent care in the world.

You feel someone stand next to you and you brace yourself, getting ready to tell the person off if they decide to bother you. You didn’t have the energy for mindless flirting. But then, you smell the cologne that has lingered around you for the past term- Minho. You haven't seen him since your dinner. That was a month ago.

"Fancy seeing you here," he greets as he leans on the counter right next to you, his eyes fixated on the mingling bodies.

You turn around to face him, faking an outraged gasp, "Are you following me?"

"Mmm. You look nice", he compliments and you smile cheekily, "I know."

"Won't tell me I look nice too?" he smirks, leaning closer to your face. "Someone didn’t get enough compliments tonight?" You pout, placing a hand on your heart in mock concern.

"I did, but I want to hear it from you. You’re the only sensible person in this room."

"You look nice. Now leave me alone."

"Come on, I know you can do better than that", he jokes and you roll your eyes, muttering “You’re annoying”, under your breath.

Still, you comply, placing your arms on top of the counter and leaning your head on them to get a better look at him. He does the same, smiling, and you both stare at each other for a while after that.

The strobing lights dance on Minho’s face, casting enticing shadows on him. You've always known he was a beautiful man; you've looked into his eyes far too many times in your heated conversations. But this time was different, there was no cheeky smirk on his face nor a furrow in his eyebrows. He was simply looking at you, and it made a pool of warmth huddle in your belly. You feel yourself relax under his gaze, everything around you seemingly melts away.

You weren’t wrong when you thought that his eyes were like a black hole, pulling you in. But this time, you realize that you didn’t mind knowing what was on the other side. On the contrary, you longed for it. 

"I like your eyes right now. They remind me of the night sky. Black, with tiny little stars littered in them," you finally say.

Minho is taken aback by your words, he wasn't expecting you to compliment him, let alone to tell him something so special. He can feel his cheeks burn red at your words, feel his heart hammering in his chest. He's afraid you can hear it too.

He doesn't know what to say, so instead he clears his throat, plastering a smirk on his face, "I heard better." He hasn't. This is the first genuine compliment he's ever gotten.

"Oh, fuck off," you laugh and he joins you. The music was loud and yet the only sound his ear seemed to pick up was your laugh.

"Are you here alone?" He asks, and you shake your head no, "Came with my friend Mina."

"Did she leave you by yourself?" He frowns and you feel yourself warm up at his worried tone. "I told her to go talk to Jeongin."

"Next time, don’t stay alone."

“Fine, Dad.” You chastise and he stares pointedly at you, "I’m serious, yn."

You take another swing of the beer before turning your body fully towards Minho. After a few beats of silence, you finally ask a question that has been on your mind for a while. "Why do you say my name this way?"

"What way?" He questions and you shrug, "Slowly. People used to always rush it but you don’t."

"Well, it’s a pretty name. It deserves to be pronounced as a whole."

You beam at his words; you smile so brightly it makes his heart skip a beat. This is the first time you’ve grinned this widely at him, no hand in front of your mouth as if to hide it. He did notice how you were a reserved person outside of class, as if you were afraid of taking up too much place. But he could tell you were slowly unraveling, growing bolder with each passing month. He wanted to tell you that if people like you spoke more, the world would be a far better place. 

But he couldn't bring himself to say all of this, so he forced those bubbling words down his throat. "I’m hungry," he whines instead and you laugh at his pout. "I'm kind of craving a greasy pizza."

"Should we go buy it? You can tell Mina to come so we can walk her back."

"I’ll ask her."

You shoot Mina a text, asking her where she was and telling her about your plan. She replies that she’s with Jeongin who just offered to take her home, so you could leave without her.

"We can go." You tell him and he nods. Minho shrugs his leather jacket off, gently placing it on your shoulders. His warmth engulfs you and you sink further into it. His arm hovers around your shoulder not touching you as he leads you out of the party. He has never touched your body, you note, it's like he was everywhere and nowhere at once.

You both walk to an open parlor near the frat house, and you order a Margarita pizza to share. You sit down on a nearby bench to eat it- the night breeze too liberating to pass up on.

As you both finish eating, a cat with white and orange stripes all over her body approaches the both of you cautiously, and you pat her head softly. "Aren't you the cutest thing ever?" you coo and Minho chuckles as he scratches the cat’s chin. She purrs at his touch appreciatively, and you smile at the soft look on his face. 

"Never knew you to be this gentle", you giggle and Minho shushes you, "Let's not do this in front of the cat."

"Why are you acting as if we are a divorced couple and she’s our child."

"Easy, yn. You make it sound as if you want me to marry you."

"Now you're just projecting," you chastise and he laughs, eliciting giggles from you. He had a melodic laugh, you noticed, and you always felt a surge of pride whenever you made him close his eyes and tip his head from laughter. You felt as if it's a sight only you can see.

"I have three cats", he says softly and you gasp, "Really? We spent all of our Sundays in a cat café and this is when you tell me?"

"I only tell my friends."

"So we're friends now?" You gush and he rolls his eyes at you, "I take it back."

"What’s their names?" You ask curiously and his eyes soften at your question- you could easily tell he loved them dearly.

"Soongie, Doongie, and Dori. They are rescues."

"That’s very sweet of you Minho."

"Most of my scars come from them though," he chuckles but you sober up at his words, quietly scratching the cat's ears.

"What’s on your mind?" He asks and you glance at him. It was scary how well he’s starting to know you. But it was also nice; to be known is to exist, after all.

"I just... Sometimes I wish that memories would leave physical scars on you. Because at least then, you could treat them, put a band-aid on, and watch them fade away day by day. Because when the scars are emotional, you can’t treat them, you know? And someday someone brings up a name or a place, or you smell a certain scent, and suddenly they reopen as if no time has gone by at all.”

Minho stays silent for a while, mulling over your words. You don't mind, you weren't expecting him to comfort you. You just needed to free those words from the mental prison you've held them in for so long.

"Do you know Kintsugi?" he finally asks and you shake your head no.

"It's a Japanese art. They put back together broken vases with molten gold. It represents strength despite our flaws."

"That sounds nice," you sigh wistfully and he nods. 

"It is. When you look at that vase, you know that it was once broken, but it doesn't take away from its beauty, on the contrary, it adds to it. Scars, whether they are emotional or physical are there for a reason. They remind us of how we pushed through whatever life threw at us."

"Am I supposed to be grateful I survived this?" You chuckle lowly, as your hand scratches the cat’s ear. Your fingers brush against Minho’s and you hesitate for a few seconds before moving them away.

"I wouldn't say grateful for what you went through," he speaks once again, "but grateful to yourself. At the end of the day, the reason why you're still here is you. You put yourself back together," he then bumps his elbow into your side softly, "and hey, even if your scars reopen there will come a time when they wouldn’t anymore. Sometimes, it takes a while to be okay again."

This was Minho’s way of telling you that someday it wouldn’t hurt anymore. That someday you’d be okay. And you needed to hear that. You needed to hear someone else other than yourself tell you that.

"Thank you, Minho, I needed that", you smile at him and he grins back at you before his smile turns to a smirk. "I charge 15 dollars for the hour by the way."

"Oh, come on! You didn't even say something revolutionary." You are lying. Minho's words will echo in your mind long after this night- a beacon of light to hold onto.

"Oh, so now it’s no longer ‘I needed that’. Tsk," he jokes a smirk still plastered on his face.

"Okay, Mr. Therapist. I’ll pay for your coffee tomorrow, sounds good?"

