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byeoltoyuki · 5 years ago

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PROMISE ⇾ KTH

↳Pairing : You x Taehyung

Genre : Fluff / Angst / bestfriends to lovers

Words: +12k

Summary : Maybe you loved him a little too much. And maybe he loved you a little too much too.

A/N : thank you my lovely cutie pie @virgin-snow for the moodboard *-*

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Tae 👀

[10:30pm]

I'm horny.

You

[10:31pm]

How is it my problem?

Tae 👀

[10:32pm]

You're my best friend.

You

[10:32pm]

So is Jimin. 💁‍♀️

Tae 👀

[10:34pm]

Yeah but he can't suck my dick. 👀

You

[10:34pm]

Says who?

Tae 👀

[10:35pm]

Y/N! Come on !

You rolled your eyes at his desperate attempt to make you change your mind. Taehyung would never change. It was always the same, whenever he drank too much he would get horny and half of the time -or at least for the past year, he decided that you were the best choice in term of person to fuck. You said 'no' every single time and yet he never stopped trying.

Tae 👀

[10:45pm]

You can't let me suffer like that!

You

[10:46pm]

Are you drunk?

Tae 👀

[10:47m]

No.

Tae 👀

[10:47m]

Yet.

You

[10:49pm]

Then go and get yourself a girl! I'm having a party on my own!

Tae 👀

[10:51m]

What?

You

[10:52pm]

I'm finally watching The Order. So leave me alone.

Tae 👀

[10:54m]

Our friendship is cancelled. How dare you watch it without me???

You laughed at his empty threat. How many times did he threaten to cancel your friendship? You stopped counting after you realized -long ago, that Kim Taehyung was a huge drama queen and you could do nothing about it except ignore him -which meant that you would get another threat soon or later.

Taehyung wasn't always like that. At the beginning, when you first met, you were both six and Taehyung happened to be your new neighbor and the shyest little boy you had ever met. He was sitting by his house's door, looking moody and a tiny bit sad which made you look at him twice. You never liked people being all by themselves and you liked it even less when they looked so sad, that's why you approached his house without hesitation, stretching your hand to him.

"Hi. I'm Y/N and I'm your neighbor! Let's be friend?" You had beamed at him, completely unfazed by his lack of reaction.

Taehyung at six looked absolutely adorable with his chubby, totally squish-able cheeks, pretty eyes, pretty lips and a little long bangs that was half covering his eyes. Even at six you already felt the urge to squish his cheeks but of course you restrained yourself since you had only met him.

Taehyung stared at your outstretched hand, his eyes slowly darting back and forth between your hand and your smile, completely taken aback. It wasn't the first time that he saw you, but he never expected you to just approach him so straightforwardly.

"I promise, my hand doesn't bite." You joked at his hesitation and wiggle playfully your hand to prove your point.

"I know!" He replied embarrassed, his cheeks slowly turning pink. "I just-" Taehyung was stuttering and more he tried to explain himself and more embarrassed he felt. His eyes looked back at you as he heard your giggle. He wanted to snap back, thinking that you were making fun of him, instead he averted his eyes and looked at his feet instead.

"I'm Kim Taehyung." He muttered so lowly you could barely catch him.

But you did and you beamed happily at him, grabbing his hand and shaking it. He yelped, taken aback by how easily you touched him and how strong your grip was for a girl. But this simple touch was enough for him to believe that it was the beginning of a long adventure.

And it was truly the case.

Taehyung grew from being your neighbor friend to your classmate, to your best friend, not to say a kind of soulmate. You grew inseparable and through your friendship, your parents became friends too, spending most of your weekends together and even going on holidays too.

But sometimes you and Taehyung were too close and too much, making people doubt the nature of your relationship. No matter how many times you explained that you were best friend, sometimes it was hard to believe. However, you couldn't blame them seeing how your own parents had their own shares of doubt. Especially when your parents found Taehyung sleeping peacefully in your bed, with you, when you were just sixteen. It was the first and last time your parents had yelled -and pulled at his ear. Both parents took a whole hour of yelling and scolding Taehyung -and you, telling him how he couldn't do that, not anymore. Taehyung and you had listened.

Two days later he was back in your bed.

Taehyung and you were different in so many ways but somehow you clicked.

Taehyung became terribly famous during his high school years, all eyes were on him and it didn't get better with college. He was famous, funny, loud, weird and terribly attractive. He knew it all and took advantage of it, earning himself quite a reputation. And somehow you ended up with a reputation too. You were known as the girl Taehyung cared about and that most suspected being his girlfriend. Some really believed it, pitying you since Taehyung was always messing around. It made you laugh every single time. But after a while you gave up explaining and just let people believe whatever they wanted.

Tae 👀

[11:00pm]

You're a meanie :'(

You

[11:01pm]

Yeah, i love you too, douchebag.

At least someone was ready to slap some senses in Taehyung's thick head. It was well known that nobody except you could convince him to do something against his will, and there was definitely only you who wouldn't hesitate a single second to slap his pretty face if he was being too loud or annoying. But despite all that, you adored him, maybe a little more than you should. But that he didn't need to know.

Chimmy 🧡

[11:10pm]

I hate you.

You

[11:10pm]

What did I do this time?

Chimmy 🧡

[11:11pm]

Taehyung asked me for a blowjob.

You

[11:11pm]

Now that's interesting! 👀 And you said no? Why?

Chimmy 🧡

[11:11pm]

….

Chimmy 🧡

[11:12pm]

Now I know why you two get along. I still hate you.

You

[11:12pm]

Please don't! I love youuuuuuuuu. Chimmmmmm 💔

Chimmy 🧡

[11:14pm]

🤦‍♂️

You almost felt bad for Jimin -you had absolutely no problem to imagine how hard it must be to deal with a drunk and horny Taehyung.

****

When you woke up the next morning, something rather heavy was attached to you, or should you say someone: Taehyung was hugging you, his legs intertwined with yours, and his arm was tightly wrapped around your waist. You didn't need to check if it was really him -and not some creep that got inside your room in the middle of the night, you just knew it was him. You knew it was Taehyung by the way he held you tightly, by the way his warm breath tickled your neck, by the way his cologne spread all around your room. Taehyung was warm and soft and safe and just for that you pressed your back a little harder against him, ready to go back to sleep.

"Y/N! Breakfast is ready!" Your mom screamed from downstairs, making you groan and hid your face further in your blanket. "And don't even think about going back to sleep!" Maybe your mom knew it all too well. "And wake Taehyung up too!" And maybe she knew Taehyung even better.

You smiled at her words, your eyes still shut tightly, you just wanted to go back to sleep. However, Taehyung's low chuckle woke you up for good. You wiggled in his arms, putting some space between your bodies as you turned to face him. You internally groaned at how handsome he looked despite being only half awake with his eyes half closed and his hair messy. It shouldn't be allowed to look that good after a probably rough party. But Kim Taehyung was a rather weird human.

"Morning sleepy head." You couldn't help but reach for his fluffy hair and run your fingers through them. Even after years of knowing each other, you still couldn't resist the temptation -not like Taehyung minded anyway. He leaned further into your touch, he closed his eyes and pushed you closer against him, throwing a leg over you as a soft moan escaped his lips.

"What a cute puppy." You cooed

"A puppy can bite too."

"I'd love to see that."

And maybe you knew that provoking Taehyung was not very wise of you but maybe you didn't want to get up yet. With a blink of an eye he had his lips on your arm, his eyes staring back at you -not so sleepy anymore, and he bit softly on your skin, not enough to actually hurt you but enough to make you wince and kick his leg in response.

"I warned you!" He playfully said while he gently rubbed with his thumb the spot he had bitten. "You knew it would happen."

You did but your ego refused to admit it out loud which resulted in you rolling your eyes at him and kicking his legs one more time.

"See. It means I'm right."

"Yeah, yeah. Get up or I'm going to kick you out of my bed."

"But Y/N!" Taehyung whined and tried pulling you back against him and probably fall back to sleep. No matter how tempting the promise of sleeping was, you dodged his arms and jumped out of the bed, letting out a proud 'aha'.

"Come on!" You urged him before using your secret card, a card you knew Taehyung would never ignore. "Or I'm going to eat your share of mom's pancakes."

"Don't you fucking dare, Y/N!!" He yelled from the bed, trying to get up but somehow his limbs got messed up in your sheets which resulted in him half falling on the floor and you bursting into laughter. "I hate you."

"No you don't. Now come on big baby, let's have breakfast." You smiled fondly at him and stretched your hand to help him to get up.

*****

"Sweet Lord !" Your mom exclaimed at Taehyung. "You look-"

"Dashing? Magnificent? As handsome as ever?" He cut her right in the middle, grinning like a child at her, which earned him a nudge in the ribs from you.

"Don't answer that, Mom. Don't flatter his ego. Have you seen how big his head is already?" You trotted past him and went straight to your place beside your dad, your plate and coffee already waiting for you. "Hi dad."

"Hey! Rude." Taehyung protested, pouting, and without a doubt ready to throw a tantrum as if he was six again. Sometimes you did wonder how old Taehyung really was.

"Auntie. Please tell your daughter that she's an awful friend !" Taehyung grabbed your mother's hands expectantly and doing his best puppy face that your mother had always a hard time resisting. Just like right now, she inhaled and closed momentarily her eyes before glancing your way. You knew exactly what thoughts ran through her head.

"I can't believe you're still fighting like that." Your father chuckled at your antics as he shook his head in amusement.

"Excuse me but he's the one who had interrupted my precious and peaceful sleep in the middle of the night." You defended your honor as best as you could -which was a rather hard task seeing how your mother was slowly succumbing to Taehyung's eyes. You knew all too well that it was a lost cause.

"You're the one who gave him the spare key though." Your mom stated, winking at Taehyung as she sided with him.

I let an outraged scoff out as Taehyung stuck his tongue at you. Winning against you in your own house, within your family.

What a shame.

But Taehyung didn’t mind you being supposedly upset with him, he sat next to you and nudged your arm playfully few times while muttering a ‘you know I like you’. You huffed one more time but this time just for the sake of looking angry a little bit longer but you did the terrible mistake to look at him. How could you possibly stay mad at him when he was smiling so brightly and fondly at you? It was the sight that not many people witness. To most Taehyung was just a womanizer and a popular boy, nothing else. But to you and to his closest friends, he was the sweetest, most loyal and caring person ever and you had to admit that you didn’t want them to find out this side of him. The happiness on his face awoke the butterflies in your stomach and you couldn’t help but sigh in defeat and lean closer to him.

“You win this round.” You admitted defeat

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and crushed you against him, ruffling your hair –knowing all too well that you would squirm and yell at him. “I always win.”

“Kids.” You could hear your mom’s desperate mumbling as she walked past you. You, however, looked at each other before giggling, feeling like you were ten again.

“They’re impossible, aren’t they?” Your mom told your father

And you could only approve.

****

"You should have come with me to the party." Taehyung shoved you playfully as you walked down the street. You could have taken the bus or Taehyung's car but somehow seeing how the weather was nice, walking twenty minutes seemed to be a rather better choice. "Jungkook was there. I'm sure he wouldn't have mind seeing you."

"What?" You asked incredulous, glancing his way. You had a mild idea of why Taehyung had suddenly brought Jungkook in the conversation but it still felt a tiny bit weird.

"He asked about you." He clambered without looking you, without noticing that you had stopped in your track. "Maybe you should think about dating him? He's a good guy."

You stared at Taehyung, pondering on his words, pondering on how you were supposed to react. You regretted almost instantly telling him one night that you found Jungkook hot -but then again, it was the truth and nobody could deny it. But you couldn't comprehend what in his thick head made him think that you would want to suddenly date the boy. Yes, Jungkook was nice and funny -and strong you had to admit, and despite being good looking he wasn't screwing around -not like Taehyung at least but it didn't mean you wanted to start something with him. Taehyung just happened to be too noisy for his own good.

"You should-" Taehyung started, his head half turned to you only to realize that you were no longer walking by his side. He stopped abruptly and turned around, frowning at you. "What are you doing?" He blinked confused as he stared at you.

"What makes you think that I want to date him?" You finally asked and resumed your walking. "And please don't tell me you assumed it because of that night."

"Well. You did say he was hot?"

You almost wanted to laugh at how genuinely confused and upset Taehyung looked, like a kicked puppy. It seemed that according to Taehyung's logic if you found a guy or hot for that matter it meant only one thing.

"So is Jimin. You don't go asking if I want to date him."

"Because he's our best friend."

"No. He's your best friend as far as I'm concerned. I'm pretty sure he considers me as a nice person to hung out around." You glared at him. "And someone who can tolerate you."

"Bullshit."

"No. I'm serious. Ask him. You just live in your happy bubble when you're with us."

By the way Taehyung's frown deepened you knew it was a waste of time to try to explain, he was too stubborn and sometimes a little bit blind. "You're hot too." At first, you said those words to shut him up -and prove a point but then you realized that you really meant it. But it did it work; Taehyung shut up for a moment.

"You think so?"

You groaned in despair as he smirked at his own words, of course he knew he was hot and you refused to stroke his ego any further, instead you smacked his arm hard enough for him to wince and take two steps from you.

"I'm not talking to you anymore." You mumbled and walked past him, huffing and sounding upset without really being.

Taehyung was dumb and a tiny bit arrogant but just enough you could tolerate. And he was your dumbass after all. You smiled at this thought while Taehyung called for you, running after you.

*****

Taehyung happened not to be the only annoying friend in your surrounding. Actually, at some point all your friends were annoying and lousy but that was definitely what made their charms and why you loved them to death -and probably because you were a tiny bit annoying yourself too. So when Byul slumped at the empty chair beside you in the library you knew she was up to no good, especially not when she wiggled her brows playfully at you. Byul was that friend that despite her angelic features -and God knew how many fell in her trap, was actually a little devil in disguise that knew just when to hit you. And in that right moment, you braced yourself for what she had in store for you.

"Okay, what's up?" You asked unable to hide your nervousness which of course didn't go unnoticed by Byul whose grin only widened. She loved seeing you squirm under her eyes.

"So I know you and Tae had been friends for years-" Byul barely started her sentence and you knew straight away where this was heading. You couldn't believe you were having this conversation after all this time.

"I can't believe you're talking about this again." You groaned in frustration and actually slammed your head on your book, closing your eyes for a moment. "Please. Don't. "

"Taehyung spent like the whole two hours staring at you." She completely disregarded your protests and finished her thoughts.

You rolled your eyes at her. You had to give it to Byul, she was even more stubborn than you and nothing and nobody could stop her once she had settled her mind on something, in this case you and Taehyung being definitely more than friends. She had spent the past six months pestering you about the subject, analysing every moves, every lingering looks and whatsoever to argument. But maybe there was a tiny -or even huge, part of fault in you; in your drunken mind you had judged wise to share with her that maybe you did feel something terribly different than friendship for Taehyung. It was your biggest mistake and you regretted it till today.

"Don't give me your usual speech." Byul said before you could start giving her a number of reasons of why she didn't make sense. "You guys would be so cute together." You were tempted to just ignore her but then she quickly added "and he would stop whoring around."

You snorted at that. The day Taehyung would stop messing around pigs would fly.

"Then what about Jungkook?" Byul asked

You bit on your lips as a groan threatened to leave your lips. There were by now two subjects that had the habit to piss you off; first being the conversation about your relationship with Taehyung and secondly it was definitely about Jungkook. "What about him?"

"Tae thinks you're crushing on him."

“It appears so.”

“And is it true?”

“Are you really asking me that?”

“Never know with you.” She shrugged

****

You weren’t fond of parties and especially not of the crowded one but from time to time you couldn’t say no –for the sake of your peaceful life. 1. Byul would bug you in class, by messages and every minutes of your life and it could get quite overwhelming. 2. Taehyung would whine too.

Byul bae

[3:23pm]

You’re coming to Jin’s party right?

You

[3:23pm]

No?

Byul bae

[3:24pm]

Try again.

You

[3:24pm]

It’s still a no. I’m not going. I’m having a date with my bed.

Byul bae

[3:25pm]

No you’re not. You’re coming with me!

Tae 👀

[3:26]

You’re coming to this paaaaarty babe!

It could go for hours, both Byul and Taehyung scheming against you until you would say ‘yes’ which you eventually did for your own sanity.

Jin’s parties were usually huge, half of the campus would go whenever they were invited or not. You missed the time when it would be only your group of friends all together watching movies and playing different kinds of games through the night. It was the good old time. However the parties nowadays were all about getting wasted, hooking up, nothing that was your cup of tea. But you accepted to come anyway, striking a deal with Byul, ‘you go but she keeps you company’, a deal that was worthless since the moment Byul spotted the man with the most beautiful smile in the world, she forgot all about the deal and left you alone.

It was tempting to sulk in the corner of the room, but instead you chose to drink quietly your beer and watching people come and go. Some stroke up a conversation with you that never lasted for more than ten minutes, some simply acknowledged your presence with a nod and some just ignored you.

