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tellerluna-stories · 3 years ago

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episode 03: boss dog to the rescue!

CONTENTS: 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07. m.list!

TW/CW: there is bread and it is eaten, and it is an important part of the plot. idk how to explain it in a way that doesn't sound absurd,,, BASTA MAY TINAPAY DITO HAHAHAHA

A/N: this chapter is dedicated to the stars to my moon, the lovely @byeol-ssi!! hope you enjoy the fluffiness hehe <33. also!!! I probably won't be able to update regularly for a while because some majour stuff came up irl and I don't think I'll be able to write until everything's settled. thank you for understanding~~

“Good morning!”

“Do you need help with that?”

“Oh hey, wanna walk to class together?”

“See you tomorrow!”

For the past few weeks (yes, weeks), your ears had been ringing with the sound of barking— er, the chipper sound of Thoma’s voice as he kept hanging around you. You didn’t know exactly why he was so insistent on going out of his way to talk to you, but he didn’t seem to have any ill intentions or ulterior motives, so you let him do whatever he pleased.

…That, and perhaps he had grown on you a little bit. Just a little.

Anyway, today was a weekend, so you wouldn’t see the puppy-boy. The weekend was a precious, precious time for you, whose social battery was easily drained; it was a time you reserved solely for yourself to recuperate after all the stress that the weekdays brought. So on this fine day, you decided to venture into The Great Outdoors on a great and noble quest to purchase the finest rations that a relaxing weekend would require. In this case, that meant freshly baked bread from a nearby bakery.

There was a lively spring to your step as you walked, mouth watering slightly as you thought about all the warm bread that awaited you; normally you preferred to stay indoors and hide from the light of day, but today was different. It was the perfect weather to walk outside— on days like these, the sun’s rays chose to play hide-and-seek over rooftops and through tree-branches, without scorching everything to death and blinding you for no good reason.

Hey, even someone who normally shunned the light of day would want to go outdoors once in a while, right?

You took a deep breath and savoured the gift of your senses; feeling the pleasant contrast between the faint warmth of asphalt through your shoes and the soft breeze that cooled your face, admiring the vibrant colour of lit by sunshine— and most importantly, smelling the bewitchingly sweet aroma of fresh bread that signalled you were close to your destination.

One step, two steps… just a few more paces before you completed your quest.

"Whoa, Taroumarou, slow down! Don’t tug on the leash like that, you’ll hurt yourself—"

You froze in your tracks, your entire body stiffening at the sound of a voice that was unfortunately all-too-familiar. Coming from just around the corner— no, it couldn’t be. You were hallucinating.

“Taroumarou- ugh, don’t pee in that flower-pot! That’s not your toilet!”

(Okay, maybe you weren't hallucinating, because if you were... was it possible to file a complaint to whatever part of your brain was in charge of creating hallucinations? Could you just ask to have this particular hallucination replaced?)

Your heart hammered against your ribs as you tiptoed to peek around the corner, praying fervently that you were mistaken. But still another part of you fluttered anxiously with hope— as to what you were hoping for, it was still unsure.

Blond hair that shone like gold in the sunlight.

Emerald-green eyes framed with long, sun-kissed lashes.

A pair of strong, slender hands that grasped onto the leash of an absolute unit of a fluffy dog, who was blessed with fur that almost matched the colour of his owner’s hair and was almost as fluffy.

Lips that curved into an exasperated smile, gently reprimanding said dog as his owner tried to persuade him to change his choice of toilet.

It was almost comedic, really— just an ordinary student struggling to walk his dog on a fine afternoon, an ordinary scene that you’d pass by without a second thought. On any other day you'd have ignored him and continued to walk through the world in your own protective bubble so you wouldn’t get invested in the lives of other people... yet here you stood, absolutely spellbound by this stranger.

The puppy-boy laughed and shook his head, leaning down to scratch his dog under the chin, and a strange shudder ran down your spine. It was like scales had fallen from your eyes, revealing the Thoma that you had never seen before— or perhaps never wanted to see until now.

Your heart knocked against your ribs, once, twice, and then paused a beat.

“Thoma?”

His name slipped from your lips before you could catch yourself, and the boy eagerly perked up at the sound of his name, just like when you had first met. “Oh, it’s you! I didn’t expect to run into you here.” Thoma tugged on Taroumarou’s leash lightly, gently nudging the dog forward with his foot. “Taroumarou, say hello to my classmate.”

“Ah… hello, Taroumarou.”

The dog trundled towards you, snuffling around your legs and shoes till it was satisfied and gave an approving woof.

“Looks like he likes you,” Thoma grinned, squatting down to scratch Taroumarou behind his ears. “It’s not that easy to get the approval of Boss Dog over here, so you must be quite extraordinary for him to favour you like this.”

“Is that so?” Squatting down at a carefully calculated distance from Thoma (for decency's sake, you rationalised), you leaned closer to peer at Taroumarou’s dark eyes and fluffy cheeks. “Say, Taroumarou, may I pet you?”

(Now, under normal circumstances you'd have retained your more reserved persona around people you weren't close with, but in this case... what could you do? There was a very cute, fluffy dog just within reach, and if it wasn't obvious enough, you had a particular weakness for puppies.)

Boss Dog yipped, and Thoma leaned closer to listen as if he were the dog’s official interpreter. “What was that, boy? Can my- ew, don’t lick inside my ear! Gross!”

Both puppy-boy and puppy toppled onto the pavement as Taroumarou happily jumped up to lick Thoma’s face, and you couldn’t help it, you really couldn’t— you burst into laughter right then and there.

Not the polite, canned laughter that you used around people, no— it was the roaring, dying wheezes of someone who hadn't laughed this much since grade school, and your stomach muscles sorely paid the price for it. You barely stopped yourself from collapsing onto the pavement and howling like a hyena, but it didn't help one bit that the Boss Dog still kept jumping around Thoma like a little imp intent on eating earwax for a snack. Your lungs pleaded for mercy and your face ached from all the smiling, but all you could do was to laugh even harder.

Meanwhile, the source of your laughter froze rigidly, his brain slowly processing what was going on as Taroumarou frisked around him. It was the first time he’d ever seen you smile, let alone burst into a fit of laughter that had you whacking your palm against the concrete and tears rolling down your face.

Well, technically it wasn’t the first time, but still— the smiling, giggling version of you that stood before him now, it was because of something he (and Taroumarou) did. You were smiling because of him.

“Ah- I’m sorry.” You wheezed, brushing a stray tear from your eye. “I promise I wasn’t laughing because you fell. It just was so funny to see Taroumarou hopping around like that…”

“Yeah, yeah, I get you there.” Thoma’s face lit up eagerly, his own nonexistent tail wagging behind him. “But he’s not always this crazy, I promise! He’s usually more well-behaved.”

“It’s alright.” Smiling, you scratched Taroumarou behind his ears and reveled in the fluffiness of the Boss Dog. “He seems to be a good boy, whether he’s frisking around or being polite. Aren’t you, Taroumarou?”

Thoma’s furry look-alike rubbed his cheek against your leg and yipped happily. Letting someone from school see you like this was out of character for you, but for some reason you didn’t care anymore.

It suddenly occurred to you that you had no idea on how to proceed from here; you had greeted your classmate, laughed in his face, and from there… what did people even do when they encountered an acquaintance outside of a school or work setting? You didn’t know the standard procedures, but you were pretty sure that it required small talk and some sort of food.

Speaking of food... you'd almost forgotten the reason why you had set out on this journey today.

"Do you like bread?" You suddenly blurted out, realising how stupid the question sounded as soon as it left your mouth (ah, your gift for eloquence was truly unmatched). "There's a good bakery nearby, and they usually bring out the batch for the evening around this time."

Taroumarou perked up at the suggestion, while Thoma's eyebrows shot up in interest. "As a matter of fact, I do like bread. Even more so when it's fresh."

Your mind went completely blank. You had no idea you’d get this far, so now what were you supposed to do?

“That’s good!” Stiffly, you jumped to your feet and marched off in what was hopefully the right direction. "It’s this way.”

Behind you, the dog and his owner exchanged glances before Taroumarou lurched forward. With a strength that could've rivalled King Arthur himself when he pulled out the sword Excalibur, the Boss Dog practically dragged Thoma to follow after you.

“Taroumarou, wait!” Thoma stumbled, just barely catching the leash that nearly slipped out of his hands. “You’re acting really weird today, boy…”

If only you could go back in time and smack your past self. Or say thank you. You no longer knew which one was the more practical option.

For some reason, you had thought it was a great idea to share your closest-guarded secret, the source of all baked goods divine… with a puppy boy. A very nice, friendly puppy-boy who you could admit was not bad-looking, but he was still an outsider.

A piping-hot bag of assorted bread sat on the little portion of bench between you and Thoma, effectively acting as a barrier to prevent your sanity from disintegrating completely. The look the owner had given you when you’d arrived with a pretty boy in tow was embarassing enough as it was.

This was supposed to be a quiet, peaceful afternoon, you lamented as you nibbled on a piece of bread. You could barely taste it.

“Whoa, the bread here is delicious!” Thoma exclaimed, blissfully oblivious to your inner turmoil. He tore off a tiny piece and tossed it to the ground for Taroumarou to taste. “Here boy, let me know what you think.”

Judging from the way the Boss Dog greedily licked up the little chunk of bread, this bakery also had his paw-print of approval.

“Well, uh… I’m glad you like it.“ You felt the eyes of the store-owner lasering in on you from all the way behind the counter— as far as you knew, she was just an excellent baker who gave you discounts for being a regular, but the fact that you could feel the intensity of her gaze from where you sat outside the bakery made you question if she was secretly some sort of superhuman. “Not a lot of people know about this place, so it’s rarely crowded.”

“You’re joking, right? This place is a hidden gem.”

"In a way, it's also a blessing in disguise. No crowds, no long lines..." Sighing in contentment, you slumped against the back of the bench a là shrimp posture. "I kept this place a secret ever since I found it, just so that it would stay that way. Haven't told a soul."

You froze the minute the words left your mouth; saying it like that might imply that you were entrusting some important secret of yours with Thoma. What if he misunderstood your intentions and thought you were flirting with him? That had been an unfortunately common problem among all your advice-seekers, and it would be humiliating to have to clear up the misunderstanding after you'd scolded so many people for doing the exact same thing.

“Yeah, I kinda understand why.” Thoma mused, his attention wholly fixed on his food. If he had misunderstood you, he showed no signs of it. “Seriously, this is amazing— I should take notes for the next time I bake bread.”

“…You can bake?”

“Yep. It’s kind of like my hobby, along with cooking and cleaning.”

The most absurd image come to mind— ‘Everyone’s Thoma’ opening a window while dressed in full housekeeping gear, complete with rubber gloves and a handkerchief to keep his hair out of his face. You briefly wondered if he was the type to wield a feather duster or a broom as his weapon of choice (for cleaning, of course).

Come to think of it, today was the first time you’d seen him outside of school. In school he was always well-behaved and a perfect gentleman, the dreamy student who everyone adored. It was Thoma’s natural disposition to behave the way he did on campus, but… there was something that was just a touch off from his usual self.

"You seem more relaxed today," You remarked, eyeing the boy who sat next to you. Taroumarou eagerly sniffed the ground, tangling his leash around your shins in his search for fallen crumbs.

"Well, I do suppose so. Weekends are a way for me to destress from the weekdays and all the worries that come with it." He replied, munching thoughtfully on the piece of bread. "I don't want to sound ungrateful for the things I have but... there are a lot of people who have expectations for me, and I don't want to let those people down."

Oh.

You'd had the impression that Thoma was just some generic popular boy who all the students swooned and sighed for, like the male love interest straight out of a cheesy high-school romance story— but apparently you had misjudged him.

Similar to your reputation as a relationship counselor, being 'Everyone's Thoma' was a burden, though one laden with good intentions and well-wishes from others. Because he always looked after everyone and brought joy to hearts of people around him, it became something those people began to take for granted and then even expect from him. It never crossed their minds that sometimes, the person who did all of these things might get worn out; in that sense, he wasn't so different from you, except that it was only even further magnified because of how many people looked up to him.

You had the privilege of slinking into the shadows and disappearing unnoticed, while Thoma... didn't.

Shame flushed hot in your face, gnawing at your stomach with pointy little fangs of guilt. "It must be tiring to deal with all of that."

"Ah, well... not most of the time. It only gets particularly draining on my bad days." Thoma popped the last of his bread into his mouth and smiled cheerfully, as if to say ‘don’t worry about it’.

The people who tell you not to worry about how they feel are usually the ones you should worry about most, you incorrigible pup.

Of all the people and relationships you'd seen and encountered, it always was the ones who disregarded their own feelings who suffered the most. You'd seen one too many girls weeping over a foolish lover not worth their time, pushing their feelings of hurt and grief deep down inside just because they thought that that was how it was to be in love. It was the same with friendships, and in Thoma's case too; if one person disregards their own feelings of stress and emotional pain in order to please the other party, then there was a high chance that the relationship wouldn't last unless something was done about those feelings.

"You know, every once in a while you should live your life for yourself. It wouldn't do you any harm to take care of yourself first."

The words were almost the same as what you had told many of the advice-seekers who begged for your assistance. Take care of yourself first, prioritise yourself— you'd said it so many times till the phrase was hollowed out into an empty formality, lingering on the tip of your tongue like a bitter pill. Over time, your advice became a poison that numbed the senses of the one who gave it out.

But for some reason, you had a faint notion that things had changed.

"Well, this is just my opinion, and well... I don't..." You scratched the back of your head, trying to think of the right words to say. "I don't know if I understand your situation entirely, so I may get things wrong."

He smiled as he fished for a new piece of bread, the corners of his eyes crinkling up like freshly-bloomed flower petals in a way that sent an electric shock tingling down your spine. "It's alright, really. I'd like to hear your thoughts on it anyway."

"You're- well... you're kinda like this bread."

Brilliant. Harvard would be begging on their knees for you to attend their university if they heard you now.

All three of you stared at the half-bitten piece of bread in your hand, although the expression on Taroumarou’s face looked more hungry than anything. Judging from the extremely judgemental aura radiating from behind, the owner had also overheard you.

"How…” Thoma blinked uncertainly. “How am I supposed to take that?"

"As a compliment...?" At that moment, you wanted nothing more but to melt through the ground to be absorbed into plant food. That way you could at least contribute to the well-being of any future ecosystems and make something worthwhile out of your embarassing existence.

The Boss Dog nudged Thoma’s ankle and whined softly, giving you a beady side-eye that would’ve made a grown man cry; compared to his master, Taroumarou was certainly not as merciful to your feelings.

"…Uh, would it be too much for me to assume that you're implying I'm a snack?"

"What— no! That's not what I meant." You spluttered furiously, flailing your hands about as you tried to deny any existence of an unintentional pick-up line. "That wasn’t my intention at all, I promise!”

He snorted and turned his face away, using the bread in his hand to act as a shield (like that would have done anything to conceal his laughter.) “No worries, I’m just joking. I figured you didn’t mean it like that… unless you actually did—“

“Don’t remind me!”

“Haha, alright, alright. I’ll let you finish.” Thoma lowered his bread to reveal a lopsided grin, a slightly teasing lilt to his tone of voice. His golden hair floofed up like a little cloud, giving him the illusion of two puppy-dog ears sprouting from the top of his head.

Cute, a small part of you remarked.

Once you realised what you had just dared to think, your plans to become compost were immediately placed at the top of your priority list. That’s it, you were definitely losing it and it was all his fault.

“Anyway, as I was saying.” You cleared your throat and gestured to your piece of bread. “You’re like this bread.”

“How so, prof?” He shifted to face you, crossing his legs and propping his chin on his hands like he was listening to a teacher. Emerald-green eyes sparkled with such attentiveness that it was starting to make you feel embarassed all over again, which was not helpful at all.

“…Do you want the long or short explanation?”

“I’d like the short explanation, please.”

“You- well…” It was somewhat awkward to say it aloud, but you had already dug your grave and now was the time to lie in it. “I don’t know exactly how to phrase it, but you sort of have the aura of fresh-baked bread. Like... when you’re around other people.”

Thoma’s eyebrows shot up in confusion, his nonexistent ears flopping to one side as he tilted his head. Taroumarou followed the example of his master, looking at you with such adorable confusion that you almost lost your cool. The audacity of these puppies to be so cute…

Luckily your counselor side took over before you had another meltdown, allowing you to continue without incident. “I think that’s what makes people gravitate to you so easily. Do you see how everyone swarms to buy bread in the cafeteria when there’s a fresh batch?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s always difficult to buy anything during that time.”

Your brain was running on fumes at this point— just what exactly had been your point here? It had been quite some time since you’d counselled someone and you hadn’t had the time to prepare yourself as you usually did. The expectant look on Thoma’s face as he gazed intently at you… well, needless to say, it was not helping your thinking process.

But you wanted to at least tell him something that would make him feel better; you didn’t know why, or how you would do it, but you just knew that you wanted to do it.

And fine, maybe you were just a bit worried about him. Call it sympathy from one reliable person to another.

“The thing is… you’re not just some object that can just be pushed around and argued over like the cafeteria bread. You have thoughts and needs just like everyone else, and I don’t think it’d be particularly fair to yourself if you kept pushing those aside for what everyone else wants you to be.” You said quietly, lowering your hand. “You may be similar to freshly-baked bread, but that doesn’t mean you always have to keep giving your time and effort to other people."

Thoma didn’t reply, merely continuing to look at you with an odd, melancholic expression on his face. One finger slowly tapped against his cheek, tracing absent-minded circles there as he gazed into your eyes.

“Ah- I’m sorry. I think I overstepped there.” Hastily you shoved your bread into your mouth, focusing all of your effort on chewing and swallowing so that you wouldn’t have to deal with reality. Without even realising it, you’d slipped into complete counselor mode while talking to him— it seemed that your old habits still remained.

“There’s no need to apologise.” One side of his mouth quirked up into a wry grin. “I was just thinking about what you said, that’s all.”

“If anything about what I said was incorrect, I apologise for assuming. Just- I suppose you can forget about it.”

“No, it actually made me really happy to hear that.” Thoma replied, the little smile on his face growing even further. “Just as I thought, I really am in good hands when I’m with you. Thank you for looking out for me.”

Your face burned hotter than an oven; this puppy-boy really was out for your neck, wasn’t he.

“Ah, the bread’s almost gone! Here, have another piece— you’ve barely eaten anything.”

A piece of bread was promptly thrust in your hands, still warm to the touch— though you had to admit that it wasn’t as warm as the feeling spreading in your chest. Thoma crossed his arms with an air of satisfaction, looking like a proud housewife who had just fed her guests with her hard efforts.

It almost made you want to burst out laughing all over again.

This side of him is definitely different, you decided. But it was a nice side to discover, one that made him a little more human than all the achievements and gushing flattery that were attached to him by others.

Unconsciously, you smiled a little as you bit into the bread he had given you. Oddly enough, it seemed to taste better than when you'd sit on this very bench and eat in solitude— perhaps there was some merit to the saying that food tasted better with company.

"Hey, I just thought of something." Thoma said aloud, nudging Taroumarou slightly with his foot in order to stretch his legs.

"What is it?"

"When you explained the sort of aura I have around other people, I started thinking about what kind of feeling you would have. I've come to the conclusion that you're just like this bakery."

"...How am I even supposed to take that?"

"Well, same as yours. It's a compliment." A different facial expression crept on his features— a look that you almost would've described as sly, if it weren't for how angelic his face naturally looked. To you, it was both amusing and unnerving at the same time.

You paused mid-bite to give him an unimpressed stare. “At least I explained why I thought you were like bread. Where’s your explanation?”

Thoma hummed softly, an amused look in his eyes as he rocked back and forth in his seat. “Maybe another time.”

“Well that’s unfair.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely explain it to you. Boss Dog here is our witness.”

Taroumarou barked in agreement, wagging his tail eagerly as he eyed the bread in your hand. You finished off your bread with a resigned sigh, accepting your fate; maybe making you squirm was just another part of Thoma’s personality.

Quietly, you admired Taroumarou for a few moments, running your fingers through his soft fur and savouring the fluffiness against your fingertips; a small part of you wondered if Thoma’s hair was fluffier, but you quickly dismissed the intrusive thought.

Still, your fingers twitched impulsively as you stole glances at Thoma’s loose, fluffy locks, and you decided that perhaps it was best for you to retire before you did anything rash. You already had several close calls today, and you didn't want to create any more memories that would cause you to scream into your pillow at night from sheer embarrassment.

“Sorry, but I can't stay too long. It's already getting late.” You brushed off the crumbs from your clothes and stood up.

“Oh... I see.” He looked almost regretful at the thought of you leaving (or perhaps it was just your wishful thinking). “In that case, don’t let me keep you.”

“It was… nice to see you today.” The words were no empty formality, you realised; you had genuinely enjoyed getting to see him today. And even more strange was the fact that your social battery was still full, perhaps even revitalised after running into Thoma and Taroumarou.

“Likewise.” Taroumarou yipped happily as Thoma did a little salute and grinned, sending your heart skipping like a lovesick school-girl’s. “Boss Dog says it was nice to see you, too.”

"Ah, um... if it's possible, could I see Taroumarou once in a while?"

"Just Taroumarou?"

You turned back and stared at him, completely lost on how to even respond to that question.

"Ah, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to." Thoma leaned back against the wall and gave you an amused smile, a perfect picture of relaxation in the fading sunlight. "I always walk him around this area, so maybe you can see him the next time you go out for bread."