"I should have you as my client more often," he winks and you laugh, head tipped back. You were grateful more than ever for his teasing, loving how it wasn’t awkward between you after your discussion.

"You are a good listener." You tell him as you stand up, dusting your pants.

"I’m good at everything," he grins cheekily at you and you roll your eyes playfully, "And here I thought we were having a moment."

You both start walking side by side toward your home when Minho speaks again. His tone is quiet as if he wasn’t sure he wanted you to hear him. "About earlier, your compliment, I mean. I suppose I didn't thank you. So, thank you," he scratches the tip of his ears and you shrug nonchalantly. "It's the truth. You might get on my ass but that doesn't change the fact you are a pretty man."

He doesn’t respond and you tug at the sleeve of his shirt playfully, "You won't tell me I’m pretty too?"

"But then I’d be lying."

"Asshole."

"Pretty," he replies without missing a beat.

You laugh loudly, hand tightly clutching your stomach and he joins you. There is a newfound lightness in your steps now. Unbeknownst to him, Minho just managed to lift a small weight off your shoulders, allowing you a brief moment of respite.

"This is me," you say when you arrive in front of your apartment block, "Thank you for walking me home."

"Of course. Don't dream of me."

"Idiot," you laugh waving him off and he does the same. "Oh, and text me when you get home safely!" you shout before heading inside.

For the second time this night, Minho is blushing profusely at your words. He sighs to himself, waiting patiently until a light turns on in your place to leave.

✹✹✹

It’s been two months since the start of the new term. You still went to Limbo, every Saturday with Minho- even when you didn’t need to study. 

Sometimes you’d just grab a book and you’d both read, a cat lazily lounging at your feet. You started sitting at the same table too; you figured it was easier since one of you always pays for the other. When you have a bet, but also randomly, when you notice that the other person is feeling down and you want to cheer them up without saying anything.

That's why you bought three bubble teas for Minho in a row. He was quieter these days, you noticed. He didn’t talk to you nor did he retort back in class. It was the first time you’ve seen him this way. As if he was a simple shell of the person he usually is. 

You were walking out of your Communications Strategies class, which Minho weirdly didn’t come to when you realized that it was pouring rain. You smile lightly to yourself, grateful since you thought about picking up an umbrella this morning. 

As you walk through campus, everyone around you running to take shelter, you spot someone sitting on a bench, completely drenched from the rain. Their head is hung low and you frown to yourself. They would surely get a cold if they stay there.

But then the person raises their head and you quickly realize it's Minho. You jog up to him instinctively, standing in front of him and shielding him from the rain with your umbrella.

He looks up at you and you feel your heart clench. His eyes are void of emotion and he stares blankly at you. "Are you okay?" you ask and he blinks at your words, as if his brain hadn't yet registered that you were there.

"Yeah."

"You don't look like it", you tilt your head to the side and he looks down again. You have to strain to hear his next words, muffled by the rain and his mumbling, "I don't want to talk, yn."

You decide to put away your umbrella and sit down next to him on the bench. The rain falls rapidly on both of you, and you feel yourself grow cold from it. 

"What are you doing?" He questions, turning to the side to look at you.

"Enjoying the rain. It is kind of stupid that we have umbrellas, right?"

"You'll catch a cold."

"I mean we always complain about the drought and then when it rains, we hide from it. But it's really beautiful."          

"Stop, I don't want you to get sick."

"Well, neither do I. Let's go eat some soup. My treat."

"Yn, I don’t-"

"I thought you were smart enough to know I won't take no for an answer."

"But I-" you cut him off again. "Also, I’m doing this for me because when you order for two, they give you a lot of side dishes. Now come on."

You stand up and he looks doubtfully at you, before following suit. You open up the umbrella again and hold it over both of your heads. He has to huddle close to you, and your shoulders brush against each other. Once, twice. Not that you're keeping count. But your body is always hyper-aware of Minho’s proximity. You also notice how he silently moves from your right to your left, this way he's the one walking right next to the speeding cars. Your hold on the umbrella tightens. You were still not used to those small attentions of his. 

You arrive in front of your apartment block and he hesitates. "Come up, I won't murder you I promise." You joke and he smiles lightly back at your words. Progress.

He enters your dorm and you can see him eying his surroundings. You know that if it was another time, he would have teased you about something- anything. But he stays quiet, and you find yourself missing the sound of his voice.

"Would you like to shower?" You offer and he nods, "Please."

You lead him to your bathroom and show him where the washing machine is. "Put your clothes in there for a quick wash and dry. You can shower meanwhile."

He nods again as you hand him a towel. "I'll be outside."

You quickly leave the bathroom to place the soup orders, and Minho discards his wet clothes, walking into your shower. The water is piping hot, and he leans his forehead on the cold tiles. He doesn’t move for the first ten minutes, too tired at the prospect of lifting his limbs.

Nothing particular happened. But he’d go through days when he’d quiet down because everything around him was too much. The feel of his clothes against his skin, and the sun streaming through his curtains. But it always passes. Minho was a realistic man and he knew that his emotions would regulate themselves. That’s why he didn’t like appearing vulnerable in front of other people.

But for some reason, he didn’t mind lowering his guard with you. He knew you wouldn’t judge.

He sighs, grabbing your cherry-scented shampoo and pouring it into his hands. He can clearly smell you now. The scent of your hair that always tickles his nose, whenever you are sitting close to him. Your body wash is next and he wonders if this is how your skin smells, like vanilla and jasmine, and something entirely you. 

Forty minutes later, Minho finally steps out of the shower. His clothes are clean and he quickly puts them on. He dries his hair with the towel as he walks out of your bathroom towards the living room. 

He finds you sitting on the ground, in front of a heater that looks close to giving up. He makes a mental note of giving you the one he has since he doesn't really use it. You changed out of your clothes too, and you are now wearing a pair of pajamas with little bunnies sewn into it. The sight almost manages to make him smile. 

"Still cold?" you question when you notice him standing behind you, unmoving, and he shakes his head no.

"Good, the soup is here." You say cheerfully, pointing at the steaming bowls sitting on your table. Minho hums in reply and you stand up, grabbing the towel from his hands to place it on the drying rack.

You come back, a soft green blanket in your hands. You sit on the couch and pat the spot beside you. Minho sits next to you, and you lay the blanket on both of your laps, before handing him his soup.

You start the show you’ve been last watching, as you both eat in silence, your legs crisscrossed. You make some comments throughout the episodes. You figured that it was a safe territory, to talk about something as mundane as this. He didn't reply but you didn't mind. You weren't here to have a conversation with him. You just wanted to distract him.

You realize at that moment that Minho always looked so put together to you. But he had problems of his own too. That much was obvious. It made you feel closer to him, in a sense. You were both just trying to make it through the day.

Two hours later, you get up to grab a book, handing Minho the remote to put on a show of his own. You curl in a ball in the corner, reading where you left off last night.

"Can you... Can you read out loud?" Minho speaks for the first time in a while and you look at him. His eyes are closed, his head resting against your couch.

"Sure."

You start to read, and Minho further sinks into the couch. He feels at home here. Because the blanket is soft and the light is dim enough to not hurt his eyes. Or it could be that he smells like you, a scent so comforting he wants to bury himself in it. Or maybe it's your voice that floats through the air, slowly clouding Minho’s every sense. He feels as if he could see the words you were pronouncing dancing in front of his eyes. You enunciated each syllable clearly, making sure that no sound was forgotten.