You spotted Byul and Hoseok talking, Byul leaning closely, her arm brushing against his and she giggled at whatever he was telling –Hoseok always had a funny story to share. Taehyung, on the other hand had completely vanished from your radar but you knew him enough to know that it was for the best.

You walked past people, dodging some who were dancing in the middle of the room, protecting your beer from spilling on yourself or on the floor. You were cautious as always, but apparently not enough as while turning around you bumped straight into a toned chest that belonged to no other than the host of the party: Jin.

"Careful there." His arm instantly wrapped around you to prevent you from stumbling. It was only when he was sure that there was no risk for you or for his shirt -mainly for his shirt, that he actually looked at you. "Oh! Y/N! Long time no see!"

"Hi Jin." You took a step back to put some space between your bodies.

"I must say, I'm surprised to see you at my party. Not like I don't like it or-"

"I know. But you should know Tae and Byul, they don't take no for an answer."

Jin laughed, clapping his hands wildly, being just as loud as you remembered him being. Before you could even think of anything to say, Jin went straight for a hug, crushing your body against his -you managed to push your beer away from your bodies just on time.

"It's good to see you." He patted your head softly making you only smile into his chest. Yeah I missed it too.

"Enjoy your night, Y/N."

*****

The music was blasting, buzzing in your ears, echoing with your heartbeats. You were almost tempted to join the dancing people but you didn't have enough alcohol in your system for that. You chose, instead, to sit in the middle of the stairs, with your beer, having a perfect view from up there of the room.

But you weren’t left alone for long.

It was long past eleven when you spotted a very familiar boy with beautiful doe-eyes, wearing some simple black jeans, black shirt that suited him all too well. As soon as he caught you staring, a proud smirk spread on his lips and you knew right away that he wouldn’t leave you alone so easily. And truth to be told you didn’t want him either way.

"Hi beautiful." Jungkook climbed the stairs till he was three steps below you, huge smile on his face.

"Hi handsome." You played along knowing all too well that despite the vibes he was giving off, Jungkook was harmless and was a nice guy on top of that.

"How come you're all alone?"

"Because my friends are a bunch of traitors who ditched me." And to prove your point, you pointed at Byul with Hoseok who were giggling and chatting, the world had completely disappeared for those two and you could only imagine how this night would end for them.

"Poor little thing." Jungkook cooed

"Are you making fun of me now, Jeon?" You cocked a brow at him, amused with his attempt.

"Wouldn't dare." He scrunched his nose cutely as he smiled. Without a word he sat beside you, lightly nudging you with his shoulder.

"I've been wondering." Jungkook started saying without looking at you. "Why didn't you tell Tae that you're not interested in me?"

"Oh no." You cringed. "Did he bother you?" You should have known that Taehyung wouldn't keep his mouth shut or try something that would embarrass you. You hoped, no, you prayed that he wouldn't try to get involved in your love life again but you had clearly underestimated your best friend's stupidity. "What did he say?"

Jungkook very slowly turned his head to look at you and you have to admit that you didn't like the look on his face. He leaned closer to you and if you were any other girl you would have blushed and tried to put some space between you. You didn't. You let him invade all your personal space, feeling his warm breath right on your lips. You couldn't stop yourself from looking at his lips, so terribly inviting. "Something about you liking me."

"God." You groaned, "He's so embarrassing sometimes. I mentioned once that you're hot." You forced yourself to move away from him.

"Oh? Am I?"

You rolled your eyes and playfully punched his arm. "You know you are."

"And yet you rejected me."

Your smile had completely disappeared from your face. Jungkook was a good guy and you were certainly crazy to have rejected him but your feelings for a stupid boy made things harder.

"Shouldn't you be honest with him and tell how you feel?" You refused to look at him, only because you could already feel his eyes on you, waiting for you to open up.

"I'm fine with what I already have."

"But you can have more."

You sighed unwilling to admit that Jungkook's words were right. You could have something better with Taehyung just like you could ruin everything and it was a risk you weren't ready to take.

"Not gonna happen." You shook your head and without realizing it your grip on your beer tightened. "I don't want to talk about it, Jungkook."

"Hmm." He hummed beside you and for a moment you believed that he really accepted to drop the subject. At least you thought so until a low 'oh' escaped his lips. You didn't even have time to react, you felt his fingers right under your chin, gently making you look at him. "Aren't you just too scared?"

You didn't like how it sounded or how cocky he looked with a stupid smirk plastered on his face. You tried to push yourself from him, to show him a piece of your angry mind, but Jungkook didn't let you. His hold on your chin suddenly changed, his thumb pressing harder, and the look in his eyes made a shiver run down your spine. So you stared, waiting for his explanation.

"He's watching. Should we play?"

"What?" You wanted to turn around and see by yourself but he didn't let you once again.

"If you look at him, he'll know that we're talking about him."

"What are you trying to do?"

But questioning Jungkook happened to be a waste of time. No matter how many questions you had for him, he always managed to avoid them and instead confused you only a little more. But he didn't let you ponder on the matter longer. Swiftly he wrapped an arm around you and brought your back against his chest so you could see Taehyung.

The moment your eyes met Taehyung's, your whole body tensed against Jungkook. It wasn't the sweet, smiling Taehyung that was staring back at you. No. It was the Taehyung that was upset. His face didn't show any sign of anger but the glimpse in his eyes, you have seen it before and you wished to never see it again. Especially not because of you.

He didn't budge, he stood at the other side of the room, one hand tucked in his pocket, staring intensely at you. You wished you could know what was he thinking about; he made you feel uneasy and almost scared. You had no reason to react this way, after all it was only Taehyung. It shouldn't feel wrong to be seen so close to another guy too.

And yet. You felt like you were in the wrong, caught red handed.

Jungkook's grip around your body tightened as you had this silent staring contest with Taehyung and only when his warm breath tickled your neck you realized that he was doing it on purpose.

"He looks upset." He whispered, his lips way too close to your ear. His touch, his low and dark voice sent shivers down your spine causing your free hand to grab his thigh, fingers digging into it. He hissed but didn't say a word. You didn't know that Jeon Jungkook was a kind of troublemaker. But you were about to find out.

"Do you think he'll get mad if my hand moves higher?" Jungkook asked, his chest vibrating against your back. His fingers, very slowly, ghosted over your naked arm, caressing it up and down before finally settling on your belly. Your breath hitched in your throat, waiting for his next move because by now you understood that Jungkook wouldn't stop - not unless you made him.

"What do you think?" He hummed and this time you felt his lips brushing lightly your ear. His hand resumed its course, moving from your belly to your chest, taking his all sweet time before tracing an invisible line on your collarbone only to finish his adventure on your neck. His hand rested there for a moment, without a word. You had no doubt that Jungkook could hear your crazy beating heart.

"Jungkook."

"Or what if I kiss your neck?"

You wanted to say 'no' but the moment he put his lips right below your ear, you forgot all about your protests. Your fingers dug harder into his thigh, tensing all against him, your body reacting on its own. You had completely underestimated Jungkook and his eagerness to mess with Taehyung -and you.

"Jungkook." You managed to find your voice. You wanted to sound angry but it came out weak and desperate which only made him smirk against your skin. He knew exactly what he was doing, whether it was to Taehyung or to you.

And no matter how much you wanted to prove him wrong, you couldn't ignore the way Taehyung stared at you. His frown only deepened as you tilted your head to the side, giving Jungkook a better access to your neck. There was definitely something dangerously exciting about the way Taehyung looked at you. It didn't make sense but you didn't want it to stop either. So you stared back, refusing to lose to Taehyung. His eyes darted back and forth between you and Jungkook, watching carefully Jungkook's every move and you wished that in this moment you could read his mind. It was so out of character for Taehyung to react this way.

Jungkook's fingers reached right under your chin, gently turning your face to him. He smiled, his lips almost brushing against yours. So inviting, so tempting and yet it was your wake up call. You smiled at him before forcing your body to move away from him. It took you all your willpower to detach yourself from him, from the comforting embrace but then, when you averted your eyes to glance at Taehyung, he was nowhere to be found.

*****

It took you two days to realize that something was off with Taehyung. Ever since the party he had acted not like himself and by that you meant he had been avoiding you like the plague. All your messages remained unanswered, left on 'read'. At first, you didn't pay much attention to it, Taehyung was a big boy and could do whatever he wanted and you had your own life to deal with. Except, not having any news from him worried you.

Taehyung, the usual one, couldn't stop himself from sending at least one message a day, so the fact that he didn't try to reach for you ended up bothering you. You loved Taehyung, a lot, and you could forgive him pretty much everything; him fucking around, him being too lousy, you could even forgive him when he screwed up really bad but ignoring you without a valid reason pissed you off beyond measure.

You stared intensely at your phone as if you could summon by magic a message from him. It didn't, of course. So instead, you typed a quick, without a doubt very angry and meaningful message.

You

[8:55pm]

Fuck you.

*****

You thought that after knowing Taehyung for so long, there was absolutely nothing that could surprise you, nothing that could make things awkward between you two. You knew each other just so well, you have seen each other at the lowest and yet somehow after Jungkook's little game you had no doubt that something did change after all between you.

One week later and the situation hadn't improved at all, you could add that it got even worse. Taehyung didn't answer to your final message nor did he try to talk to you when you shared the same classes. But the last straw was him ignoring you in the middle of the hall.

It was one thing that he ignored your messages, one thing that he didn't want to talk to you but leaving the moment you joined the group was plain rude and made you only angrier.

"The heck was that?" Jimin muttered to himself as he glanced at Taehyung almost out of sight.

But you had heard him. And it stung.

*****

Chimmy 🧡

[3:20pm]

Do I want to know why Tae acts like someone had stolen his candy?

Chimmy 🧡

[3:20pm]

He has been sulking the whole day.

Chimmy 🧡

[4:05pm]

He refused free food. Should I worry?

Chimmy 🧡

[4:30pm]

OK. So, should I worry too? You've been clearly ignoring me too?

Chimmy 🧡

[4:35pm]

Can someone explain to me what the fuck is going on?

You felt bad for ignoring Jimin's messages, he had done nothing wrong and was simply worried for Taehyung -and now you too, but you knew as well that if you talk to him, there was no way you could lie to him.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You wanted to write him a 'sorry, everything is ok' but you couldn't find the heart to do it.

Chimmy 🧡

[4:38pm]

You better not put this phone back in your bag or I swear it's gonna get ugly.

You froze right on the spot, your eyes glued to his message. Taehyung had once mentioned that the nice, adorable, sweet Jimin could turn into a very ugly person that could literally kill you with just his eyes. You didn't believe him of course. Taehyung was the king of exaggeration after all but this message did have a strong impact on you.

"So." A terribly familiar voice echoed from behind you. "What did I do wrong for you to be ignoring me?"

Your grip on your phone only tightened as you realized that Jimin was standing right beside you and by the sound of his voice he was unmistakably upset. All because of your own stupid brain.

Slowly, extremely slowly, you turned around to face him. You faked a smile in hope to fool him but Jimin's face stayed stoic, cold and a tiny bit terrifying. I will never again doubt you Taehyung, I swear.

"Hi?" Your voice cracked under his intense gaze and you scolded yourself for sounding so nervous. You coughed in embarrassment before pulling yourself together. "Sorry. Hi."

"Doesn't work on me."

"Hm?"

"Should I repeat my question? What the hell is going on?"

*****

The second person to notice that something was wrong with you and Taehyung was your mother. It shouldn't have come as a surprise but you didn't expect her to join on the couch on a Thursday night you were studying.

"So." She started with her ever soft voice making you look at her. "What did you fight over this time?"

Your face turned blank at her words, you just stared, unable to think straight, unable to find something to answer back. You should have known that she would notice your odd behavior.

"What makes you think that we fought?" You averted your eyes from her face, hoping that she would drop the subject. You didn't want to talk about Taehyung and maybe a part of you wanted to avoid the subject because you knew your mother would find the right words.

"Oh come on. Do you think I'm blind?" She laughed and rolled her eyes at you. "Taehyung can't stay away from this house for long. I haven't seen or heard of him for a few days. I can only assume that you fought."

You stared at her for a moment, weighting your options. Should you just pour your feelings or should you keep everything for yourself?

"So? What happened?"

"I'm not sure myself." You admitted through a long and tired sigh.

"Last time it was about your boyfriend, if I remember correctly."

You groaned at the memory. It was ridiculous really. Taehyung paid you a visit one night, telling you that your boyfriend was just an idiot, unworthy of someone as cool and nice as you. At first, you thought he was being the jealous best friend -because Taehyung could get a little overprotective, which was cute but then he became plain mean and rude. You didn't talk to him for three days.

"As i said, I'm not sure myself. He started ignoring me after a party. It pissed me off so I'm ignoring him back.

"So mature." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm which sounded like a slap and a reminder: you were no longer children. "You both are extremely stubborn, Y/N. But, don't you miss him?"

"I do."

"Then be the mature one. Talk to him.

****

You woke up to the feeling of warm and strong arms circling your body. You didn't open your eyes, you didn't need to know that it was still late and that Taehyung had once again sneaked in your room. You stirred in his arms, pressing yourself a little harder against him and you sighed in delight and relief. You didn't realize how badly you missed having him around until you felt him against you. He bumped his nose against your neck, tickling you with his warm breath. You felt your inside melting into puddles at his gesture. Taehyung would be the death of you.

"I'm an asshole." Taehyung finally whispered, a part of him wished for you to be asleep but he knew all too well that you were wide awake.

"Yes you are."

Taehyung tightened his grip around your body and you felt him shifting nervously against you. "I'm sorry."

You contemplated the idea of playing hard to get, you wanted him to suffer a little longer but then Taehyung let a low whimper and squeezed you tightly. All your resolution crumbled instantly. Taehyung had you wrapped around his finger without even knowing it.

"Y/N." He pleaded

And you gave in just like that.

You wiggled in his arms, pushing him away for a moment only to turn around and face him. You stared at him for a moment, searching his eyes. Taehyung regretted ignoring you, his eyes spoke for him.

"I'm so sorry." Taehyung repeated

Your eyes beamed in the darkness of your room. You took his hand and brought it to your lips, kissing it gently and rubbing the spot you kissed.

Taehyung's eyes widened in surprise. He opened his mouth only to close it again. He looked confused, lost, like a kicked puppy which made you smile fondly at him.

"I'm sorry too." You finally said, ending his misery.

"Why are you apologizing?" Now Taehyung was even more confused. He blinked few times, gawking at you before finally frowning and pouting. "You tried talking to me. I shut you out."

"I did. But I should have confronted you." You let go of his hand and cupped his pouty face instead. "We're both so damn stubborn. But I should have known better." You rubbed his cheek with your thumb. "I should have snapped some sense into your thick head."

Taehyung closed his eyes at your words and leaned into your touch, relishing the feeling. The palm of your hand against his cheek felt warn and soft and comforting, he enjoyed it more than he wanted to admit.

"I was jealous." Taehyung confessed to your biggest surprise.

"What?"

He averted his face, face that heated up against the palm of your hand. You slid your hand under his chin forcing him to look back at you.

"Taehyung."

He didn't let you add anything else, he crushed your body against his to the point that breathing became hard; his head rested on top of yours.

"Please don't ask." He mumbled against your head.

Taehyung was embarrassed which was so unusual of him but you decided to let it go. For now.

"Ok." You whispered and hugged his body.

Taehyung was back, it was all that mattered.

****

Ever since the fight, Taehyung decided that he had to spend almost all minutes of his life with you. You were surprised at first, thinking that he was just messing around but when he started showing up at your doorstep every single morning with your coffee you realized that Taehyung was trying to redeem himself.

You stared at the steaming coffee that he was handing you, smiling widely at you, proud of your confused look. "What - Why?"

"What do you mean why? Am I not allowed to bring some coffee to my best friend? I know you can't function without it." He shrugged it off as if it was nothing and shoved the coffee in your hands.

"Tae. It has been a whole week, you-" He cut you off by putting his finger on your lips and shaking his head in disapproval.

"Just accept it."

"But Tae!" You whined but he still didn't care. Taehyung turned his back, ready to leave. You had no other choice but groan in despair and follow his steps.

******

On a Saturday morning, while you were sorting some old boxes with your mom, Taehyung barged in the house like he owned the place.

He did.

"Hello!" He shouted enthusiastically

"Oh Taehyung!" You heard your father's voice

Nobody complained about his wild entrance. Quite the opposite. Your father welcomed Taehyung with opened arms, patting his back vigorously.

"Where's Y/N?"

"Here!" You yelled from the living room

Your father beamed at Taehyung and let him join you.

Somehow in the middle of the cleaning you came upon a box full with photo albums. You didn't intend to go through all of them, just to have a peek and go back cleaning. It didn't go quite as planned. There were hundreds of pictures inside the box, wedding pictures, family pictures, baby pictures and of course tons of pictures with Taehyung.