“That- that’s a great idea.” You gave him an awkward thumbs-up in response, cringing at how stiff you sounded. Something in your chest melted into a mushy, gooey puddle as soon as Thoma tilted his head to face you, his sparkly puppy-boy eyes in full effect.

"We should do this again sometime. Taroumarou really seemed to enjoy getting bread with you today." He lightly shook Boss Dog's leash and patted him on the head. "As did I, of course."

His sincerity took you off-guard, as it always did; how could he live like that, with his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see? Yet at the same time, it didn’t seem like such a terrible way to live.

If all he had given you was his honesty, then it was only fair that you pay him back in a like manner— that was how you rationalised it, anyway.

“…Hey, Thoma.” The following words sat heavily on your tongue like a lump of iron; you weren’t sure if you were close enough for you to say something so… brazen.

"Yes?" A soft smile bloomed over his features, his eyes aglow with warmth that made your heart skip in strange ways and filled you with a strange, reckless courage; did Thoma always smile so gently when he looked at you?

"See you on Monday." You finished the outrageous statement with what hopefully passed for a friendly smile, and waved goodbye. Before Thoma could answer, you scampered off, your stomach twisting in knots as your words burned themselves into your auditory memory permanently— oh, you really hoped you didn’t just embarass yourself. “You can have the rest of the bread!”

The Boss Dog wondered why his subordinate sat there for such an extraordinarily long time, an unmoving statue even as Taroumarou wriggled himself into Thoma’s lap. His eyes remained dazed and unfocused despite Taroumarou’s best efforts to rouse Thoma from his stupor— what a strange boy. Was Thoma behaving this way because of the other human?

He tilted his head and sneezed, the scent of bread wafting temptingly in his nostrils; Taroumarou was a dignified dog of noble breeding who scorned to behave in a way that was beneath one of his pedigree, but for the sake of his subordinate he had nobly sacrificed his dignity in order to gain extra time with the strange human. Begging for crumbs, yanking on his leash in an undignified manner, even going so far to stall for time by peeing on a flower-pot when he had smelled the nice human from around the corner. Taroumarou recognised the scent from all the times his subordinate came home from school with a giddy smile on his face, the distinct smell of that particular human still lingering on his uniform.

Everything he had done was all because Thoma had seemed so happy when he saw that person— if his subordinate had been a dog, his tail would’ve been wagging non-stop. But now Thoma was very still, like one of those garishly-painted statues in the garden that Taroumarou had deemed as his sworn enemies.

The Boss Dog thought long and hard, pondering as to what could have brought his subordinate into such a state; could it be that this was Thoma’s first time courting?

Well, that seemed to be the only logical answer; the only other answer that Taroumarou could think of was that Thoma really had become one of those urban nightmares also known as the garden gnome. The Boss Dog whimpered slightly— he didn't like that notion at all.

He nudged Thoma’s arm once more, desperately hoping that his efforts would not be in vain. Finally, just when Taroumarou was about to bring out his genius last resort (which was to pee in Thoma’s lap) in order to save his subordinate from an eternity spent as a statue, Thoma spoke.

“Taroumarou, boy…” A strange, giddy smile curved upwards on Thoma’s face, the thrumming of his heartbeat reverberating through his entire body. “I think I’m in big trouble.”

Taroumarou rolled his eyes in a mixture of relief and disgust, nuzzling his snout into the crook of Thoma’s knee. Humans were strange creatures.

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helenazbmrskai · 3 years ago

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Icing On The Cake (M)

Pairing – Popular! Seokjin x Reader

Genre – Happy Death Day AU, Horror Comedy, E2L, University/College AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Fuckboy/Frat Boy AU

Summary – [The thing is, you’re stuck in this time loop with none other than Kim fucking Seokjin. It’s not that you occasionally didn’t fantasise about choking him but you wouldn’t execute your actions. You’re not a murderer but someone on campus is. The list of suspects is endless. Can you two live through the day until tomorrow comes?]

Warnings – Major character death (obvi), blood mention, fatal injury (non descriptive), killer on the loose, PLOT TWIST, time loop, fantasy, horror elements but it’s mild, positive character development, multiple sex scenes, dom! jin, throat/face fucking, throat bulge, oral (f and m), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, blowjob, crying kink, unprotected rough sex (stay safe!), doggy, questionable decisions because there’s no tomorrow, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, lots of kisses, making out, hair pulling, manhandling, dry humping, marking/hickeys, sweet and slow protected sex, love confession, body worship

Word Count – (11k)

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Author note. I’m proud to introduce you to my big baby (it’s my fic but Jin is my big baby too) I combined two of my favourite things in this and you guessed it right! It’s bts and horror films! You don’t need to see the film to understand the plot but I really recommend this for those who are up for a little spooky time (I love that movie so much and it’s not that scary it’s funny too!) I hope those who are big fans of dom! jin has a lovely fill with this.

⤷ Part of Fics On Screen, Horror Movie Special

The ringing in your ears worsens when you open your eyes. You feel like shit and catching yourself in the mirror right next to the foot of the bed confirms that you look as shitty as you feel.

You try to flop on your back but something holds you back or rather someone’s hands keep your movements restrained. Crooked fingers and some neatly cut fingernails make a horrifying realisation set in your dream fogged brain. You don’t have a mirror facing your bed but you know someone who would do such a thing.

”Shit! Tell me I’m still dreaming.” You groan, your face is buried in the sheets it even smells like him.

”Stop wriggling.” Your body freezes when you hear his raspy voice from behind you. His arms hold you tighter to his chest and you feel every muscle and tendon as he flexes his biceps to keep you in place.

You do what everyone else would do in a situation like this. You scream. Ok, maybe not everyone but every sane person! You’re not like this. They would catch you rather dead than in Kim Seokjin’s bed. The memory of last night is a bit hazy. The worst is that you don’t remember how you ended up here.

”Ugh. Can you keep it down? You sound like someone is murdering you.” You roll your eyes when Seokjin just pulls the comforter over his head, he abandoned holding you the minute you screamed right next to his ears. Serves him right. Now at least you’re free. It’s a good sign that you have your undergarments on with a big shirt on top that undoubtedly belongs to this annoying man in front of you.

”What the fuck I’m doing in your room?!” You look around for your jeans and shirt like a madwoman. Ignoring how nice Seokjin still manages to look in the morning or how nice his shirt smells. His hair is a mess but a cute mess. It’s not what important right now though. You need to keep going and leave before anyone sniffs out that you were here.

It’s a weekday you need to get ready asap so you can still catch your morning class! You curse when you see the time, well you’re already late but you can still catch the next one!

You almost fall on top of him as you try to pull your pants up but you manage to keep your balance before that could happen. You fucking knew that you shouldn’t have let Jimin persuade you to go to that Kappa party last night. What’s even worse is that you wake up right in the arms of your arch nemesis!

”Calm down woman. Jeez. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours. We didn’t do anything. We were a little drunk but I remember Jimin leaving you under my care since your dorm closed by the time the party ended.” It does help you calm down a little. Seokjin is a popular kid and you would have hated to become the new rumour around campus.

”Happy fucking birthday dipshit! Oh, you’re not alone my bad milady. Nice bra by the way.” Taehyung has the audacity to wink at the end of his sentence not bothering to excuse himself when you fumble around with your shirt. Now great. Thanks to Taehyung’s mouth everyone will know that you were in Seokjin’s room nonetheless shirtless!

This is not what it looks like but knowing the other casanova who is undoubtedly Seokjin’s best friend and left brain cell your words would fall on deaf ears even if you tried.

”Wait. Today is your birthday?” You turn to Seokjin who by now sat up on his bed and lazily smiled at your confused face.

”Hmn. It’s not a big deal though. The same shit every year.” Seokjin shrugs and you’re surprised to find him so nonchalant about the whole ordeal. He’s the fleshiest person you know. There’s no way he’s not grabbing the opportunity to throw a big party and wait for his fangirls (with that insufferable smirk of his) to drown him in gifts and affection. It almost looks like he doesn’t like to celebrate the day he was born. What are the odds for that to happen?

Weird but not your problem so you just nod and hurry to get the last pieces of your clothing. Taehyung watches your every move as you hastily pull up your converse shoes from his position leaning next to the doorframe. What a gentleman. You try to astral project from their chit-chat as you desperately want to leave the scene and pretend like this never happened. They don’t make it easy for you either as they both watch you fumble around with hawk eyes.

”Hope to see you around more Y/N.” Taehyung calls out and you answer by slamming the door shut behind you on their faces. Fuck, did you just get a glimpse of Seokjin shirtless? Ugh, this is the worst day of your life!

This is your first time experiencing the infamous walk of shame as you practically run-walk out of his infamous frat house.

They probably think that you’re a whore now but it could be worse. Not that it matters what Kappa pretty boys think of you – those who you’re closest to know your nature. You think that experiencing it once is more than enough for your upcoming college years.

”Park fucking Jimin!” You yell as soon as you rip the door open to your dorm room. You’re unphased when you find a naked girl sleeping next to him as your loud voice steers her awake.

Any other time you would respect him and his girl for the night but today you’re out for blood. You can’t believe he trusted your drunk ass with Kim Seokjin of all people! He could have asked anyone! Yoongi, Namjoon even mother forking Jeon Jungkook to take care of you! Ok, maybe not Jungkook but literally anyone else would have been better and more trustworthy.

”Oh, Y/N. You’re back early.” Jimin stretches like your eyes are not glowing red from anger or maybe he ignores it. The duvet around his waist slips dangerously low that you almost get an eyeful of his morning wood. Thanks to your quick reflexes you turn on your heels before he could flash you though.

”Just so you know, you’re dead to me.” You call out to him before your grip on the doorknob tightens and you decide it’s time for you to leave.

You could faintly hear your best friend whine that you wait a minute to let him grab his clothes so you could talk but you’re out of the front door before he could even kick out his one night stand. If it was possible your ears would be steaming.

You get your stuff from the room next door and leave to at least attend your third class. During the lecture, you get multiple messages from him but you leave him on read. This is what he gets for letting you leave with Seokjin.

Near the end of the class, your phone vibrates again and you expect another apology text from Jimin to ignore but you’re surprised to see Seokjin’s name light up on your screen instead.

[14:32 PM] (Sucks)Jin hey y/n you left your earring on my nightstand it looks fancy so I thought I should let you know

[14:35 PM] Me fuck thx it was a present from my mother so don’t you dare mix it up somewhere!

[14:40 PM] (Sucks)Jin easy tiger come by later and you’ll get your precious earrings back

[14:41 PM] Me do I have to go to your room?? can’t you just bring it to me? my class will end soon

[14:43 PM] (Sucks)Jin no can do sweetheart I have a meeting with someone soon but you can catch me at tonight's party

[14:44 PM] Me ugh fine!

[14:45 PM] (Sucks)Jin good girl 😉 see you tonight

[14:45 PM] Me call me that again and I’ll punch you square in the face

[14:46 PM] (Sucks)Jin ooh kinky 🤪

You decide to not reply to his last message and tune back into the last minutes of the lecture.

Your phone signalled another text coming in but you turned your device to silent mode and packed your pens into your fancy mermaid pencil case knowing that you won’t need it to take notes once the professor started to review today's lesson.

Your head is still pounding as you exit the building. You sure as hell won’t drink for a while. You feel like death. Knowing that Yoongi always has a bag of medicine for emergencies like this you make your way to Spring Day the cosy cafe next to the IT buildings.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee already alleviates your headache. You’re relieved to see Yoongi behind the counter once you step in line. You’re the last customer so he can chat while he makes your drink.

”Wild night?” It’s Yoongi who speaks first. It’s the usual disinterest that makes people think that he doesn’t give a fuck and those who know him already know that he doesn’t give a fuck.

”Oh, you have no idea.” You massage your temples as you think back to how it was waking up in Seokjin’s room this morning. You push your weight into the counter from your side as you watch Yoongi’s skilled fingers make your cappuccino with extra shoots.

”Need some Advil?” You smile when he pours extra milk into your coffee without asking.

”Yes please.” Yoongi nods and places your drink in front of you. The bell rings at the front letting everyone inside the coffee shop know that there’s a new customer but Yoongi doesn’t really care as he searches for the pain medicine inside his bag. You immediately frown when you see Jimin push the glass door open. He drank more than you yesterday how does he look so good? It isn’t fair. His blond hair is perfect and even his slightly red nose is cute.

You turn back to face Yoongi before you could make eye contact. You’re still mad at him for abandoning you.

”Y/N, Look at meee.” Jimin grabs your arm and keeps swinging it in the air to make you look at him but you’re stubborn. Just like him, unfortunately. He’ll pester you until you eventually give in.

”Come on! You can’t be still mad at me. Jin promised me that he won’t do anything. He didn’t touch you riiight?”

Yoongi chuckles when you ignore your friend and instead thank him for the Advil. You bring the medicine to your lips with your unoccupied hand and wash it down with some coffee.

”Yoongi tell him that I’m perfectly fine but I’m still mad. I won’t forgive him so easily.” Jimin whines when you don’t address him directly he keeps pulling your arm but you don’t give in. Realises just now how mad you are.

”Don’t insert me into your childish games.” Yoongi answers with a notorious roll of his eyes that makes schoolgirls avert their gazes at how intimidating he looks. You know they’re still crushing on him hard though, it’s his charming point. Everyone who knows him however aware that he’s a big softie on the inside.

You sip your coffee silently while your best friend follows you around like a lost puppy as you settle down to one of the tables near the window. He’s such an attention seeker. This is the best punishment suitable for his extrovert ass when you ignore him. Works like a charm every time.

Yoongi makes Jimin’s to-go drink without him placing an order seeing that he’s busy with begging for your forgiveness. It’s time for his lunch break anyway so he leaves the counter to join your table and leave the orders to his coworker. He always says that he doesn’t watch tv since he met you and Jimin freshman year. He sees enough drama in real life from you.

”So what has your panties in a twist?” Yoongi grins from over the lid of his cup, both of you ignore how Jimin whines when you answer Yoongi’s question but ignore his.

”I woke up with this immense headache and what do I see? It’s fucking Kim Seokjin holding me like I’m his personal teddy bear!” You grow quieter as you see one of his minions enter the cafe in the middle of your rant. They can’t know about this morning if you don’t want to fistfight those plastic barbies.

”So you became cuddle buddies what’s the big deal?” Yoongi shrugs. You don’t know why but you suddenly remember that today is his birthday. You would never admit it out loud but it makes you sad how neutral he talked about his own birthday he should celebrate it with his friends and family. You shake the thoughts away when you suddenly remember the humiliation of Kim Taehyung seeing you in your bra. You bet that the whole campus knows that he caught you in his best friends room in a compromising position.

”Oh it’s not everything! Taehyung burst through the door when I was changing into my shirt and he said I have a nice bra! Can you fucking believe the nerve of this guy. No wonder they’re best buds.”

”Which bra are we talking about?” Jimin asks like he’s genuinely curious. The next second they burst out laughing. You really need to find new friends.

”You two stop laughing! This is serious!” You hit both of their shins under the table that does the trick. You were told that your kicks are lethal.

”Ugh and I’ll have to go to that Kappa party to get my earrings back too. This day can’t get any worse.” You drown the last bits of your coffee and get ready to head back now that you don’t have more classes.

”If I were you I wouldn’t think much of it. Everyone knows that he’s a playboy. No one will believe that you actually slept with him you goody two shoes.” Yoongi affectionately flicks your forehead and without waiting for your answer he grabs all three cups and dumps them into the bin behind the counter. You’re used to him presenting his reassuring words as insults so you don’t fret about it much and nod in acknowledgement.

”I still think he has the biggest crush on you though.” You snort as Jimin keeps insisting all these years that the popular playboy actually likes you. It’s not kindergarten anymore if he really likes you like your friend suggests then he would have just asked you out like a normal person and stopped playing these childish games to get a rise out of you. He’s a playboy yes, absolutely but he doesn’t deceive the girls he sleeps with if he wants sex he says so he’s direct like that. That’s why you can’t accept Jimin’s reasoning on the subject.

You end Jimin’s punishment on your way back to your dorms after he promises he’ll treat you to some greasy Mc’donalds and he leaves after he made sure you’re really not mad anymore.

You spend the rest of your afternoon doing your chores and once you’re done with cleaning and the dishes are left out to dry you stay in bed and watch some animal documentaries you find online. However, the dreaded time comes sooner than you would have liked.

You grab your fluffiest jumper and lock up to meet with Seokjin and finally get your earrings back.

It’s cold and dark. You always hated how this part of the campus has fewer street lamps it makes the route to Kappa a lot creepier. Keeping your steps light and quick you find yourself in front of the frat house in no time, the blaring music can be heard even from outside.

You inhale deeply and knock steeling your nerves for the night. The door swings open right after and you find yourself face to face with a very drunk Jungkook. He’s too shitfaced to tell you where you can find Seokjin so you ask around a little before someone could give you a coherent direction.

You’re pissed that you have to take a detour to his room when you already told him you don’t want to go all the way there. He better have your earrings as he promised or you’ll give him a piece of your mind.

”Kim Seokjin!” You start yelling but the words get stuck in your throat when you open the door and see what’s inside. There’s someone there. The person is sitting on Seokjin’s hip and you automatically think that you disturbed him in the middle of his fuck but then this person turns around and he’s wearing a mask. It’s a traditional Japanese mask that you can’t think of its name from the top of your head but it’s not what’s important at the moment.

”Oh my god.” Your hand comes up to cover your mouth as you quiver out the words. Blood. So much blood.

The masked person charges towards you and you close your eyes on instinct to get ready for the blow but he just storms out and pushes you out of the way. Even behind your closed eyes, you can see how he was hovering over Seokjin’s body a bloodied kitchen knife in his hand.

”Y- Y/N.”

You rush to Seokjin’s side when you hear his weak voice call out to you. You’re frantic your shaking hands try to push on the wounds to prevent him from bleeding out but he has so many cuts on his torso.

”Oh, no, no.” You look around for something to help you but your mind is a mess, too stressed to come up with a good solution. At last, you take off your jumper and use it to soak up the blood and keep the wounds pressed down. ”Stay with me Jin. Everything will be alright. Just stay with me.” He grunts as the pain intensifies. He places one hand on your wrist and holds it firmly.

You can see in his eyes that he’s scared. His grip on your hand tightens when the first drops of tears slide down your cheeks. You can’t call 911 if you let go he’ll definitely bleed out. You don’t know what to do as you hold him between your arms his eyes are getting droopy even though you can barely see through your tears you know that he’s going to die. Even if you yell at the top of your lungs for help no one will hear you through the blaring music coming from downstairs.

He lost so much blood already. His lips are moving but you can’t hear him. You lower your head to press your ears near his mouth but the world goes dark before you could understand his words all you can make out is: ”T-” and then it’s gone.

You’re panting and your heart is hammering out of your chest when your eyes pop open. You hear a grunt next to you and suddenly you remember everything. The blood. The person with a mask. Seokjin dying in your arms.

”Jin!” You shout his name. Your loud voice startles him. He creaks one eye open to take in your distract features. He’s stunned you look terrified.

”Are you alright?” You forcefully drag the comforter off his body to search for any injuries. He just lays there frozen as you touch his arms and abdomen you even pull up his shirt to take a peek.

”What’s wrong Y/N?” Seokjin catches your hands urging you to look at him but you’re still hysterically checking for wounds. This can’t be! You saw it! He was dying in your arms and you couldn’t do anything about it! He would have cracked a joke but seeing real fear in your eyes instead made him worry and keep his mouth shut. He never saw you so scared before and you keep asking if he’s alright.

He’s even more confused when you hug him it sends you both colliding with his mattress again right after he managed to sit up.

”Hey I don’t know what’s wrong but it’s alright. It was just a bad dream.” It’s the only thing he could come up with that you were having a nightmare. It certainly felt like one. It left you disoriented. Seokjin’s lips form a straight line as you keep shaking between his arms you look so vulnerable like this.

You eventually get yourself together and let go of him. You even blush when Jin asks you if you’re alright.

The mirror, even the shirt on your body and the clothes on the floor makes you feel an intense case of deja vu. You wriggle on your jeans silently avoiding eye contact with Jin too flustered after the show you put on and he keeps regarding you with worry in his eyes.

You pull Seokjin’s shirt over your head when – ”Happy fucking birthday dipshit! Oh, you’re not alone my bad milady. Nice bra by the way.” The edge of the shirt slips from your grip covering your upper half again as you stare at Taehyung by the door. How did you know he’ll fucking say that? Are you going crazy?

”Today is your birthday?” Your question slips out before you could think. You’re still out of it. It’s quiet in the room as you wait for his answer holding your breath. Hmn. It’s not a big deal though. The same shit every year.

”Hmn. It’s not a big deal though. The same shit every year.” Your eyes widen. Holly shit. This has to be more than a coincidence.

”Uh, I have to go.” You don’t bother changing your shirt as you walk past Taehyung and leave a bewildered Seokjin behind. You remember how this day went. It was freaking yesterday! The same walk of shame. The same football hitting you straight in the head while you were walking back to your dorm and the same girl sleeping in your best friend’s bed when you open his door. This. Day. Fucking. Happened. So why are you reliving it again? Was it just a nightmare like Seokjin said? But it doesn’t answer how you knew that Taehyung will barge in when you change or know that it’s Jin’s birthday today.

You get your stuff and sit through the same lecture hearing the same lesson like before. It can’t be your imagination.

You even get the same texts from Jimin and Seokjin texts you later to remind you that he has your earrings. After he mentioned your earrings you knew that it wasn’t a dream. Someone fucking murdered Kim Seokjin last night! He died right in front of you!

You look around weirdly as you enter the coffee shop and Yoongi could tell by one glance that something is bothering you. You order the same drink like before and Yoongi pours the extra milk like prompted. It’s official. You’re going crazy.