As Minho gently drifted to sleep, he felt as if he was part of the words you read out loud. He felt as if you were treating him with the same care, making sure that he knew he wasn't invisible. At least not to you.

When you wake up the next morning, Minho is gone. And his place beside you on the couch is empty. He made you breakfast, scrambled eggs, and freshly pressed orange juice. And right next to it you find a note, "Thank you for reading to me."

✹✹✹

Minho didn't believe in having a lot of friends. He was content with the two people he had, Chan and Changbin. The latter was his high school friend, he skipped a year and ended up being in the same class as Minho. They didn't talk at first until the day Changbin dropped a book on Minho's foot. The brooding man started apologizing profusely, and that was the start of their friendship. They've kept in touch since.

Chan was his roommate at university. It's not that he particularly wanted to befriend him, but Chan was a social butterfly and he quickly managed to pull Minho into his friendly trap. He annoys Minho the most, but in an endearing way. And although Chan is older, Minho still strangely developed a soft spot for him. 

And he supposes he has you too now. At first, you weren’t friends, rivals at most. He enjoyed reeling you up and having you frown at his words in your heated debates. He also liked talking to you, because your ideas were interesting and you always gave him a new fresh perceptive to see things.

That’s how he strictly saw you as, an intelligent human who he liked to debate with.

But then he started to look forward to meeting up with you at Limbo. He no longer minded the fact that you took his self-assigned table, from his high school days. And he laughed more freely with you, enjoying how you always had a witty retort sitting at the tip of your tongue. 

That’s how he started to notice things that friends most definitely notice. How you have a charm bracelet you always fidget with whenever you are nervous. How you stray away from physical touch. How you scratch your eyebrow when you are deep in thought.

But also, how you seem to have an obsession with cherries. Your cherry pendant, your cherry-scented shampoo, and your cherry-tainted lips. A friend would most certainly think that your lips are like red wine-stained glass.

He remembers one of the many times when you were at Limbo, and he saw you reapply your lip tint, or so you called it. You caught him looking and he swiftly averted his gaze, but it wasn't quick enough. Suddenly you were in front of him, a tiny red bottle in hand.

"Let me apply it to you," you smiled and he pushed your head away with his pointer finger. "No."

"Please," you pouted and he couldn't help but find you adorable. You sometimes reminded him of a small kitten. But he didn’t dare to call you by that nickname. 

"Never."

"If I score more than you in our environmental assignment then I will do it."

"Fine." he huffed so that you'd leave him alone.

Minho didn't study for that assignment. He blamed it on a headache, not that it's ever stopped him before. And two weeks later you were in front of him, eyebrows scrunched in concentration. You applied the lip tint gently on his plump lips, carefully tracing over his cupid bow. 

Your face was mere inches away from his and he noticed how you were wearing a gloss today, for change. It was shimmering under the lights and he usually didn't like glittery things, but he couldn't take his eyes off your lips. 

"All done!" you clapped excitedly, snapping him out of his haze. You then shove your phone camera into his face so he'd look at the results.

"You should be a model. Your face is perfectly sculpted," you comment nonchalantly, before sitting back in your seat. 

“I know.” He replies confidently, but his hand kept fiddling with the tip of his now pink ears. He couldn't concentrate for the rest of the night.

You were his friend because he always worried if you were eating enough. That’s why he urged you to grab a bite in the convenience store near Limbo, whenever you finished up your studying late.

This was one of the many times you sat on the minuscule table outside, hot ramen bowls in front of the both of you. Minho huffed in annoyance between each bite, his bangs were getting longer, disturbing him when he leaned down to slurp his noodles. 

“Here,” you stand up from your place, a hair tie in your hands. 

“What are you doing?” He questions as you stand behind him. You don’t reply, silently grabbing his hair and putting it up in a tiny ponytail, this way it wouldn’t get in his eyes anymore.

“Voila,” you sit back down, resuming your eating. Minho was grateful for the dimly lit street because his entire face was burning up. Your fingers in his hair were gentle and he wondered how it would feel if you ran your fingers through it. 

This was something friends think about, right? 

"I’ll cut my hair tomorrow," he clears his throat. He didn't know why he told you. You certainly weren't interested in his hair endeavors.

"What?!" you yell, "Don't. Your hair is beautiful why would you cut it?"

"Because it's getting longer."

"But it suits you."

Minho also noticed how you always threw compliments his way. Not in a flirtatious way, but in a genuine one. He couldn't help but wonder what made you this way. Did you so freely give love to others because you knew how it felt to not receive it?

"I’ll still cut it."

Minho returned home; his hair still clipped back in a ponytail. Chan eyed him weirdly but he shut him off with a glare. The elastic remained at his bedside since.

He didn't cut his hair.

The moment Minho started to consider you a close friend, was when you invited him over to watch your show. You didn’t force him to open up that night, and he appreciated it, more than he let on.

That's how a week later, he finds himself walking towards your dorm again. The thoughts in his head got too much, and Chan was immersed in his makeshift studio, which meant he won't be free for the next four hours, minimum.

He didn't plan on going to you. It was late at night and you were probably asleep, but his feet naturally led him to the direction of your place.

He knocks softly on your door. He wasn't even sure if he wanted you to open. What would you think of him showing up at eleven pm? He should have thought this thro-

"Minho?" you call out, and he startles a bit, his feet already inching away from the door.

"This was a bad idea, I'm sorry," he starts to retract back but you grab the hem of his jacket to stop him. "Do you... Do you want to watch my show with me?" you ask, a soft smile on your face and he nods tentatively.

"Okay, come in," you open the door wider and Minho follows you inside. The look in his eyes reminds you of the day you found him sitting under the rain. You didn't like it, you wanted him to find his spark back, his usual demeanor. He wasn't deserving of anything but happiness.

"I’ve started a new show, this one's a bit more romantic, so don't go around imagining me as the main character," you tease and he scoffs at your words, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He doesn't reply, but you don't mind. There was this secret agreement between the two of you, you would talk and he would listen. He needed the distraction, and you needed the company. Sometimes the line between alone and lonely blurs, and on days like these, Minho’s presence fills the void inside.

You comment on the scenes and Minho hums in reply, you watch three episodes in a row, and your eyes are getting drowsy, so you close them.

"Minho," you call out gently and he turns his head towards you.

"Yeah?"

"What color are you feeling tonight?" You ask, referencing to what he told you on your dinner celebration. That felt like an eternity ago.

"Black." You stay silent and Minho fidgets with his hands before speaking once again. "I feel a lot at the same time, too much of every color. That's why- that's why I said black."

"How can I help you feel yellow?"

"You already do." His admission came softly and it made your breath hitch in your throat. You wanted to open your eyes and look at him, but you figured it will only make him close off even more.

“Okay. Will you stay for breakfast?”, you whisper. You were very sleepy, the soft chatter of the TV and your hushed conversation were like a lullaby to you. 

"You want me to?" he asks, and he sounds so vulnerable you can't find it in you to say anything but the truth.

"I do," you admit, and that's the last thing you remember before sleeping.

Your head falls near Minho’s lap on the couch, your hair tickling his exposed thigh. Minho shouldn’t feel this way, he thinks. He’s sitting on the leather couch and his feet are touching the cold floor and yet all he can feel is three strands of your hair tickling him.