"Hey pumpkin." Taehyung jumped on the couch while you sat on the floor with your mom at his feet. "What are you doing?"

"Look at this." Your mom handed him a set of pictures that he eagerly accepted. A huge grin spread on his lips as he looked at the first picture.

"Oh!" He slid from the couch and sat on the floor between you and your mom, nudging playfully your leg. "Look at us being all cute!"

"I was cute. You, it's debatable!" You provoked him when in fact you thought just the same.

"Please." Taehyung scoffed, "You can't lie to me, baby. I was born cute."

"Kids." Your mom muttered to herself

You giggled at her comment and put your head on Taehyung's shoulder. You didn't realize just how much pictures of you two they had. From school festivals, playgrounds, birthday parties, they had memorize every steps of your life, of your friendship.

"Oh my god." You laughed at the picture. It was a ten years old Taehyung with a bloody nose. "I remember that one."

"Yeah. This bunch of idiots called you ugly." Taehyung huffed in annoyance, still offended by their behavior which made you laugh.

"Come on. You can't be mad. It was long ago!"

"Whatever."

And here you thought you were the one to hold grudges for too long. Kim Taehyung had beat you at it.

"And this one!" Taehyung showed you a picture from one of your birthday party. You had frosting on your nose and cheeks and you looked positively pissed at a very proud and happy Taehyung. "You kicked my ass so hard."

"Ok but you deserved it! You wasted some precious frosting from my cake!" You hit his arm playfully in return.

Taehyung looked at you, his face blank, you stared back before both of you burst into laughter.

"There are only pictures of us making silly faces. Not a single normal one." You pointed out

"We were so noisy. No wonder."

"You still are." You mom countered

Both of you looked at her offended and ready to fight back.

"We're not!"

She rolled her eyes at you.

"Here. I've found a normal one." She handed you the said picture and you couldn't stop the urge to hug Taehyung. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist and nestled your head against his shoulder.

Your mom was right, it was the only one and it was probably the most special one. You were probably around twelve, in your garden, holding your pinkies. Taehyung stared at the picture a little longer before turning his head towards you. His face was terribly close, his breath brushing your skin. You pulled back to have some space -and to save yourself from a heart attack, but your eyes stayed glued to his.

"What?" You averted your eyes and glanced at the picture instead.

"I remember it."

I do too.

"What was your promise aboutN" Your mom asked. "You guys look so happy."

You didn't have the heart to tell her, a part of you embarrassed which explained your pinky cheeks, while another part just didn't want to share this precious memory with anyone else.

12 years old,

You have been crying for the past ten minutes in your garden, hiding from the world under a tree. It was a very bad idea for you to watch a supposedly romantic movie. It would have been a nice one if the main character didn't end up with her heart broken. The movie made you realize that not all girls had their happy ending. With this realization came the fear of never finding love which resulted in you crying.

"Why are you crying?"

You raised your head, only to see a very confused Taehyung before you. You hiccuped at his sight but almost instantly you started crying harder.

"Stop crying!" His face turned red and he grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to stand up and look at him. You didn't find the strength to do it, instead you hid your eyes with your hands.

"Y/N! Come on!" Taehyung grabbed your hands, leaving you no choice but to look at him. "Can you explain to me why are you crying?"

"Tae." You hiccups "What if I end up alone?" Your eyes filled up again with tears.

"What." Taehyung's frown only deepened and he searched for your eyes just to make sure that you weren't making fun of him. But you weren't, he realized. You were genuinely concerned and devastated for your love life. Taehyung wanted to laugh at you for your useless worry. "Dummy."

Your eyes widened in surprise, quickly replaced with hurt and anger. You pushed him with all your strength - Taehyung stumbled.

"You're horrible!" You yelled and walked by him, bumping into him with your shoulder.

But Taehyung didn't let you leave so easily. He grabbed you by your shoulders but you shrugged him off angrily. You glared, furious, at him; it startled him for a second, you were furious and he hadn't realized just how enraged you were. But Taehyung was stubborn and wouldn't give up so easily. He grabbed your arm, this time, and spun you around; he cupped your face in his hands and looked at you fondly, his boxy smile almost calming you down.

"You silly girl. Why do you think you will end up alone?" He squished your cheeks and chuckled. "How can a girl this pretty end up alone?"

All anger had completely vanished from your body, leaving you so taken aback, eyes wide opened as you looked at him. You gave up trying to push him away, your hand frozen on his forearm.

"Stop joking." You stuttered and sniffed

Taehyung squeezed your cheeks in response, chuckling at your bewildered look. "Why would I lie? Look at you, all cute."

"Tae-"

"I would marry you."

You stopped breathing, dumbfound at his suggestion. He took one final step closer to you, there was no space left; he pressed his forehead against yours, bumping his nose with yours.

"Let's make a promise?"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I am. It would be an honor."

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."

******

“So. How’s things with Taehyung?”

Your mom had asked you one night while you were having a movie night with her. You immediately stopped shoving popcorns in your mouth at her words. You didn’t look at her, you didn’t want to see the expecting look she was giving you. Of course you knew what she was referring to.

“What do you mean?” You feigned innocent and resumed eating popcorns

“Oh. Play dumb all you want. But I’m not blind.” She poked your side playfully which cause you to squirm and try to escape her attacks. “I wouldn’t mind having Taehyung as son-in-law. I mean, we already consider him as our son.”

“Mom.” You whined like a child. You sure as hell felt like one. It was just like when you were a teenager and your mom would tease you about your crushes.

“What?” She laughed heartily. “You suit each other.”

“Mom. Can you not?”

She poked your sides again, laughing at your embarrassment. “He loves you, you know that.”

“He doesn’t. Not like that at least.”

Your mom judged you silently, clearly disapproving you.

“It’s just not the right timing.” You ended up saying

“And when would it be?”

“I don’t know. Just not now.”

Jungkook was in the end the one to save you from this awkward conversation by sending you a message. You jumped from the couch to grab your phone from the table.

[10:05pm]

Tae is dead drunk.

You

[10:05pm]

It’s barely 10???

[10:06pm]

You tell me.

[10:06pm]

He’s been moping around.

[10:06pm]

Did you fight?

You

[10:07pm]

No?

[10:07pm]

Odd.

[10:07pm]

You should come and bring him home.

You

[10:08pm]

Why me? You can do it!

[10:10pm]

Excuse me miss but he’s your man AND there’s a really cute girl at the party.

You

[10:12pm]

God. I hate you all.

[10:13pm]

😘

You sighed in defeat. It was, indeed, your duty as Taehyung’s best friend to catch him when he fell –and in this case when he was drunk. Your eyes darted back and forth between your phone and your mom who winked playfully at you. You wanted to ask how she could know what was going on when you didn’t say a word but you stopped yourself –it was better not to know.

“Sorry mom but I need to go.”

“Go get him.”

“It’s not what you think. Tae got drunk so I’m just going to bring him home.”

Your mom glanced at her watch, baffled.

“Yeah I know.”

*****

“Y/N!” Jungkook sang your name when he spotted you at the party. He halted just before you, looking at you up and down and bit his lips, holding back a laughter. “You look lovely.”

You scoffed at his words and pushed him out of your way. You didn’t look the best, not like you cared; you wore your grey sweatpants with a pale pink hoodie, your hair was a mess too. But you weren’t at this party to have fun, you were doing your job and nothing more.

You heard Jungkook’s laugh behind you and the next thing you knew he had one arm wrapped around your shoulders, his face close to your ear. “He’s on the couch, talking to his beer.” He pointed at a lonely Taehyung on the couch. Taehyung was, just like Jungkook had said, talking to his beer, staring at it so intensely, almost as if he was expecting a response. ”Told you, he’s wasted.”

Well shit. It must be really bad. You hadn’t seen Taehyung drunk many times, mainly because Taehyung hated drinking to the point of losing his meanings (and charms) and he hated even more the headache that would wait patiently for him in the morning.

“Go get him.”

You glanced at him. Jungkook was smiling at you, a genuine bunny smile that melted your heart right away. Jungkook was annoying but annoyingly adorable too.

“Geez.”

Taehyung spotted you immediately as you approached him. His face lit in pure happiness, he tried to get up from the couch only to stumble –you caught him before he could crash right on the floor and humiliate himself a little further. You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your mouth as you helped him to stand up, your arms tightly wrapped around him.

“Well hello to you too.”

“Y/N! Y/N! You came!” Taehyung cracked up, his eyes crinkling and he gripped your arm to support himself. "You look so cute."

"And you're completely drunk."

"Me? Drunk? Ptss! No way!" And he giggled madly as if he had said something absolutely hilarious.

No doubt, Taehyung was completely wasted.

"Let's get you home, Tae."

"But I don't want to?" He pouted, his face turning suddenly so sad that you felt like the bad guy who just had ruined his life.

"Come on, Tae." You asked more gently in hope to sooth drunk mind.

"Noo!" He protested, his grip on your arm tightened exponentially, his fingers dug into your arm making you wince in pain. But Taehyung was far too gone to notice.

"Taehyung." You tried to free your arm that would without a doubt bruise later because of his grip. "You're drunk and I'm tired. Either you go home with me or I swear to God I'm not going to talk to you ever again." It was low to threaten him this way but you didn't know what else would convince him to follow you.

Taehyung's face darkened for a second before flicking back to his drunk state. "You're mean." Instead of fighting back and clinging to you, he turned his back and started walking towards the exit.

Oh boy. You sighed. You didn't think that dealing with a drunk Taehyung would be so hard and draining. He was beyond annoying and you wouldn't miss a chance to remind him about it.

You stared at his back and at his attempt to walk straight which of course resulted into him stumbling a few time. You sprinted towards him and wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him. Taehyung, in return, glared angrily at you, nevertheless he accepted your help with a scowl as big as La Manche.

"Geez."

***

If you thought that convincing Taehyung to go home would be the hardest part of your night, then oh boy how wrong you were. Taehyung made the trip to his house almost impossible for your sober brain - he sang, he kept poking your side, your thighs while you were trying to drive him safely. He kept blabbering some nonsense and at some point you were convinced that Taehyung was simply possessed by the devil himself. Except he wasn't but it didn't mean he didn't annoy the crap out of you.

"Kim Taehyung!" You finally snapped at a red light. "I swear to god, if you don't stop-"

"You're swearing a lot today." You were fuming and were so tempted to smash his pretty little head but he cut you right in the middle of your angry speech. He giggled, covering his mouth with his hand before looking at you. "Aw come on, Y/N. Don't be mad. Pretty please."

You taught that Park Jimin had the best puppy face in the world -you could never resist those eyes, but here came the drunk Taehyung and his puppy face. You were royally screwed.

"Stop."

"What?"

"This!" You pointed at his face. "The puppy face!"

"Oh. That." In a matter of seconds his face turned from innocent to devilish. He smirked and leaned closer, the red light perfectly reflecting on his face, giving him an even more dangerous, lethal look which caused you to pull back against your door as if you could escape. It was such a whiplash to see how easily, despite being drunk, Taehyung could change his behavior. But you refused to lose.

"Yes that." And just like that you smashed your hand on his face, not strong enough to hurt but enough to push him away. He fell back on his seat, blinking madly at you.

"Now. Be a good boy and shut up."

Fortunately for you, the light turned green and Taehyung calmed down.

For now.

******

"Tae." You called for him as you had reached the destination. You parked just before his house.

He ignored you. Completely.

"Tae." You repeated, your hands gripped the wheel hard, you were running out of patience. But he didn't budge. "Taehyung." You closed your eyes for a second, taking a deep breath you decided to try one last time. "Kim Taehyung."

Taehyung ignored you once again.

You punched his arm with too much strength making him wince and jump in his seat. It was odd how suddenly Taehyung didn't seem so drunk anymore. For a moment, you wondered if he was drunk to begin with.

"Woman!" He cried out while rubbing the spot you had hit. "It hurts!"

"Get out."

"No."

"What do you mean no? Get out!"

"I don't want to! You're going to leave me. Alone." Taehyung, after ignoring you for so long, finally looked at you, his gaze firm showing just how serious he was.

"Kim Taehyung, what do you think you're doing?" You asked feeling unease

"Can I stay with you?"

Oh boy. You stared at him, confused and touched at the same time. Taehyung was such a troublemaker and yet you couldn't say no to him. You huffed in defeat. "Since when do you need a permission?" And just like that, you moved your car to your garage.

Taehyung followed you inside the house in silence, like a puppy. Your mom was still watching a movie by the time you came inside. The moment she spotted you at the entrance, she eyed you both from head to toe, judging silently Taehyung. You chuckled at the hard stare she gave him. Taehyung, however, hid behind your body, trying to save himself from your mom's eyes.

"I didn't drink that much." Taehyung tried to defend himself from behind you, squeezing your arm in hope to find some comfort from your side. None came obviously.

"But my daughter still needed to bring you home?"

"I-" But under your mom's piercing eyes, he gave up. "Fine. But I sobered up!"

"You stumbled twice." You added

"Shhhhh." He put his finger on your lips to shut you up. Again. You rolled your eyes at him and without hesitation you bit on it. "Y/N!"

Your mom chuckled at your interaction and shook her head. "Go to sleep. And don't forget to drink some water to prevent a headache."

****

"Y/N." You heard Taehyung calling your name. "Y/N." He poked your stomach. "Come on. I know you're not really sleeping."

"Yeah but I'd love to." You groaned but despite your annoyance you opened your eyes and looked back at him. Taehyung was laying beside you, his hand held yours tightly, his eyes too intense for your liking. "What."

"Thank you for being my best friend." He suddenly said

"What."

"And for dealing with my crap." He added. "And for never giving up on me." He closed his eyes as a small yet warm smile spread on his face. He brought your hand closer to his lips -you watched his every move, too astonished to speak or to act. "I love you."

Your heart missed a beat. Your brain stopped functioning for a short second, refusing to comprehend, to process his words. Was your mind playing you some dirty tricks? Have you finally lost your mind?

"I love you so much."

Before you could find a proper answer. Before you could even speak your heart out, Taehyung fell asleep.

****

You

[1:30pm]

Hey assholes. I need your help!

Chimmy 🧡

[1:31pm]

Wow. Lovely.

Byul bae

[1:31pm]

Rude.

[1:32pm]

Maybe if you beg I'll help.

You

[1:32pm]

First of all, fuck you JK.

[1:33pm]

Anytime.

Chimmy 🧡

[1:33pm]

My eyes.

Byul bae

[1:33pm]

Please.

You

[1:35pm]

For fuck's sake

Byul bae

[1:35pm]

So, what's up?

You

[1:36pm]

Because you're noisy I believe you'd be the best at helping me.

Chimmy 🧡

[1:37pm]

I'm going to pretend that I didn't see this part of the message.

Byul bae

[1:38pm]

Same

You

[1:39pm]

Tae confessed.

Byul bae

[1:39pm]

Oh.

Chimmy 🧡

[1:40pm]

Finally.

[1:40pm]

About time!

You

[1:42pm]

Okay but listen, he was half drunk. I'm not exactly sure if he meant his words.

Chimmy 🧡

[1:42pm]

Y/N. Don't be stupid. He's been pretty much in love with you for the past two years.

You stared at your phone, rereading over and over again Jimin's last message. You expected him to scold you for doubting but you certainly not expected him to spill the beans. It comforted you but troubled you too. You had those stupid, unwelcome feelings for Taehyung for so long and now that finally it wasn't a one side love, you refused to accept it.

You

[1:50pm]

What should I do?

Chimmy 🧡

[1:51pm]

Just talk to him. Tell him how you feel.

Seemed easy right? Except Taehyung decided to pretend like nothing had happened. Pretended as if he didn't reveal one of his biggest secret.

*****

One week later and you still didn't muster up the courage to talk to Taehyung. You even played his game without much effort. He acted like nothing had happened and so did you. Except your min and heart were going crazy. Jimin's words never left your mind and you felt guilty for being such a coward. When did it become so hard for you to say 'I love you'?

The help came in the form of a text from Jimin.

Chimmy 🧡

[8:06pm]

A party at my house on the beach? To celebrate the holidays?

You

[8:06pm]

You rich kids disgust me.

Chimmy 🧡

[8:06pm]

Oh babe. I take it as a yes.

You

[8:08pm]

Who am I to refuse such an invitation?

And just like that all of you ended up at his place.

The house itself wasn't extremely huge, compare to what you initially thought, but big enough to host all of you. It was decided that Byul and you would share a room. Initially.

"Oh, I don't think so." Jimin stretched his hand to stop you in your track. You and Byul exchanged a puzzled look, to what Jimin grinned too widely for your liking. "You're not sharing your room with Byul."

"What?"

"You." Jimin pointed at you. "Will have to share your room with Tae." And then he pointed at Byul. "And you with Hobi."

You were both so taken aback that no words left your mouth. Jimin, on the other hand, looked smug and proud. He took your bags from your hands. "Ladies."