”Wild Night?” You keep glaring at your coffee and Yoongi grows even more concerned when you don’t reply.

”It’s just a theory but let’s imagine that- that this day happened before. That you’re in a time loop or something. What would you do?” Yoongi raises one eyebrow at your absurd question but like the good friend he is he actually gives it a thought but before he could answer Jimin appears and janks on your arm.

”Y/N! You can’t just open my door and leave without saying anything. Is it about last night? Seokjin promised that he won’t do anything.” You take a big sip from your drink. This is too much for you to handle. Why does this have to happen to you? What’s more important it’s not you who got murdered why is that only you can remember?

”Sorry I have to go somewhere.” You shake Jimin’s grip off your arm. The boys watch your back disappear and leave without another word. You’re acting strange and your two friends share a look that confirms they both think this is not how you normally act. You ignored your best friend before but this time it doesn’t seem that simple. You look like you have seen a ghost.

You know where to go. Your first idea is to go to the library. You only know one person who is smarter than you and you need all the brain cells that you can get. You find him with his nose buried in a book about atom physics. He looks up to stretch his arms that’s how he spots you.

”Y/N. Done for the day?” Your anxiety melts away when he shows you his dimpled smile you almost forget why you had to come here. Almost. You try to smile back but you were never good at pretending that everything is alright when it’s not. Namjoon pushes his glasses up his nose and makes room for you to sit next to him.

”Joon. I need your help but please promise me that you won’t laugh or think that I’m crazy.” Namjoon can recognise how desperate you are so of course he promises he won’t laugh.

”Y/N, you’re an intelligent woman, nothing that you say will make me think that you’re crazy.” You relax when Namjoon places a comforting hand on your shoulder. You take a deep breath and tell him everything that happened. Your friend listens without interruptions even though you can see his brows furrow when you mention reliving this day again.

The silence is killing you. You think he won’t answer after fifteen minutes pass but then he surprises you with his next words.

”Ok, so what happens next?” Your eyes are big like a fish as you stare at him. You could cry. He fucking believes you!

”I don’t know. This is just the second time this day happens. But Joon I’m scared. What if I really got stuck in a time loop?” You desperately clung to his sleeve, this whole situation makes you angsty. Your head hurt a lot more than yesterday and you already got medicine from Yoongi.

”Just to make sure I got everything. The day started again right after Seokjin died right?” You shudder when you remember what happened. The blood. The way his eyes closed and his body grow limp in your arms. You shake the image out of your head and nod. You got knocked out right after he died and woke up in his bed not a second later. It doesn’t make any sense.

”He might be the key for you to get out of this time loop. Find out who wants to kill him.” You flop on your chair and groan so loud that the librarian warns you to keep it down. You don’t have to say that you ignore it. Getting banned from the library is not your biggest problem at the moment. It doesn’t matter anyway if the day repeats itself again. It’s like this day never happened!

”There’s a single soul in this campus who wouldn’t want to kill him? There are just so many suspects Joon. I don’t even know all the names of the boyfriends of the girls he railed.”

This sounds like a lost cause already. It’s not like you haven’t thought about choking him but you’re not a murderer. How are you supposed to catch one? Seokjin will never believe you either so you can’t even ask for his help. Your headache is getting out of hand too.

”I know it sounds impossible but what else can you do? If you think about it now you have infinite chances to find out. Follow him around the killer will be in his vicinity anyways.”

That’s true you give Namjoon that. ”Thanks for believing me. Even if you don’t I feel better now that I talked to you.” Namjoon’s deep chuckle makes a small smile appear on your face, he hugs you back tightly as if he tries to say everything will be alright. Ok, now you’re determined.

You will fucking find out who wants to kill Seokjin and you’ll give him a run for his money. Or her. Who knows. It could be a jealous one night stand. You use the afternoon to write down all the names that you can think about from the top of your head. You wasted enough time of the day leaving you with not much chance to spy on them so instead, you go to the party a lot earlier than before. Maybe if you stick to his side the whole night he won’t get murdered and the loop will end.

You pat yourself on the back after cooking up this genius idea on your way to the frat house. Unfortunately, even if you arrived earlier it takes time before someone could tell you where to find him and he wasn’t in his room the first time you checked. You find him unconscious in his bathroom later he has your earrings in his hands that makes you think he was about to grab it when you texted him you’ll come and pick it up.

You have less time with him till his eyes close and his breathing ceases. You still cry for him the second time. Everything goes dark and then you’re up again. You’re less confused to wake up in his bed but watching him die the second time makes bile rise in your throat and you make a beeline for the bathroom to get everything out. Jin holds your hair while you puke. He thinks you’re just hungover. Tears are streaming down your face but you’re not sure if it’s because of vomiting or it’s because of something else.

You wash out the taste with water and grab your pants. You don’t even have to look this time to know where it was.

”Happy fucking-” You halt Taehyung before he could finish and you roll your eyes pushing him out to get out of his room too.

”Happy fucking birthday dipshit, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it a million times before!” You storm out angrily and they look after you like you just grew another head or something.

”How did she know that’s what I wanted to say?” Taehyung tilts his head to the side in question but Seokjin doesn’t have an answer to tell. He lets Taehyung whine about wanting to throw a small party for his birthday but Jin wholeheartedly denies his request just like every other year as he gets ready to go to class.

This time you decide to skip all that shit and start right away, you heard that lecture twice already and you have more pressing matters to attend to.

You don’t bother writing down names as you realised it will vanish the minute the day restarts so you make a mental note and start your mission. You have time till the party and you’ll go through at least half of your list before that. You don’t know how much you can take. Watching Seokjin die every time you fail is terrifying. It hits you the same each time too. In a way, you’re glad that you’re the only one who could remember it. It’s better that Jin doesn’t have to relive his death.

You’re sipping on your coffee, again. Yoongi gives you the same look as before and you can’t even blame him for worrying about you. You worry about yourself too. You decide to just go for it and ask the same question as before. Getting a second perspective might give you a better idea of what to do.

While at first Namjoon’s idea seemed good later you had to realise that you don’t have that many leads to start from.

”Do you have another existential crisis or something?” He looks less worried now and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

”Just answer the damn question Yoongi.”

”It’s a time loop where each day turns up to be the same correct? Well, what I would do is easy then.” He shrugs and now you’re intrigued to find out what he might do in this quote fictional possibility.

”Duh. There’s no consequence I would skip school and have sex with a bunch of people.”

Oh. Oh!

You know it’s stupid but your conversation with Yoongi really stuck in your head. You can do anything right now and damn the consequences. Fuck it. You’ll do it. All this time you were stressing about how to stop this loop you could afford just one day to indulge in your fantasies.

This is how you find yourself in front of Seokjin’s door in the middle of the day. You caught him before he could go to his classes. Good. Now you just need to gather the last bits of your courage.

”Taehyung do you mind if we talk in private?” You signal for him to leave but he dumbly stares at you.

”With me?” He points at himself and you visibly facepalm. God give you strength. No. Not strength because someone will be badly hurt in the end. Let’s settle for patience. It’s for the best for everyone in the room.

”No with Jin. I want you to leave and don’t wait up for him because it will take a while.” You shoo him out of the door.

Your hands are flat against his back as you gently push him outside and close the door on his confused face.

Jin is even more confused by your weird behaviour when you lock the door behind him and settle your gaze full of determination in it. Now or never.

Knowing that tomorrow morning this day’s memory will reset you don’t hesitate to pull Jin close by grabbing his collar and smacking your lips together.

Your eyes are closed tightly while Jin looks at you cross eyed like a fish out of water, he can barely comprehend that you’re in his room kissing him. You start to regret this when he doesn’t reciprocate but before you could pull away and spat out excuses to remove yourself from the humiliating situation Seokjin pulls you closer with his big palms resting on your waist. He kisses you back and you eagerly follow his lead.

The kiss is full of passion both of you driven by lust as his hands wander under your shirt and caress your skin. Even just kissing him makes fireworks flash behind your closed eyelids. With his taste and the smooth texture of his moist lips, everything is perfect as he gently nips on your bottom lip.

You moan and he uses the part of your lips to dip the tip of his tongue inside your mouth testing the waters of how far you’re willing to take this. He hesitates only for a second but when you lock your hands around his neck he dives in and intertwines your tongues together in an erotic dance. Your teeth accidentally knock together when he grazes your side with his fingers and finds your ticklish spot. He leaves your mouth in favour to press his full lips on your neck, you can feel his smile on your skin.

”What happened to you not mixing with the likes of me?” You roll your eyes at his mockery he won’t remember this either way so you don’t hold yourself back for the first time around him.

”Shut up and fuck me.” Your retort earns an airy chuckle.

You pull him back by his hair and kiss him hard you put every emotion that you feel for him as you lock lips.

Your frustration, attraction and something that you rather not name are rolled into a ball in the pit of your stomach. Jin responds just as fervently he has his own ball of secrets. Seokjin enjoys when you pull on his hair or when your long fingernails scratch his scalp slightly as you grab a handful of his locks. He doesn’t treat you like a porcelain doll either. He grips your hips until it bruises and controls your movements.

He sets the pace unpractically languid but the fiction his jeans provide is enough for sparks of pleasure to travel to your clothed cunt.

Both of your breathings turned heavy. Any other time you would be bashful to act like an animal in heat grinding on Kim Seokjin’s fat cock while fully clothed but it feels too good – can’t think straight even if you wanted to. The frustration of hearing the same things over and over again; seeing him die and only having time to mourn over it for a couple of seconds it feels nice to give yourself into pleasure for once. Tuning out everything else and just get lost in his calloused touch.

He manhandles you with the right force by the time he tears your clothes away from your body you’re dripping. His smile is fox-like when he feels your slick rubbing off on his fingertips as he teases the outer lips of your cunt. You’re on your back one hand is in his obsidian hair and the other gripping the bedsheets like a lifeline when you feel him make the first swipe with his tongue.

Jin holds your shaking legs apart as he slurps on your arousal soaking in your moans while you soak his sheets.

”Hmn. The best cunt I’ve ever tasted.” Your hole flutters at his flattering words but your mind turns blank when he licks his lips his fingers are running rough circles over your clit. You don’t have time to be shy at how openly he stares at your pussy before he’s back at eating you. Two of his long fingers enter you that has your head thrown back and a loud moan that probably travels around the entire fraternity as he uses his skilled mouth and fingers to bring you to completion.

Jin works the third digit inside while his tongue laps at your cute little nub. He waited for so long to feast on your pussy he’ll make sure that by the time he’s done with you all you could think about is his mouth between your legs. He wants to ruin you for everyone else after him.

”Fuck, please don’t stop!” You’re pulling on his hair hard he can feel some pain but his focus remains on you as he speedily drags his fingers in and out of your tight cunt. His cock throbs just imagining your tightness is wrapped around it instead of his fingers but that time will come too. He’ll have you shaking until then. You sound sweet when you beg he wouldn’t dare interrupt the moment of complete bliss overtaking your features all thanks to his mouth on you.

”Are you going to cum on my fingers? Tell me baby how does it feel to get fingered by the campus playboy Kim Seokjin? Will you let me fuck you with my big cock too? You want that don’t you?” All you can do is nod he’s fucking you dumb with his fingers and you’re salivating at the thought of having his cock inside you if it would feel anything like this. The rumours are true about his skill in the bedroom now you can understand why they keep coming back for more.

You cum around his fingers when he lowers his head to suck on your clit harshly. He lets you drive out your high on his tongue as he diligently slurps on your sweet essence. He only pulls away when you push his head back his warm tongue started to get too overwhelming on your pulsing cunt.

He barely lets you get your breathing under control before he helps you on your knees licking the last remains of your cum from his swollen lips. He’s sweet enough to place one of his pillows underneath you so your knees won’t be sore once he’s done with you. The thoughtful gesture is in contrast with what he’s planning to do with your mouth that’s for sure.

Jin cups your cheeks and caresses your skin while you remove his pants and underwear. He gathers your hair into a low ponytail and watches you lick a long stripe up the length of his cock.

His dick twitches to be in your mouth but you place kisses all around his shaft before you decide to lick the tip teasingly. The precum is salty on your tongue it makes you keep coming back for more. Jin lets you do your exploration at your own pace he doesn’t force you down on his cock with the hand in your hair and you’re thankful that he lets you get used to his huge grith that will probably leave your jaw aching for days.

His dick is heavily coated with your saliva aiding his cock to easily slip down your throat as you part your lips. His previous self control is in shambles as he keeps your head down forcing you to take deep breaths through your nose and concentrate on not to gag.

He lets you pull back after a minute. ”Ready baby?” You nod and let his hand push you back down on his grith. His moans fuels you to suck and lave your tongue around his pulsing length every time you bob your head. Jin lets you do this until he’s certain that you’re ready to take what he’s going to give you. No one can be fully ready for how he plans to destroy your mouth.

Your saliva is dripping down your chin as he keeps your face in place with both hands fingers tightly intertwined in your hair while his hips work his cock in and out. Your eyes are blurry with tears the way he keeps hitting the back of your throat makes you gag every so often. Your nails dig into his hipbone sending pleasurable pain up his spine. You’re doing better than anyone before. Jin admires your mouth stretched around his cock.

You let him fuck your throat the way he always wanted it you put your complete trust in his hands. He could feel the bulge every time he shoves his hips and his hand wraps around your throat to feel it expand under his touch. Jin can’t decide what he wants to do more. Kiss your tears away or make more stream down your face. You clearly enjoy him using you as you moan around his length repeatedly.

You can tell he’s getting extremely close to shooting his load down your throat. His moans turned higher in pitch and when you look up from behind the tears you see his eyes tightly closed with his mouth open as ragged breaths leave him. He pulls you off his cock before he could cum.

Your face is a mess but Jin thinks that you look hot with unshed tears in your eyes and saliva pooling by the corners of your lips that you get rid of with the back of your hand.

”Your mouth is the best. Fuck. I almost couldn’t control myself to pull back on time.” You giggle. Your throat is sore and your jaw is aching but seeing how Seokjin is wrecked by your mouth is worth all the tears.

”On all fours. I’m going to fuck you now.” You move embarrassingly fast too eager to feel him inside to care how excited you look at the moment. Your heart beats a little faster when you hear Jin’s low chuckle. He could get used to this view with your ass up in the air waiting like a good girl to get fucked by him from behind. You listen when he tells you to spread your legs wider so he could get a full view of your dripping pussy. You know he touches himself while observing your submissive position on his bed you can hear the wet sound of his fingers that are tightly wrapped around his big cock. You tell him that you’re on the pill so he doesn’t need to use a condom. The only good thing about this time loop is that you don’t have to worry you’ll get pregnant. Usually, he doesn’t relent when someone wants him to go in raw but because it’s you he just nods and lines himself up with your opening. It’s been a while he felt someone without the rubber in between and he really wants to feel you.

”Such a tight pussy. When was the last time someone fucked you baby?” It’s hard to think when you can feel his wide tip circle your hole and then pushes in without warning. Inch by delicious inch. Both of you moan at the feeling. He’s so big and you’re so tight. The perfect fit in your opinion.

”I- I don’t know!” He sets a fast pace from the beginning. It’s not the time for you to memorise every ridge of his cock or how deliciously it curves and taps on your sweet spot.

No, he’s fucking you fast and hard that ensures your sole focus is on his moans and how big he is stretching your walls and pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow and in a way. There isn’t.

You feel yourself tighten around him you’re getting close to cum again and feeling how Jin’s motions grew erratic and sloppy he must be close too. Your mouth sucking him off made him sensitive and your pussy is making it hard for him to hold off until you cum as you keep swallowing his length. Each thrust of his hip is followed by the loud squelches of your juices.

Seokjin knows what your body needs without you having to tell him. He pulls you back by your shoulders and drapes one hand around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. The other snakes down your body and rubs your clit to finally feel you cum around his big cock while he hammers into you like his life is depending on it. You cum around his length with a loud moan.

Nothing of this act is romantic but you were not coming here looking for that. You needed a distraction and he served you right.

He makes a mess of your pussy after another set of sloppy thrusts, coating your walls with his sticky seed.

All you want is to bask in the afterglow with his spent cock within your walls and rest between his strong arms but you need to go. You can’t have the luxury of rest when there’s life on the line.

Ok, so the cheerleader team is off the list of suspects they have practice all day for the game tonight and the coach told you that everyone is there since early in the morning and won’t leave anytime soon so it’s not one of them. Not an angry boyfriend either. Either they have already broken up or have an alibi. This is the first time that you’re not by his side when he dies and there’s a strong grip on your heart. He must have been so scared and alone.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. For a change, it’s nice to have his arms wrapped around you and just lay in his bed. It smells just like him. You’re soon out of options you checked every suspect and they turned out to be all innocent. You have no idea why or who kills him. Yes, Seokjin has flaws and he’s sometimes not the smartest cookie on the plate but he’s still human. He doesn’t deserve this.

No one does.

You need to try something different. The only thing you can think of is following Jin around and see if you could catch someone suspiciously lurking around him. You hide behind the building and wait till he goes to class.

He’s walking with Taehyung as they chat. You don’t see anyone looking at him with a murderous glance but it doesn’t mean that person is not out for blood.

There’s nothing weird so far.

He goes to class and hangs out with his friends. There’s around five o’clock that he separates from the others and you think this will be it.

You follow him carefully, you’re confused about what he’s doing in the medical building until the nurse opens the door and immediately latches onto his lips. You stare at him as he makes out with her in shock.

”Missed me babygirl.” Ew. You’re about to throw up again but for a different reason. You really didn’t want to hear that. Or see them all over each other. Technically you know that he doesn’t remember his time with you yesterday because, for him, yesterday didn’t happen. It’s still fresh in your memory though. They look around before she drags him inside and you hear the lock snap in place. You were able to hide behind the wall in time so they didn’t see you. You don’t want to wait around and hear their noises but something compels you to wait another minute.

For the first time since you started this investigation, this seems like a strong motive for someone to kill him.

Aha! There’s someone hiding you caught their silhouette behind the opposite wall. This person probably saw what you just did.

Him?! No fucking way! He can’t be the killer, right? It would be messed up. You don’t think this through but you approach him.

Taehyung jumps when he feels your hand on his shoulder he nods when you motion for him to follow you with a head tilt. He’s not even trying to defend himself! He right away admits that he wants to kill his best friend!

”Ch, he’s not my best friend. Only that fool thinks that. I was with her first! But then he came and now she doesn’t want to see me anymore!” You’re taken aback by how much anger he has bottled up inside. Everyone around campus knows him as a cheerful and friendly person but this man in front of you, you don’t know him. There’s something crazy in his eyes.

You try to stop him from walking away but he rips his hand out of your hold and sends you a mean glare. Something that Taehyung shouldn’t be capable of doing. ”I don’t want to hurt you but I will if you stand in my way.” He leaves you behind with those words and a terrifying chill runs down your spine at how serious he looked at the moment.

This is really not what you were expecting. You need to find a way to keep Seokjin safe.

Your back is against the wall as you wait for him near the stairs. Knowing that’s the only way he can go to leave the building.

You could tell that he was fucking her the minute he rounds the corner, his hair is messy and there’s a large fresh hickey on his neck. You feel disappointed even though you don’t have the right to feel this way. You feel betrayed and hurt. He fucked you once and he can’t even remember it! Get yourself together. Your only goal is to keep him alive and then you can go back to hating him. That’s how things should be – you long ago accepted the fact that you don’t have a chance. He’s clearly not looking for a relationship. You didn’t think he would fuck a married woman though and after talking to Taehyung, this is just too messy.

Jimin always told you that he secretly likes you. It doesn’t seem like that to you. You’re really disappointed and he can see it on your face as soon as your eyes lock.

His eyes widen in surprise as he sees you. Now he knows that you know.

”Y/N. What a-are you doing here?” You bite your lip to keep your words to yourself. It’s none of your business who he’s with. You’re not together.

”We need to talk.” You simply say. Jin doesn’t like how calm you look. You don’t show him if you’re hurt you just look. Disappointed. It hurts him more than if you would lecture him for sleeping around with a married woman.

”I have something important to tell you. You need to promise you’ll believe what I’m about to say. We can only do this if you cooperate with me.” You drag him out of the building but you let his hand go once you arrive at the back where no one will listen to your conversation. You hope that Taehyung is not lurking around here somewhere. He did threaten to hurt you if you intervene.

Jin wants to feel your hands in his a little longer but lets you pull away. You’re probably disgusted by him. It hurts but he could understand.

Well. Your talk doesn’t go how you expected. He refuses to listen when you bring up Taehyung. It’s sad how he spat out that they’re not friends and see now Seokjin defend him with every fibre of his being.

”Just because you’re jealous you can’t go around accusing my friends of wanting to murder me!” You take a step back as he raises his voice. Of fucking course. You’re jealous huh.

”I’m telling you the truth! Me jealous? Not everything is about you you know. But what do you know? You can’t even imagine what I’m going through to help you!” You storm off before he could see the tears shine in your eyes. Your words hit him harder than he would like to admit. Not everything is about you you know. Oh, he knows. His own parents don’t bother to even call on his birthday. He knows how insignificant he is even to his family.

”Well at least I have a life. It’s not your fucking business who do I fuck in my free time.” His words are uncalled for but your words hit home. He regrets it as soon as you turn around and leave him standing there.

You’re sure Taehyung will do it tonight at the party. You can’t afford the luxury of mopping around when there’s a killer on the loose.

It goes the same way every night. You didn’t want to do this but it’s for his own good. You cornered Seokjin in his room and managed to handcuff him to the bed. It comes in handy that he’s a kinky little shit. You shut the door and turn the lock, the party will start soon. You need to start prepping.