He glances at you, at your now parted lips and your relaxed eyebrows. His hand hovers over your hair, but then he curls it into a tight fist. What is he doing? He thinks to himself as he drags an angry hand through his face. He sighs, before standing up and grabbing the blanket you had on the opposing chair. He gently lays it on your body before sitting next to you once again. 

You told him to stay for breakfast. He’ll stay.

✹✹✹

2 months later

"Yn!" Minho shouts in your ear as he plops down next to you. You startle, dropping the book you were reading. 

"I hate you," you grumble, picking up your book and he smiles cheekily at you, "No you don't."

You were laying on the grass of your campus garden, in between two classes, trying to kill the time. It was April so the weather was perfect for lying under the warm sunrays. You loved spring, it always held within it the promise of a better time. 

"What are you doing?"

"I was reading before you got here and started to annoy me." 

"Don't mind me. Do your thing." 

"And what are you doing?"

"Enjoying the sun."

"You couldn't find any other place to do so?"

"Nope."

"You're annoying" You try to sound mad but the smile on your face betrays you. You started looking forward to any moment Minho randomly shows up throughout your day. Sometimes it's late at night when he's suddenly craving sushi and he drags you with him because if he's not studying then you shouldn't be too. 

Sometimes it's during the day, when he takes you to a new garden where he found the quote "cutest cats in existence". Not as cute as his cats, of course. 

Sometimes it's late afternoon when he just knocks on your door, and he's there with Chan-his roommate who sometimes joins your study sessions- snacks in their hands. You've learned that what Minho doesn't say in words, he compensates by spending time with you. And you didn't tell him but waiting for these moments has been the joy of your life for the past few weeks.

It made you feel excited- like a child waiting up for Christmas morning to discover what gifts they are receiving. 

So, you resume reading, as Minho is lying next to you. You could smell his pinewood cologne and you wished you could pour his essence into a bottle and carry it with you everywhere. 

You notice how the sun is hitting Minho’s eyes directly, and how his eyebrows are scrunched up at the aggression. So, you grab your book with your left hand, and hover your right one over his eyes, shielding him from the sun. Minho's breath tickles your hand and you can feel goosebumps rising through your skin. 

It's as if every physical proximity with Minho made you feel hyperaware of every part of your body, and how he can lighten it with a simple breath from his part. It made you wonder what it would feel to have his hands on your skin.

As if Minho heard your thoughts, he gently wraps his thumb and index finger around your wrist, steadying your hand in place so it wouldn't strain your arm. You suddenly don't know what page you are in, too overwhelmed by the feeling of his hands on you. 

His touch is very featherlight and you are afraid to move, to break the bubble you are suddenly pulled into. 

"Read to me," he tells you and you gulp. You never understood why Minho enjoyed it when you read to him. 

"Like my voice that much?" you tease, in an attempt to hide how affected you are. You were so close to him; it would be easy to slide down and lay your head on his chest. You wondered how his heartbeat would sound. Was it steady, or racing just like your own? 

"Yeah, it's calming," he replies sincerely, catching you off guard. You didn't expect him to compliment you, and now you are racking your brain for a retort, anything to make you breathe again. 

"Growing soft on me Minho?" you say, the same question you asked on your first dinner out. The first time you truly saw him, the first time you felt as if you were two pieces of the same puzzle, just waiting for someone to connect the both of you. 

He doesn't reply. And you sit there, patiently waiting. His first answer came so easily, so naturally, because he was being sarcastic, "I’m basically in love with you", he told you back then. So why can't he say it again?

"Yes, I am." He finally replies and you feel your breath catch in your throat. You try to account it for your brain misguiding you. It wasn't Minho speaking, it was the rustling of the leaves and the singing of the birds that you just heard. But it was him, and now his eyes are open and he's looking at you. Your hand is still shielding his eyes and his fingers are still wrapped around your wrist. And you are suddenly feeling. You are feeling too much. You don't know what to do with those feelings cursing through your veins and you can't face them. Because they are scaring you.

"I'll just... Yeah, I’ll just read," you say quietly, too flustered by his intense gaze. You were already on the other side, you realize. His eyes pulled you in and you were stuck in there, swimming in a pool of honey. 

"Out loud," he says and you chuckle, "Fine, Min." The nickname slips out of your tongue naturally and you quickly snap your head towards Minho to see if he noticed. 

His eyes are closed, and there is a slight smile on his face, and you can swear that he just repeated the nickname to himself softly. 

✹✹✹

You've been so sick these past days, you barely managed to go to class. Your head throbbed with pain and your entire body felt as if someone thoroughly boxed it. 

You were grateful that Minho reeled down his teasing because you had no energy to retort back. He may have noticed how sick you felt and truthfully it would be hard not to. You stayed silent throughout the day, and you looked so pale, you avoided looking at the mirror altogether.

Though Minho didn't talk to you, he still silently placed water bottles and some of your favorite snacks on your desk. You'd down the water, grateful for the relief it brought your sore throat. And when you didn't touch the food, he'd immediately text you 'Eat up', followed by a simple 'Please'. Having someone else care for your well-being felt weird, but it warmed your heart beyond what words could describe. 

You only came today to pass your Criminal Law mid-term, but your head hurt so badly that you weren't even sure what you wrote on your paper. The words blurred in front of your eyes and you almost slept in the middle of your exam, exhaustion threatening to take over your body. 

You fucked up, badly. You haven't screwed up this much in years.

You thought that you were slowly getting better since Minho surpassing you no longer sparked an unworthy feeling within you. But apparently, you were wrong to believe so. Self-doubt crept up within you once again, and the ugly feelings it stirred slowly clawed at your throat, making it hard for you to breathe.

It was one test, and yet it reeled you back ages ago. 

Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes as you hurriedly walk out of your class. You make a beeline for the library, figuring that it will be mostly empty by now. 

You pull out a chair and sit on it, lowering your head down so no one will see you. Your tears are falling rapidly and you hit your thigh repeatedly.  You hated how weak you felt in that instant. 

"Yn?", someone calls out and you curse internally. You don't have to look up to see who it is, Minho's voice has become a part of you- you could easily recognize it between a thousand mingling sounds. 

You don't want him to see you, especially not like this, weak and vulnerable and on the verge of breaking down. So you quickly slip a pair of sunglasses on your eyes, before raising your head to look at him. "Hm?"

"Are you okay?" he asks, his tone so soft it makes you want to cry ten times fold. You hated it, hated how attentive he was to you. You didn't deserve it. 

"Yeah, yeah. I'm just here to pick a book," you lie, abruptly standing up and heading toward the rows behind you. You desperately needed to get away from him. 

You pause in front of a random shelf and then you feel Minho standing behind you. You grab a random book and he peeks above your shoulder to see it, "Economics? You hate this subject."

"Why are you following me?" you turn around attempting your best to sound mad. When in reality, your heart was brimming with hurt. You wished you could get away from your body and seep into someone's soul to feel what it's like to love yourself.

"You aren't okay," he asserts and you hate it. You hate that he sounds so sure of himself. Was it that noticeable? Were you not fooling anyone?

"I am," your voice is shaking but you are adamant about contradicting him. You couldn't let him see you. What if he runs?

"Then..." he steps forward and you take a step back until your back is against the shelf. His left arm cages your body, but his right one stays by his side. He is leaving you an opening, you realize, an outing in case you feel uncomfortable. Against all odds, you don't.

 "Why are you hiding from me?" he asks, gently taking your sunglasses off your face, and placing them on the top of your head.