"Jimin!" You finally found your voice to protest but Jimin only shrugged and showed you the way

"It's gonna be fun." Byul chuckled

You were not amused.

*****

"Is it really necessary, Jimin?" You dared to ask once there was only the two of you left.

Jimin put your bag on your bed and slowly turned to look at you. For a moment, his face remained emotionless, his gaze so intense it forced you to avert your eyes and bit your lips in almost regret. All of this was absolutely ridiculous. It shouldn't bother you to stay in the same room as Taehyung, it shouldn't bother you to share the same bed either, you had done it for years. But you couldn't help but worry.

"I honestly don't understand why you can't just tell him how you feel. He already told you-"

"He was half drunk, Jimin."

"Does it change something that he was drunk?" Jimin asked you. "Because you and I both know that drunk Tae means honest Tae."

You wanted to argue, to deny but Jimin was absolutely right and you were making a fool of yourself.

"See." Jimin chuckled as you sighed in defeat. He took your hands in his and gave them a gentle squeeze. "You're scared. Not because he was drunk but because your relationship is bound to change."

It was scary how well Jimin understood you and your relationship. Because yes, the roots of your worries were the fear of the changes. What if it didn't work? What if you end up losing him?

"Stop whatever you're thinking about." Jimin saw right through you. "Stop overthinking. Honestly, I don't think that you would change much just because you start dating. You've been acting like a couple for a while now which is annoying and painfully to look at."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Jimin had a soothing effect on your mind. He made things seem so easy - and it was. You squeezed his hand back and smiled at him.

"I should call you Doctor Park."

Jimin burst into giggles.

*****

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" You barely had time to register that Taehyung was the one calling for you, when suddenly two arms circled your body and crushed you right against a very familiar chest. "Did you miss me? Miss me?"

"Tae." You groaned and wiggled in his arms, in vain. "I saw you last night!"

"And so? I missed you!" And just like that he pecked your cheek and ran away, giggling like a kid.

Oh boy. Someone help me.

****

"Hey Jinnie, do you need any more help?"

Jin put the last piece of marinated beef in the bowl before glancing at you. You spent the past two hours in the kitchen with Jin and Byul, cooking, preparing everything for the party. It was nothing like their wild parties in town, instead, there were only the ten of you. Jimin was in charge of showing around to others, even if most of them already knew the place.

"Thank you, but I think we're done. You should prepare for tonight. I think we're going to start in like one hour."

You nodded your head and went straight for your shared room.

Fortunately for you, Taehyung was nowhere to be seen, you bet he was messing around with Jungkook or maybe Jimin, which meant you could get ready without being interrupted every two minutes.

But when you got inside the room, the first thing you noticed was the nice scent of peonies. You halted right at the door, surprised, before looking around only to find an incense stick burning right next to the bed. Then, you noticed something that took your breath away.

Right in the middle of your bed laid a huge bouquet of white peonies.

You made sure to close the door behind you as you stepped inside your room, a stupid grin on your face. You had already a little idea from who the bouquet was and this only thought made your heart swell with so much love and pure happiness. You jumped on the bed, only to sit with your legs crossed as you took the bouquet in your hands. Just like you expected a small note was attached to one of the flower.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite."

You let yourself fall back on the bed, the small note pressed against your heart. Taehyung didn't sign the card, but his handwriting was unique, to you at least, and you could recognize it among thousands. But you had to admit that Taehyung took you by surprise once again. You thought you have seen all sides of him but today he was showing a side you didn't really expect him to have. Who would guess that the boy who used to fool around was a damn romantic who would quote you Shakespeare?

With a smile on your face, you got up from the bed. It was time to get ready.

You picked a special dress for the BBQ party; a long white dress tied around your neck, with a slit on each side. You untied your hair and let them fall on your shoulders in waves. You ruffled them to give some more volume. It was a simple, summer look and yet something was off. You looked at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your dress, you couldn't pinpoint right away what was missing. At least, until the moment your eyes fell on the bouquet of flowers on your bed. You let a proud 'aha!'; you grabbed one flower and put it in your hair. Now, the look was complete, perfect.

****

By the time you came out of your room, everybody had gathered on the terrace that led straight to the beach. The first persons you spotted were Jimin and Jin who were preparing the grill. Then, you saw Byul and Hoseok already drinking a beer for Hoseok and a mojito for Byul. A mojito seemed to be a very appropriated drink for tonight.

"A mojito for a lady?" You asked Hoseok who was the closest to the improvised bar. "I know you're good at making them."

"A strong one if I remember well?" Hoseok laughed

"I don't see a lady though." Byul teased you and you nudged her playfully with your hips. "Where did you get a peony? It suits you and your dress."

"It's a secret." You winked at her

Byul brought her glass to her lips, her eyes though never left yours. You didn't need to tell her the secrete, your friend was very perceptive and half of the time she could read you like an open book.

"You look great, Y/N." You heard Hoseok saying, you turned your head to look at him and he handed you your glass of mojito. "And I think I'm not the only one thinking that." He pointed at something behind you and Byul.

You followed his direction only to find Taehyung and Jungkook laughing together and yet despite Taehyung being immersed in whatever Jungkook was telling him, his eyes were glued to you. The moment you caught him staring, a wide grin spread on his lips and he raised his beer in your direction, greeting you. You couldn't stop yourself from laughing but you greeted him just the same way.

"Oh yeah. Now I know where you got your peonies." Byul commented with a knowing look on her face. To what you only rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink.

"Hobi, you're the king of mojito from now on."

***

"Excuse me miss, I've never seen you around here. Can I offer you a drink?" Taehyung handed you another glass of mojito to replace your empty one.

"Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have a chance?" You tried to sound as outraged as possible but Taehyung only wiggled his brows suggestively and joined you on the steps that led to the beach.

You had long taken off your shoes, the feeling of sand was divine. You felt free, free from studies, free from troubles. The sun was slowly going down but still caressed your skin. You could spend hours sitting just there, watching the sea that with the sun light looked slightly red and so welcoming.

"I don't think I need to get you drunk for that." Taehyung said. "Nice flower. I wonder where you found it."

You rolled your eyes at his attempt to be smug. You didn't comment, you didn't need to, Taehyung already knew what you were thinking and he laughed at that before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him so you could watch the sunset together.

It felt perfect. You were at the right place, at the right time; Taehyung's warm arms around you, the sea spreading right before your eyes, the loud laughs of your friends. What else could you wish for?

"By the way, I have something to say." You realized that it was probably the perfect timing to tell him how you felt. You were finally alone and close to each other and you felt at peace and ready.

"I know." But of course Taehyung had to ruin the moment

You shoved him away from you and groaned in frustration which only made him laugh louder.

"Way to ruin the mood Kim."

Instead of fighting you back, Taehyung grabbed your arm and pulled you back in his arms. He ruffled your hair, knowing all too well that it would annoy you before finally he slid a finger right under your chin and made you look at him. He was smiling at you, so so brightly, he put the sun at shame. His eyes were filled with so many emotions, pure fondness, happiness, love - your own heart felt them all and responded back.

"I know." He repeated with his voice getting a little lower than usual.

Taehyung was frustrating, annoying, loud. Ever since you had met him for the first time. He became your friend, best friend, a soulmate, a person your heart was yearning. Now that he was holding you in his arms, you realized just how badly you wanted him in your life. There was no more doubts in your mind and in your heart, so you let out the three words that you were dying to say.

"I love you."

#bts scenario #taehyung #bts #jungkook #jimin #jin #bts x reader #taehyung x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #bts fanfic #bts fic #hoseok #promise

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elusive---ivory · 5 years ago

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The Woman in Velvet pt. 7

This was tiring.., but it's here! Hooray!! I appreciate my bestfriend @princessgeekface for being my editor, please go check her out she really rules!!

Without a further ado.

PAIRING: Arthur Fleck x Oc

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, Self Inflicted Pain.

Taglist:

@gloomybih @princessgeekface @mijachula @memory-mortis

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

"Well as of right now, Mr. Wayne, I think we can close a deal." The man in the large black suit said over the telephone. "I'm sure she'd be happy to perform. How about next Tuesday? Great! I'll see you then." The man promptly hung up the phone.

The little girl sat in the far corner of the room.

"Good news, sweetheart. You're preforming for Thomas Wayne." The man said to the girl.

The girl's cheeks were red, and her eyes were puffy. Her lips were busted and bruised. She whimpered in the corner. "Great." She whispered to herself.

"You should smile, my dear. It's wonderful news." He walked closer to her. "I love you."

The girl turned away. "No, you don't." She growled.

"What was that?" The man walked up to her with a firing rage.

"You don't love me, Uncle Charlie. If you did, I won't play in these stupid shows." She got off her knees, shaking.

"You quit with this attitude, young lady." He hissed, grabbing onto her shoulders.

"I'm 16 years old, Charlie." She yelled. "Stop controlling my life."

Smack.

"Listen here, I've tried to be nice to you, but you really leave me no choice. Be a good girl, Sandy, and I'll reward you." The man gripped on tight to her large waist.

She pushed him off. "You can't do this to me. Just let me go." The girl screamed.

The man grabbed her by the throat. "Listen here, you fucking bitch. You're not going anywhere as long as I am still alive." He let go of her throat.

She fell to the ground coughing.

"Besides, Sandy, you're useless without me. Completely worthless."

'10:30 am? I guess it could be worse.' She slumped out of her bed, and headed to the kitchen. Sandy couldn't stop thinking about Arthur, and their little date. She didn't know why she was so heads over heels for this boy.

Sandy woke up in a cold sweat. 'Thank fuck that today's my day off.' She thought to herself. Sandy looked over at the clock.

Sandy smiled while stirring her coffee. She sighed dreamily like a schoolgirl, and pressed the button on her answering machine.

"You have (2) new messages." The autonomous voice said.

"Voicemail 1:

Hey, Sandy, It's me, Arthur. I'm heading to Wayne Manor today, and I've got some exciting news." His voice got closer to the phone. "Thomas Wayne is my dad."

Sandy eyes widened. She choked a little on her coffee. 'He's joking, right?' Sandy set her coffee down, and rubbed her temples. "Ugh, damn it, Art." She mumbled to herself.

Meanwhile the answering machine started playing the 2nd message.

"Voicemail 2:

Hello, is this the phone number of Sandy Dolere? I regret to inform that your uncle, Charles Paul Harris, has passed away as of last week. He was suffering from heart failure, and he was scheduled for an operation in December. Charles died in his sleep from natural causes. When you get the chance, please call us back at 467-286-7789."

Sandy looked at the machine. Her hand hovered over the delete button. Softly, she moved her hand and fell to the kitchen floor. Her loud sobs could be heard throughout the complex.

Her coffee mug was shatter with spilled brown liquid all over the floor. Sandy reached over the counter, taking a pack of cigarettes from of the counter. Gently, she placed in in her mouth, laying there on the floor. Sandy got up, finding herself a lighter. She looked over to the bottle of whiskey in the open cabinet. She turned away from it, lighting her cigarette. As Sandy took a long peaceful drag from the cigarette, she exhaled into the dreary morning. She took the cigarette out of her mouth and looked down at her bare arm. Sandy jammed the burning cigarette into her porcelain skin. Tears formed in her eyes as the ashes and blood dripped down her arm. She took the cigarette off and looked at the whole in her arm.

"Fuck." Sandy whispered, throwing her cigarette away. She went over to the bathroom to wash all the blood and sorrow away. She laid there in the bathtub. Hot water flowed out the faucet. She ducked her head under the water, holding in her breath. Whilst she was in her thoughts, she heard a knock at the door.

Quickly, she jumped out of the tub, and put on her lime green robe, usually she expected Arthur to drop by with a quick kiss or so, but to her surprise, it was two detectives in black.

"Good Afternoon, Ms. Dolere. I'm Detective Gordon, and this is my partner Detective Johnson." The detective known as "Gordon" turned to his partner.

"We're looking into the murders that happened on the subway. As you may know they were Wayne employees, and one of them just so happened to be your co-worker, Dennis Cullen." Detective Johnson said, as he stepped inside her apartment. "Nice place." He commented.

"Thanks." Sandy mumbled under her breath. "If you could give me a second, gentleman, I just got out of the tub." Sandy disappeared into the other room, struggling to find clothes.

Detective Gordon sat down on the couch.

"No worries. We'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind." Sandy reentered the room, fully dressed. She sat on the couch, taking a deep breath. She eyed the two detectives up and down.

Detective Gordon shifted in his seat, while Detective Johnson took out a notepad. Both detectives sat across from Sandy, who looked pretty annoyed at them for just being there.

"Where were you on the night the subway murders happened?" Johnson asked, eyeing her reaction.

"I was at home watching the TV. I had a long day at work, and I was unwinding." Sandy replied.

"Right." said Detective Johnson, writing down on his notepad.

"We had asked around about your relationship with Dennis, and they said that you two had a 'thing'. Is this true?" Gordon asked, putting air quotes over the word 'thing'.

"I had no relationship with him. He was just an asshole around the office. He was also the guy to make the most sales, but I saw no reason why he should die." Sandy replied with a stoic look on her face.

"I see. We've been asking around the building and we wanted to ask about your relationship with Arthur Fleck. The neighbors say they've see you get quite close these past few weeks, is that true?" Gordon took the notepad from Johnson, and looked over the notes.

Sandy froze for a second, continuing her stoic face, but with a red tint placed on her cheeks. "I'd say that yes, we've gotten closer. He's very nice to me. He's passionate about his comedy career, and I support him fully."

"Uh-huh." Johnson mumbled. "Did you two have any sexual encounters with each other?"

Sandy blushed madly, taken aback by this information. "That's none of your business." She glared at Johnson, crossing her arms.

"Alright, thank you for your time, Ms. Dolere." Gordon got off the couch, shaking Sandy's hand. Johnson followed behind him.

"Have a good evening, gentlemen." Sandy closed her door. "For sweet hell, it's already evening?" She said to herself, looking outside on the horizon. Sandy looked down at her scarred arm. She stared at it for a good long while, almost as if she was mocking it. Sandy smirked.

"Poor, poor Dennis," She mocked, lighting another cigarette. She heard a loud bang coming from the apartment downstairs. Sandy extinguished the cigarette.

She ran out of her apartment, and pressed the button on the elevator. 'What the fuck?' Sandy's thoughts ran a muck. The elevator slowly closed its doors as Sandy pressed down on Arthur's floor.

She hurried to his apartment door. As Sandy rapidly knocked on the door, she heard Arthur's mother screaming.

"NO, NO. HE'S A GOOD BOY! A HAPPY BOY!!"

Sandy's eyes got wide as she heard the screams. She slammed all her weight into the door, but as it swung open, her head hit the ground.

"Ugh. Fuck." She hissed.

Right in front of her laid Penny Fleck's collapsed body.

"Ms. Dolere, are you alright?" Detective Gordon rushed over to Sandy, while Johnson was tending Penny.

"I'm fine. What about her? Call a god damn ambulance." Sandy pushed the detective out of her way to the phone. She quickly dialed 911.

Arthur saw the scene just as he got home. Everything was a mess. He rushed over to the ambulance. As Arthur got inside the vehicle, he glanced over to Sandy.

Sandy had questions, tons of questions, but she knew that now wasn't the best time for them. She went over to Detective Gordon.

"I need a ride to the hospital." Sandy wasn't asking.

Gordon sighed. "Ok, sure."

He pointed over to a black car, parked on the side of the road.

Sandy sat in the back seat, glaring at the two detectives threw their rear view windows.

As the detectives pulled up to the hospital, Sandy noticed Arthur sitting on a bench outside the hospital, smoking a cigarette.

Sandy got out of the car, but stayed near it to observe the situation.

"Arthur Fleck, I'm Detective Gordon, and this is my partner, Detective Johnson. We wanted to ask you a few questions, but you weren't home, so we asked your mother." Detective Gordon said.

Arthur looked up at him, scornfully. "Did you do this?" Arthur asked, griping tightly on his cigarette.

"Oh no, you see she was hyperventilating and acting all hysterical." Detective Johnson interjected.

"Yeah, the doctors said she had a stroke." Arthur said, bluntly.

"We're sorry to hear that," Gordon mumbled. "We still would like to ask a few questions about the subway killings. Have you heard of them?"

Sandy watched in the distance the whole thing play out. Of course, Arthur had a lot of stuff on his plate and these detectives weren't making matters better.

"Yeah, they're awful." Arthur muttered.

"Well, we talked to your boss from your old job. He says you were fired for bringing a gun in the children's hospital." Gordon stated.

"It was a prop. I'm a party clown." Arthur said, annoyed.

"Oh, yeah? Then why were you fired?" Detective Johnson asked.

"They said I wasn't funny enough. Can you imagine that?" Arthur scoffed. He got off the bench.

"Your boss gave us this card. This condition of yours. Is it real? Or is it a clown thing?"

"A clown thing?" Arthur repeated. He tossed the cigarette to the ground. "What do you think?"

Arthur ran into the hospital door.

The two detectives walked away.