You rolled a chair in front of the door and sat down the baseball bat you borrowed from Jimin’s room will be a good start you thought to defend yourself. You’re scared and Jin can see how you glace at the door every so minute. He starts to believe that you really told him the truth.

You hear the doorknob turn but when he can’t open the door he starts kicking it. Both you and Jin jump now he’s scared too. You bet it’s the first time that you got here before him.

You place your finger in front of your mouth to signal for Seokjin to keep quiet and he nods obediently this time.

You open the voice recording on your phone and Jin’s are ready to dial 911. You hope your plan will work. Your life is on the line too and you’re not sure the day will reset if you die with him.

”Hey Jin it’s me Tae. I just want to talk can you open the door?” You shake your head when Jin perks up at hearing his best friend’s voice. His voice does sound normal but you remind him how he kicked the door with force when he realised it’s locked. His mask started to show the cracks.

”He’s not here I made sure he’s somewhere far and safe from you!” Your hand shakes like crazy but your grip on the baseball bat remain strong.

”You bitch I told you to not stand in my way! He doesn’t care about you Y/N! He’s just playing with you as he does with everyone else while he’s fucking the nurse for fun.” Jin recoils as he hears the malice in Taehyung’s voice. The realisation dawns upon him that in the end, you were right. The man he thought was his best friend is here to fucking murder him!

”It doesn’t matter. Yes. He’s a playboy but it doesn’t mean he deserves to die! But Taehyung, killing him is not how you should solve this problem. I’m sure he would understand if you just sat down and talked about this like adults.” Jin really had no idea that she fucked around with Taehyung and left him once he came into the picture. She manipulated Taehyung to hate on his best friend.

Jin dials the cops in the bathroom just like you instructed him whilst you serve as a distraction.

You kept talking till the police arrived and caught Taehyung.

He almost got you. You don’t know where he found that axe but you were terrified that he’ll break through the door. Fortunately, the police arrived before anyone’s blood could have been shed. You saved Jin and that’s what matters.

Knowing that your words won’t be enough you gave them the recording you made with your phone. In the end, the loop ended.

After you’re done with your testimony you find Jin leaning against the ambulance they checked up on you both for injuries and gave you blankets since it’s a cold night. You could tell that what happened shook him up and you don’t blame him. It’s pretty hard to wrap your mind around it. You can’t even imagine what Seokjin might feel right now. Your heart hurts for him as he keeps shivering under the thick blanket. He goes back to the station to answer more questions but they told you that you’re free to go. So you let him go and walk home.

The air is pretty weird between you after that. He’s not avoiding you per se but there’s this tension that nobody can understand other than you and him.

Jimin and Yoongi tried to get you to talk but if you told them the truth they would certainly think that you’re crazy. If anything you’re just glad that you don’t have to watch him die again right before your eyes. The image left a deep scar on your heart already.

You’re surprised to find Jin knocking on your dorm room one day. It’s been a week since you last talked to him and another since the incident. He apologised for not believing you but you dismissed the conversation pretty soon. The words he told you still hurt. You wanted to get out of the room.

There are times when you wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. You don’t get much sleep nowadays. The loop left a permanent trace on you.

”Hey. Can I come in?” It’s late you’re not sure how he even got in when the gates closed around an hour ago.

You don’t question him instead you nod and open the door wider. You can’t avoid the topic forever. You were expecting him to come and see you. Didn’t think he’ll come this soon though.

You offer to make tea it keeps your fingers occupied at least until you get yourself together. It’s hard to as he watches your every move but otherwise, it’s silent. You can’t figure out what he’s thinking and his face is blank void of any emotion – so different from his normally expressive features.

”I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” You’re surprised to hear him apologise again. You already told him it’s fine.

”It’s fine. I wouldn’t have believed me too. I know it sounded crazy.” Your chuckle is humourless but Jin smiles in hopes to help lessen the tension.

He clears his throat and takes your hand in his gently next as if he’s nervous to tell you something. You wait patiently till he does gather the courage.

”I’m not seeing her anymore.” You bite your lip nodding. Don’t know otherwise how you should react to this information. You’re relieved to hear it but do you really have the right to feel that way? What you know is that you don’t pull away when Jin kisses you. For him, it’s the first time that you kiss but for you, it already happened. You did more than just kiss. He can’t remember because you were in a time loop. But he tastes as sweet as you remembered.

”I bet it was hard to watch me die every time. I’m very thankful that you saved my life.” You melt into his hug as soon as he pulls you impossibly close and you can feel how his heartbeat mimics your own. Maybe Jimin was right. Maybe Jin does like you. You would like that very much. You can’t pretend anymore that you hate him.

It’s nothing like the first time you had sex with him. Jin treats you like a queen. He pulls your clothes off and each time a new patch of skin appears in front of his hungry eyes he makes sure that you’re covered in his marks and kisses. He worships you covers your body with wet kisses.

He sucks a rosy bud into his mouth while kneading your other breast with his big hand and your responding sigh is soft. You moan and wright underneath him as he travels down your body and places a sweet kiss on your navel.

It’s the first time he tastes your pussy but your mind goes back to the day when he went down on you in his bed before he fucked your throat. His body knows what to do even though his mind didn’t quite catch up to it.

”I’m going to make you mine.” The words are stuck in your throat when he slips two fingers between your folds. You know he loves it when you pull his hair so you do and he growls into your pussy.

Jin intertwines your hand on your stomach as he thrusts his fingers in and out. He looks for your sweet spot and hits it repeatedly when your whines reach his ears. He’s not in a hurry he builds up your pleasure rather than chases it until you combust. Jin makes sure you get there slowly. It makes your high hit even more powerful.

He keeps eye contact as he cleans your soaked folds his tongue dips into your fluttering hole.

You sit up when he’s done tasting you. You impatiently try to take his clothes off, you want to return the favour but Jin stops you. He rolls on a condom and makes you spread your legs.

You question him with your eyes and he catches onto it with a mischievous smile.

”Believe me when I tell you I want your pretty lips wrapped around my cock but it has to wait. I want this time to be all about you.” He plans to make love, tell you without words that you’re not one of his cheap fucks.

”Jin, I love you.” You tell him when he buries the first inch in your pussy. His eyes widen at your confession. He can’t say it yet so he tries to convey his gratitude with a deep kiss as he sinks all the way in. You’re so tight and warm around him. He savours the way he fills you up to the brim like you were made to take his length.

”It’s ok. I know you’ll get there eventually.” You bump your nose with him affectionately and he laughs. He rubs your nose with his and nods. Jin fucks you like he means it all night. Slowly and deeply full of meaning between chaste kisses. This time you have time to memorise every ridge of his cock as he pulls you close and marks up your neck.

”You’re mine now right?” Seokjin hopefully asks and you coo how cute he looks. Your fingers tighten around his soft locks of hair. So shy while he’s still buried in you.

”Only if you’re mine too but I have to warn you I don’t like to share.” He slips his tongue into your mouth after you both giggle.

”That’s fine by me gorgeous.”

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The Lost Korean Soldier Vol.1

Synopsis• A woman stumbles upon an unconscious man in a park and her life jumps from ordinary to extraordinary!

Genres• Romcom, Romance, NSFW, Jungkook is a pervert and a chubby chaser so watch out for that, Noncon touching, Violence, Jungkook is a little degrading.

Duos• Soldier! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

The purple writing is Korean

♡ The TagTeam ♡ @lolalee24 @mwitsmejk

Why do I always have to get the coffee? Why not Ji Sung?! The guy takes two steps, and He's there and back with time to spare! They send the chubbiest and slowest person to do a coffee run. Fine! You know what!? I'm gonna take my sweet dandy time.

They'll be lucky their coffee hasn't frozen over by the time I get back. As a matter of fact, it's a beautiful day to take a stroll in the park...

Mid-mornings on weekdays is genuinely something to be treasured. So often, people are at work, and the children are in school; there's gotta be somewhere in the shade to sit. Perfect! A hidden bench shaded by a tall red oak tree with a great view of the lake. Seems like an excellent spot for procrastinating.

"Ah." The bench is a bit dusty, and it's wooden; unlike the other one in the park, the grass is untamed, there's a possibility they don't expect people to come this far. But, I don't understand why not, beautiful flowers, the peaceful sound of the lake passing by, a soulless foot sticking out from behind the beautiful mystic red oak tree....soulless foot? Oh my god! A foot!

My heart was in my throat as I crept my way around the tree. The grass crunch underneath my heels, my eyes trailed up the foot to its calve.

Is he-he dead? God, my hands won’t stop shaking.

I clambered to the body, hovering the crook of my index inches from his nostrils. Everything finally stopped spinning. He's alive, Was he robbed blind, beaten, and left for dead? They even took his clothes.

"Hello, I need an ambulance! I found a man unconscious in the park...yes, I checked. He's breathing fine but he's badly beaten...Ok, I will stay put. Thank you." I wanted to turn him over to see if there's any visible damage on his chest or abdomen but I don’t think I should out of respect for his modesty.

I might have an enough time to buy a blanket for the store across the way before the paramedics arrive.

Huff...Huff Huff! I haven’t run in years! Ugh! I’m getting horrible flashbacks for my middle school days….Good, they haven’t arrived yet, but I can hear the sirens, so I’m just in the nick of time.

I draped the blanket over him before turning his face up. “How Handsome.” Even with a gash across his cheek, his doll-like features stick out like a sore thumb, long, pretty eyelashes, cute beauty marks hidden on his face-

“Mmm.” He groaned, fluttering his lashes teasing me as if he would open them just fell back to sleep.

When the paramedics took him into their care, I thought that was the end of the line between the two of us, never to cross pathways ever again. However, I should invest in a stronger eye prescription because I failed to see the red string attached to my pinky.

Returning to the office empty-handed wasn't as bad as I imagined; apparently, a gang of psychos snatching up people of minority, taking them to god knows where. So thankful my co-workers were more worried about my well-being than their coffee.

Burring...Burring...Burring

"Hello, This is-"

"I'm sorry for interrupting you, but is this a Ms. Y/N Valentine?"

"Yes."

"This is a nurse from John Hopkins regarding your spouse's status as of right now; he's not suffering from any critical damage."

Well, that's good to hear, but I didn't remember giving any of the E.M.S my contact information, so how did they know to call me...Wait, Spouse?!

"Yet, Having him, our care is limited due to us lacking any information about him, including healthcare providers." She sighed. " I know it's a terrible policy, but if we can't receive any healthcare data, we have to discharge him even if his condition takes a turn for the worse."

Did she just sniffle? “No-No tears, It's alright. I'm headed down there as we speak. I will see you when I get there...ok?”

“Oh-Oh, ok,” I could actively see her wiping her tears and smiling at my voice. She must be a young nurse.

I sighed, getting up from my desk. “Ji-Sung, I'm leaving first.”

“Are you okay?… It’s not often you leave first.” Ji-Sung cocked his brow. “ Do you need company-“

“Don’t worry, I’m alright. I will see everything tomorrow.” I paid my respects, calming as possible, walking out the building, then be once out of sight, I bolted down the sidewalk like a bat of hell. The last thing I want is for that little nurse to have a panic attack.

“Hello, Oh, Are you Mrs. Valentine?” The nurse had sparkles in her eyes when she catches a glimpse of me. “ Follow me; your husband is in room 713.”

Again with this “He’s not my-” why does she walk so fast!?

Let the record show I hate hospitals...There’s a long story behind the wrong way, but to sum it up, I find this place a hundred percent creep city-I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it-

“Well, Well, Well. Look who's in the hospital?” Lucy Silvers, My best friend since We were in diapers, became a successful doctor, and well, I became an accountant; back then, We would dream about going to the moon and being the first humans to make a peace treaty with the Martians, but now we pray to have a typical day. “ What brings you down to this side of town?”

I pointed to the man in the bed.

......?!

Beep...Beep...Beep

"So you're telling me you found him this way?"

"Yes."

"No ID, no wallet-"

"He was the buff when I found him-Oh I'm sorry I get to the chance to look for clues; I thought his life was too meaningful."

"Jeez, I just asking."

“Well, You want the bad news first or the bad news.”

My, what a wild variety. Taking my slight irritable silence for a response, Lucy continued.

“With Identification as far we are concerned, his man’s name is John Doe...at this, until he wakes up and another bad news somebody might have wanted this man dead, the destruction to his body is gruesome, this man wasn't just badly beaten he was tortured; Several fractured ribs, multiple stab wounds, cigarettes burns..you name it...Who knows when he will wake up?”

Lucy smiled. “ Thank his lucky stars, someone like you came along, or else his condition would have worsened...You’ve been holding that bag for a while now; what's up with it.”

“Oh, I stopped by Walmart and bought him some clothes-I hope he can fit him.” I bought a small in everything-I felt it was a safer choice to get sweatpants than jeans since I don't know his actual size and a sweatshirt to match. Along with some slippers.

“Remember in Kindergarten, When I asked you to marry me?” Why would she suddenly bring up at? " I still do."

I playfully rolled me eyes.

“Aish!” The stranger screamed out of the blue, sitting up from his dormant state, scaring the daylights out of Lucy and I. He frantically observe the hospital room until his big doe eyes fall on me. “A woman?!”

“He’s speaking a different language.” Lucy raised an brow. “It sounds South Korean from the dialect.”

“Do you know Korean?” I tried to calm him down by slowing walking over to the bed. “It’s okay, Sir, You were hurt pretty bad so I bring you to the hospital but right now you need to lay down and-“

He cut me off by gripping my wrist and bringing it up to his face. “ You’re not married?! A plump little peach like you.”

I don’t have a clue what he’s saying but by the way he’s staring he looks like a love sick puppy.

“I think he likes you.” Lucy giggled, finding this hilarious. “Unfortunately, The only who speaks Korean is on Vacation, Mr. Yoo.”

I snatched my hand out his grip to face Lucy. “You only have one multilingual person in this facility?!”

Lucy shrugged. “It’s HR’s doing, I don’t hire people.”

Unbelievable-wait..Ji-Sung is Korean! It’s 11:45am, He would be at lunch right now. I hope he doesn’t mind me bothering him.

I was about to walk out before the stranger yanked my arm and held me into his arms. I struggled putting my hands against his chest.

“ Where are you going? It’s dangerous going out without a man by your side. I’ll keep you safe, Peachy” He rested his head on my chest and rubbed his hands around my chubby waist. “I love the way you fit in my hands.”

Slap!

“Y/N, Take it easy, He’s literally still in the hospital.” Lucy scolded.

The stranger’s cheek glowed crimson, his jaw clenched and pressed tongue against the inner of his cheek.

“What!? And let him touch me any kind of way…I’m going to get someone who can understand him. I will be right back!”

He chuckled and watched your hips as you left. “Fuck, She’s cute.”

#bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts imagination #bts imagine #bts smut #bts namjoon #bts run #bts #bts army #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #bts x chubby reader #chubby reader #yandere jungkook x reader

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noritoshiikamo · 4 years ago

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So for the request, I know that he is a curse and they are supposed to be bad but I swear Choso is a sweetheart and I'd die for him. He deserves to be loved and taken care of. Soo Can I have a drabble with him, his wife reader and maybe a lil son/daughter? Some domestic shit, like uhh brushing and braiding each other's hair, cooking, cuddling etc.

This all cane to my mind after this:

ANYWAYS I'D DO ANYTHING FOR HIM UWUU🥺

hana

part 3 of ? husband choso series uGH SOFT CHOSO AND LITTLE BROTHER YUJI jkfwrhfkbf anyway here's some soft husband choso with a kid I HOPE THIS IS ENOUGH DOMESTIC CHOSO FOR YOU also beware at the ending, slightly suggestive because it's me, i like smut LOL anyway ENJOY!!

it started with two faint lines on the night of her graduation.

he was still in her robe and mortarboard, flipping the tiny tassel front and back amusingly. they came home from a night of celebrating but despite holding a master’s degree in one hand and another around his bicep, she was upset. knowing his wife well, he decided to not bring it up until they were home, trying his best to cheer her up before offering to drive her home and called it a night after 2 hours into the party.

she wasn’t the only one with a piece of paper to flex; choso now has a driving license.

she kicked her heels off and immediately disappeared into the bathroom, slamming it shut. folding the robe gently on the chair along with the cap, he put the electric kettle on and pulled out two cups with the intent to make sure that she'll have a cup of warm calming tea ready to sober up. his fingers tapped the marble countertop, wondering if he should go and knock on the door. he closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the cupboard. his mind roamed around, the sound of the kettle hissing was loud, but his mind snapped when he heard his name.

“choso,” she called out.

he turned around instantly. his wife held up a stick, where there was two faint red lines in the small window. choso’s face scrunched in confusion. “what does that mean? are you having a fever?” he asked, which she laughed with tears streaming down her face. he was immediately by her side, concerned by her sudden outburst of emotions, pulling her in his arms and asking if she was alright. she couldn’t help but to laugh even louder when she heard him talking about how weird this thermometer is and how does one read it. she cupped his face and focused him to her.

his eyes widened as her lips moved; “i’m pregnant.”

“what?”

“my friend told me i look bloated. asked me if i was finally letting it go, and not care about my weight anymore and asked what did i eat to gain a lot of fat since she wanted to do the same. and then another asked me if i was pregnant. so yeah, i figured why not and hey, look,” she took his hand and rested gently on her belly, “so now, i have little human in me.”

and that was 5 years ago.

she couldn’t help to smile as she watched the little pitter patter of their tiny human, screaming as she ran around the sofa, with a clearly exhausted but still giggling choso on her trails. “she doesn’t want to wear her pants,” he whined, pouting at the mom before returning to the tiny human, “baby, come on. please put on your pants.” like she had understood his every word, the toddler shook her head, giggling with drools down her face.

hana is the name given to their firstborn.

she’s mixed of them; locks of black hair that was always up in two tiny buns like her father and her mother’s beautiful eyes. she hadn’t shown any possibility of carrying his cursed gene, something they both had been so grateful enough when they first confirmed their pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop the child from possibly continuing her family line of sorcerer. something they’ve been keeping their eyes out ever since she’d turn 3.

“you need help, choso?”

“no, no, i got this. just, give me a minute and i’ll give you your child with perfectly worn pants.”

the child shrieked as the father got closer and ran straight into the protective arm of the mother. “got em!” she held the child up to the father. "nooo," hana cried when she realised her mistake. she pouted, willingly letting her father put the pants over her diaper. finally, choso sighed mentally.

“dada,” she called out, holding her hands out to choso. “yeah, yeah, come here,” he smiled, happily taking his little bundle of joy, gently tugging on her tiny nose, “hana, why is it so hard for me to catch you huh?” he complained to the little one and the wife returned to the stove, ears couldn’t help but to listen to them.

every time choso talks, she would listen attentively before reply with gibberish of english and japanese which her father would’ve thrown his hand up and be like exactly! see only you would understand me, child, and she’ll nod with a laugh, as if she understands everything.

their house has been everything but quiet ever since she came into their life.

she didn’t understand his obsession with the name hana and why she had agreed on it. possibly because they didn’t even pick any names yet at all up to the night where her water broke. they didn’t even know what the gender was; something they had agreed on to wait until the birth. so, at that point, she was willing to agree with anything if it meant choso would’ve shut up. “it has a lot of meaning, look!” he held the ipad to her face as she was easing into her fifth contraction of the night. “choso,” she let out a weak cry, “will you shut up if i say yes?” he laughed, nodding before bringing his hand up to his lips, planting kisses after kisses.

when the last push birthed her a daughter and the doctor placed the bloody crying baby in her arms, from the sparse black locks and the hopeful eyes of it, she just knew that hana is the perfect name for it. her tiny smile alone was enough to cure her exhaustion away from the 20 hours of labour .

without her, there isn't any point of life for both of them.

a pair of arms around her waist pulled her back to reality; she felt heads resting on both of her shoulders. “is dinner ready? you need help, mama?” he asked, pressing a kiss on her cheek; something hana instantly picked up and followed. the mother giggled at the feeling of their wet lips against her cheeks, “almost. would you mind airing her rice out? i don’t want it to be too hot for her.”

“yes, mother,” he teased leaving the wife alone with the child in his left arm.

choso has been the better parent than her; understandably due to her busy schedule despite her being hana’s favourite. she couldn’t remember any time where she woke up to a crying hana and choso didn’t shoot out of the bed instantly, feet running towards their daughter’s crib. “i got it, don’t worry. sleep, you have work tomorrow,” he shooed her away, rubbing the child’s back with his huge hand, whispering dada’s here. something unspoken between them was that he gets hana for the weekdays, and she gets hana for the weekend.

“anyway,” her train of thoughts halted, “her uncle yuji agreed to take hana in for the weekend. don’t worry, kugisaki is going to be there, so hana should be fine.” she smiled as he pressed a kiss on her cheeks, marching towards the dinner table. hana’s ears perked up at the mention of yuji, her favourite uncle and she squealed, calling out for choso’s little brother’s name excitedly. “yayy, uuji, uuji!” he placed her in the baby seat, tightening the seatbelt before handling her a piece of cut off fruit which she eagerly sucked on.

he was back, latching desperately onto her. “finally, a weekend just the two of us,” he sighed against her ear; his chest rested against her back. away from her daughter’s line of view, he planted a kiss on her neck while his free hand roamed under her shirt. a little oh came out of his lips as he realised she was completely bare underneath the thin shirt.

her chest fluttered at the way he looked at her; she could see a hint of lust in his dark eyes and his smile carried a different meaning. her cheeks instantly flushed, and she found herself clenching on nothingness.

weekend could not reach fast enough.