You don't look up at him, and he hooks his finger underneath your chin, gently raising your head. When your tear-stained eyes meet his, he frowns deeply, "Why are you crying?"

"it's nothing."

"Yn..."

"I fucked up, okay?! That was the worst test I’ve ever given in years." The tears start to flow at your words and you wipe them away aggressively. You despised crying in front of people. 

Minho raises his hand to wipe the tears away for you but he quickly retracts it- you probably wouldn't want him to touch your face. It was enough that he had grabbed your wrist a couple of weeks before this. He quickly racks his brain for something to do, because the sight of your tears is making his heart ache in a way he hasn't felt before. It's as if he's feeling your emotions deep within him.

In desperation, Minho pinches your arm and you yelp, startled. "What was that for?" you whisper-shout and he raises his hands in defense, "I didn't know what else to do."

"So, you thought about pinching me?" you chuckle in bewilderment and he scratches the top of his hair sheepishly. 

"I mean, it worked. Look, you stopped crying," he points out raising his brows at you proudly and you shake your head at him.

"Remind me to never cry in front of you again." 

Minho grins at you before his face turns serious once again. "Look, you are the smartest person I know," he pauses, adding with a cheeky smirk, "After me of course." Which makes you giggle against your will. 

"Shut up", you lightly punch his chest and he smiles. "One test doesn't define you. You always work very hard. I wouldn't lie to you."

"Mm," you hum and he frowns at your lack of enthusiasm, but still, he doesn't comment. 

"No more crying," he wiggles his finger in front of your face and you roll your eyes, wiping the rest of your tears away. "Fine. Pretend as if this never happened."

"What are you talking about?" he asks as if confused, and you can't help the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. It's as if Minho knows exactly what to say to cheer you up. 

"Come with me," he tells you, gently pulling you by the sleeve of your hoodie. 

"Where to?"

"I’m craving ice cream."

"And why do you need me?"

"You're craving ice cream too," he says in a matter-of-a-fact tone. 

"Only if you're paying," you add with a giggle and he whines loudly, "I feel so so used around you." 

True to his words, Minho takes you to the nearest ice cream parlor. It's a 20 minutes walk away and you are grateful for the distance because it helps you clear your head a bit.

Minho lets you pick whatever flavors you want, and when you hesitate between two of them, he tells the cashier to put them both into your cup. This is how you end up with a container of 5 scoops of ice cream. You insisted you'd share, and Minho begrudgingly agreed when you threatened to walk out and leave him.

You then walk to a deserted alley and sit on the sidewalk. You didn't want to be around people right now, and thankfully, Minho understood without you having to say a word.  

You munch silently on your ice cream and Minho does the same, the both of you lost in your thoughts. You naturally take turns holding the freezing container, so it wouldn't numb the fingers of one of you.

When you're done, Minho stands up to throw it away in a nearby trashcan before sitting back again next to you. 

Suddenly you feel him gently tapping your hand. You look down to find that you've curled your fingers into a tight fist, so much that there are crescent indents visible on your palm now. 

"Let's play thumb war," he tells you and you giggle at his words. You never knew what to expect from him. 

Still, as your fingers hold each other, and your thumb circles one another, you feel yourself calm down slightly. You play a couple of rounds, and you know he's going easy on you, allowing you to quickly trap his thumb down. 

No one has gone to such lengths to cheer you up, and you suddenly feel so grateful for Minho’s presence in your life. You didn't care in what shape he was in, you just needed him to be in it. Which in turn makes you think how bad it'd hurt if he ever leaves. 

You don't want Minho to leave. You've gotten so attached to him that the thought of not talking to him again makes your heart race in panic. 

Minho notices the change in your expression, suddenly melancholic once again. Your hand has gone limp in his, the thumb war long forgotten by you. 

He curses under his breath, before looking at you. "If I dance for you, will you quit being so sad?"

"Dance for me?" you repeat incredulously and he nods, "Yes. I’ll show you an upcoming choreography just... Please smile?" 

"Okay," you giggle, plastering a wide grin on your face. 

"Not like that you look scary."

"Get to dancing!" you clap excitedly and he rolls his eyes, standing up and looking through his phone for a particular music. 

"Oh and no comment!" he looks pointedly at you, and you nod, pretending to zip your mouth and throwing away the key. 

'Finesse' by Bruno Mars starts playing and you are left mesmerized by the way Minho dances. It's short but it leaves you yearning to see more. His body moves smoothly, hitting each beat effortlessly. He made it look as if dancing was second nature to him, that it came as easily to him as breathing. 

You were speechless, rightfully so. You wished you could build a world where all Minho did was dance. 

"That was-" you start when he stops the music but he cuts you off instantly, "I said no comment."

"But--" Minho places his finger on your mouth to silence you, seemingly not thinking too much of it. But the feel of his finger on your lips makes you dizzy. Minho quickly takes off his hand, a blush evidently creeping up his neck. 

"Let's just go home," he sighs in defeat and you laugh despite the intense feelings cursing through you.

You don't know if you are imagining it but you swear that your pinkies brush against each other on your walk back. As if there was this magnetic force pulling them together. You wondered what would happen if you just linked your pinky with his. Would he grab you by the hand or will he let go of you entirely?

You were too much of a coward to find out. You were scared of messing up anything with him. So, you'd settle for this. Stolen glances and random outings. You just need him in your life. 

"Thank you for today," you tell Minho once you arrive and he shrugs, as what he did wasn't a big deal.

"No, I mean it. Thank you," you repeat, trying your best to convey how sincere you were being. You take in a deep breath, before grabbing his hand and squeezing it, for a fleeting second, before dropping it again. 

Minho is sure that your hand will now be imprinted into his, that the lines tracing over your palm will merge with his as one. Your touch was barely there but it had electrocuted him. He wondered to himself if his body would be able to handle more from you. But he'd gladly burn in your fires for the sake of holding you. And he'd wait, unwaveringly, as time stretches alongside the two of you. He'd wait as long as it takes for you. 

"Yn, I..." he stammers, taking a step closer to you. His scent engulfs you and you shamefully close your eyes, inhaling it. When you open them again, you find Minho glancing down at your lips. You gulp, dazzled by his proximity. 

"You have a mole on your nose," you suddenly speak up and his eyes snap back to yours, an adorable confusion drawn on his features. 

"I like that mole," you continue and you wish you could dig yourself a hole and bury yourself in it. 

"Thank you," he chuckles and you nod vigorously, "You're welcome." 

"Can I ask you something?" he says and your breath hitches in your throat. "Sure."

"You don't like it when people touch you, right?" 

"Yeah."

"Can I ask why?" 

You want to confide in him, to tell him that it’s because you long for it, you crave it so badly. That this need has woven itself into the very fabric of your being. An ache so raw that it scares you at times. You’ve never known what it feels like to be held- it was uncharted territory to you. 

"Isn't everyone scared of the unknown?" you settle on saying, and he nods in understanding. Of course, he understood. No one knows you as well as him. 

"It's okay. I just wanted to know if I ever overstepped my boundaries."

"You didn't," you reply instantly. 

"Good. You'll tell me if I ever do, right?"

"I will." 

"Okay." 

"Um. I'll get going," you point behind you and Minho smiles at you, waving you off.

You walk for a few steps before coming back again quickly. You then grab Minho’s hand, gently squeezing it like before, "You are an amazing dancer." 

And then you drop it, running back towards your apartment block without waiting for a reply. 