"Hey." Sandy called.

Arthur turned to Sandy. He smiled gently at her. His blue/green eyes full of admiration.

"Hey." Arthur called back to her.

"You do know it says 'Exit' on it." Sandy pointed to the letters above the door.

"Yeah." Arthur hesitantly held onto Sandy's hand as they walked into the hospital.

#fanfic #joker arthur fleck #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x oc #arthur fleck x reader #joker film #joker 2019 #joker x reader #joker movie #joker x oc

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keichanz · 6 years ago

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Neighbors

Eeehhh idk I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now and was just recently inspired to write it out.

On another note aihasdgafjlahila think I just created another series LOL oops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

AO3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

It was just after 10 pm when he walked through the door to his apartment and the first thing he noticed was that she was singing again. Despite being exhausted and damn near dead on his feet – the shop was busy as hell today – an amused grin lifted the corners of his lips and his ears perked up, straining to hear the pleasant melody through the ceiling where it floated down to him.

His apartment building had a new tenant and she’d moved two weeks ago into the apartment right above his own. At first he’d griped and complained, not wanting to have another fucking elephant above him that stomped around at all hours of the night and was generally loud as hell like his previous neighbor had been. But after the first night and he woke up feeling surprisingly well rested, Inuyasha realized much to his pleasure that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad this time around.

Then before he knew it, the first week flew by and the only thing he’d heard from her was her soft footsteps crossing to each room and the gentle sound of her voice singing a tune. It was definitely an improvement as far as he was concerned, so Inuyasha had no complaints thus far.

Flicking his ears, Inuyasha determined she was directly above him considering how clear he could hear her and he registered a faint clinking sound, like glass softly knocking into each other. Idly he wondered if she was still unpacking some boxes as he reached behind himself to snag his dirty, sweat-stained shirt. He tugged it off, carelessly dropping it to the floor before plopping down onto the couch with a grunt.

As he sat there debating on whether to take a shower first and then eat or vice versa, his neighbor’s admittedly pleasant voice floated down to him and he sighed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back onto the sofa. He let the melody wash over him, let it drown out all other thoughts as a sense of peace enveloped his mind. His body relaxed into the cushions as the melody lulled him into a deep sense of lethargy, his muscles feeling heavy, a haze clouding over his mind as he drifted further into the realm of peaceful slumber.

Inuyasha was in that blissful state of half-awake and half-asleep when suddenly he was jolted to full wakefulness when the very loud sound of glass shattering came from directly above him accompanied by the shrill echo of a woman’s scream.

He reacted without thinking. Faster than a blink Inuyasha ran for his door, yanked it open and was leaping up the stairs to the second floor in the next second. Flying down the short hallway to the second floor apartment, Inuyasha pounded on the door with a balled up fist, concern for the woman inside making his heart race and his voice frantic.

“Hey!” he called, pounding the door again. “You okay in there?!”

Silence.

“Hey—answer me, dammit!” His hand slammed on the door again. “Wench, if you don’t answer me I’m gonna—!”

Muffled by the door, Inuyasha barely detected the sound of someone inhaling sharply and then a soft cry of distress spurred him into action. Cursing darkly, he grasped the door knob – he scowled upon discovering it was unlocked – and pushed his way inside. Instantly the scent of blood reached his nose and he swore again, hurrying to the kitchen where it was originating from and the sight that greeted him made him very happy that he’d decided to investigate.

Sitting on the floor near a toppled over chair, clutching a hand to her chest and looking very pale, his upstairs neighbor stared at him with wide caramel eyes, mouth parted slightly and he could detect a fine trembling in her body. She appeared to be in shock, frozen in place, and Inuyasha’s concern increased. Forcing his gaze away to take in the rest of the scene, he took in the shards of shattered class that was scattered across the tiled floor and his eyes landed on a cardboard box on its side a little ways away. What appeared to be broken glasses and mugs lied inside and it didn’t take Inuyasha long to guess what had happened.

Frowning as he assessed the damage, although glad that it wasn’t as bad as he’d originally thought, Inuyasha lifted his gaze back toward the woman still staring at him.

“Ya alright?” he asked, voice gruff.

Blinking, she appeared to not have heard at him at first, simply staring at him with those wide brown eyes. He was beginning to fear that perhaps it was worse than it looked, but then she inhaled sharply and gave a single curt nod. Then to his surprise she moved to stand up and Inuyasha reacted swiftly.

“No,” he snapped, gesturing with a hand to stay down as he eyed the sharp glass surrounding her and then the soft soles of her bare feet. “Don’t move. Stay there.”

Thankfully she didn’t argue and sank back down, wincing as she cradled her hand against her chest again. Well, at least now he knew where the blood was coming from.

Inuyasha carefully picked his way through the shattered glass toward the distressed woman in the middle of it, grateful he hadn’t thought to kick his shoes off when he got home. The glass he couldn’t avoid crunched under his boots until finally he crouched down beside her and slipped one arm behind her back while the other went beneath her legs.

“Alright, hang on,” he murmured and she silently reached up to wrap her arm around his neck as he lifted her up. In two short strides he was at the counter beside the sink and gingerly he set her down on it before flicking on the cold tap before gesturing to her hand.

“Lemme see.”

Grimacing, the dark-haired woman still cradled her hand in the other as she stretched out her arm and very carefully Inuyasha took it into his own, mindful of his claws. He couldn’t help but note that she barely seemed aware of them, that or she didn’t care. Either way he was grateful as he carefully pried her fingers open and stuck her hand under the flowing cold water.

She hissed through her teeth and reflexively tried to jerk her hand out of his grasp but he held fast, holding her palm under the water to both wash away the blood and hopefully numb some of the pain. Inuyasha frowned as he assessed the damage, gently prodding the deep gash across her palm with the pad of his finger. His ears pinned when she gasped softly in pain and he muttered a soft apology.

Inuyasha worked in silence for several moments as he cleaned off her hand and deliberated on if it needed stitches or not. Her hand was small in his own, her skin soft, and he liked how delicate it looked in his larger palm. He snuck another glance at her through the fringe of his bangs.

He’d often wondered what she looked like, wanting to match a face to the lovely voice he heard nearly every day, but damn, he never would have imagined she’d be so beautiful. Dark hair that fell in thick waves down her back, large, expressive brown eyes that reminded Inuyasha of melted caramel, and full lips that were just begging to be kissed.

At the moment, however, they were pursed slightly from the pain no doubt radiated from her hand, obviously more intense than she let on, so Inuyasha sought to distract her.

“So what happened?” His voice was huskier than he would have liked and he mentally kicked himself, giving his head a little shake. Focus, idiot!

He saw her blush out of his peripheral and his eyebrows rose slightly, but he otherwise didn’t react.

“I was standing on the chair to put the glasses away on the top shelf,” she answered, her voice a little breathless no doubt from pain and residual shock. “One of them must have broken in the box because when I reached inside, something sharp sliced my hand and I was so startled I dropped the box, lost my balance and down I went.”

She sighed and then wrinkled her nose. “I think I twisted my ankle too, because I can’t move it much.”

As if to prove her point, she flexed her right ankle and winced as it twinged in pain.

Inuyasha nodded, not surprised to hear that he was more or less right on what happened, though he hadn’t known about her ankle. He flicked a glance down at it then back to her hand; it took precedence since it was more severe.

“You’re lucky all you got away with is a cut on the hand and a twisted ankle,” he remarked idly, gingerly brushing his thumb across the gash. “Coulda been a lot worse.”

“Yes,” she whispered and he saw her frown out of the corner of his eye. “I’m sorry, but, how...?”

Inuyasha spared her a quick glance.

“I live downstairs,” he said shortly. “I heard the crash of glass and when you screamed.”

His ear twitched toward her as if punctuating that statement and he watched her eyes light up in delight. He had to resist the urge to smirk in amusement even as bafflement flashed in his eyes. She wasn’t disgusted?

“Oh,” she breathed then offered him a small but genuine smile. “Then I suppose I should thank you for coming to see if I was okay. Lucky me.”

And how, she thought, casting a quick, appreciative glance to the muscular bare chest inches away from her hand.

Suddenly feeling a mite flushed and hoping he hadn’t caught her staring, the young woman needlessly cleared her throat and said, “Um, I’m Kagome.”

“Inuyasha. Well, Kagome,” the half-demon began, deciding he liked the way her name rolled off his tongue, “looks like this is gonna need a few stitches. It’s pretty deep and there’s a risk of infection if you don’t get this treated properly.”

Turning off the tap, Inuyasha cradled Kagome’s hand in his own as he opened the drawer closest to him, looked inside, closed it then opened the one next to it. With a low noise of triumph he fished around for a dishrag then used it to wrap her hand in a makeshift bandage, securing the knot over the gash to keep pressure on it.

Kagome flinched when he tightened it, but mustered a strained smile.

“Thanks,” she whispered, laying her hand in her lap and running her fingers over the homemade bandage.

Inuyasha nodded mutely and reached for her ankle, carefully wrapping his fingers around the delicate bone and slowly flexing it back and forth. Kagome sucked in a sharp breath and tensed.

“Not broken,” he murmured and shot her a glance. “Think you can stand?”

Kagome bit her lip, studied her twisted ankle, and made a face. Inuyasha took that as answer enough and sighed, thrusting a hand through his hair.

“Alright. Where are your shoes?”

The young woman gave him a strange look at the seemingly random question.

“By the door. Why?”

Without answering her Inuyasha left and returned a minute later with her slip-on shoes in his hand.

“Here,” he said shortly then spun around once more, heading toward the doorway.

Utterly lost, Kagome held her shoes and stared after him with something akin to confused panic.

“W-wait—where are you going? I can’t get down!” Was he going to leave her after she told him she couldn’t walk?

Inuyasha paused at the doorway and half-turned so he could toss her a look over his shoulder.

“You wanna walk to the hospital?” he asked her, cocking an eyebrow.

Kagome faltered and blinked. Flushed.

“Um, no,” she replied bashfully, feeling a mite foolish for suspecting him to be so insensitive. “Didn’t think so,” he drawled. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared and a few seconds later Kagome heard her apartment door open and close.

Huffing, Kagome crossed her arms, gasped when her cut hand protested that movement, then pouted moodily at the doorway.

“Sure,” she mumbled. “It’s not like I can stand, let alone walk.”

Thankfully it was only a few minutes later, in which Kagome managed to slip her shoes on, when Inuyasha returned wearing a shirt and a backwards ballcap. Kagome tried very hard to hide the disappointment that he’d covered up all that gloriously hard muscle. Goodness, if she’d known her downstairs neighbor was this attractive, she’d have made an effort to meet him much sooner, although under much less humiliating circumstances.

Inuyasha paused when he noticed her staring at him and he looked down at his dirty and torn jeans.

He grimaced and explained, “I just got out of work when I heard you fall and didn’t have time to change. Sorry.”

Realizing she was indeed staring, Kagome blushed and hurriedly shook her head.

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” she assured, flapping her uninjured hand dismissively.

Then she paused, cocked her head and asked, “Where do you work?”

Closing the distance between them, Inuyasha once more slipped his arms beneath her and lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Kagome gasped and automatically wrapped her arm around his neck, keeping her bandaged hand tucked against her stomach.

“Auto shop,” he answered as he carried her through the kitchen, more glass crunching beneath his boots but he paid it no mind. He’d sweep it for her when they got back since she would probably need to stay off her ankle.

Kagome smiled. “Grease monkey, huh?” she teased him as he crossed the living room and headed toward the door.

She noticed he’d left it cracked open, probably since he’d known he wouldn’t have hands to open it. Her flush darkened, a little surprised at how pleased that made her. And, she discovered, it felt very nice to be carried by him. She could feel how solid his frame was against her own, his arms and shoulders thick with muscle and he wasn’t even breathing hard from carrying her.

Was I regretting having an upstairs apartment before? Kagome mused idly as he thoughtfully snagged her purse from her small table, figuring her keys and insurance would be in it, before exiting her apartment.

Good lord, not anymore!

The corner of his mouth twitched as he cast her a quick glance.

“Grease dog,” he corrected and was rewarded with a quiet snort from the woman in his arms.

He paused so Kagome could reach out with her good hand and pull her door closed then continued on downstairs. She needn’t worry about locking it; they were in a good part of the neighborhood, and with him living in the downstairs apartment coupled with the rumored nasty tempered landlady, people tended to give the building a very wide berth. He told her as much and he felt her relax in his arms.

Parked right in front of the house, it was a short walk to his truck and Inuyasha carefully deposited her into the cab before rounding the vehicle and getting behind the wheel. The ten-minute drive to the hospital was filled with a comfortable silence and it was only when Inuyasha parked into the closest spot to the entrance he could find that Kagome broke it.

Inuyasha cut the engine and opened his door, but before he could exit, a small hand resting on his arm gave him pause. He turned his gaze to the woman beside him, eyebrow raised in silent inquiry.

Her big caramel eyes were warm and earnest as she said sincerely, “Thank you, Inuyasha. You didn’t have to do all of this for me. I mean I’m just a stranger, you barely even know me, but you did, and I’m...very grateful.”

The smile she graced him with was warm, fond, and brilliant. Inuyasha suddenly felt his heart skip a beat in his chest.

Feeling his face heat despite himself, Inuyasha swallowed hard, nodded once, then got out of his truck with a softy muttered “keh.”

He walked around to open her door and reached in to take her into his arms again, secretly enjoying the way her arm went around his neck seemingly without any thought from her and the way she relaxed against his chest, trusting him to keep her secured. Stupidly his throat got tight as he hip checked the door to close it then he was striding across the nearly empty parking lot and pushing the button to open the doors marked “ER.”

He let Kagome explain the situation to the receptionist, provided her insurance and anything else that was required. When a wheelchair suddenly appeared beside them, Inuyasha glared disdainfully at it and growled that he’d carry her. He missed the secret smile that curled Kagome’s lips because she ducked her head before he could see it, her cheeks a becoming shade of scarlet.

The ER nurse, looking a little tired and harried, simply nodded without comment and gestured for him to follow her as she headed down a hallway and through a set of double doors. They were guided to a curtained off “room” and after Inuyasha set her down on the bed, he made to leave, figuring she’d want a bit of privacy. However, the sudden panicked, distressed sound that came from her gave him pause and he looked back to find her staring at him with wide caramel eyes, silently pleading for him to stay and how the hell could he say no to that?

Sighing, Inuyasha nodded and leaned back against the only solid wall of the room, crossing his arms and instantly Kagome relaxed. She bestowed him a grateful smile and his face softened. Clearly she didn’t want to be alone, and she’d already had a pretty rough night. He’d be a complete asshole if he left her now.

Surprisingly they only had to wait ten minutes before they were seen by first a nurse, who took her vitals, asked her the usual questions of how it happened and where she was hurt. After she left it was only another thirty minutes when the doctor strolled on in, clipboard in hand and smelling like hand sanitizer. Once more Kagome rehashed the night’s events, Inuyasha only chiming in when he was required to. When the doctor peeled off the dishrag covering Kagome’s hand to assess the damage, Inuyasha couldn’t hold back the quiet growl when a pained hiss escaped past her lips.

As he suspected, the doctor announced a short time later that her hand would need about ten stitches. Inuyasha did not miss the way Kagome blanched slightly when needles of various sizes were placed on a tray and brought over to the bed. He frowned but made no comment. By the time Dr. What’s-his-face turned back toward her, hands freshly washed and covered in latex, Kagome had plastered on a brave smile, though she was careful not look as he prepared the needle to numb the area around the laceration.

A nurse entered to assist when required and as the physician tapped out any air bubbles from the chamber of the needle containing the numbing element, Kagome shot Inuyasha a desperate look. Her face was deathly white, and when she made a soft sound of distress and held out her hand, Inuyasha was helpless to deny her his comfort.

Ears pinning beneath his hat, he approached the bed, sank down in the chair beside it and allowed her to grasp his hand tightly with her free one. He wasn’t expecting it when she scooted closer and buried her face in his shoulder and now Inuyasha was almost positive Kagome was afraid of needles. Unconsciously he emitted a low, soothing rumble in his chest, hating that she had to endure something that terrified her this much, but knowing it was necessary.

As the doctor inserted the thin needle into the soft flesh of her palm stained yellow from iodine, Kagome gave a pained whimper as she tensed against him. Inuyasha tried not to look too closely at his sudden fierce desire to protect her from any harm, which included the human male that was causing her pain, however essential, right at the moment. So he reined in the urge to forcibly shove him away as he brought up his free hand to rub soothing circles on her back, rubbing across her shoulders, then down her spine, hoping to ease her discomfort even a little. It was astounding how her pain affected him given how he’d only known her a mere two hours, give or take. Again he didn’t dwell on it and concentrated on the woman hiding in his shoulder.

After shot number three, the numbing properties must have started to take effect because she’d stopped flinching and she was losing some of the tension in her shoulders and back. So to distract her from what the doctor was doing to her hand, Inuyasha started talking. He told her stories of his work, his crazy old boss Totosai, the little punk who worked at the shop part time named Shippou, and his best friend’s wedding to the woman of his dreams.