#unabashednightmarepizza #writing: fics #writing: request answered #will i ever stop writing choso as choco probbaly never #choso #choso x reader #choso fluff #choso x y/n #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #choso headcanons

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incomingalbatross · 3 years ago

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GF Fic: (Insert Time-Related Pun Here)

Having a birthday on the last day of summer was great when you were a kid.

When you were in college and vacation ended somewhere in the last third of August? Not so much.

“Grunkle Ford, I...I don’t think Mabel and I can make it to Gravity Falls,” Dipper confessed, the day before his twenty-second birthday.

“Is it the travel time?” Ford asked from the other end of the phone. “If your usual transportation is too slow, we can call in a favor or two for you kids—I know plenty of entities that would be happy to give you a lift as a birthday present—”

“No, I know, I know,” Dipper said, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “And I really appreciate that, Grunkle Ford, I just...it’s not the travel, it’s being there. The other years we’ve been in college, our birthday was always on a weekend—last year was a Monday, but we spent that year with you guys instead of in school—”

“Thank goodness that seer tipped us off about her vision of 2020!” Ford agreed. “Taking a gap year to sail the Arctic with us was definitely the right decision for you two.”

“Right? Half a semester of online classes was more than enough. But—I mean, maybe it’s being back in school after being gone for a year, maybe it’s just early-semester problems, but...” Dipper sighed. “It’s just, I’m taking five classes, and I’ve got a TA job this year, and I’m getting back into the DD&MD group again and maybe planning to DM a oneshot as a Halloween event, and...” He sighed again. “It all looked much more manageable on my schedule. It was color-coded and everything!”

Grunkle Ford hummed noncommittally.

“Yeah, I know,” Dipper admitted. “Not the first time I’ve overbooked myself.”

“Not quite, perhaps. But it’s very good that you’re learning to recognize it and take steps to take care of yourself—when I was in college, I burned out routinely.”

“Mabel would sic the ‘Self-Care Fairy’ on me again if I didn’t learn.” The “Self-Care Fairy” was a truly terrifying onslaught of Mabelness, complete with costume and character voice, and would not go away until its subject had reached an acceptable level of well-being and had examined their mistakes. “Which is why...I have to cancel. If I came to Gravity Falls, even with instant travel, I’d only be able to get there around like 5:00 PM and I’d be stressed and anxious the whole time. And then I’d get back here exhausted and with no homework done and with class tomorrow, and...I just don’t think I can afford that.” Dipper paused, a knot twisting in his stomach. “I’m really sorry, I wish we could come...”

“Of course, Dipper, we know you do!” Grunkle Ford hastened to assure him. “Don’t feel sorry for us—of course we’d love to see you, but we just had the summer together. I’m just sorry you’re so short on time.” There was a moment’s silence.

“But how is Mabel doing? Is she facing the same challenges?”

“I mean, sort of.” Dipper smiled ruefully. “She kept trying to figure out some solution so that we could have our usual birthday and everything would work out, but...neither of us could come up with anything that would actually work. And she’s really busy too. She jumped back into school full steam ahead, and she’s got her Etsy store, and all her social groups to keep up with—you know she’s better at managing her energy than I am, but it’s still a lot.”

“I understand that,” Ford said. “You both do what you need to to keep up with your responsibilities, okay? We’re very proud of you both, you know.”

Dipper swallowed around the lump in his throat. “I know, Grunkle Ford.”

“Well, then, I’ll let you go—I imagine you have plenty to do right now! We’ll get in touch with you tomorrow, even if only by text.”

“Thank you, Grunkle Ford! Mabel and I are going to video-call at some point, we think, so there’s that. Say hi to Stan and Soos and Melody and the kids and everyone for me?”

“Of course, my boy. Have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The call disconnected, and Dipper sighed, throwing himself down on his bed. After a minute, he picked up his phone again and texted Mabel.

Just called Ford and canceled plans. He said to take care of ourselves and that he and Stan are proud of us.

Then he pushed himself into the homework for tomorrow until his phone buzzed.

Aww, of course he did. <3 Thanks for calling, brobro. I wish we could go, but you were right--I’ve got WAY too much booked. Why didn’t we check what weekday our birthday was FIRST???

Dipper snorted. Maybe we’re dumb :/

IMPOSSIBLE, Mabel sent back. Clearly an evil College Schedule Gremlin messed with our brains

Is that the same guy who makes it so you can never take the prereqs you need when you need them?

Yep!! And the one who fogs your brain so you THINK you’ve filled all your requirements until it’s too late to patch up the holes in your plan. His phone buzzed a second time after that text. ...Ugh, maybe there ARE gremlins in all the college systems

It would explain Blackboard, Dipper agreed with a frown. Huh, maybe they should look into that...

Anyway, though, u good for Zoom tomorrow?

Dipper huffed, reminded of the fact that they had no time for a paranormal investigation right now. Yeah, he typed, I can do an hour or so anytime after 5:30.

Cool, I will figure out a time and let you know!! Can’t wait to see your 22-year-old face!! :) Even if it sucks that we can’t party :(

Same, same. TTYL :)

Dipper tossed his phone aside again, shutting his eyes for a minute. It wasn’t just the party that had him down—though he would miss the bash that Gravity Falls usually threw on their birthday. It was...everything.

It was having a birthday without Mabel.

Oh, sure, they would talk, but they wouldn’t be in the same place. That was why, really, he’d hung onto their plans until the very last minute. He’d made it work on paper—taking an evening to travel to Gravity Falls, have a party, and be back in time for the next class—and it just felt wrong to admit defeat, to compromise on something this important. Their birthday meant the two of them celebrating together, having a good time, acknowledging that it was important.

This year wasn’t going to feel like a birthday at all, Dipper thought glumly.

But no, that was quitter talk. They were going to do their best anyway, because they were the Mystery Twins! Even if the situation was lame. Even if he was going to spend his time on the call with Mabel tomorrow doing homework and/or bursting with stress.

He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. “Why do I always overfill my schedule?” he asked plaintively.

The ceiling didn’t answer.

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Dipper dropped his backpack with a thud on his dorm room floor, hastily unzipping it and digging out his laptop. He was late—he’d left his thermos in his last classroom, and been halfway across campus before he realized and turned around to go get it. He blamed his sleep deprivation (a week in, and his body still hadn’t readjusted to the rhythm of morning classes).

Now, though, he could finally pull up Zoom. He plugged in his headphones as he waited for it to connect (stupid dorm wifi), and was rewarded with an ear-splitting squeal.

“Happy birthday, Dipper!”

He grinned at her beaming face. “Happy birthday, Mabel!”

“Did you get a birthday cupcake?” she demanded. “Or at least a birthday cookie?”

He grimaced. “I got ice cream at the cafeteria, but I had to eat it there,” he confessed. “Here, I’ve got...a birthday candy bar?”

“Hmph.” Mabel looked crestfallen, but plastered a smile on anyway. “It’ll have to do! We can sing Happy Birthday, anyway. One, two, thr—”

Before they could launch into an inevitably out-of-sync rendition of “Happy Birthday,” Dipper heard a loud knock. Judging by Mabel’s startled turn towards her door, she heard it too—

Wait, what?

The knocking repeated. On both their doors.

“..Huh,” Mabel said thoughtfully. With a wordless glance between them, they both unplugged their headphones and went to their respective doors.

“Happy birthday, slugger!” Stan said, grinning, the instant he saw Dipper. Over the internet, Ford’s voice was greeting Mabel at the same time.

Dipper’s jaw dropped.

“Ha!” Grunkle Stan shoved past him into the room. Waving to the camera, he added, “Happy birthday, sweetie!”

Ford peered past Mabel into the screen. “Happy birthday, Dipper, my boy!”

“But—what—”

“Grunkles!” Mabel cried. “...But wait, why not just video call us? Not that we’re not happy to see your wrinkly faces, but you came such a long way!”

“Yeah, exactly,” Dipper said, waving his arm in confusion. “You guys—you know we can’t really visit, right? Even with you with us? We don’t have time. I dont want you guys to waste a trip—”

“But we didn’t,” Ford said smugly. “We came to bring your birthday presents.”

With a flourish, Stan produced something and handed it to Dipper. It looked like...a piggy bank, but with a clock face set into the side?

Mabel gasped. “It’s so CUTE!”

“But what is it, Grunkle Ford?” Dipper asked.

“Simply put, my boy...it’s time.”

“It’s a Time-Savings Bank,” Stan said proudly. “Got our hands on these babies a few months ago, on a little side trip. See, when you’ve got some extra time—like, at night, or when you’re waiting for a pot to boil, or whatever—you can use these gizmos to store it up instead! Then when you need more time, you use the clock to take it back out. Whammo! You squeeze in a few extra hours between the normal ones.”

“Like Daylight Saving Time without the false advertising,” Ford added. “We know you two are short on time right now, but...if you’d like, there’s enough in here to give you and everyone currently at the Mystery Shack a good few hours of spare time. What do you say, kids? Still up for a party?”

“Are we!” Mabel crowed.

Dipper stared at this miraculous device. “But...that’s a lot of hours,” he said. “Where did you get the time?”

Stan barked out a laugh. “You kiddin’, Dipper? We figured from the start that at least one of you would burn out when you went back to school. We’ve been putting time aside in these things for months.”

“...Really?” Dipper said. Somehow, he found himself blinking rapidly, and swallowing down some obstruction in his throat.

Stan coughed uncomfortably, looking away. “I mean, it’s not like we gave you any time we had a use for. Just some odds and ends here and there...every day... Anyway! You kids wanna get this show on the road?”

“YES!” Mabel shouted.

Dipper beamed. “Definitely,” he said. “Absolutely.”

And a few minutes later, when they all found themselves in the Shack (courtesy of one of those “favors” Ford had mentioned yesterday), and Dipper had piled into the inevitable group hug with his twin and his grunkles—and with hours of birthday celebration in front of them all—he had to add, “Best present ever.”

#did i neglect my college homework to write this? yes. yes i did #anyway #happy birthday dipper and mabel!#belated in my timezone but NOT ON THE WEST COAST so it WORKS #gravity falls #mystery twins #dipper pines #mabel pines #pines family #my fic #i did not proofread this At All so...there may be glaring errors #i'll find out later

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dracosaurusrex · 4 years ago

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Bookworms (Draco x Reader)

Summary: Where Y/N and Draco discover that there’s much more to each other than what meets the eye.

Word Count: 11k

Genre: Fluff (slight angst in the beginning); enemies-to-friends-to-lovers ; No Voldy AU

TW: Self-harm but it’s not too much.

A/N: Hi friends! I want to say that I don’t really know where I was going with this, but that would be a lie. So a couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine (we’ll name her @minty-malfoy) posted a tag thread and one of her responses involved her wanting to own a bookshop. It got me thinking of a bookshop romance and ugh YES. With dark academia, how could I not? Fast forward to last week, I ask her for a favor without realizing it was her birthday, and I felt so embarrassed LOL. So, yes, this is your gift my friend. I hope you enjoy it. Keep shining like the light you are!

Besides that, I genuinely hope that if you come across this, you enjoy this big chunggus of a oneshot. I apologize if it’s slow at some parts. I also didn’t proofread the end. I should probably shut up now before I start questioning my writing omll

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Written in pages bound by leather covers are worlds that bring you out of your own. An adventure. An escape. Within that escape sprouts myriads of emotions and thoughts, but what you value the most amongst them all are its gifts of perspective and solace.

Y/N Y/L/N lived the majority of her life with her mother. Her father, who was an auror, passed when she was young, leaving them to surmount the challenges of the world alone. Together, they owned a decent bookshop in Hogsmeade. Its shelves lined the walls, occupying the entire expanse from the floor up to the ceiling. Within them were books of varying genres, filling your senses with the soothing aromas of old parchment, sounds of turning pages, and the feeling of warmth and coziness. To others, this little shop was known as Avenoir Books. However, you knew it as home, your safe space, your comfort zone.

Your mother was the one responsible for introducing you to your love for reading. Growing up, you’d recall the sound of her voice as she read to you--the way that it cradled you with reassurance when times got rough. She always managed to disguise her worries, yet in moments when she thought she was alone, you had witnessed her at her lowest points. It was only within your knowledge that you knew life was difficult, for your mother would shield you from the problems that reality had actually presented to you. She carried the weight of both your worlds on her shoulders, giving you protection by surrounding you with new ones to step into as you sat yourself in the confines of your cozy shop. It was because of her that reading became your refuge, and it remained so when you went away for school at Hogwarts.

Your mother’s resilience fueled your desire to become strong, to become great, to create a new life where you wouldn’t have to see her cry in secret. She was the reason you had been sorted into the Slytherin house in your first year, and she was also the reason why you’d been so successful within your 4 years of schooling by far.

You were a quiet Slytherin, mostly keeping to yourself while observing those around you. The most interesting and exasperating individual of the entire student body was a proud and arrogant boy, Draco Malfoy. He had never picked on you, but there were countless times you had witnessed his relentlessness with others, especially with the Golden Trio. Each and every instance increased your despise for him, furthermore deepening your ardent desire to keep your distance. However, it seemed that the universe had other plans for you today.

Weekdays kept you immersed in bulky textbooks--notes constantly jotted down through endless heaps of parchment. On weekends, however, you swapped your robes for a work apron, helping your mother around the shop. She’d situate herself by the counter and typically manned the ground level, while you’d be propped on a sliding ladder, managing books that sat on shelves higher up. You had a system in Avenoir Books. Customers would typically roam about the main floor, which was occupied by books from famous publishers and authors. However, for books that were more obscure or specialized, customers would head to the counter and gain consultation from your mother. In return, she’d direct them to you, prompting you to slide amongst the shelves in search for the requested titles, genres, or authors.

The store typically had a steady flow of people passing through. You have come across many different personalities and backgrounds throughout your life. Today was quite different, however. The bustling noises slowly died down upon the entrance of a pair of notorious figures, the air suddenly becoming tense. There stood Lucius Malfoy. His chin was pointed up, platinum locks flowing over his shoulders, walking stick in hand, his eyes scanning the shop with a pompous expression on his face. Standing to his side was Draco. He maintained the same look as his father, which soon featured a scowl as it managed to grace his face.

You heard the older man mutter, “Let’s get this over with, Draco.”

The two made their way through the vicinity as gazes were trained on them. Even you stopped what you were doing to observe their actions. Lucius approached your mother, who gave much effort to keep a welcoming smile plastered on her lips.

“Mr. Malfoy, what brings you the pleasure of stopping by?” Her tone was sweet and quite inviting, although it didn’t do much to shift the man’s attitude.

“You have quite the selection here at Avenoir--I’m impressed.” His tone on the other hand was laced with a tinge of venom and arrogance. Lucius' eyes kept trained on the expanses of shelves until they landed on you.

“I assume that’s your daughter, Y/N? Draco’s told me much about her.” You couldn’t decipher whether he meant well, moreover what Draco could’ve possibly said about you to his father. You weren’t aware that the boy even knew of your existence since all you did was keep away from him at all costs.

Your mother responds, “Yes, she’s a fifth year at Hogwarts. I assume your son’s the same?”

“You’re not wrong. Although, that’s not what I’m here for…” As Lucius continues his consultation with your mother, Draco takes the liberty to browse through the various genres of books featured on the ground floor. You don’t move from your position, rather you keep your gaze on him, observing his reactions. He picks up a familiar script. It’s a muggle book entitled, The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa. You witness him flip through the first couple of pages before focusing in on the first chapter. Slowly, you see the scowl begin to leave his face--the tension between his eyebrows dissipates, his lips release the frown that had situated itself there, and his eyes take on a more solemn and concentrated expression. It contrasted greatly to the image he maintained at school. You realized then that when he wasn’t so obnoxious and loud, Draco was actually quite handsome.

“Draco, drop that filthy muggle book!” You weren’t aware of Lucius approaching until the snake embellishment that topped his walking stick violently landed on the boy’s shoulder. You saw him wince in pain as he dropped the book, rubbing the area to soothe the harsh sensation. Before you could react, your mother calls out to you.

“Y/N, Alchemy, Argo Pyrites.” You broke out from your daze and simply nodded in understanding. The duo now had their eyes on you as you charmed the ladder to take you to the location of the book. You actively scanned the spines for the targeted title, releasing a small “aha” when you find it. Once it’s in your hands, you blow off traces of dust and ensure that the book is in mint condition. It doesn’t take you long to make your way down. As you do so, you approach Lucius and lend the book over. He takes his time to check for any disparities before meeting your gaze once again.

“Y/N is it? Pleasure to meet you.” His tone was anything but kind, but you go along with it, doing your best to maintain courtesy.

“Pleasure’s all mine Mr. Malfoy. It’s very kind of you to stop by.”

“Certainly. Draco, say goodbye to your friend, let’s get going.” Draco looks at you from top to bottom before releasing a smirk. With a quick raise of his eyebrows, he turns around and follows his father out of the shop. You watch their figures disappear into the crowd before making your way to your mother.

“Draco seems like a nice boy, doesn’t he?” You scoff and cross your arms in disagreement.

“Oh please. ‘Nice’ is the last thing he’ll ever be.” She gives you a knowing gaze.

“Did you see how his father hit his shoulder? Even I was shocked. That poor boy never saw it coming.” You recall the pained expression that Draco had on his face. You supposed his parents imposed their pureblood supremacist ideals on the boy’s choice of interests as well.

“It’s not like he doesn’t deserve the pity, mother. You should see him at school. Obnoxious! Rude! Arrogant! He bullies others mercilessly!” You expected her face to contort in disgust and disappointment, but she only gave that familiar motherly smile.

“We can’t always assume the extent of a person’s character based on what they show, darling. Similar to how we should not judge a book by its cover.” She emphasized the last point knowing that you would understand. You could never fight your mother. Despite the difficulty of getting to where you were in life, she always embodied grace and wisdom through it all.

She spoke again, “Did you happen to see the book he was reading?”

“It was The Memory Police.” You couldn’t understand why she asked. She approached the book that Draco had dropped and picked it up. When she returned, she looked at you expectantly.

“You’re going to see him again this Monday, are you not?” You nodded, “I want you to give this to him.” Your eyes widened.

“Mother, I couldn’t possibly-”

“No excuses, Y/N! A kind gesture never hurt anyone.” Her tone softens, and you knew you couldn’t say no.

“The look he had on his face reminded me of you when you were younger. Do you remember?” You only sighed, remembering the relief you felt when you cozied up to a book. She continued, “He seemed more peaceful having a little bit of time to escape don’t you think?” Your shoulders, which were once tense, dropped.

You groaned, “Fine! I’ll do it.” Mother, 1, Y/N, 0.

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Throughout the remainder of the weekend, you thought of ways you could slip the book to the platinum-haired boy without having to actually confront him. You couldn’t understand why your mother wanted to reach out to him so bad. Never in your entire life have you seen her extend that much sympathy to a customer before. Ever! That boy is a git. A rich one at that! Everything was practically given to him on a silver plate. Why would he care so much about a measly book?

These questions roamed through your mind as you packed your school bag the following Monday morning. The book was settled on top of your desk, staring and waiting for you to pick it up. With dread, you reluctantly take it and place it into your bag. With one last look in the mirror, you grab your things and make your way to the Great Hall for breakfast. As you enter the massive room, you take a seat by yourself in the Slytherin table. You took a glance to find a familiar blonde mop of hair. All of his friends were there in their usual spot with him being the only one absent, which was weird because he never skipped breakfast. Wanting to get your mom’s task over with, you approach the group. They were chattering amongst themselves, not noticing your presence.

You cleared your throat, grabbing their attention, “Um, hey. Do you happen to know where Malfoy is?” They only looked at you in awe.

“The famous Y/N actually speaks? Didn’t think I’d ever hear a word come out of you.” The girl, Pansy, pointed out. You rolled your eyes.

Another girl, Daphne, kicked the prior’s ankle, eliciting a loud yelp from her. She spoke out, “I’m sorry Y/N. He said he’s not feeling too well, so he’s cooped up in the dorm.” You appreciated the softness of her voice in contrast to Pansy’s strong tone.

“Why do you ask? You never talk to him.” It was Blaise’s turn to chime in.

“I have some business with him.” You stood there, feeling the awkwardness creeping up. Your fingers were twirling the ends of your hair and you casted your gaze elsewhere. They just stared at you, still comprehending the sound of your voice.

“Well?” You asked.

“Ah, yes. He’s in dorm 7.” You nodded your head in appreciation and turned around to leave. You had about an hour before class, giving you ample time to make the delivery and go about with your day. At least that was what you thought.

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Once you enter the Slytherin common room, you make a turn towards the boys’ dormitories. As you take the stairs leading to it, you’re met with a corridor that takes a close resemblance to the girls’. Doors were lined on either side with numbers used to differentiate them--Draco’s room was located all the way down the hall. Oddly enough, the closer you approached it, the more nervous you felt. You never imagined yourself stepping into this part of the dungeons, moreover doing so to drop something off for a boy you despised. You yelled at your mom internally for putting you through this.

The distance between you and the door kept shrinking, and as you drew closer, you began to feel strange. Something was off. The uncertainty looming in the air grew thicker until you finally found yourself standing in front of the room. Before knocking, you press your ear against the entrance. There was complete silence. You also notice that the door was not closed all the way. The animosity you felt towards the boy was gradually replaced with worry and concern.

“Malfoy? Are you in there?” You ask hesitantly. There was no response.