Minho stays frozen in his place. You think he's an amazing dancer. And you held his hand for five seconds. 

That's four seconds more than the first time. 

Progress.        

✹✹✹

You haven't gotten out of your house for the past three days. 

Everything crashed around you rapidly, it made you realize that the ground you once stood on was only an illusion, elusive and fleeting. 

You were doing well; you were getting better. But then Monday came and you went out for a walk in the park near you. As you sat there, you saw a little girl playing on the swings, delightful joy dancing across her features. But then she fell to the ground and you instinctively stood up to help her, only to notice her mother running to her. 

The world stilled around you as you clearly saw it- how the little girl clung to her mother's embrace, her embodiment of hope and love. You never had that. You don’t even know what perfume your mother used because she never allowed you to get that close to her. 

You stood up abruptly, quickly heading back to your apartment block. As you ran up the stairs, you ended up bumping into one of your neighbors. You were quick to apologize but they ignored you, and the feeling of being invisible came back to haunt you ten times fold. 

You knew you shouldn’t have done it, you knew you should have deleted your mother’s number when she sent you away to university without a backward glance, relieved at the thought of you getting a full-ride scholarship and not needing her anymore. But you didn’t, you kept her number in the hopes that she’d call. On your birthday, on holidays, on a random Thursday to tell you that she did remember who you are. 

With trembling hands, tears welling in your eyes, you dialed your mother’s number for the first time in a year. You didn’t know what you were expecting. Maybe she regrets it. Maybe she misses you. Maybe she didn’t find the courage to mend her wrongdoings and that's why she never called. 

"Hello?" her voice rang through your apartment. Goosebumps erupted on your arms and your hold on the phone tightened. Her voice took you back to memories you thought you had buried. How you spent countless nights yearning to hear the sound of her voice, how you regretted it once she spoke to attack you.

You hate her. You miss her. You want to hang up. You need to ask if she's doing okay. 

“Who is this?” Her voice was devoid of recognition, freezing you in your tracks. You felt as if a bucket of ice was thrown over your head, dousing the flame of hope that flickered in your heart. 

She deleted your number.

You quickly hung up, placing your phone down on the table. The tears refused to fall. It was as if your body had long anticipated this outcome, leaving only your wounded soul to bear the pain. 

Healing isn't linear, you've read about it in books and heard it in shows and movies. One step back doesn't mean that your entire progress is gone. You know this, you've memorized those sentences. So why do you not believe them? Why does it feel as if you can never be free from the past? Why does it feel as if you’ll always seek something out of her? 

Those questions roamed your mind for the past three days, making you too tired at the prospect of lifting your limbs, let alone leaving your apartment. You sent your two friends a text, telling them that you're sick so they wouldn't worry. Not that you believed they would. Nothing made sense to you anymore.

You laid on your bed in utter silence- a tense quiet that was disrupted on the third day by someone knocking on your door. You didn't know who was there; you just hoped that they'd leave you alone.

To your surprise, you open the door to find Minho, some notes in his right hand and a coffee in his left. He sends an easy smile your way. You don't smile back.

"What do you want?" your voice is cold, but Minho doesn't bristle. A cheeky smile settles on his lips as he leans on your doorway.

"You didn't come to class for the past three days, so I brought you the notes. So, you wouldn't think our competition is unfair."

"Competition," you chuckle coldly, heading inside your apartment, and he follows suit. You start to pace around furiously, and Minho looks at you worriedly. "Competition?" you repeat, the word dripping off your tongue like venom. You turn around, marching towards Minho and standing a few inches from him. "You know what? Fuck you and your competition!"

"Yn-"

"Did it ever occur to you that I never wanted a part in this competition? That all I wanted was to be left alone?" you say, growing louder as you jab your finger into his chest repeatedly. "I never wanted any of this! Do you understand? I never wanted to be this way," you shout angrily in his face.

The worried look in Minho’s eyes snaps you out of your haze. You realize that you are being utterly ridiculous lashing out at Minho, when the one person you are mad at is yourself. 

Your anger quickly deflates, leaving in its trail an agonizing sadness. It's so sudden that it knocks the breath out of you, and you clutch your chest as if it could soothe the burn in your heart. Suddenly you are twelve years old again, crying in your room because you feel like no one has ever loved you.

But this time you aren't alone. Minho is in front of you, and his eyebrows are so furrowed you want to lean forward to ease the tension between them. His eyebrows, you liked his eyebrows, they were arched, and they framed his eyes nicely, and his eyes are brown and so big, and they always look at you softly and why is it getting so hard to breathe-

"Did I do something to you? Whatever it is I’m sorry," Minho panics, cutting off your frantic train of thought. But now, the weight of guilt adds to your overwhelming emotions. You shouldn't have lashed out at him, he brought you coffee and you yelled at him. Maybe your mom was right after all.

You shake your head left and right furiously, your words coming out in hiccups. Since when did you start crying? "It isn't- it isn't you."

"Then let me help you-", he steps forward, hand outstretched, but you take three hurried steps back and wrap your hands around yourself protectively. "Don’t. Please, don't."

"Why are you pushing me away?" his tone isn't accusatory. You've learned time and time again that Minho wouldn't do anything that made you feel uncomfortable.

"You won't understand."

"Then make me."

"Because I’m afraid!" the words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them. "I’m afraid if you ever hug me, I wouldn't be able to go back to hugging myself. I'd need you and I can't afford to need someone else."

You regret the words as soon as they fleet away from your mouth. He would look at you differently, he would find you pathetic and then he’d leave. And you wanted him to leave. But you also wanted him to stay. It was all so confusing. 

You felt as if your being was torn between two great forces, each one of them trying to win the war raging inside you. You wished someone else would make the decisions in your place, for once.

Minho places the coffee and notes on the ground before approaching you, his palms facing up in a gesture of surrender. "I won't leave you," he says softly. "I’ll be by your side for as long as you'll have me."

"Minho..." your voice catches in your throat as you utter his name- like a broken prayer. He stands before you, his eyes shimmering like the reflection of a river on a sunny day.

"Please, let me make it better." 

You nod tentatively and Minho comes even closer to you. He was treating you like one would with a wounded animal, giving you a chance to ultimately back out. But for once, you listen to what your heart has been yearning for. Your bones are aching to be held, to feel the warmth of a body against your own, to feel safe and secure. 

Minho embraces you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and bringing you to him. You slowly bring your arms up and lace them around his waist. You are afraid, deathly afraid. His grip is loose, and you almost can't feel him around you, but when you lay your head on his chest, he tightens his hold on you and you instinctively let out a sob. 

He's hugging adult you, the woman whose heart was once again broken by her mom. But he's also hugging little you, the girl who was craving affection from everyone around her. In that instant, Minho is hugging every single version of you that ever needed a hug. 

You were right to be scared because you don't want to let go, you want to stay in his arms because they feel safe, like a shield protecting you. You can't go back to not hugging Minho. 

The sensation is overwhelming and your knees buckle underneath you. But instead of holding you up, Minho falls to the ground with you, as if you are two inseparable pieces of one puzzle. He isn’t here to fix you, he’s here to break down with you and help you pick up the scattered pieces.

You think back to that night in the park when Minho told you about Japanese vases. At this moment, it dawns on you that Minho has found a way to become a part of you. He was the molten gold binding your broken parts together. He was the invisible thread stitching your wounds back together.

Who were you fooling? It was him; it was him all along. 