By suture number seven, she was relaxed against him and asking questions, her head turned slightly so she was tucked into the crook of his shoulder and neck, though she kept her eyes closed. Probably so she didn’t accidentally catch a glimpse of her hand, he surmised. Inuyasha readily obliged her and ten minutes later he announced the doctor was done and had put away the tools that frightened her so much.

Though still a little pale, Kagome heaved a relieved sigh and smiled at him as she leaned away, her eyes speaking of her immense gratitude. Before he could stop himself Inuyasha reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and watched her as color filtered back into her cheeks. The corner of his mouth quirked upward just slightly as she hurriedly looked away to watch the doctor wrap white gauze around her hand, oddly pleased he could elicit such a reaction from her.

After wrapping her ankle with orders to stay off of it as much as she could, the physician prescribed some painkillers for both injuries, gave instructions on how to care for the sutures and other medical nonsense Inuyasha tuned out. Then he bid them both a fond adieu, leaving the nurse to wrap things up and retrieve her discharge papers.

When they left twenty minutes later, Inuyasha once more disregarding the hated wheelchair and carrying her in his arms instead, it was after midnight and Kagome was teetering on the edge of sleep when he set her down in the passenger’s seat. He wasn’t at all surprised when he pulled up in front of their apartment house that she’d nodded off. He was careful not to wake her when he gathered her into his arms again and carried her upstairs to her apartment.

He somehow managed to open the door despite not having his hands free and he crossed the living room into the hallway, easily sniffing out her bedroom. The instant he stepped inside her scent surrounded him and he paused to greedily take it in, inhaling deeply and letting it out in a sigh before approaching the bed and gingerly tucking her in. But instead of turning around and leaving like he told himself to do, like he should be doing, Inuyasha crouched beside the bed, rested his elbow on his knee, and propped his chin in his hand, quietly studying her.

His eyes roved her sleeping countenance, admiring how peaceful she looked. Inuyasha recalled how she’d thanked him in the hospital parking lot, expressing her gratitude that despite her being a perfect stranger to him, he still went out of his way to make sure she was taken care of, wrapping up her hand, taking her to the hospital and carrying her around since she couldn’t walk.

Inuyasha rubbed his mouth and frowned, his expression thoughtful, distant. Why had he helped her? Kagome was right; he didn’t know her, hadn’t really been obligated to do much more than call an ambulance and stay until the paramedics arrived. He could have just fetched her phone for her, but instead he’d picked her up, cleaned her hand, wrapped it up and drove her to the hospital himself.

Why?

Kagome suddenly stirred, mumbling something unintelligible under her breath as she shifted onto her side, tucking her a hand beneath her chin with a soft sigh and then going still.

With defeat written on every line of his face, Inuyasha closed his eyes, blew out his cheeks in a heavy sigh, and dragged a hand down his face, resigned.

Who the hell was he kidding? He knew the exact reason why he’d stuck around and it had nothing to do with obligation. The instant he’d seen her sitting on the floor, pale, shaking, looking small and so goddamn vulnerable, every protective instinct inside of him had rushed to the fore and compelled him to do everything in his power to shelter, to take care of and provide. And before he even realized what he was doing he’d ordered her to stay where she was and closed the distance between them, sweeping her up and seeing to her care. He remembered the feel of her in his arms; soft, but also lightly muscled, her toned thighs and arms suggesting she regularly did some form of exercise, and the way her curves fit to the solid frame of his body…

“Aw…damn,” Inuyasha muttered and watched as a tiny smile lifted the corners of her lips.

He should have been offended – was she laughing at his suffering even in her sleep? But instead all he felt was a curious warmth blossoming in his chest that gradually spread outward and Inuyasha knew, right then and there, that his fate was sealed.

“Double damn,” he murmured with a shake of his head and decided that he’d better go before she woke up and found him staring at her like some perverted creeper.

So with great reluctance, Inuyasha got to his feet and quietly rummaged around in the bedside table for a piece of paper and a pen. All he could find was an old receipt and a broken lead pencil, so with a shrug he scribbled a quick note for her to find in the morning, reverently touched her cheek, and silently stole out of her room, closing the door with a soft click.

He tracked down her broom in the hallway closet and retreated to the kitchen to sweep up the scattered glass, double and triple checking to make sure he got all of it. He didn’t want her walking around in her bare feet and getting cut because he missed a piece. After that he found her phone sitting on the counter, sent himself a text, and with one last longing glance toward the bedroom where she slept, Inuyasha turned the lock on the knob, slipped quietly out into the hallway, and closed the door behind him.

#neighbors #oneshot #for now #inuyasha #kagome #inukag #keizfanfiction #fanfiction #idk i might continue this #as in i'll probably continue this lmao

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freyasfolly · 6 years ago

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So far, my day has gone as such:

~3:40 am: Am woken up by what I think to be a bang, but I hear no movement from downstairs, so I don’t think I’ve been broken into, but I spend 15 minutes in bed trying to figure out what woke me and what I need to do. Finally make my way downstairs, confirm that everything is locked and sealed and I haven’t been broken into, then realize that the bang I heard was my neighbor stupidly trying to get in through my basement door instead of the door on their side. I then discover that the deadbolt I put on there specifically for this purpose has been shoved against enough that the screw hole is entirely stripped and I’m going to have to make a new one so I can actually use the deadbolt.

Meanwhile, the neighbors are arguing very, very loudly, and don’t answer the door when I knock on it three separate times, leaving me to just go inside and try to go back to bed in disgust.

Somewhere between 4:30 am and 6:00 am: Am woken up repeatedly by them having first another loud argument, then later by them having extremely loud sex, which I’ve complained about to them before. By the time my alarm goes off at 7:10, I’m frustrated, cranky, and very tired. Then to top it all off, they still haven’t cleaned their dog’s shit off the sidewalk, which is just gross.

7:40 am: Go to the gas station to get some caffeine, park next to a car with a very lovely golden retriever in it, who sticks their head out of the window to say hello, making me feel much better.

8:30 am: Discover that Cranberry Pomegranate Mtn Dew is actually pretty good.

10:00 am: Am notified that the Avengers 4 trailer has dropped, and spend the next 3 minutes freaking out because I am going to cry so much over this movie.

11:30 am: Go to the department holiday lunch at my boss’s house and have some really good tacos and churros, then open my Secret Santa gift to find out that among the gummy bears and Pringles, is a bag of shredded taco cheese, which was added on accident, but my coworker insists that I keep it, and it’s so genuinely funny that I have absolutely no regrets about accepting it.

Didn’t get back to work until about 1:40, and then got to leave an hour early, so my day is definitely looking up. I texted my landlord about the neighbors and apparently this isn’t the first time he’s had to talk to them about the dog poop and other things, so we’ll see what happens next. He says that the neighbor claims to have been fixing a blown fuse, which I think is BS but I’m not going to argue over it.

If they have another loud fight in the next 72 hours after 11:00 pm, though, I’m absolutely calling the non-emergency line to report a noise violation because I’m sick of having to put up with their noise.

#rl #neighbors #wall of text #venting

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witchyinthekitchen · 6 years ago

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This is a Vent Post about my Mother, Please do not reblog

This post is probably gunna be all over the place/time with things that I can remember/recall so bear with me here.

-Being told to make my own food bc mom was too busy with brand new baby (I was between 5-6 so poptarts were about all i could manage. I'd asked for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.) (my brother was a VERY finniky baby. If you weren't holding him he'd scream till his face went purple.))

-Tried to share interests in Anime/manga with her, when I asked her what she felt about it she said she couldn’t get into it and that it felt like a chore. (13-15 ish)

-Told her I needed therapy bc I was having suicidal thoughts. She took me, but then took me out once I started getting upset about the things i’d been talking about in therapy with my therapist because I'd come home in a bad mood.(15-16 ish)

-Went to Mother Daughter Group Therapy with her (there were other mother daughter combos) and she stormed out in the middle of it saying that we were only attacking her and not my dad too. (was 15-16 ish)

-Got into an argument about who i was voting for in the 2016 election while on vacation at Disney World (Hint it wasn't Trump like she wanted)(24 ish)

-Tried to gaslight me about trying to get everyone together to talk wedding stuff saying how she tried but that it all fell apart. (I have texts of her canceling it the day before we were all supposed to get together.)(26)

-Gets super defensive/upset any time I talk about “other mothers” in my life (MIL, BM)

-Has been super hot and cold with me during wedding planning and making passive aggressive comments about everything: Tell him to buy new pants for the engagement shoot 'bc I dont want him wearing baggy clothes -SO's Lost over 20lbs+ for the wedding and i'm so fuckin proud of him- “I don’t want to pay for hard alcohol for SO and his friends to drink at the wedding.” As if ½ the people invited weren’t all just her friends? ((All our friends live out of state/country so half the wedding is family and HER friends/neighbors.)) "I’m sure H*(SIL) and K*(MIL) have good counsel for you on _____," (Why would you say this when i'm asking for YOUR opinion? If i wanted their opinion i'd ask them.)

-4 months before the wedding she’s trying to talk me out of my venue saying we need to go look at the ones SO and MIL had suggested.

-Wants me to keep (BM)'s relation to me a secret even though i’m pretty sure 85% of the people who know me and are coming to my wedding know i'm adopted.

-Angry that I was moving out of the house at 21 with my SO she told his mother she hoped we’d fail. (In her defense she'd just been diagnosed with breast cancer and I'd done poorly in my last semester of college so parents thought it would be a good idea to take me out of college for a semester so i could live at home and basically be at my moms beck and call while also being expected to work 2 jobs (they'd told me the instant that the semester was over that i was expected to work 2 jobs) -That's at least how I was viewing that whole situation before I moved out- )

-As a kid I remember wanting to run away a lot. (Never away to a friends house but always to a park to live under a bridge like the goblin I am (lol)) (is it obvious I use self depreciating humor to get through things that I'm uncomfortable with? haha)

-I'd always hide things from her, even small things like a puzzle book i'd bought myself from the elementary school book fairs. i even began writing my diaries in code so she couldn't read them. Not that i ever caught her reading my diaries or what not but thats how afraid i was.

-The only things that stopped me from killing myself was the distressing thought that my mother would be more upset with blood on the floor than me being gone. (It was a constant worry of mine when I was having ideations.)

-When i was getting close to graduating high school the librarians told me they had a bunch of excess old books they were getting rid of and one of them happened to be the "Toxic Parents" book i've seen several other posts refer to. I took no other books besides that one. I hid that from her too. Looking back through it i remember there was a checklist in the book and i'd filled some of it out when i was younger. I most definitely am a people pleaser.

-We've never really been able to "talk" about things together like how my dad and i do and i think she's really jealous about it.

-The only way I feel comfortable talking to her is Via Email/Text because then that way i have a copy of all the things she's said. because i often forget things. (I honestly don't know how bad my memory is or if its gaslighting but i hope its just me being forgetful and not the latter...)

-I literally cannot let my SO do the dishes because my Mom would always do the dishes/clean when she was mad and bang pots around loudly and just even those sounds set me on edge.

-Her telling me that the careers i wanted to get into (IE: the Arts/Theater/Music) wouldn't make enough money and that they'd be fine as Hobbies but not as careers.

-She's continually trying to push me into a Customer Service Job because i'm so good at making other people happy. (talked to dad about this and he says i'm a very big people pleaser who doesn't like conflicts -cue nervous laughter about wedding planning-)

-Being around her for long periods of time is so physically/emotionally draining. I know that's probably a result of always being on edge with her and I always feel bad that I feel that way.

-Because she's said she hoped I'd fail (me and my So when I first moved out) I'm terrified of telling her anything personal going on in my life for fear that she'd take it out on me or use it against me (i got super anxious/scared when she came up to see me on my end of town once because we'd be stopping at the mall where i used to work and i hadn't yet told her that I'd quit that job.)

-I want to have a relationship with her. I want us to do fun Mom& Daughter things but at the same time I'm scared of letting her get too close to me again just to have it fall apart again.

-When I moved out (21) i went VLC with my whole family before i even knew what VLC was. I barely saw them (except for certain holidays/events.) I didn't talk to my dad for about 3 years because of this and am just now recovering that relationship with him (been 5 years now since I moved out)

-After I get married my plan is to move to CO. During that time i don't remember if my mom has mentioned if she'd miss me, but i do recall she has made multiple points to tell me that my dad says he would miss me.

-I had to beg for a 16th Birthday Party. She finally caved half a year later after I'd talked to my Therapist about it.

-pretty sure i'm the SG of the family (possibly Cousin 1 being the GC because she went to same University my mom did)

-Other family members on her side have stepped in to provide financial help to me on the promise that i wouldn't tell anyone. (probably to stop any gossip of favoritism)

I Don't know if she's an N or just really bad at expressing herself but her hot and cold attitude really sets off my anxiety that i've done something to piss her off and that she won't talk to me about it for a few weeks and then acts as though nothing is wrong/nothing happened. Planning my wedding is the MOST contact we've had in 5 years since i moved out and went VLC and i've been trying to use this as a way to bond with her better but anytime i think i'm getting somewhere Something happens and she's upset again. A phrase i've found myself come into saying recently is "I can't fix something that I don't know is wrong." So i've tried to take that approach when it comes to her. I know she's an adult and can choose for herself if she wants to talk about whats on her mind. I can't force her to talk if she doesn't want to but the anxiety it causes when she gets into these moods is really debilitating. I'm terrible at letting things go (especially if i think its my fault)

I'm Not Her Therapist, but if she has an issue with me I wish she'd just tell me instead of the Silent treatment for a week.

Trigger Topics that I've learned to Avoid at All Costs:

Anything about "Other Mothers" in my life.

Politics & Racism

Anything in the Past that happened.

My moving out

Anything that paints her as a "Bad Mother"(aka this whole post probably)

This post is a mess and I'm rambling. Thanks for sticking through this Brain Dump while I process.

-Edit 2:

More things i'm recalling: For Christmas one year in front of my whole family (I was between 8-10 ish) she got me a set of underwear with the days of the week labeled on them and told me in front of everyone that "Maybe this would help me remember [to change my underwear daily]..."

One of my final years in high school I somehow managed to get a Cold Sore. My First Cold Sore ever and my lip where it broke out swelled up HUGE. I woke up the day it appeared ( a weekend thank the gods) and horrified went downstairs to tell my mom about it. I don't recall any words of sympathy other than "Cold Sores are caused by Herpes." I just remember breaking down into tears.

I mapped out a "Quiet Walking Path" that avoided all the creaky floorboards and steps in our house.

I get extremely anxious whenever I would hear my parents footsteps coming up the stairs. It got to the point that I could distinguish their steps on Carpet.

I jump/flinch (visibly) at loud noises, even if I know they are coming (movies songs ect.)

Routinely friended/unfriended me on Facebook before deleting it entirely (due to 2018 spying/hacking allegations)

I don't know if she means for these things to be hurtful but as someone who doesn't enjoy confrontation and is extremely sensitive to others feelings it just hurts y'know?

-edit 3: Attempted to talk to mom about her saying she hoped we'd fail via email. went about as well as expected. =Well, that clears a lot of things up. We only wanted you to be independent and happy, and it appears you are. End of story!

And for what it’s worth, I’ve said a LOT of things over the past 6 years that you didn’t hear about. And I’m not really sure where you heard “I hope they fail.” But I’m sure your source is 100%, and certainly not something you’d want to clarify with me.

I hope you got your apartment all squared away in Colorado. You should be under the 60-day notice by now! Woo hoo!

Let me know when you all are coming to get your stuff out of the house.

I’ll have it packed and ready for you.

-Mom

Am i reading into this too much? because it sounds like she's being hella passive aggressive about this.

-Edit 4: 7-19-18 Been venting about wedding planning being stressful on fb away from my mom since she doesn't have one anymore. I didn't realize she had fms reporting to her about my posts as she just randomly mentions via text that she wants to help me have fun while planning and that she wishes she could make it a happy time for me.

Edit 5: 9-26-18 Wedding is over finally. had our honeymoon and got moved out of our apartment back into my MIL's house. During the move we had to put all of our stuff into storage which includes Wedding gifts and thankyou notes. So Mom has been hounding me about getting them done and i've informed her several times that all of that is in storage and i havent been able to yet. She said not an excuse go buy more thankyou notes and write them all. I asked if Emailing a thank you would work, she says no must be hand written and mailed out (also who's paying for 100+ stamps: Me) Well Tonight she informs me that she's doing all the ones from her/my side and that she doesn't care if we do them for DH's side since SIL didn't send any thank you notes either. Cue big long talk with DH about all of this and he says not to worry about her being passive aggressive like this. Go and check my Email to find she sent an Email to me only with writing saying

"Dear all,

Thank you so much for attending --- wedding. Your presence was so important to me, and I know to the kids as well. Thank you also for the lovely wedding gifts you sent or brought. I know they are appreciated and will be enjoyed by the newlyweds. It was very kind and generous of you!