“Draco?” You press your ear further into the door in hopes to pick up any sign of his presence. When you received none, you pushed forward, entering the room with caution. You were met with the sight of a half-made bed, Draco’s robes and uniform laid out on top. His desk still had books turned to different pages, accompanied with an open ink bottle and quill left upon pieces of parchment. All these things, yet still no signs of the Malfoy heir. You stood in your place for a moment, trying to concentrate on his whereabouts. However, your thoughts were interrupted by the subtle sounds of sniffles. Your eyes widened as your focus redirected to locating its source. It was then that you noticed another door leading to what you believed was the bathroom. The noises became more prominent as you walked towards it. You felt nervous and uncertain about what you were going to find. As you wrap your hand around the knob to open it, your eyes widened at the sight of the boy grabbing his wrist, which was dripping with blood. On his side was a razor blade.

You gasped as his eyes met yours, your heart breaking in the process. In front of you wasn’t the same bully everyone knew. No. In front of you laid a half-naked Draco whose eyes were filled with what seemed to be hopelessness, defeat, and fright. Tear stains stroke his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowed with pain. His hair stuck to his forehead as sweat accompanied his tears. The hand gripping his wrist was stained with blood, its pressure only forcing the flow to increase.

“Draco!” You didn’t know what overcame you in that instance. You frantically threw your bag off your shoulders and proceeded to kneel next to him, taking in his wounded arm. The boy retaliated.

“What do you think you’re doing!?” His voice was defensive and strained, but it didn’t faze you.

“I’m trying to save your sorry arse! Look at how much blood you’re losing. Merlin!” You returned a gaze that matched the intensity of his. The concern in your own tone heightened as you dug into the pockets of your robes in search of your wand.

“I don’t want to be saved! Don’t you get it? Leave me alone!” He wriggled in your grasp, only inducing you to tighten the grip you had on him. He gasped at the stinging sensation, tears streaming down his face. Tears began to fill the brim of your eyes.

“Stop spewing nonsense, Malfoy! I can’t leave you and I won’t!” The pained expression on your face caught his gaze. Tears had already spilled over. “Please, Draco. Let me heal you.” The boy stopped his protests upon hearing the desperation that was laced in your voice. You used the back of your hand that was gripping your wand to wipe the tears off of your face. After calming yourself down, you hover your hand over his gashes to perform the healing spell, a serious expression now spreading across your face.

“Vulnera sanentur.” His blood begins to retract back to its origin, the rate of its flow slowing down.

“Vulnera sanentur.” Your wand continues to trace Draco’s wounds. The traces of residue begin to disappear. Draco looks at your concentrated face and then turns his gaze back onto his wrists.

You perform the incantation for a final time, “Vulnera sanentur.” The cuts disappear completely and you let out a sigh of relief. You cast a look at Draco’s stunned face before scanning his shirtless torso. It was also filled with scars that were most likely left to heal on their own. The frown on your face grows as a rush of thoughts suddenly occupy your mind. How long has he been doing this to have this many cuts and scars? Draco, behind his arrogant mask, was alone. You didn’t need him to vocalize that fact for you. It was written across his face. The expression glossed over his eyes longed for the company that he never truly had.

In that instant, you knew your mother was right. You really can’t assume the extent of a person’s character based on what they showed.

“Would it be okay if I took care of you for a bit? I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone like this.” Your voice was soft as you released small hiccups signalling the end of your crying. Draco, who has no energy to object, simply nods. Your thoughts drift to your mother and how she was strong enough to carry both your burdens. As you recalled the love she gave you, the sour feelings that you had towards the boy faded. At that moment your only task of importance was to clean him up.

It was silent the entire time. You picked Draco up and propped him up onto a stool. He did nothing but keep his gaze on you as you walked to and fro in the bathroom. You took a face towel that was hanging on the side of the sink and wet it with cold water. You then wring the towel of excess water and wiped his face. The streaks that the tears made disappeared. You proceeded to his forehead, getting rid of the sweat and pushing his bangs upwards. You then began to wipe his neck, making sure that there was a comfortable distance between you two.

“Chin up.” You demanded. He obeyed, and you wiped over the expanse between both jaws, his throat, and down to his collar bones. You yelled at yourself mentally to focus on the action instead of the curves and crevices outlined by his skin. Luckily, you were able to keep a straight face, making no sign of being flustered whatsoever. You step back to wet the towel again before proceeding to wiping his shoulders. At this point, you began feeling warmth spreading across your face. Draco let out a small laugh.

“Like what you see?” He asks with a broken voice. You snickered at the way he managed to be funny at a time like this.

“I’m only being nice, Malfoy. Don’t let your head get big. Not that it hasn’t already.” You say, giving a coy smile. You gulp discretely as you make your way down his chest. His eyes never leave you. You purposefully wipe that area much faster to prevent you from blushing even more. Once you get to his wrists, you rub circles on the area where the cuts used to be before running the towel over it and to his hands.

“How do you feel?” You ask.

“Better.”

“Good. Cup your hands for me please.” He follows your instruction once again. “Aguamenti.” A stream of water flows from the tip of your wand and into his palms.

“Drink up.” He remains obedient. Once he finishes, you pour in water once again, having him repeat the act. You feel at ease as he gulps the water down. His body still looks limp, and his face still gaunt, but it was a huge improvement considering the state he was in when you walked in.

Your gaze settles on the floor and the stray blade, both covered in dried blood. “Tergeo.” You mutter, cleaning up the mess.

You point your wand to the blade, “Evanesco.” It disappears in an instant. You turn back to Draco. You wrap your arm around his torso and bring him close to you to help him maintain his balance as you step out of the bathroom.

“Where do you keep your sleepwear?” You ask. He points to the cabinet, and you go forth to take out a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You hand him the articles of clothing and turn around to leave him to change.

He laughs, “You’re silly you know? You’ve already seen me half-naked, yet you turn around.” You only shrug and chuckle before turning around to meet his gaze. He leans on the side of the bed, arms crossed.

“I have yet to ask, Y/N. What brought you here in the first place?” You were so absorbed in healing and cleaning Draco that your initial purpose for coming over flew past your mind.

“Oh yes,” You pick up your bag that laid on the floor, and rummaged through it before pulling out his copy of The Memory Police.

“Mother saw how peaceful you looked when reading this book at the shop. She heavily insisted that I bring it to you, saying that you can use an escape too.” You lean on the space beside him as you hand him the book. His eyes widened as he cautiously took the book out of your hands, as if his father would appear right this instant. He scanned the cover, and flipped through the pages, his eyes glossed with disbelief. The sight of him like this made you imagine how much of his life had been kept in a cage. Wealth did not serve as a basis for happiness. You could only guess how much expectations were held for the Malfoy heir.

“My father would object to me having this.” You nodded in understanding, rubbing his shoulder to comfort him. He looks up at you.

“I won’t push you to tell me the reasons why you decided to harm yourself, but I’m certain that you need a break from whatever bothered you in the first place. Please, keep it. My mother will nag me without end if I don't deliver it.” He smiles.

“Thank you. I mean it.” Your jaw dropped. He rolled his eyes.

“Draco Malfoy actually knows how to say ‘thank you’.” You say, mocking a look of disbelief. He scoffed and his scowl reappeared in an instant.

You raised your arms in defense, “What? You can’t blame me.” You both share a laugh before silence overtakes you once again. Your head faced downward, and you kept your sights on your shoes.

“Thank you for letting me take care of you. It frightened me to see you like that.” You fumbled with your fingers.

“It’s a miracle that you came, Y/N. I don’t think I’d be able to stop myself if you hadn’t yourself.” You smiled. You were appalled with the fact that there was a soft side to the boy. You looked at him, remembering the comfort that you found in your mother’s love through books. In that moment, an idea sprung forth in your mind.

“Ever since I was young, it was only me and my mother. Father passed when I was 2, and we were left alone to face the world.” You looked at him to find that his attention was on you. You continued, “There were plenty of times I felt hopeless and scared, but it was the comfort of her voice that washed that feeling away. She’d stay by my side at night to read me books, and she always managed to take me to worlds that detached me from the reality that we lived in. She told me that Avenoir, besides it being a bookstore, was established to become my safe space, my comfort zone, my refuge, if you will. She’s why I love reading.” You took Draco’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“And I want to extend that to you. Please feel free to come by whenever okay? We’ve never been that close, and you have been pretty gittish, but no one deserves to feel alone.” You gave the boy a reassuring smile.

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Draco gazed at his hand, which was still squeezed in yours. He then shifted his view back to the smile on your face. Y/N Y/L/N, the most reserved and studious Slytherin in their year, surely had a lot to say, but it was surprisingly the most relief he has felt in a long while, if ever. She gave his shoulder a little squeeze before picking up her belongings from the floor. Before she left his dorm she faced him once more.

“Will you be okay on your own?” She asks. Draco nods and gives his signature eyebrow raise. She chuckles.

“If you need anything, I’ll be in my dorm. I don’t plan on going to class today.” As he watches her leave, he notices the warmth that spreads over his chest. He brushes it off before flopping on his bed and immersing himself into the world of the Memory Police. For once in his life, he manages to escape the burdens of his family name. He escapes the burdensome fear of being considered a let-down to his parents. He escapes the rabbit hole of expectations, worries, pressures--the need to be “perfect” Draco. He finds an escape from the reputation that he upholds through you. Furthermore, he finds himself desiring more of your company. Because of this, he moves from his bed, with his book in hand, and strides into the girls’ dormitories. He never got her room number, but when he sees an open door, he automatically assumes that it’s her inside. Without thinking, he barges at the sight of her stunned face.

“Draco? What’s the matter?” The boy takes a good look at Y/N’s space. Her bed is made neatly and is stationed against the farmost wall in front of a large window. Her table is positioned at the end of her bed. There were a number of small bookcases that cover a majority of the perimeter of the room. It’s cozy.

He takes a moment to compose himself. “Is it alright if I can stay with you? Just a little longer?” The girl gives him a confused look, but agrees nevertheless.

“Sure, close the door.” He does as she says, and looks around. Her dorm truly reflected her personality. Her words break him out of his daze.

“You can sit on the bed if you’d like.” As he gets himself situated, he observes her. Y/N was known for her hardworking nature, and mostly stayed away from socialization because of it. In that regard, she never really had much to say unless she was answering a question during lectures. She doesn’t say much once he’s situated. Instead, she quietly turns back to her desk to focus on her note taking, actively highlighting important bits of information from her books. Draco was amazed to say the least.

“Y/N, why is it that you study so much?” He asks. Her gaze remains rooted to her work as she finished writing up the last sentence before gazing up at him. She grins.

“I’m working hard, so I can earn enough to give my mother a better life.” She says simply.

“Is the life you have right now not enough?” He doesn’t mean to come off as ignorant or insensitive, but he asks out of pure curiosity. Y/N only rubs her chin to think of a proper response.

“Don’t get me wrong, we’re both happy. I just suppose it would be nice to know that she wouldn’t have to worry about her resources. Life was always uncertain before opening Avenoir. I remember how she would hide away to cry so I wouldn’t see her tears. I felt helpless and I couldn’t do anything about it. I hate being weak because of that.” Draco simply gawked at her. The availability of resources has never been an issue for him; it felt like a slap on the face seeing how hard Y/N worked for that level of accessibility.

“I feel like a lot of people have been gawking at me today. Stop it.” You chuckled as you scratched the back of your neck, recalling the reactions of his friend group as you held a conversation with them.

“You’re surely something else, Y/L/N. That’s all.” Y/N only smiled as she removed herself from her desk. She pulled a random book from one of her shelves and sat herself next to Draco. Together they get lost within their own worlds.

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There was a mutual feeling of friendship that emerged between you and Draco. However, the both of you never bothered to make it obvious in the presence of others. Actions so far were limited to discrete nods towards each other in the hallways. Nevertheless, you were content. You didn’t see him constantly, but you heard people talk about him and how he hasn’t been teasing or picking fights with students as much as he did in the week prior. It was a change you were surprised with, but one that you were pleased to hear about regardless. Besides that, you still kept yourself to your own tasks throughout the remainder of the week. It was a set cycle, which involved going to lecture and studying within the confines of your room. Although, you had to admit that you enjoyed the blonde’s presence, and secretly wished that you’d spend more time together.

The weekend arrived, which meant you’d resume your work at the bookshop. The day flew by fast. Customers came bustling in by the hour that you never had much time to talk to your mother while you were working. As you waited for demands to trickle in, you occupied yourself with another book, The Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde. It was a pleasant book about selflessness, however you found your mind drifting off often. When you weren’t reading, you kept your eyes peeled for the entrance, hoping that a certain boy would come in. However, no sign of the Malfoy heir showed as hours passed. Your hopes soon depleted. Giving up on the chances of him coming, you resumed your reading.

It must’ve been about 20 minutes after 3 o’clock when your mother calls you from the counter. You heeded her request and made your way down the ladder. Behind her are large boxes filled with new books that were to be stored on the higher shelves. As you drag them to the base of the ladder, your back bumps into something hard.

“I’m so sorry! Are you al-” As you turn to identify the person you collided with, your eyes widened at the sight of Draco. Your heart skips a beat as you scan his appearance. He sported a black turtleneck that fitted securely around his torso, which was paired with dark plaid pants, and black leather chelsea boots. Rings adorned his fingers, and his platinum locks are slightly disheveled from the wind. He looked delicious rather expensive.

Draco was just as shocked when he realizes that it’s you he bumps into. You weren’t wearing anything fancy as he was--just a simple white shirt, straight jeans that ended just above your ankles, faded white sneakers, which was all adorned by the work apron that wrapped around your waist. Your hair was tied into a loose bun that settled at the nape of your neck with some stray strands framed around your face. It contrasted to your typical appearance at school. He preferred you in casual wear much more than in uniform, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

You straighten your posture, “Hey! What brings you here?” The boy in front of you rubs the back of his neck bashfully.

“I just wanted to spend time here. You offered on Monday.” His timidness made you smile.

“You’re definitely welcome to stay-” You were interrupted by your mother’s gleeful shout.

“Draco! It’s so nice to see you! Please do make yourself comfortable. I assume Y/N delivered the book safely?” You rolled your eyes and let out a groan.

“Yes, mother. I did.” She only laughs in response. “I extended an offer to have him hang around if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all! Would you like some tea, dear?” The warm welcome fills the boy’s heart.

He gives a polite nod, “That would be lovely, thank you.” He looks to you with amusement plastering his facial features.

“Would you like some help?” The smile that you give to him in response makes his heart flutter.

“I’ll be okay. Like what mother said, please make yourself comfortable.” You reassured him, before urging him to follow you to the back of the shop. Past the counter is a corridor that leads to a small outdoor patio. Fairy lights are strung on the edges of the fence that borders the space, and a table for two is set near the entrance that goes back into the store. As the sun begins to set, the small set up becomes even more charming.

“It’s not much, but this is us.” Your arms spread as you step towards the center of the patio. Draco looks around and then back at you.

“It’s lovely.” He states with a happy grin stretched across his lips. The space doesn’t hold the same grandeur as his manor, but within the small and cozy confines, he feels safe and content.

“I’m glad to hear that. Take a seat! I still have work to do, but I’ll be clocking out soon. Stay as long as you’d like!” The joy in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed. It’s quite difficult to suppress the emotions after the anticipation that has built up throughout the day. With your spirits lifted, you return to work. The load of the boxes don’t seem as heavy as they used to.

Draco sits around in silence for a bit with his hands clasped together. The thought of being within your personal space makes his knees bounce up and down as he waits for his tea. Wanting to release his nerves, he explores the compound a bit more. He steps into the corridor, taking notice of the way it’s decorated. Pictures of you and your mother grace the walls. The sight urges him to look out in the front of the shop. He catches you piling books in your arms before making your way up the ladder. In doing so, he takes note of your focused face, the furrowing of your eyebrows, and the slight parting of your lips. Your eyes blazed in determination, sparking that particular warmth in his chest again. Draco tore his gaze from you and redirected it to the photos mounted on the wall. One that caught his interest was of you on your mothers back. Your small arms were wrapped tightly around her shoulders as your small face peered over her with a small toothy grin. He notices the light in your eyes. It had remained the same ever since. He stares at the photos for a couple of minutes.

“You found our pictures!” Your mother comes up from behind him, startling him slightly. She responds to his reaction with a hearty chuckle as she worms her way through the corridor, Draco following closely behind her. They sit across from each other, and the boy watches her as she sets a cup before him. She takes the tea pot and pours the liquid carefully.

“How do you like your tea, dear?” She asks.

“Slight cream, no sugar, Mrs. Y/L/N” Your mother looks at the boy. His shoulders are stiff and he’s tense all over. His hands look clammy. Basically, Draco looks nervous.

“I don’t bite. Don’t worry, love. Relax.” She gives the boy’s hand a reassuring squeeze. It was much similar to the feel of yours. He relaxes a little bit, adding cream to his drink.

“Y/N speaks very highly of you.” He states a matter-of-factly.

“Is that so?” A smile appears, “How’s my daughter at school?”

“She’s a really hard worker. Everyone knows her for her intelligence, but she is rather quiet. Much different than the way she acts here. She is so vibrant.”

Draco takes notice of the surprised look in your mother’s eyes, “Oh my dear, if I’m being truthful to you, it’s been so long since I’ve last seen her vibrant side shine through. She’s more demure in character. It’s not common for her to act that way.” Draco didn’t completely understand why, but hearing those words made his heart skip beats. He didn’t respond for a bit, allowing her words to sink in. Out of nowhere, Y/N calls out to her mother signalling the completion of her task. Her head pops from the door frame, and she glances at the tea briefly before shifting her view to the boy.

“Y/N! Why don’t you give Draco some company and have some tea? You can go to your room after!” You cough, but merely nodded in response. You seat yourself in the chair that was once occupied.

“How’s work?” Draco asks. He takes the kettle and pours you a cup.

“Busy as always, but it’s a pleasure to be here.” You thank him for the tea and proceed to adding your preferred amounts of cream and sugar.

“You look handsome today, by the way.” You took a sip of your tea so you wouldn't see his reaction. The boy only beamed.

“You look pretty too, if I’m being honest.” You chuckle as you set down your cup.

“You’re telling me that when I’m dressed in a t-shirt and some ragged jeans?” You didn’t really know what kind of answer to expect. For the most part, you felt average in your get up. He, on the other hand, looked like a model.

“Yes I am. You are pretty.” You only smile at your feet and thank him. The boy was charming without the pompous get up. Ever since that Monday morning, you began to develop appreciation for this genuine side that he showed you.

As time passed, your mother closed up the shop. Both you and Draco offered to help her, but she denied almost immediately. Instead, she insisted that you take the boy up, causing you to palm your face in embarrassment. However, you eventually agree and lead the way. Within the corridor were stairs that led to a second level. You and Draco climb them and turn to the first door on your right. Your room was slightly bigger than the one at school. It was furnished in a fashion that was similar to your dorm, but there were a lot more books--this time stacks of them could be seen littering the floor.

“Did you bring your book?” He nodded and fished it out from his back pocket.

He briefly scans the room, “Did you read all of these?” You nod with an embarrassed smile.

“I bet you’d love the library in the manor.” Your eyes widened at the sound of it. A tinge of excitement sprouted from your gut as you begin to imagine its vastness.

“I don’t think you’re wrong. I bet it’s quite the sight!” Delight could be heard from your voice. Draco only tries to suppress a smile.

“Maybe one day.” He mutters to himself, hoping that you didn’t hear. However, when he looks up, he’s met with your wide smile. He blushes immediately and curses under his breath.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll pretend I didn’t.” You wink at him, and pull out your book. You flopped on your bed, patting the space next to you. When he situates himself by your side, you begin to pick up where you left off, already pushing the outside world aside. Draco sits with his legs crossed, and copies your actions. Silence fills the both of you as an hour passes. However, he’d take opportunities to sneak small glances at you once in a while. Your focus on the pages never shifted. If anything, the furrowing of your brows deepen as you turn with every page. With his curiosity getting the best of him, he leans closer to you to see what was so interesting. His actions don’t go by unnoticed, though. As soon as you felt his knee come into contact with yours, you realize how close he has gotten since you started reading.

“May I help you, Malfoy?” You ask, slightly amused.

“What’s your book about?” He asks. You tense your brows as you come up with an answer, not wanting to spoil anything.

“It’s about the friendship between a statue of a very selfless prince and a swallow. What about yours?”

“I’d never thought I would like fiction, but I do like this one. It’s about a girl who protects a person who can remember.”

“Remembers?”You ask with genuine curiosity. Draco nods, his eyes expressing the interest he has for the novel.

“Things on the island vanish, and the majority of the people have no recollection of it after it disappears. The people who show any signs of remembering get taken away.” Your interest for the plot increases

“That sounds very interesting. Do you think we can trade when we finish?”

“I think it sounds like a plan.” You stare into each other’s eyes for a moment before a snapping noise is heard. Suddenly your hair loosens, and you realize that the rubber band holding your hair together gave out. Draco looked at you with an eyebrow raised. As you reach to pull the remnants of the tie away, your hair frees itself. Some strands framed your face, while the rest flowed over your shoulders and covered the expanse of your back. You run your fingers through the front and they fall into curtain-like waves. Draco on the other hand is taken aback at your sudden change of appearance. Prior to getting to know who you were, nothing much was thought of you with the exception of your brains. Besides that, you were rather plain looking, always having your hair up in a braid or a ponytail.

It was a seemingly natural reaction to let your hair simply flow. You really didn’t think much of it. But, when you met Draco’s surprised look, it was your turn to raise a brow at him. He really didn’t know what overtook him, or why these particular words fell out without thinking, but both hearts were racing and ears turned warm after he spoke out.

“Merlin, Y/N. You’re bloody gorgeous.” It caught him off guard. Your expression was the only thing that made him come to terms with the reality of it.