Minho rocks you gently as you cry and cry and cry. His hand finds your hair and he plays with it as you sob. He tells you you'll be okay, you'll feel better and you try to believe him, his words wrap around your bruises like a healing balm. 

"There, there, love. You are okay", he murmurs, tenderly patting your head. A fresh set of tears wells up in your eyes. Love.

"I’m sorry. I'm so sorry," you apologize as you pull away from his embrace. 

"Why are you apologizing? Is it because you wet my shirt? I don't mind," he reassures you with a smile and you shake your head. 

 "I was mean to you and you didn’t deserve it," you explain through hiccups.

"It's okay, you weren't mad at me, were you?" he asks, wiping your tears away so gently with his thumbs, careful not to irritate the sensitive skin.

"No. Still, it isn't okay and I’m sorry. I'm so sorry." 

"Shh, don't apologize. It's okay." you look at him doubtfully and he rolls his eyes playfully, "Here I’ll even do your silly pinky promise, okay?" he laces his pinky with yours, but then he suddenly leans forward and places a chaste kiss on your thumb pad. "There, sealed forever."

You giggle faintly as a blush dusts your cheeks, "That's not how it works."

"I know."

Your giggle was far different from the ones Minho was accustomed to. It was small, and it didn't brighten up your face like usual. But he was grateful for it nonetheless. He realized how much he missed your laugh, and how all the other sounds in the world pale in comparison to it.

In that moment Minho thinks to himself that he'd do anything to make you smile again. He'd make a fool out of himself if it meant making you happy. He'd settle for a simple tug at the corners of your mouth, anything but the sadness that seemed etched in your face, as if it was blended into the colors that drew you.

You tentatively move around, before laying your head on his lap. Minho's hand instinctively finds your hair and he starts to gently play with it. It feels as if you've done this a million times before, when in fact it was the first. 

There was something wildly intimate about laying on the floor with the man who just comforted you. It made you want to spill all your secrets to him, one by one, and have him hug you through them.

"Did you mean it? When you said you'll stay?" you felt so vulnerable in his hold, as if he could twist you whoever he liked. But you trusted him. You trusted yourself with Minho.

"I did. Your walls are always up. It's hard to peek behind them. But I don't want to tear them down. I want you to slowly unbuild them. I want you to do it for yourself."

To do it for yourself, it's hard to even know who you are anymore. 

"I want to tell you."

"You don't need to."

"I know, but I want to."

"Okay. Take your time, kitten." he pats your head gently, and you try to sync your breathing to the rhythm of his touch. You were grateful that you were lying on his lap since you couldn't see his face. It made talking feel a little less daunting.

"On my 9th birthday... I was very excited. I'd been on my best behavior that month, trying to please my mom in the hope that, for once, we'd celebrate my birthday. Like a normal little family," you smile sadly, you were so hopeful back then.

"My birthday came, I woke up, excited. My mom was still asleep, nothing out of the ordinary. So, I made my breakfast and walked to my school. I wore my prettiest dress and put on pigtails with hair clips. It was my birthday after all," Minho smiles softly at your words, his hand now resting on your own.

"I got back home and waited for my mom to come back. She remembered my birthday, I thought. And then, she came but she didn't talk to me. So, I thought, oh a surprise party!" you chuckle, but this time the smile on Minho’s face is gone.

"It was then 11 pm, and the hope had slowly died in me. So, in my stupid innocent self, I went to my mom, and asked her "Did you forget my birthday?". And I remember... I remember the way she laughed. Cruelly. Like I had told her the funniest joke in the world. And then. Then she looked me dead in the eye and said 'I hate the fact that you are born. Why would I celebrate that?'"

Minho sucks in a deep breath at your words, and you exhale one right out. It felt comforting, to have someone else stomach the hurt for you. To take the weight off your shoulders, allowing you a few moments to breathe.

"I confronted her about it one day, but she said she doesn't remember saying that. It's funny how it was a random Thursday for her, but for me, it shaped my life." you smile bitterly, "I remember how jealous I was of the way the other kids talked about their mothers. They said the word so lightly. It must have reminded them of sunshine and ice cream and rainbows. But for me, it held an uncharacteristic heaviness to it. I grew to hate the word."

"I drove myself crazy, Min", you whisper and he brings you closer to his body, "was it me or was it her? When did it start? Was it because I was too loud as a child or maybe too quiet? Did I not cater to her fantasies of a kid? I wanted to remember every single thing that happened throughout my childhood, thread through every single memory. I tried to pinpoint the exact moment my mom stopped loving me."

Minho squeezes your hand tightly in his, and you feel as if he was pulling you away from the memory that had long trapped you. You were now watching it unfold from outside of the window, your hand in his, safe from the hurt it had inflicted on you.

"It's not you. It could never be you. Some people are simply not fit to be parents. It's never their kid's fault."

Minho tries his best to keep his touch soothing, to make his voice sound as soft as possible. But he was angry, he was so angry at the world for not taking care of you when you were younger. His heart broke, thinking of 9-year-old you being told such cruel words.

He wanted to turn back time and tell you that you were enough. He wanted to make the pain that seemed so anchored in you float back to the surface, and dissipate like sea foam meeting the shore.

But he couldn't do that. All he could do is comfort present you.

Minho gently pulls you up from his lap, making you sit upright. He crisscrosses his legs and you do the same. Your knees brush against each other and you feel a shiver run down your spine. You didn't know that even knees could emanate such warmth.

"Yn, look at me. The world wouldn't be the same without you in it," he cradles your face between his hands, "You hear me yn? I’m so thankful you exist."

His doe brown eyes are sincere, and it made you want to believe him badly. That's a good start, right?

"I’ll be back," he tells you, letting go of your face and standing up.

You hear Minho rummaging through the kitchen and you take the time to calm yourself down. Sharing those parts of you with Minho felt therapeutic. As if you were healing parts of your inner child. You have never talked about this with anyone before, maybe this is why it still hurt as badly.

Minho comes back five minutes later, his hands behind his back. You raise a brow at him inquisitively and he just smiles secretly at you. "Close your eyes," he tells you and you giggle, doing as he says. He crouches in front of you, and you hear him shuffle in his place for a bit.

Then, "Open your eyes yn," and you find him, in front of you, a cupcake you had stored in your fridge in his hands, and a makeshift candle lit up. "Happy 9th birthday, love. You did well."

You stare at him in utter bewilderment. You couldn't believe your eyes. How could this man be so thoughtful? He was wishing you a belated birthday, to compensate for the 9th birthday you didn't celebrate.

You panic, at the look in his eyes. You've never seen it, never dared to dream of it, of someone caring for you unconditionally. So, you try to scare him, to push him away. You didn't want him to regret knowing you.

"There are things I need you to know um", you chuckle nervously, "When I... When I throw up, I hold my hair, and when I’m sick I nurse myself back to health, and when I have a nightmare I- I hold my hand in the dark. It will be hard for me to hold yours instead."

"We'll start a finger at a time, yeah?"

"It will take time."

"I have time," he speaks easily, as if loving you was effortless and not a strenuous task. You couldn't fathom it.

"You are too busy-", he cuts you off instantly, "Not for you." 

"The world doesn't stop because we need it to." Your voice is quiet; this is your very last try. You are tired of fighting. You are putting down your armor and waving a white flag.

"We'll make it stop. Here, the two of us. On this floor. We'll take as long as we need to."

"I never deemed you as an optimist", you smile a little, a hint of teasing in your tone.