Unfortunately, --- is unable to send thank you notes, but I did want you to know that your gifts, and your presence at the celebration, were very important to all of us, and very much appreciated.

Fondly,

MOM"

currently I'm choosing not to respond and I wonder how our relationship is going to be going forward from all of this... I was so happy that the wedding was over so i wouldn't have to deal with this petty drama bullshit anymore but I guess thats just too much to ask for.

-She's also unfriended me on facebook again. I'm tempted to just block her to stop this wishy washy stuff from happening again.

#Personal #DO NOT REBLOG #I will block you if you reblog this #Vent for myself #i don't know what to do anymore #Mom #Mom Vent #i hope i dont have to update this anymore #but we'll see #venting post #PERSONAL VENT #PARENTS #Emotional Abuse #Mental Abuse

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i-write-about-anything · 7 years ago

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Momma’s Boy Part 11

Prompt: A witch turns Liam into a toddler causing the reader and Scott to take care of him. (Requested)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) , Scott McCall x Reader

Parts

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Reader's POV

Getting Liam to bed that night was a nightmare on it’s own. Liam had refused to sleep in his own bed but me and Scott refused to let him sleep with us. “No, you’re sleeping in you own bed, that’s why you should have listened to your mom and not gone down to watch the movie.” Scott spoke as he put Liam on his bed.

“Please, just for tonight.” Liam pouted as tears ran down his cheeks. “Please, mom.” He looked at me and I sighed but Scott gave me a look.

“No, you didn’t listen to me and there’s consequences for your actions, don’t think just because you pout I'm going to do whatever you want me to, that’s now how this works.” I crossed my arms and he cried even more.

“Mommy, please.” He pouted once more and I shook my head kissing the top go his.

“Get some sleep.” I smiled at him before me and Scott walked out. Scott and I laid on our own bed and I couldn’t help but to feel sorry for Liam as I heard his sobs down the hall.

“He’ll be fine, you can’t give in, he’ll never learn.” I sighed and nodded.

“You’re right.” I smiled at Scott and laid my head on his chest.

“I love you, you know that right?” He spoke softly into my hair as I closed my eyes.

“I love you too Scott.” I didn’t know how long I was asleep but I was awoken by small sobs next to my bedside. When I opened my eyes I saw Liam standing there with his lion in his hands.

“Mommy.” He sobbed. “I’m scared.” I sighed and sat up before rubbing my eyes and he extended his arms towards me. I picked him up and sighed once more.

“Why aren’t you in bed huh, you know you can’t sleep with us.” He looked at me pouting his small lips as the tears rolled down his cheeks.

“I’m scared mommy, there’s a monster in my room.” I closed my eyes before standing up and walking to his room.

“There’s no such thing as monsters honey.” It was a complete lie, sure there were supernatural being that could kill people but monsters are not what they’re called. I laid him down on the bed once more.

“Mommy, please.” His bottom lip popped out as it started to tremble.

“I’m sorry but you should have listen to me honey, you wouldn’t be scared if you would have.” He cried and trashed in his bed when I closed the door and I hated that I couldn’t give in. When I got back into the room Liam started to bang on his door crying extremely loud waking Scott up.

“What’s wrong with him?” He immediately spoke as he sat up.

“He came into the room, he’s scared.” I spoke lowly and Scott sighed as the pounding was louder.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Liam’s voice traveled down the hall.

“Go get him, he’ll sleep here for tonight, but tomorrow we’re buying him a crib, that way he won’t be able to get out whenever he wants.” Scott spoke and I nodded as I got back up and moved to Liam’s room. When I opened the door his little fists made contact with my legs and he looked up before hugging my legs.

“It’s okay, you’re fine.” I picked him up and he sobbed into my shoulder as I walked back to the room. When I laid down he immediately wiped his tears when Scott rubbed his back.

“You’re okay buddy.” Scott spoke sighing, he hated that he’d given in but we didn’t want the neighbors to call the sheriff for a noise complaint.

“Daddy.” Liam looked at Scott before wrapping his hands around his arm. I had never seen him close to Scott which is why it took me off guard when he fell asleep in Scott’s arm instead of mine.

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I woke up to a loud drill and a stirring Liam. When I got up from the bed I moved towards the noise of the drill only to end up in Liam’s room. Scott had been building the crib set all morning and I had barely noticed it. “Good morning sunshine, or should I say afternoon?” He smiled as he came to kiss my cheek.

“Scott, why didn’t you wake me up?” He shrugged.

“I thought it would be better if I let the both of you sleep in.” He spoke putting on the last screw. “Plus, this needed to get done and I know if I would have woken you up it would have taken more than an hour just to get Liam ready.” He chuckled and I laughed. I knew it was true.

“What is this?” Liam’s voice spoke behind me as he walked into the room.

“This is your new bed, since you don’t want to listen to either of us, you’ll have no choice.” Scott smiled and Liam looked at him.

“Dad please, I'm grown, I don’t need a crib.” Liam spoke and I sighed.

“Obviously you aren’t. Liam your mind is changing minute by minute, what you did last night, that was unacceptable and I won’t have that happen again.” Scott spoke and Liam stomped his feet.

“I don’t want a crib!” He crossed his arms and I didn’t know whether this was IED Liam or two year old Liam. “I’m a big boy.” He stomped his feet again screaming at Scott and I knew then he was having a terrible two tantrum.

“Liam, stop it.” Scott spoke and Liam hit his small fists on Scott’s legs.

“You mean!” His voice had been changing the whole entire time but it was more noticeable now that he was having a hard time pronouncing words.

“Hey, stop it.” I grabbed his shoulder and he screamed at me. I had seen Liam mad once or twice but I had never seen a two year old this mad. “Liam!” I yelled at him and he looked at me. “You don’t scream at me and you certainly don’t hit your dad.” He pouted as I yelled at him and I looked at the small stool in the corner of the room. I picked him up and placed him on the stool facing the wall. “You’re going to stay here until I tell you it’s okay to move, you got it?” His small tears ran down his cheeks and I was trying my best not to cave in.

“Mommy, please, me sorry.” He chocked up and I shook my head.

“No, you're on time out, now stay there.” I scold at him and although it made me feel horrible I had to let him learn his lesson. Scott looked at me with a smile on his face. “What?” I scolded and he put his hands up.

“Nothing babe, I'm just proud, that’s all.” He smiled and I rolled my eyes.

“Daddy.” Liam spoke and Scott looked back at him. “Daddy please, me sorry.” Scott bit his lip and looked at me, it was hard for the both of us but there was no excusing what he did.

“I’m sorry Liam but you’re mom’s right, you’re choices have consequences.” Scott sighed and looked at the crib he had just finished making and pushed it towards its new spot. I helped as Liam continued to say sorry and sob. It had been only five minutes when I told him it was okay for him to get off and he automatically went to hug my legs.

“Sorry.” He sobbed into my legs and I picked him up.

“Hey, it’s fine, just don’t do it again, okay?” He nodded as he laid his head on my shoulder.

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Once we got Liam’s new crib dressed with it’s new covers and I had changed both him and I we were now downstairs. Scott was in the living room with Liam as I cooked breakfast for the two of them. A knock on the door got my attention. “I’ll get it.” Scott yelled and I soon found myself walking into the living room to see who it was. When Scott opened the door Mason and Corey where there and I looked over to Liam who dropped his racing cars and ran towards me hiding behind my legs.

“Hey, Scott.” Mason spoke and Scott crossed his arms.

“What are you guys doing here?” Scott spoke and Mason looked at Corey.

“We were wondering why Liam hasn’t been to school?” Corey spoke and Scott looked back at me. We had totally forgotten that we weren’t the only ones that actually cared about Liam.

“He hasn't been answering my phone calls either.” Mason spoke up and I sighed.

“Come in, we actually have to talk to you guys.” Scott spoke and they walked in. I picked Liam up and he instantly shoved his head in the crook of my neck.

“Who’s the kid?” Mason spoke as he sat down at the couch.

“Well.” I spoke and I tried to pry Liam off of me but he whined and shook his head. “Honey come on, they’re mommy and daddy’s friends.” Mason looked at Scott and Scott looked at me before Liam sighed and let go. I turned him around and almost instantly Mason’s eyes widened.

“What the hell?” He jumped out of the couch making Liam scared as he turned around and hugged my neck once more.

“Language.” Scott hissed. “Liam had a run in with a witch and well, we can’t really turn him back.” He spoke and I sighed before smelling the burn toast I had forgotten I was making. I quickly put Liam down to his toys before walking into the kitchen. I opened the window as I tossed the burnt toast out of it and sighed. I walked back into the living room seeing Scott sigh as Mason and Corey slowly walked to Liam. Liam’s eyes were on Scott and I could tell he was nervous.

“It’s okay honey, they’re friends.” I spoke and Liam smiled at me. Mason and Corey sat next to him and Liam took his cars into his hands.

“Hey Liam, I’m Mason and that’s Corey.” Mason spoke before pointing at Corey who smiled at Liam. “We’re friends of (Y/N)’s and Scott’s.” Liam looked at Scott and then at me.

“You know mommy and daddy?” Liam looked at Mason and he nodded.

“Yeah, what do you have there?” Mason spoke and soon I sat next to Scott on the couch watching the scene unfold in front of me.

“Cars.” Liam spoke softly before putting them down on the ground.

“Can we play with you?” Corey smiled at Liam and he nodded pushing a small car in each of their directions. They played for over ten minutes before I heard Liam’s cries as he ran to me. I picked him up and he shoved his head into my chest. I looked over to where he was seating and noticed Mason was by himself.

“Honey, what’s wrong.” I looked at Liam and he looked at me.

“He didn’t do it right.” I sighed before closing my eyes and I looked at Corey.

“Corey, come on, don’t hide, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Just then Corey reappeared making Liam jump in terror as he started to cry once more. I sighed and rubbed my temple as I tried to come up with an explanation of why Corey could do that while Liam continued to cry into my chest. He wasn’t himself today and it only made it worse when I realized that his mind was almost to it’s final destination.

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Limerence - Chapter V

Limerence Masterlist

Characters: Sehun, Suho, and OC (Ursula)

Warnings: This series contains mentions of assault, sexual violence, and stalking.

Word Count: 5.8k

Limerence: The state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings.

The annoying sound of a ticking clock was the only sound in the room. I had been left in this room for what seemed like an hour at that point. Ever since I sat down my leg had been shaking nonstop. I looked up at the mirror in front of me, knowing that the men outside could see me through it. I looked up even more at the clock to see that it was half-past 2 in the morning. Why am I here? Who even questions someone this late?

The sound of someone banging on the front door woke me from a peaceful sleep. I tossed a robe on and stomped down the stairs, ready to give an ear full to whoever was making such a loud noise at this hour. I opened the door, but my words were halted in my throat when the two gentlemen flashed badges at me. I recognized the officer, officer Bryant. He brings in the police dogs for regular checkups, and he always speaks to me when he is there.

“Hello, Ursula. This is detective Phillips. We hate to bother you this late, but we need you to come down to the station for questioning.”

“I’m confused, what is this all about?” Why would they need to question me? And at 1 in the morning too!

“We will explain it on the way to the station. If you will put some clothes on and come with us, we would greatly appreciate it.”

I scoffed when I remembered the events from earlier tonight. Neither of them said a word on the way down here, nor did they say anything when they took me to this room and left me here. Finally, the detective that brought me here entered the room. When he sat across from me and didn’t say anything, I decided to speak up.

“You still haven’t told me why I had to come down here, detective.”

He placed a manila folder down on the table and then clasped his hands together over it. His eyes met mine before he spoke, “Can you tell me about a coworker of yours? Eric Revlin is his name, do you know him?” He took a picture out of the folder on the table and slid it over to me. “Yeah, I know him. I barely know him, though. Why do you ask?”

“Eric Revlin was found unconscious in his apartment earlier tonight by his sister. He had been beaten severely, he is still in surgery as we speak and we are not sure if he will live.”

I was sure that my eyeballs were going to fall out of my eye sockets because of how wide my eyes became. I saw him nearly every day at work, but we weren’t friends. Why they brought me in still remained a mystery.

“What does that have to do with me?”

“Our search showed no signs of forced entry, so we suspect it was someone he knew. Our search also found no missing items from his home, so it’s highly unlikely that this was a robbery. His sister told us that you and he had an argument earlier this week. Do you care to tell me what that was about? What started the argument?”

It’s been a few weeks since that night with Sehun. We have spent more time together, and that unknown feeling I have has gotten stronger. My mom has had a field day with teasing me about him, calling him my lover boy and random nicknames like that. He has been on my mind so often lately, I have been with him during most of my free time. The past three days I haven’t been able to see him much, though. I’ve been pretty busy at the vet’s office. I’ve also somehow ended up in a never ending argument with a coworker of mine. At first, it started out as a few snarky comments here and there while at work, and now it has evolved to him basically calling me just to harass me.

“Listen, Eric, if you have a problem with me why don’t we sit down and actually talk about this instead of you just being a downright jerk to me while I am trying to work?” I pulled into my driveway arguing on the phone with said coworker. I don’t even know how this started, one day this guy randomly just started being really hateful towards me. I’ve only spoken to him a handful of times for Christ’s sake! I barely know him!

“Why should I sit down with you? You wouldn’t listen anyways, you never do!” He said. I had parked in the driveway and was now sitting in the car arguing. How could this guy know anything about me when I have barely spoken to him five times?

“What the hell are you talking about?” I get out of my car, slamming the door in the process, “You don’t know me at all!”

“I know you plenty Ursula, plenty to know that you’re all about yourself and you don’t care about who you step on to get what you want! You ignore everyone else’s feelings and you don’t care about anybody but yourself! Women like you are so disgusting! How can you live with yourself! Your mother ought to be ashamed of you!” I became so enraged at his words, I dropped my keys as I tried to unlock the door. “Are you serious? Okay, listen here, kid. You don’t know a damn thing about me. Why don’t you quit acting like an immature brat and leave me alone? I have never done a thing to you, you have no right to speak to me like you know me. I have no idea what is going on in your head to spark such pointless anger towards me, but I am done with dealing with you! Now, do me a favor and leave me the hell alone!” I hung up the phone and groaned. With the way he spoke to me I know it must have been brought on by something I did, but I can’t think of anything I have done to him to make him have such anger towards me.

I told the detective everything as I remembered it, he seemed to be writing it down on a notepad he took out of his pocket. “So you were angry with him?”

“Of course I was angry with him. He spoke to me as if I had done some atrocious crime to him when I knew I had done nothing for him to be that way towards me.”

“Would you ever hurt Mr. Revlin?”

What?! He seriously can’t think that I did this! Yes, I was angry at him, but I wasn’t so angry that I went and assaulted him in his own home!

“Where were you between the hours of 8:00 pm and 10:00 pm?”

“I was with a neighbor of mine, we were working on his garden in his backyard.” Earlier that evening I had dropped by to help Suho plant flowers in his garden. He said something like Sehun didn’t like messing around with dirt because it got under his nails and he didn’t like getting it all over his hands.

“Has he ever met Mr. Revlin?” Oh, okay so now he is going to try and accuse Suho as well? I replied and told him that they have never met, they probably didn’t even know one another existed. “Can I have his name and number? I’d like to confirm your whereabouts with him personally,” He said, the tone in his voice led me to believe that he seriously thought that I had something to do with what happened to Eric. I gave him Suho’s real name and his phone number, the questioning stopped after that. “We will call you if we have any more questions.”

Officer Bryant took me back home, once again he didn’t say anything the entire way back. Once I got in my house, I dropped my body down onto the couch. I was utterly dumbfounded, to say the least. I could never beat someone until they are almost dead, no matter how angry they made me. I had no idea who would want to hurt Eric, I didn’t know him well at all but I knew him well enough to know that he’s not someone who lots of people want to hurt.

I decided that I should call Suho so I could let him know that Detective Phillips would be calling him. This wasn’t something that I could explain in a text because knowing him he would ask lots of questions.

“Hey, Suho, it’s Ursula. I know you’re probably asleep by now, but when you get this can you come over so we can talk, please? Nothing is wrong, don’t worry, but I think you want to know about this ahead of time.” I left him a voicemail and hoped that he would come talk to me as soon as possible.

I stood up and went upstairs to change back into my pajamas. There was no way I would be able to go back to sleep, so I went back downstairs and decided to watch TV until I finally fell asleep. It wasn’t long before another knock came at the door. I looked out the window and saw Suho on the porch. I let him in and immediately began telling him the story.

“Wait, so you’re telling me that this detective honestly thinks that you can pull off a beating like that? No offense Ursula, but I don’t think you have the guts to do something like that,” He joked, trying to lighten the mood in the room.

“I don’t know how he thinks I could have done it,” I laughed, “Hey, Suho, why are you up so late?”