“I- You- You weren’t supposed to-”

“Thank you.” Draco’s jitters stopped in an instant when he saw the way you smiled up at him. Noticing the silence that settles in, you quickly think of something to break it.

“Should I wear it down at school? I’ve been thinking about it. It’s time for a ch-” You were startled by how quick his response was.

“No! Absolutely not!” He speaks frantically.

“-ange. Okay, then. Sheesh.” You both just laugh at his sudden outburst. Draco’s, however, was a nervous one.

After a couple more minutes of reading, a savory aroma fills your senses, and your mother calls out to you both for dinner. The food was pleasant, but it was the actual state of togetherness that lit Draco’s heart. Although the warm feeling of you and your mother’s company was foreign to him, he was glad to have been able to experience it. The entirety of his stay lifts a huge weight off of his shoulders. Moreover, he begins to acknowledge the budding emotions that he feels for you. He felt each beat of his heart more profoundly within the small moments that you shared, with every glance that he took, and with every laugh that spilled from your lips.

You stare up at the clock, taking note of the time. It was already 7:30 PM. Curfew was at 9:00 for fifth years.

“Mother, I think it’s time that we get going. I’ll see you next week.” You notify her of your departure as you help clear out the table.

“Oh, it’s that time of the day already? Very well then. I’m so glad you stopped by today, Draco. You’re welcome here anytime. Let me see the both of you out.” After you give her a hug, you make your way to the main room of the store. Draco thought you were going to exit, and was brought to confusion when you suddenly stopped in your tracks.

Draco clears his throat, “So, do you know how exactly we’ll get back?” It was already late and the boats that transported students to and from Hogsmeade were closed for the day.

“Are you a fan of portkeys?” You ask. Draco’s eyes widened.

“Have you created an illegal one?” When you don't answer, he just laughs. You rummage through your bag, picking out a random book. When you open it, there’s a postcard with a picture of Hogsmeade on the front.

“It’s a touch-activated one. It goes straight into my dorm.” You look up at him to see a devious-looking smirk plastered on his lips.

“You really are something else.” He whispers. You roll your eyes and shake your head.

“Let’s touch it on the count of three, okay? 1...2...3.” At the touch of the object, Draco felt his body get sucked into a bind, lights flashing, and your surroundings blacking out until it wasn’t. He kept his eyes shut the whole time. The entire instance occurred for a second. When you arrived at your destination, you felt fine, having gotten used to the uncomfortable sensation resulting from the mode of transportation. The boy who isn’t as experienced, however, didn’t find himself so lucky, and opted to lay down on your bed for a moment, closing his eyes to regain his strength. As you gave him time to rest, you took the opportunity to change into something more comfortable, taking advantage of the fact that he wouldn’t be aware of you doing so.

When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by the familiar confines of your dorm. They roamed around until stopping at your changing figure. You had slipped on a jumper, which was paired with loose fitting sweats, the waistband wrapping securely on your hips. The only source of light was that of the moon as it radiated through your window and onto your bedroom floor. It casted a surreal glow upon your features, and Draco couldn’t help but stare.

“Would you like some water? I know the experience could be unpleasant.” Your voice was soft and was followed by the sound of your melodic giggle.

“Y/N, you’re mental if you tell me you do that every week.” He says astoundedly. You nod with a grin and shrug your shoulders as you passed him a cup of water. He takes it gratefully and gulps it down as you sit on the edge of your bed.

“You should probably get back to your dorm soon and take some rest. Do you need any help?” He shakes his head, but is betrayed by his body as he stumbles out of your bed. With quick reflexes, you hold him steady, allowing him to regain his balance quickly.

“Are you sure?” You ask doubtedly. He reassures you by straightening his posture and flashing a smile. You return it as you walk him to the door. He stands in the hallway, facing you as you lean against your door frame. You rushedly look left and right to ensure no one was looking before shifting your attention back to him.

“It was nice having you today. Mother was really happy you came by.”

“How about you?” The boy catches your gaze once more. You only looked at him with a raised brow, queuing the need for clarification.

“How do you feel about my company?” What he asked caught you off guard, but you couldn’t deny the joy that you felt being around him. The comfort you felt from reading alone didn’t compare to the calm silence that situated you both when you did it together. It was the simple yet overwhelming feeling of contentment--the feeling of someone entering your heart silently, gently, and with a rush all at the same time. Pure bliss was what it was, but you couldn’t formulate the words when he asked you. The boy smirked at your lack of response. Instead, he bent over to meet your eye level and leaned in. You held your breath within your throat as he drew closer, ultimately shutting your eyes in anticipation for who knows what. Draco noticed the slight change in your body language and softened the look in his eyes. His orbs, which were once filled with amusement, were now filled with adoration. He looked at your expression, before reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You opened your eyes, meeting his gentle gaze. Shocked, Draco backed away, shoving his hands into his pockets.

He stammered, “Y-You had something on your ear.” A flush had spread over his cheeks.

“Oh, is that so? Were you able to remove it?” You ran your fingers through your hair, oblivious of his frantic behavior. In your mind, you only wish it could’ve been more.

“Y-yea!” A nervous laugh leaves his lips. After he recollects himself for a few more seconds he says, “We should do this again sometime.” To which you happily agree.

You both bid each other ‘goodnight’. As you close the door, you lean your back against the wall, and slide down to the floor. You took note of the way your heart began to race when you recalled the events of today. The sound of his laughs, his subtle attempts to get close to you, his expression of interest towards the things that you treasured. Your image of Draco had begun to transform right under your nose.

Little did you know that as the boy walked back to his dorm room that night, the same thoughts ran through his mind. Although he was tired, he would constantly think about the way you looked when you were working, or when you were reading, or how your hair came undone. Moreover, he felt safe within your hospitality--it wasn’t forceful or intrusive, it just flowed naturally. This small escape made a huge improvement from the broken state you found him in that Monday prior. That night, as he laid in bed, he read his book peacefully until sleep took over his consciousness, filling his rest with dreams of reading with you by his side.

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It was a brisk Sunday morning when you found yourself at the Great Hall for breakfast. You were always one of the earlier students who came right when the doors opened. By the time you got yourself situated, only a few students trickled their way into the massive room.

Your hand took hold of your book as the other filled your mouth with food. Your concentration blazed as you immersed yourself into the world of the Oscar Wilde that you didn’t realize how filled the hall became once you put your book down. The reason for you doing so stemmed from the sound of a presence that sat before you. You never had company when you ate, so when you looked up you were surprised to see Draco settling in the seat in front of you. Murmurs from other students could be heard at the peculiar sight.

“This seat isn’t taken I presume?” He asks. The typical Malfoy smirk graces his lips as he lowers himself down.

“Not at all.” You respond simply. You look around with a weirded expression. People had their eyes on the two of you. One in particular caught your attention. It was Astoria Greengrass, also dubbed as the Slytherin princess. She had an annoyed look on her face, but you brushed it off, turning back to the boy in front of you.

“Aren’t your friends waiting for you?” You nodded towards the familiar group of people.

“I can’t read around them. They’re too loud.” Once the statement leaves his lips, he pulls out The Memory Police and finds himself in the same stature you were in previously. You smile inwardly before taking a few bites of your food. It’s silent and you can still feel the lingering stares around you. They begin to get annoying after a while.

“Leave them be. They can stare all they want, but I’m not moving anywhere.” He says as though he read your mind. He glances at you from the top of his book, but his tone remains unfazed.

“How’d you know?” You inquire.

“You have ‘uncomfy’ written all over your face, Y/N.” He keeps his gaze stuck to his book while stuffing a piece of scrambled egg into his mouth. You narrow your eyes at him before slowly opening your own again.

“What are you planning to do today?” He asks suddenly. You look up to see that his eyes never left the page. Your look at your own, except you’re not reading this time.

“Probably read at the lake, go to my dorm and read some more.”

“Do you do anything else besides read?”

“I study.” You could feel his eyes roll.

“Besides that.” You lower your hands seeing that you aren’t getting anywhere with the plot.

“What else is there to do on Sundays?” You laugh, “Well what do you plan on doing today?”

Your conversation gets interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. There stands Astoria Greengrass, arms crossed with an envious expression on her face. She looks at you then to Draco.

“Hey Dray. I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out with me at Hogsmeade today?” She asks with a sickly flirtatious tone. She squeezes his shoulder while you just roll your eyes and look away to mentally gag.

“You must be blind to notice. I’m preoccupied if you can’t tell.” The sound of his tone is cold, much akin to the one he uses when he’s bullying someone. However, a smirk sneaks up to your lips as you keep your gaze lowered. The girl only scoffs before turning to you.

“Cute little book you got there Y/L/N. You always have your nose buried in one, don’t you? What’s that one about this time?” You take note of her condescending voice, which slightly pulls on your nerves.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Greengrass? Sorry love, I’m too preoccupied to explain.” You wiggle your book at her before getting up. You throw the boy your version of his eyebrow raise before turning to leave.

“I’ll see you around ‘Dray’.” You say, imitating Astoria’s tone. You looked at her from head to toe and scoffed as you walked out of the hall. You couldn’t be bothered to deal with the likes of her. For the most part, giving her any piece of your energy was not worth it. You find yourself walking down the corridor before hearing the sound of someone running to you. You stop in your tracks and turn around to see the familiar platinum-haired boy.

“You need some company at the lake?” He asks. Your face, which was once filled with annoyance, releases its tension, and transforms into a gentle smile.

“I don’t need it, but you’re free to come along if you’d like to.” You turn your back quickly before getting a response out of him. He follows you.

Throughout the walk, Draco notices that your hair is up in a braid again, smiling as he reminisces the sequence of events that occurred the night prior. Could you have kept it up because he said so? Such thoughts filled his mind with interest. The events that happened in the hall also made him wonder. He had never seen you agitated before.

“I never thought you’d respond like that.” He says to start up conversation.

“To Astoria?” He nods.

“Not worth my time or energy. I may be quiet, but I’m not a pushover...Dray.” You tease him with the nickname, although he doesn’t mind it when it comes from you.

“It sounds better when you say it.” He says, making you shake your head in response.

“I was about to choke myself. Merlin, did you hear the way she said it? It’s enough to make your ears bleed. Bloody hell.” The way you release your frustration gives the both of you something to laugh about. That familiar feeling of comfort overcoming you both once again.

“Do you think she’s going to approach me again?” You ask.

“Knowing her, she might.”

“Merlin, avada me now.” Draco only laughs louder at the sound of your displeasure. By the time you reach the lake, the sun is seen casting its rays upon the water. Clouds are still in the sky, but the overall scene is bright and beautiful, assuring that it was going to be a good day.

You sit on a patch of grass that meets the sand, while Draco assumes the seat beside you. Before you could even begin to read, the boy takes the opportunity to ask you another question.

“How far are you from finishing your book?”

“I’m almost done. Give me a few minutes and I should be finished.” His eyes widened slightly

“Fast reader aren’t you?”

“No, well, maybe. There are more stories in this book. The Happy Prince so happens to be one of them.” He nods, allowing that particular conversation to end. He lays down on the grass, ready to read in the process, but is caught staring at the expanse of your neck. Your braid reaches the middle of your back, swaying in the wind. When he takes sight of the band that holds it together, he reaches out, hoping that you won’t notice, and pulls it off. He swiftly drops it to make it seem like he hasn’t done anything, so by the time you turn around to identify the cause of the loosened sensation, he already has the book propped on top of his legs, gazing at the lines with much concentration.

“Did you see anything?” You ask with a raised brow. He simply nods, trying to hide the smirk on his face. It doesn’t go unnoticed by you though.

“Draco. Was it you?” When he doesn’t respond, you laugh.

“You’re such a git.” Your fingertips trace the sand to locate the rubber band, but the boy stops you before going any further. He wraps his hand around your wrist, while catching your gaze.

“It looks better down.” He says firmly.

“But you said-”

“I don’t want you letting it loose for others to see. In front of me is fine.” He holds your gaze for what seemed to eternity before slowly loosening his grip on your hand.

He then proceeds to ask, “Can I touch it? Your hair?” You smile and nod at him. He takes the opportunity to scoot closer behind you. After he situates himself at a comfortable distance, he reaches out to your loosened braid, and gently runs his fingers through it, breaking it up entirely. Your strands are soft in his touch, and the light from the sun only emphasizes how shiny it is. You pay no mind to the boy’s doing. Instead, you continue reading while he plays with your hair.

After 15, perhaps 20 minutes of reading, you finally finish your book. It is then that you notice that he’s still stroking your locks. Slightly amused, you look up from your book and decide to tease him for a bit.

“Are you having fun back there?” Your question is accompanied with a giggle.

“Most fun I’ve had in years.” Sarcasm laced through his voice. “Can you teach me how to braid?” Your head turns back, but you’re only faced with a serious expression.

“What’s the sudden interest?” As you ask your question, the breeze picks up, eliciting a shiver out of you. It takes a second for Draco to notice how thin your clothes were.

“Why don’t we go inside? It’s warmer and you can teach me how to braid your hair.”

“You’re so insistent, aren’t you?”

“Not insistent, just ambitious.” You rolled your eyes as he lifted you from the ground.

You both make your way to the dungeons, taking the familiar route that leads to his room. You don’t protest the destination as much, only being grateful that it was warmer than the harsh change in climate outside of these walls. You can’t help but recall how much has drastically changed since the week prior, but it warmed your heart knowing that there was more to Draco than what meets the eye.

As you enter the dorm, you take notice of all the luxurious details that embellish everything from his furniture to the style of his clothes. It was much more put together since the last time you found yourself there. The crisp scent of apples filled your nose, allowing yourself to ooze into the comfort of the environment. You show no hesitance to flop on his bed, seeing as he has done so to yours a number of times already. While doing so, he discards his robes and hangs it over a coat rack. The sight of you brings out a small smile from him as he claims the seat next to you.

“Now, where were we?” He asks. You proceed to sectioning your hair into two parts. You hand him one, which he takes gently all while focusing his concentration on the demonstration you show.

“Okay, so we start off with three sections…” He does as you say.

“Now I take this, and flip it over this section.” He repeats. Only the sounds of his breaths can be heard.

“Now you do it to the other side, and repeat the pattern.” As you demonstrate with your strands, a shocked expression fills his face as he tries to repeat your actions. He gets it eventually, although his braid is much messier and unkept in comparison to yours, which is tight and neat. A familiar scowl appears on his face, but you try to keep your laughter in. In all fairness, he really was trying.

“Here. Take all of it. Try braiding my hair.” You run your fingers, deleting both your work and his, and turn so that your back is facing him. You keep your sights set towards the window, as he begins to work his way through your hair. He starts off by combing his fingers through your locks, which felt annoyingly good. He then proceeds to repeat everything that he has learned within the last five minutes. Him doing so only proved how quick of a learner he was. Silence filled you both, and as time drifted on, you ended up dozing off into sleep. It is only when Draco finishes that he notices you. He tugs at his final product slightly to see the expression on your face, but in doing so, you fall onto his chest as soft snores find their way out of your lips.

“And she calls me a git. Look at her sleeping while I handle her hair.” His eyes soften at the gentleness of your own expression before he scans the way your arms have wrapped themselves across your waist. Ensuring that you were sound asleep, he carefully reaches for your hand, forcing it to open as he slightly interlaces his fingers with yours. He takes a moment to comprehend the situation, his face warming up when he realizes that your back is slouched against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder, and one of his hands clasped delicately into yours.

It’s when his eyes land on your resting face once more that he recalls all that you are, all that you have shown him. He then envisions the long-term, imagining all he has yet to discover about you. The care that you’ve shown him by far is more than what anyone has done throughout his life. He revisits the week before when you mentioned reading as a way to escape. Now that as he has you lying against him, he thinks of the possibility that his real escape is actually you. His mind finds pleasure in that thought, and it only makes his heart race when he thinks about what could possibly happen between you two tomorrow, or the day after that, a week, month, year. What answer would he receive by then? He isn’t even sure if you’d say ‘yes’ to an offer in a relationship, especially knowing how focused you are with your school work. Ridding the thoughts for another time, Draco slowly lays his back down against the mattress, bringing you carefully along with him. Your legs become entangled with his. His hand never leaves yours.

Ensuring that you were certainly asleep, he whispers softly to the air, “I think I like you, Y/N.” He wraps his other arm around you before falling into a peaceful slumber.

A/N: I don’t think this is the end, but that’s not the point! I hope you enjoyed it :) Any feedback is very much appreciated hehe.

#Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy imagines #draco x reader #draco x you #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #slytherin imagines

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onlysarah235678 · 4 years ago

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A Little Bit

Pairing: Billie Dean Howard x female reader

Request: Can you write about the reader working in healthcare/retail (during or not during COVID-your choice) and she meets Billie and they hit it off?

A/N: So I wrote this a lot faster than I thought I would…don’t expect that to happen again. I hope this is okay. I decided to write about the members of healthcare we don’t always hear about. Also, my friend’s a vet so… enjoy?

Warnings: None? Brief mention of bugs?

It had been wandering around her neighborhood for weeks, but it wasn’t until today that Billie Dean paid it much attention. She’d assumed that the cat was one of her neighbor’s and they just let it roam around. She’d seen its lithe black form darting across the streets on days when she returned from filming late into the night, but besides briefly wondering about where it was going, she never spared it much thought.

However, as she peered under her deck at the sound of quiet meows, she realized she had a problem. She had been out working in her garden on one of her rare days off when she heard it. The medium had turned and seen a pair of eyes from across the yard, and despite her better judgement she went to investigate.

Now, as she stared at the black cat surrounded by her litter of 6, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be getting back to her garden anytime soon.

“Dr. Y/L/N, Lindsey just added another one to your morning.”

You tried not to groan in annoyance when you heard one of the vet assistants say this to you. The day had barely started, but things had been ridiculously busy. The practice you worked at had up to 5 other doctors working at a time on a regular weekday, but since today was Saturday, there were only two working.

Dr. Hahn and you.

The schedule had already been booked by the time you arrived to work, and it was just luck that you had a cancellation for your 11:30 slot. You had already planned on taking an early lunch when news of another appointment being scheduled came. You tried not to be annoyed because this was your job and you did love it. You were just exhausted. It had been a long week.

A long month really.

Since moving to L.A after finishing school, you hadn’t spent much time doing anything other than work. Let alone getting to know the city. You had jumped into your work and spent almost every waking minute thinking about it. As a new vet, you were trying your best to prove yourself and make a good impression at your job. You thought you were doing a fairly good job, but you hadn’t allowed yourself to have much time to yourself.

Other than walking your dog, Milo, who had made the cross-country trip with you, most of your free time was spent making sure you had the most up-to-date information out there to offer your clients. You didn’t want to be caught off guard, not again.

You eventually smiled at the assistant and thanked her despite wanting to glare instead.

“Thank you, Erin.”

It wasn’t her fault you weren’t getting your early lunch.

After corralling the cat and her kittens into the most suitable container she could find, Billie Dean was on her way to the vet. She had called a couple and unfortunately hadn’t been able to get an appointment so last minute. She had almost given up, when the last one she’d called had luckily had a cancellation for only about an hour away.

It was perfect timing until it took her almost 20 minutes to get the cats out from under the deck. The mom hadn’t trusted her immediately and it had taken some coaxing before she’d risked reaching out to pet the mother. While speaking more reassurances that she was sure the cats didn’t understand, Billie Dean collected all 6 kittens and the mother and loaded them into the front seat.

It wasn’t until she started driving that she realized she might be late. This clinic was almost 30 minutes away with normal weekend traffic. Billie Dean sighed before she made sure that all of the cats were still settled in the box before beginning to drive a little bit faster.

Hopefully she wouldn’t be too late.

“They’re late.”

You hadn’t realized it immediately because your last appointment ran over, but once 11:40 rolled around you realized that your 11:30 had never shown up.

You had looked over the details of the appointment quickly realizing that hopefully it would be routine kitten stuff. You hadn’t recognized the name of the owner because well, you didn’t watch much television. It wasn’t until the assistant you were working with for the morning, commented on it, that you realized that Billie Dean Howard was anything special.

“Oh no! She didn’t show up?? Ugh, I was dying to meet her.”

You turned to your disappointed assistant, Erin with a confused frown. You continued to type up your medical note from the last appointment before asking off-handedly.

“Who did you say she was again?”

If you had been paying more attention, you would have noticed Erin shoot you an incredulous look. Instead you were writing about the last patient’s bloodwork when the brunette finally answered you.

“Look, Dr. Y/L/N. I know you’re new to town, but how do you not know who Billie Dean Howard is?”

You just shrugged while shooting the younger woman a sheepish look. You were very good about being the last to know things. It wasn’t your fault you were so out of touch from school. There had hardly been any time for television when you were always studying.

“Sorry, you know I don’t watch much tv.”

Erin shook her head with a sigh before she decided to take pity on you. You finished typing your note and turned to face the other brunette as she explained to you who your missed appointment had been.

“She’s a famous medium who goes to various places around the world that are haunted for her television show. It’s so good, I watched an entire season yesterday.”

Before you had a chance to ask how that was possible, Lindsey appeared with a piece of paper and a sympathetic smile on her face.

“Your 11:30 is here.”

You looked at the clock, it was a quarter to noon, before you just nodded with a small smile. Lindsey handed the check in sheet to Erin who grabbed it with an excited squeal that made you nearly roll your eyes.

At least one of you were excited for this.

Billie Dean was beyond stressed. She had been making good time for her appointment, when the mom cat, she’d taken to calling her Bit, had decided to jump out of the box and explore her car. She’d been so distracted and worried that she’d slowed to the point that people were honking her off the road. She’d stopped in a parking lot to try and get Bit back into the box, but as soon as the door opened, she’d jumped out.