"I’m not," he pauses, gazing down at the cupcake between his hands and then at you. "But I feel that we deserve a bit of happiness together, don't we?"

"We do."

"Then make a wish."

You close your eyes for a few seconds, before blowing on the candle.

"What did you wish for?" he asks a fond smile on his face.

The answer came naturally to you, you didn't even need to think about it. "I wished for you."

Minho's lips come crashing down on yours, and you imagine that this is what it feels like to see colors for the first time. To discover a new world beyond the one you've always known.

The kiss isn't urgent nor feverish, it is one of comfort. Your lips spilling the words you have not yet said to each other. "I love you," he kisses you, "I love you too," you kiss him back. "I need you to stay," you swipe your tongue across his bottom lip, "I’m never leaving you," he opens his mouth allowing you entrance.

As you kiss him, you remember a fact you once learned in high school. The human body possesses seven trillion nerves. And for the first time in your life, you feel as if each of these nerves is alive. You feel that even the smallest atom is electrocuted with Minho’s love and it’s all you know within you.  

You feel as if the pain, the hurt, and the ache you've been through are slowly unraveled, and in their place, a timid happiness is starting to bloom. You imagine that when Minho’s lips met your own, the seven trillion nerves inside you exhaled in relief 'We've made it', they said, 'we'll finally be okay.'

Epilogue

You've always thought that epilogues were useless. How can you resume the rest of your life in one sentence, boil down the rest of your existence in mere pages? Because life doesn't stop at the epilogue, and a new book can start once again, right where you left it off.  

But with Minho, you didn't mind an epilogue. On the contrary, you longed for a soft one. You wanted to rest on this last page, you wanted to lay your worries on the words and tuck them into the syllables. And you wanted to wake up anew.

And this wasn't the end of your story with Minho. A lot happened after it. But it didn't worry you, because epilogues are about the one thing that doesn't change throughout the long march of time. And luckily for you, that constant was Minho’s love for you. From that day he held you, he has never let go.

It took time, for his warmth to seep through your bones. It took time, for your heart to forget the cold. But you wanted to do it. With him. You wanted to love and be loved.

The sound of cats mewling fills your apartment, pudding can always be found in your fridge and you haven't felt invisible in years.

[timelessxmemories]

Live blogging dr2 but very poorly pt1:

hi Hajime, ur great, kisses /p

Nagito is so special to me, baby boy, I love you, you deserve the world, you deserve it all, I want to give you a hug

Just met Gundham, he's so fucking chaotic and I love that for him, also hamsters<3 I used to have a bunch of hamsters as well and I just, aundhddundndhhdhe/pos, I also am kind of relating super fucking hard to him, it's insane

Also met Kazuichi, hehe, his last name is Soda, immediately adoring him

MIKAN SPOTTED. MIKAN SPOTTED. HI BABY GIRL!!!! I MISSED YOU SO SO SO MUCH. She is so fucking augh<3 I want to give her all the hugs and kisses in the whole damn world<333 she could fix me, literally and figuratively

HI IBUKI!!!!! HI!!! HI MY GIRL!!! Aha.. I'm gay. I would totally let her play her guitar and I would sit there cheering her the fuck on because fuck I love her so much

Chicken into cow???? Usami I love you girl, but what

HIYOKO, HIYOKO, HIYOKO. that's it, that's all i had to say

AKANEEEEEE!!!! AKANEE!!!!! MY BITCH!!!!! HIIIII

Hotel future. Love it.

Okay, first person walking, alright, thats, different?

Hi Fuyuhiko, fuckin bastard but in the most affectionate way possible, ur so silly

Mahiru<3333 I want to kiss you all over the face sweet girl, ur amazing

FUCKING UNRELIABLE HAJIME, HAHA, MAHIRU, MY GIRL, CHILL

Nekomaru, my guy, I love you, but please, have some chill, what is it with these characters and having literally no chill whatsoever, don't get me wrong, i love it, BUT HOLY SHIT

"yep." -Nagito

Teruteru, hi my guy, what's up with you, not in a bad way, but, what's up with you. Also, "hello there".

SONIA. SONIA. SONIA. wait nevermind, hah, see what I did there? Sorry, bad pun.

Wait. She didn't have friends???? Aww nooo, my girl,, :(( I'll be ur friend :D

mmm. Not liking Teruteru as much anymore. He's giving me the creeps. Not liking him. Nope. No. Nuh-uh.

I AUDIBLY GASPED. CHIAKI. HI. HI. HI. WE LOVE YOU. WE SEE YOU. WE ADORE YOU. STAY AWAY FROM TERUTERU THO PLEASE.

Pekooooooooooo, Pekooooooooo!!!! I want to give you a hug.

BYAKUYA. MY HUSBAND. MY LOVE. MY BELOVED. MY SWEETHEART. MY BABY. HWHDHSHSSGSGSH. I LOWV YOU SO MUCH WAH. AUGH.

Ding dong Bing bong!!!!!!!

Byakuya stop being impatient.

Hiyoko, I love you, I love your energy

Ah yes, peko, the observant.

And there goes Ibuki being ibuki<33

Kazuichi, please, don't be so laid back, my man, what are you doing

Aaaand teruteru is being weird again. Fuck that guy.

Ibuki this is why I love you

Byakuya, stop calling people names, please

"Small dogs shouldn't bark so loud" BYAKUYA PLEASE

Story time with Byakuya ig

oh music stopped

And creepy music is back

Akane being a whole fucking mood

Music stopped again???

Aaand regular music is back + Ibuki being excitable

Kazuichi you poor soul, you poor poor soul

NOT YOU TOO HIYOKO, PLEASE, STOP BEING SO LAID BACK

"Cretins" I love her.

"Won't be a problem" girl. Girl. Girl girl girl.

Shut the fuck up cunt. (Teruteru)

Aaaand there goes Peko pointing out the obvious<3

"Why don't we just swim home?" GIRL. HOLY SHIT.

Aaaand in comes Mikan with the reasoning. Thank you.

NEKOMARU PLEASE. CHILL TF OUT.

Hi again Usami

Rule follower./aff

*proceeds to recite the rules*

"What if your actions place everyone in danger?" MY MAN COMING BACK FULL FORCE

AN USAMI STRAP??? SQUEEZE TUMMY IT TALKS??? I NEED THIS. RIGHT NOW.

Byakuya, don't call it a waste of time. Shut your mouth you cunt<3/aff

WHY DOES NOBODY LIKE IT??? COME ON.

CHIAKI, VOICE OF REASONING, I LOVE YOU. SHE GETS IT.

NOOOO, USAMIIII DONT CRY MY BABY

Uh oh. Motives

Oh nevermind it's fine

Or is it

Party?

Yes.

TERUTERU. GO TO THE CORNER.

SONIA NO.

Hiyoko why are you so excited about killing a hoop snake

Hajime: There's no way anyone would go swimming!

Literally everyone else: I beg to differ.

Hajime: what

"No danger, nothing tragic, is that really true?" I love you Hajime. You are the only reasonable person ever.

"If so.. am i wrong?" I had faith. Girl. Holy shit.

"The water is too salty" bitch ur too salty

"She's just wrong about so many things" no actually she's right about everything

Sleepy Chiaki<333

THEYRE ALL IN BATHING SUITS HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO PRECIOUS. TO ME.

Fuck you Teruteru.

Ibuki, don't drink the water.

Fuck you Teruteru.

Please punch him Nekomaru.