“Late night work. I was taking a shower when you first called, so that’s why I didn’t answer. When I heard the serious tone in your voice I knew I had to get over here asap.” I could tell that he needed to go to sleep, so I told him to go home and go to bed. I needed to go to bed, but what happened to Eric would keep me up no doubt.

I laid back down on the couch and decided to really think about the situation. I started looking at the situation from an outsider's standpoint. I had watched enough Criminal Minds and Law & Order to understand now that I could be a very good suspect. I did have the motive to do so. I also knew that I had a solid alibi, though. Once Suho confirms that I was with him yesterday, my name should be cleared from the suspect list.

The detective mentioned that there were no signs of forced entry, so Eric had to let them in himself. He also said that nothing appeared to be missing from his apartment, so I highly doubt it was a thief. There was one thing that confused me. Besides his newfound aggression he had towards me, he was a relatively quiet and shy guy. He was also very nice from what I knew. What could he have done for someone to want him dead that badly? If he was beaten so bad that they didn’t know if he would live, that had to be personal. Who would have such a grudge against him?

I woke up around early afternoon, having finally fallen asleep at around 5 in the morning. I decided to go see if detective Phillips had called Suho yet, so I showered and got dressed and went across the street. I knocked on the door but no one answered. I noticed his car in the driveway, and I don’t think he’d still be asleep this late, so I knew he had to be here and awake. I decided to walk around to the back of the house to look for him. I pushed open the gate and finally found him. He had a straw hat and gloves on, and he seemed to be planting more flowers in the flowerbed we had started on yesterday.

“Hey, you started without me!” I exclaimed in a shocked tone. He dropped the shovel he had and snapped his head towards me, apparently I had surprised him. He let out a small chuckle, “Sorry about that! I thought you would want to rest after the stressful night you had in the slammer,” He teased. I grabbed another pair of gloves off of the steps of their deck, put them on, and crouched down beside him. “For your information, there is a big difference between going in for questioning and going to jail.” I bumped his shoulder with my own, causing him to lose his balance and almost fall over.

“Okay, take back what I said last night, you are strong for a girl. Maybe you did have something to do with that guy’s assault,” He joked, reminding me why I came over here in the first place.

“Oh! Speaking of that, did you ever get a call from the detective?”

“Yes actually, at 9 o’clock this morning. He asked me so many questions that I thought had nothing to do with the situation, he was really grilling me. I did tell him that you were here with me yesterday, though.”

I crouched down beside Suho and started helping him plant the rest of his flowerbed. By the time we were finished, we both had tossed our gloves aside and were using our bare hands. He invited me in so I could wash my hands, pointing me in the direction of the bathroom upstairs.

“It’s down the hall to the right,” He said, “Do you want to stay for dinner?” He added before I could walk up the stairs. “You’re not going to poison me, are you?” I joked. “No! I’m not going to be cooking anyway, Sehun is. He’s at the store shopping right now,” He explained. I nodded my head in response, then went upstairs as Suho disappeared into the kitchen.

Once I got upstairs I looked down the hallway and saw three doors to the right. “Gee thanks, Suho, I hope I’m never lost with you in the woods,” I mumbled.

I tried the first door and found a closet. Nope, not there. I went to the second door and it opened into a bedroom. This must be Sehun’s bedroom. My curiosity got the best of me and I found myself walking into his room, shutting the door back. His room looked like what I’d expect it to, right down to the choice of bed sheets. I went over to the window in the middle of the back wall and pulled back the curtains. Wow, you can see into my bedroom window from this window.

“I guess I better start keeping my curtains closed,” I joked.

I turned to my left and went over to his dresser. He had a picture of himself, Suho, and seven other men sitting on it. I assumed they were friends of theirs back in South Korea and scanned over the other things on his dresser. The one thing that stuck out to me was a picture laying face down under a book. I slid the picture out from under it and flipped it over. What? Is this a picture of… Of me?! The picture was a picture from my 18th birthday, my mom took me out to a club and she took a picture of me in my birthday outfit so “she could brag on her Facebook page about how beautiful her daughter was” as she put it. How did he even find this picture? Better yet, why did he have this picture?!

I picked the book up and found two more pictures under it. These pictures made me feel more comfortable. One was of him and me together that he must have printed out and the other seemed to be a picture of him when he was younger. Why would he have these pictures here? Isn’t under a book a weird place to keep pictures? Calm down Urs, I’m sure there has to be a reasonable explanation.

I heard a car door shut outside. I looked out the window and saw Sehun getting bags out from his car. I put the pictures and book back where it was, closed the curtains, and went back out the door. The third door turned out to be the bathroom, of course. After washing my hands I went downstairs to greet Sehun. The moment I stepped off the last step, Delilah came running over to me and jumped up on me.

“Hey, pretty girl! I missed you,” I smiled, patting her head. “Delilah, get down!” Sehun called, standing in the kitchen doorway with an oven mitt in hand. “Oh no, it’s alright. I love when animals get excited over seeing me.”

After dinner, I helped Suho in the kitchen with the dishes. “You have a dishwasher, don’t you?” I asked. “Yeah, but neither of us really like using it,” He said. “Oh, both of you will make such wonderful housewives one day!” I nudged Suho on the shoulder.

“Are you saying I’m spouse material?” Sehun came behind me with a smirk on his face. “That’s for me to know and you to find out,” I tossed a dish towel over his shoulder as I said this.

After we finish the dishes, all three of us sat down in the living room to watch a random movie. Halfway through the movie Suho stood up and stretched, “Well you crazy kids, I’m going to turn in for tonight. Don’t stay up too late,” He laughed, then he turned and went upstairs to go to sleep.

“I guess I should be getting back too. I didn’t plan on staying this long,” I said.

“Can I walk you across the street? I have something I’d like to talk about,” He said. I nodded my head and let him follow me outside. He seemed to be hesitant to speak, but eventually, he spoke, “Suho told me about what happened last night… Are you alright? Are you nervous or scared or anything along those lines?”

“Oh did he? I suppose I’m alright. It’s just,” We walked up on my porch and sat down on the swing, “I don’t know who could have done this to him. Yeah, he was rude to me and dragged me into a pretty heated argument, but besides that, he was shy and polite to basically everyone. I thought about it and I think whoever attacked him did it for personal reasons, but what could that be? I couldn’t see him doing anything that bad, especially nothing to deserve nearly being beaten to death,” I sighed and leaned my head against Sehun’s shoulder.

“What started the argument?”

“I’m not sure. All I know is one day he just became oddly hostile towards me. That night he said some pretty nasty things to me. I’d rather not repeat them, but one thing he said really struck a nerve with me. He said my mom should be ashamed of me… I know I act like I don’t care about what other people think of me, and I don’t, but my mom is an exception. I just want her to be proud of me, that’s something I have worried about for years. My mom is the most important person to me, it would break my heart if I disappointed her,” I stopped talking about the subject before I started crying, “I’m sorry to have dumped something like this on you.”

“Ursula listen, I will always be here to listen to you. If you ever need to talk about anything, I promise you I will be there. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I’ll be there. I’m so glad that you feel comfortable enough to share something like this with me. I know it isn’t easy talking about your vulnerabilities with other people, and I want to thank you for trusting me with it,” He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “I know your mom is proud of you. She’s raised such a beautiful, intelligent, and caring woman and she should be proud of that. You’re one of the most amazing people I have ever met, you have no idea how lucky I feel to have met someone like you.”

I wrapped my arm around his waist and hugged him. I’ve never met a man like Sehun before. Something about him makes me open up to him so easily. It’s as if I could tell him anything and he wouldn’t judge or change his view of me. He truly is a special guy.

“Can I ask you something personal?” He asked.

“Of course, go ahead,” I replied.

“You always talk about your brother and your mom, but what about your dad?” He asked about the one part of my life I would die to forget about. I really don’t want to talk about the subject, but something is telling me that I need to tell Sehun about it. “It’s okay if you don’t want to answer! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked-”

“It’s alright, Sehun. I just haven’t spoken about him in a long time and the question stunned me for a second. My dad, well, he isn’t a positive topic in my life. His and my mom’s marriage wasn’t a healthy one at all, to say the least. I was too young to remember most things but Caspian remembers them well and he filled me in on the years that I couldn’t remember. He never really hit her or anything, but he was mentally abusive. He always talked down to her and treated her like dirt, I don’t know how she put up with it for so long. She finally had enough and left him when I was 9 and Caspian was 17. That was the last time we heard from him until I was 16. He found me on Facebook one day and messaged me and begged to meet up with him. At first, I said no, but eventually I agreed because I thought that maybe he had changed… That was probably one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

The first couple of months were alright. It was awkward trying to get used to him being in my life again, but I went along with it. One day he asked me if I wanted to meet his family. I agreed because I thought it would be a move in the right direction, but I was so wrong. I saw the way he treated his wife and her kids, he never treated us like that. He treated them with such love and affection, something I never knew he could do. Even though he was trying to be apart of my life, he didn’t treat me as if he loved me. I tried to push it off and not think about it, but it bothered me to the point where I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Have you ever lowered your expectations for someone in hopes that they won’t disappoint you one day? I have… I did it until I had absolutely no expectations and was still disappointed. I was 17 when I started trying to push him out of my life, that didn’t end well at all. He became so moody, I wouldn’t reply to his text for three minutes and he would text back saying things like ‘Oh okay I guess you do not feel like talking to me’ and he would say things to try and guilt trip me into speaking to him. I finally had enough and I blocked him from everything so he couldn’t contact me anymore. Then one day he,” I couldn’t stop my tears as I got to the end of my story. Sehun looked at me with concern, telling me that I didn’t need to continue.

“No, I need to finish this. You need to know the whole story,” I sniffled and started telling the end, “Somehow he found out where we lived and he came here. I didn’t go to the door but he kept banging and banging on the door until I forced myself to open it. I opened it and he started yelling at me and making a huge scene. He said ‘I try to be a good father and reconnect with my only daughter and this is what I get.’ and I told him that he needed to calm down because some of the neighbors had started coming outside to see what was going on. Apparently, I made him even angrier and he started yelling even worse…” I closed my eyes and could see that day as if it was a movie.

“You’re just like your mother! You’re an ungrateful little brat. You should be thankful that I actually reached out to you! What a mistake that was. You’re going to end up just like her, alone. No one will ever love an entitled bitch like you!” I attempted to run down the stairs so I could go to one of the neighbor's houses, but the second I stepped off the bottom step he grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him. “You’re not going anywhere, Ursula!” His grip on my arm tightened, I could see the rage in his eyes. I tried to break away, but he was too strong for me.

“Do you want to know why I came back to you? I wanted to rub it in you, your mom, and your snot-nosed brother’s faces that I never loved any of you. Yes sweetie, you heard that right. I never loved you. How could I ever love someone so worthless? You’re so stupid for thinking I came back into your life because I actually cared about you,” He started laughing, apparently proud of himself for the words that he was saying. One of the neighbor’s husbands had come home and he came into our yard and yelled at my dad. At the same time, I saw my brother’s truck speed up the road and stop in front of our house. I was slung onto the ground and my dad tried to hop in his car and leave, but the neighbor grabbed him before he could leave.

“Ursula!” Caspian ran towards me and held me in his arms. I looked at my arm and saw that bruises were starting to form from how tight my dad’s grip was on me. I wasn’t crying up until that point, but when my brain registered the words said to me I started crying. When Caspian saw me crying, that’s when he lost his cool. He ran towards our father and punched him, making him stumble out of the neighbor’s hold. He punched him again and again until he backed up our dad to the stairs and he stumbled on them.

“I used to be scared of you as a kid but I’m not that scared little boy anymore. You will get what is coming to you one day. I may never see it, mom may never see it, Ursula may never see it, but you will. You will have to answer to someone one day, and he will not be a nice judge. We will sleep peacefully at night knowing that you’ll be punished one day.” He started to turn around to walk back to me, but our dad still had some spite left in him.

“Don’t lie to yourself, son. I’m your father, you care about me and what happens to me!”

Caspian’s face turned so dark, I had never seen him with such an expression. He clenched his fists and he stiffened his jaw, “No, that’s where you’re wrong. You are nothing to me! I don’t care if you live or die. If you died right here, I wouldn’t care. Hell, I’d probably clap and celebrate one less piece of shit on this Earth.”

I could see that Caspian was about to hit him again, but I stopped him. I had to stop him before this went any further. “C-Caspian,” I cried out. His entire demeanor changed when he heard my voice. He rushed back over towards me and held me in his arms. I had never cried in front of him like this before.

“It’ll be okay, Ursula. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”

“We found out later that a neighbor had called Caspian when they saw what was going on. I was thankful too, who knows what would have happened if he hadn’t been there. I still have a feeling that part of our dad is mentally unstable and that is why he said and did what he did, but regardless of that, I don’t think I’ve been the same since that day,” I trailed off in thought. Sehun hadn’t said anything while I was telling him, and he didn’t say anything after so I began to get afraid as to what he was thinking. “Sehun?” I lifted my head to look at him, the expression on his face reminded me of Caspian’s that day. I reached a hand up and cupped his cheek, his facial expression immediately softened. He leaned his head into my hand and smiled, then he spoke.

“I am so sorry that happened to you, Ursula… I could never imagine going through that. After hearing that, if I ever see that asshole I will kick his ass. It’s despicable that someone would speak to anyone that way, especially their own daughter… Wait, no. You’re not his daughter, and he is not your dad. He’s everything that a dad shouldn’t be. A dad is supposed to protect you, give you love and affection, and raise you to be the best that you can be. Your brother was right, he will have to answer to someone one day. I know he will, and I hope you don’t feel burdened by the words of such a worthless man. Everything that he said was a lie.” He had grabbed my face with his hands and was staring intently into my eyes. What is it about his eyes that make me feel so at peace?

I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. I questioned how he seemed to know exactly what to say to calm me down. I was so grateful for him. “He was right about one thing… Who would ever love a girl with such emotional baggage?” I said to myself, or so I thought.

“I would.”

“Ursula, don’t say anything, please. Never think of yourself as unlovable or unloved. You are lovable and you are loved. Anyone who thinks different has to be insane. It doesn’t matter about your past or what weighs heavy on your heart, the right person will love you despite all of that and make you feel like the most cherished and loved person in the world.”

My mind flashes back to those weeks ago when we were at dinner.

“Being scared is a natural part of developing feelings for someone. I don’t expect you to feel much for me yet, but believe me when I say that I care about you.”

“Thank you, Sehun. I’ve never had someone say such a thing to me. I can never express how thankful I am for you. You’re an amazing guy and such a genuine person.” That was the last thing we said on the subject. He insisted on coming inside and making sure I had a glass of water to drink. He rubbed my back as I drank the water, such a simple gesture but it made me feel so happy and safe.

“Can I ask you a question?” I asked, both of us now sitting down on the couch. “Ask away.”

“How is someone like you… How do you not have a girlfriend?”

“Well… I just don’t. I can’t explain it. I haven’t felt anything for someone in a long time,” He admitted.

“How do you feel about me?” I didn’t intend on actually asking that, but it came out regardless. His eyes widen for a moment before softening. A shy smile came across his face, a slight red tint came to his cheeks. Oh my goodness, he is so adorable. He bit his bottom lip, “Let me show you.” He leaned in and softly pressed his lips against mine. He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me in a firm embrace. Thoughts began racing through my head.

What is going on? I want to say we shouldn’t be doing this, but this is the one thing I have wanted to do for awhile now. God, Sehun is so amazing. He’s such a genuine person, he’s so sweet and simply… Wonderful. Everything he said made my heart flutter. What is this feeling? How is it that I have had this feeling for weeks but I still can’t put a name on it?

No, wait… I think I know what this is.

-Sehun’s POV-

That man better pray that I will never meet him. He had the opportunity to love Ursula and he took it for granted. She was willing to try and love him and he just pushed her aside. I would kill to have her love me. There’s nothing I want more than to be loved by the only woman I will ever love. I will do anything to make her love me.

She’s not unloveable... I love her, I loved her the moment I first saw her. How dare he say such things to her! She’s the most perfect thing in the world, it hurts me to know that someone didn’t see that. Especially her biological father. If I ever see him I... I don’t know what I will do.

‘If you ever see him you have to take care of him. You must do it. For Ursula.’

‘Sehun, no. You do not need to do that.’

‘You want to protect her, right?’

Of course, I want to protect her... I love her. I love everything about her. She’s the most perfect woman I have ever met. I can’t believe I am holding her in my arms right now and kissing her. This moment is so perfect. I never want it to end. How could I have gotten so lucky?

‘Sehun, you do not deserve to love her nor to have this moment you two are sharing. How can you hold her in your arms and say you love her knowing what you have done?’

Author’s Note: I am SO sorry that this has been so delayed! I hope all of you who waited patiently for this chapter enjoy it. Lots of things happened in this chapter oh gosh. Our poor Sehunnie, he’s gotten himself into some sort of trouble 😢 So many feels right now.

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