Billie had questioned her decision to not just ignore the cat this morning as she spent the next 15 minutes trying to catch Bit and return her to the car.

Now, she was really late and she knew that she had probably missed her appointment. She hurried inside with the box, making sure to hold onto Bit so she didn’t jump out again before opening the front door. She hurried toward the counter with an apologetic smile and a hopeful look.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. I had a bit of a time getting here. I have an appointment for 11:30.”

Billie figured she didn’t need to give her name because the look on the receptionist’s face when she saw her was telling enough. She was used to having fans so she just smiled politely as the other blonde, Lindsey, her nametag said, nodded frantically and ran to the printer.

“Of course, Ms. Howard. I’ll let them know you’re here.”

Billie watched as the younger blonde nearly ran toward the back before she sat down with a sigh. She looked at the box of cats with a small smile. She scratched Bit’s chin before she checked on each of the kittens. They all looked so tiny and weak. They all were huddled up in the middle of the box sleeping on top of each other. It was truly adorable.

“Ms. Howard?”

The medium had been too busy contemplating how many of the kittens she could keep to realize that someone else had entered the waiting room. She looked up to see a brunette smiling at her and holding a door to the back open. She jumped up, clutching onto the box carefully before making her way over to the woman in scrubs.

“Hi. I’m sorry I’m late.”

Erin just smiled and shook her head as she led Billie Dean to a nearby exam room. She’d already screamed silently before coming to get the blonde so she wouldn’t geek out, but she couldn’t help but be a little starstruck by the medium’s presence.

“It’s not a problem, we’re just glad to see kittens on our schedule.”

You waited while your assistant got the history from Billie Dean. From where you were seated in the pharmacy, you could hear some of what was being said. It sounded like a standard visit. No issues except for apparently a random cat decided to have kittens underneath Billie’s porch. You tried not to overthink this visit as you listened to the blonde talk to her assistant. You hadn’t been nervous before because you hadn’t really needed to be.

Except that was when you hadn’t known that you were going to be seeing someone who was famous. Someone whose name you didn’t even recognize, but that was beside the point. The point was that now that the idea was in your head, you were freaking out a little bit.

You could hear a slight accent in her voice and you couldn’t help but smile at it. It sounded cute.

You sat up slightly, startled at the sudden thought. You shook your head scolding yourself for being so unprofessional and attempted to push that thought to the back of your mind. You turned at the sound of the exam door opening and watched as Erin shut it behind her quietly with a huge smile on her face.

“She’s so cool. Oh my god that was so cool!”

She whisper screamed at you and you couldn’t help but laugh in amusement. Someone was clearly starstruck. Hopefully she could get through this without embarrassing them. Or at least her. Anyone. Hopefully no one would be embarrassed.

“Hi, Ms. Howard. I’m Y/F/N, Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

You were surprised by what greeted you inside the exam room. The cat that was bouncing around the room was less of a surprise than the woman who sat in one of the chairs against the wall. You had to stop herself from showing your surprise as you took in the blonde who you’d never heard of until about an hour ago.

Billie Dean Howard wasn’t what you’d been expecting. She was middle-aged with honey blonde hair that fell in neat curls. She was wearing a silk blouse and a skirt with heels. She was definitely the most dressed up of all of your clients today. God, she was beautiful and you had to remind yourself to not stare at her legs as you held out your hand.

The medium smiled as she reached out her own hand and shook yours. Her hand was so soft, but you counted to two before releasing it with a shake of your head.

“Nice to meet you Dr. Y/L/N. I apologize for being so late.” You smiled at the thought of what Erin had told you. It sounded like she had a hell of a time getting here. You couldn’t blame her after what she’d gone through to simply get these cats looked at.

“No need. It sounds like this one was quite the troublemaker.” You pet Bit as she wandered over to you to check you out, and you smiled as she rubbed her face on your hand.

You noticed Billie roll her eyes with a sigh and you couldn’t help but smile at what she said.

“She definitely was. That’s where her name came from after all.”

You frowned in confusion but didn’t get a chance to ask before Billie was explaining herself. She eyed you curiously as she shrugged indifferently.

“I may have called her, her name with an added ‘ch’ a couple times on the way here. Specifically, while I was chasing her around a Denny’s parking lot.”

You tried not to laugh at the ridiculous image that conjured in your brain, but it was useless. You were laughing before you could help it because honestly who wouldn’t find this elegant woman running after a cat in a parking lot hilarious.

You stifled your laughter before you cleared your throat and shot Billie a smile. “Well, it sounds like the name suits her.”

You examine each of the kittens carefully, and confirm that they are less than a week old since their eyes are still closed. They are all a little buggy from living under the deck so you deworm them and Bit so she won’t spread any parasites to them. As you explain this to Billie while applying the medication, you notice that she is shooting you an odd look. You don’t really worry too much about it because it’s probably just confusion from a too-sciency word you used.

When the kittens are all checked out and the mom is back in the box resting with them, you decide that you should figure out what happens next.

“They’ll need their mom for milk for the next month, but have you decided if you want to keep them?”

Erin leaves at this point because now that the exams are done, you’re mostly just talking. You pretend not to notice how she is reluctant to leave, and instead focus on Billie’s wide eyes as she shakes her head with a laugh.

“No, I don’t think I can keep them all. Maybe one or two. I don’t want to be known as the crazy old cat lady.”

You laugh again before moving your stethoscope off the exam table so it’s not sitting in all of the baby food you fed to Bit. “You’re definitely not old, Ms. Howard.”

You nearly slap your hand to your mouth as your eyes widen in mortification. God you did not just say that did you? You look to the blonde about to apologize, but you see her smiling at you instead. You hear her teasing tone and blush despite your best efforts at what she says in response.

“Thank you dear, but please. Call me Billie.”

You nod dumbly before you start picking off some of the black hair on your coat, only to give up after a few seconds. You’re covered and you miss the amused look Billie shoots you as you try to get back on track.

“Okay, Billie. Well once they’re old enough, you can take them to a shelter, or you can bring them here. We adopt out kittens. Our last ones actually just went home with some clients.”

It’s nearly 12:30 when you’re finished answering some of Billie’s general questions. You had an assistant find a carrier for Billie to take so she wouldn’t have to worry about Bit escaping again. You load the cats into it while Billie gets checked out at the front desk. By the time she gets back, you have only Bit left to put in.

Of course she decides she’d rather run around the room though. You ignore your growling stomach which conveniently covers up the sound of the door opening behind you as you hurry to catch the cat.

“Come here you little, Bit. You need to get in here so your mom doesn’t lose you at Denny’s again.”

Once you finally get her inside the carrier and close it with a sigh, you realize that you are being watched. You look up from where you’re kneeling on the ground to see Billie watching you from the doorway with a smile. You fight a blush as you pick up the carrier carefully before taking a step toward the door.

“Here, let me help you to your car.”

Billie shook her head. She’d already taken up a lot of your time. It was nearly 1 and most everyone else was on lunch.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, sweetheart. I’ve already taken up too much of your time.”

Billie looked like she was going to argue, but you just stood with the carrier held in your hand with a smile. Ready to go. She sighed and your smile widened as you followed the blonde out of the building.

You nearly stop short at the pet name, the second pet name she’s used, but you recover just in time to shake your head with a smile.

“Don’t be silly. It’s not a problem.”

You arrive to her car without incident and she opens the backdoor for you. You smile before placing them in the back seat, trying not to be too nosy as you duck into her car before standing up straight again.

“You’re all set, Ms—Billie.”

Billie smiles at your save as she shuts the door behind you. You stand by awkwardly as she takes a moment to study you. She opens her mouth to say something but stops short before simply nodding.

“Thank you again. It was nice to meet you, Dr. Y/L/N.”

You blush before waving her off as you look away to hopefully save face before responding. “Y/F/N, please and you too.”

As you’re about to turn away and head back inside for some much-needed lunch when something occurs to you. You smile slightly as you dig into your pocket and grab a card to hand to her. The medium takes your business card with a smile, and her fingers brush against yours briefly. Your cheeks redden and you curse yourself when you see Billie’s smile turn into a smirk. You manage to speak up before she can and drop your hand away and into your pocket.

“My card. In case you have any questions. You can call us or email anytime.”

Billie looked over the card, realizing that it had the clinic’s number and a shared email address on it. She decided not to be deterred and shot the blushing doctor a curious look.

“So in the event of an emergency, and the clinic’s closed…what number would I call?”

You laughed nervously as you thought about your options. You could tell that Billie was flirting. You were dense, but not that dense, and you decided to take a risk. You shrugged before you dug around in your pocket once again for a pen before reaching out for the card you’d just given away.

“Well you could call the emergency clinic up the road, or you can call me. Whichever.”

Billie looks at the number that you scrawled down with a grin. “This is your personal number?”

You smirked before taking a step back toward the building hoping to retreat before you say something too dumb. “It is. To use for emergencies or whatever else.”

You smile a little wider as Billie’s face lights up and she shoots you a suggestive look. You merely laugh before turning around and heading back inside. You know she’s watching you, but you don’t turn around until you reach the door. You’re not surprised to see her still standing there watching, and you shoot her one last smile and wave before ducking back inside.

Part 2

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2.43 S1 Chapter 5.6-Stand By Me

6. LANDING, AND...

The last chapter part of Chapter 5! How would everything be resolved...?

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When Kuroba turned on his phone, which he had turned off that morning, he found that he had received dozens of notifications of incoming calls and texts. There was one call from home, a few from his cousin who had been calling him in the morning, and the rest were from their seniors on the volleyball team (most of them were from Oda and Okuma, who seemed to have called during every break period between classes. During lunch period, they called every three minutes. It was spam calling by that point). By the way, Haijima’s phone, which was put on vibrate and thrown into the bottom of his bag, had run out of battery and was silent. The battery was low because he often forgot to recharge it, and it seemed to have completely drained while receiving so many unwanted calls.

Kuroba had received the most texts from his cousin, but the beginnings of each one was so aggressive that he was frightened and put off reading them, checking the one from Oda first.

“It’s true. The suspension has been lifted, and practice will resume tomorrow.”

“Why today all of a sudden?”

“Don’t know. He didn’t write any more than that. Oda-senpai’s texts are always short. They’re as short as my grandpa’s who just learned how to text.”

They parted ways with Minami-sensei at the Shinkansen ticket gate at Shinagawa Station. When they saw her trying to buy a train ticket as a matter of course, they hurriedly blocked the coin slot with his hand. It was embarrassing to have two tall boys to be walked all the way to the platform, and he didn’t want to be treated like a child, so they firmly turned her down.

Once on the platform, there were a few minutes to spare before the train arrived, so Kuroba finally called Oda. Haijima put his bag by his feet and leaned against the railing, casually looking around. It was a weekday evening, so the passengers for the downbound train were all adults in suits. The indoor platform, illuminated by pale white lights, was quiet, and the echoes of voices caught one’s ear.

Right after he dialed the number and put the phone to his ear, Kuroba let out an “Ugh” and his cheeks tensed. It seemed that he had answered immediately. That was fast…Haijima was slightly put off.

Haijima could only hear Kuroba’s side of the conversation, so he couldn’t get the complete picture. As he listened, Kuroba’s responses became more and more mumbled, and the huge boy began to fidget like a girl.

After a few moments of waiting, he took the phone away from his ear, looking relieved.

“Take over. It’s better that the rest is explained to you.”

He said and passed the phone to him.

He was a little, or rather, very uncomfortable, but he said, “…This is Haijima,” into the phone. He hadn’t spoken to Oda since the morning meeting on the third day of the Fall Tournament, when their withdrawal was announced. He passed him on the school day at the end of summer (Kuroba had skipped), but the situation hadn’t changed at all, and he couldn’t bear to see the pain and disappointment seeping out of his body.

“Really, all you two do is cause trouble together… I’ve been pushed around by you guys a lot this year. You picked a fight with Meisei High? It looks like you two have been having a lot of fun while the team couldn’t play games, huh?”

He suddenly said sarcastically in a tense voice. Haijima could understand why Kuroba groaned, “Ugh.”

“If you were unlucky, you could have picked a fight with the entire team. You guys are Seiin team members. I’m responsible for your actions. This time, Meisei was kind enough to not make an issue of it, but in some cases, I might have had to go there to apologize.”

“…I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t refute a single thing, so he could only apologize.

Oda cleared his throat on the other end of the phone. The voice he heard next no longer sounded accusing. It was a compassionate voice that sounded a little embarrassed.

“And by the same token, if the Meisei people had done anything to hurt you, I would’ve gone over there and beat them up.”

He thought he had given up on him, but now he was reaching out to him again—he was no longer the Oda who he had once looked down on. He was the smallest on the team and always tried to protect his team members with all his might. He was still the same Oda from when he first approached him.

“You’re a real problem child, but it can’t be helped. Our ace duo is you two, Haijima and Kuroba. I’m counting on you. We can qualify for the Spring Tournament.”

His heart thumped.

“I’ll explain it to you, since Kuroba himself already knows it and there’s no point in explaining to him. Cutting straight to the point, a witness came forward.”

When he looked at Kuroba while listening to Oda’s voice, Kuroba looked away and scratched his cheek as though to evade him. The fact that the punishment was lifted meant that the truth about the second day of the Fall Tournament, which Kuroba had been stubbornly keeping quiet about, was revealed and the suspicions of his involvement in the fight had been cleared.

The witness was Kuroba’s cousin, Kuroba Itoko.

The injury that Kuroba sustained on the third day of the Fall Tournament was caused by Kuroba Itoko. On the way home from the game the day before, he had been pushed down the stairs with a fist punch on the karaoke floor of the amusement building. The bowling alley that had been the site brawl that even involved the police was on the first floor. It was true that Kuroba had been in the same building during the time of the commotion, but the floors were completely different.

Today, Itoko visited Seiin, accompanied by Kuroba’s mother, and spoke about what had happened on that day, thus establishing Kuroba’s alibi. It seemed that she hadn’t known about the withdrawal or suspension until she asked Kuroba’s mother. When she found out about the situation, she hurried to the school to ask for the punishment to be lifted.

“A punch? You…”

Apparently, he had rolled down a whole floor of stairs. It was probably because of Kuroba’s flexible body that he escaped with only a little pain in his back and no aftereffects. When he turned to him with amazement in his eyes, Kuroba reluctantly mumbled, “No, there’s circumstances around that.”

“The girls at Itoko’s school were making a big deal, saying that she brought her boyfriend, so I said something like, Who’d be the boyfriend of this ugly tanned unpeeled onion, I’d at least think about it if it’s a peeled onion…I said something along those lines…and then I got beaten down.”

You can’t even call those circumstances. He’s just an idiot.

Why has he been so stubborn about keeping quiet about something so meaningless until now…

“…I didn’t want Itoko to apologize,” Kuroba said with a sour look on his face. “I was told that I have low awareness, and that’s right, so I don’t care how much you get angry at me, but Itoko was the one who was hurt…”

“That’s all? That’s the reason why you kept silent?”

If she had invited him to karaoke during the tournament and injured him, then Itoko would have been thoughtless by all means. Even if it was a misunderstanding, the police had contacted the school, so their withdrawal from the Fall Tournament might have been inevitable no matter what. However, if he had told them right away, things wouldn’t have gotten so complicated. Even if he didn’t want to put the responsibility on his cousin, that wasn’t it…he thought.

That’s all, Kuroba stated definitively.

It was strangely stubborn thing to do for Kuroba. While it didn’t quite make sense, he did somewhat understand that that was the line Kuroba wouldn’t budge on.

He was always irritated by Kuroba’s lack of competitive spirit and lack of greed when it came to important things. But in the end, those might also be his good points. The reason why Kuroba flared up at Meisei today was because they had insulted Haijima. There were probably some people who were able to show their strength not for their own desires, but by being stubborn for someone else’s sake.

“Haijima, your condition?”

His eyebrows knitted together at Oda’s voice, and he answered clearly.

“I can play.”

“The Spring Tournament qualifiers start at the end of September. It’s less than a month away, but I’m not giving up yet. So, you think we can make it in time?”

They couldn’t ignore the loss they suffered due to the suspension of club activities for a month in the summer. They had to rebuild their scattered team in one month. They were at a great disadvantage compared to other schools.

But Haijima didn’t hesitate to reply.

“I’ll get us there in time.”

He could see Oda nodding in satisfaction on the other end of the phone.

“Go ahead and do what you want to do. We’ll go all out throwing ourselves into it. If we don’t do that at least, then it’ll be embarrassing to say that we’re aiming for Nationals. I’m sure what you’re looking at is much higher, but…we won’t let you be alone.”

His heart raced at the powerful words, and he could feel his blood flowing faster all at once. His hot blood was flowing through his entire body.

I can believe it…I can believe that here, I can start over.

“…Yes.”

His voice trembled slightly as he answered, gripping the phone tightly.

There was a light at the end of the dimly lit tracks, and the train they were planning to board appeared in front of them. The announcements in the station hastened the passengers’ legs. The train slid into the other side of the railing he was leaning his back against, and the lukewarm breeze brushed the hair on the back of his head.

He handed the phone back to Kuroba, who put it to his ear again.

“Oda-senpai. I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused you this time with my reckless actions.”

He said loudly and bowed vigorously on the spot. A businessman pulling a small suitcase on wheels started in surprise as he walked past them.

The stop time of the train was short, so they had to get on immediately. As he reached for the bag at his feet, he called out, “Kuroba,” but Kuroba was almost bowing at a right angle, and still talking into the phone, he said, “Senpai.”

“Senpai, I want to go to the Spring Tournament. With everyone at Seiin. I want to spike the ball from the center court at the Spring Tournament. I saw the same scenery that Haijima…that that guy could clearly see inside his mind for sure. I know you know this, Senpai, but that guy is insanely greedy. He’s called the genius setter and he’s got a lot of things, but he’s not satisfied with that at all. He’s always trying to get more and more… Something that he wants the most, something that can make his eyes sparkle, that thing must be a great treasure, isn’t it?”

Haijima, who was stooping to grab the strap of his bag, looked up in shock.

Kuroba also looked up from his bow. The overly serious expression on his face when he was talking to Oda melted away, and a soft smile appeared on his face.

“You’ve conveyed it to me properly…I understand what you wanted to say, and what you’re thinking.”

Speechless for a moment, Haijima stared at Kuroba’s face. He bit his lower lip and searched his body for something to say, but in the end all he could do was nod.

“So Senpai, we’ll see you at practice tomorrow!”

Kuroba said with great enthusiasm and hung up the phone this time. “We have to hurry!” They both ran along the railing as the departure bell rang. It was a station where there were only passengers riding the down-bound train. The other passengers had already disappeared into the train cars, and people were already starting to come and go to catch the next train.

“Let me tell you one thing, though.”

Kuroba looked over his shoulder and shouted over the surrounding noise. As he ran behind him, Haijima, who was struggling to slung his bag over his shoulder, looked up in puzzlement.

“You think I’m not that greedy? I’m even greedier than you are. I’m the one who wants to be your ace by taking on you, who’s an incredible setter, and everything you want, so really, I’m the greediest.”

Kuroba went first and rushed through the doors from the opening in the railing. However, Haijima stopped without thinking and stood still on the edge of the platform.

As though in a panic, Kuroba turned around and extended his hand from inside the car.

“Oi? Don’t get emotional, get in.”

He avoided Kuroba’s hand, clenched his fists at the sides of his body, and looked down.

“Haa? Emotional? I’m not,” He answered in a slightly hoarse yell.

The bell stopped, and the platform fell into a strange silence for a moment. With his toes on the edge of the platform, he looked up and stared directly at Kuroba’s face.

“My talent and everything I want are all a considerable amount of stuff. If you really want it, then be prepared. You can’t get them with a lukewarm resolve. I’m going to go even higher than I am now.”

He lowered his voice and stated that like a challenge. Kuroba’s eyes widened for a moment, then muttered with a look of amazement on his face, “You really said that yourself.”

And then, the corners of his mouth lifted, giving a peek of his canines. “Bring it on.” When he smiled like that, his usual spoiled-child impression faded, and an expression reminiscent of Kuroba Yorimichi, tough and somewhat outlaw-ish, flashed across his face.

Haijima also narrowed his eyes and smiled. He kicked off the platform with all his might and jumped to where Kuroba was without any more hesitation. It was just about the doors were about to close.

The air outside was cut off, and a feeling of entrapment, like a thin membrane had come down around his ears, descended upon him. The scenery of the platform, which had been static, began to move outside the small window. Neither of them said anything right after getting into the train, but leaned against the walls on both sides of the deck and looked out the windows.

They soon passed through the station building and the night view of the city opened up before them. Through the door glass, where the two’s faces were faintly reflected on both ends, the black shadows of the skyscrapers in the distance slowly drifted by, while the neon signs on the buildings in the near distance streamed by so quickly that his eyes couldn’t keep up.

It’s been a long day… He had been recalling the events of the day. He felt like he had a lot of adventures, but when he thought about it, it was just a day trip. They were heading west and would be out of Tokyo in no time. In less than ten minutes, they crossed the prefectural border into Shin-Yokohama.

“I guess our escape is over.”

Kuroba muttered dully.

Escape. Haijima repeated silently. This was indeed an escape. It seemed that both Kuroba and himself were running from uncomfortable situations they were in.

But let’s go home now. We’ve made a place where we can return to, and everyone’s waiting for us.

And there is definitely an opportunity to come again in the not-too-distant future. Next time, the whole team will definitely come here together to fly the flag of Seiin High School, the representative of Fukui Prefecture, and present a challenge to the “whole nation.”

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