#but tonight out of curiosity I opened the medicine cabinet in the upstairs bathroom

[sparrowsfallingfromthesky]

what the hell. you know that post that was going around a little while ago about how some american houses have razor blades in the walls because some medicine cabinets were made with slots for them? at the time I was like "well that sounds fake, sure there are pictures but who the fuck would think that was a good idea?" but I just discovered that apparently I have TWO of those slots in my fucking house

[peachiefics]

Grenache

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Flirty Fluff

Word Count: 1,664

Synopsis: Grenache is “bold and spicy” and so is Jimin.  Also, you’re apparently really funny when you’re drunk.  

Author’s Note: Feedback is always welcome! Sorry for any typos and such!

   “Really, _____, it’ll be fun!” Lorraine nearly pleaded.

  _____ crossed her arms, head tilted in skepticism. “Wine tasting with you and your boyfriend?  No thanks; I’d rather not be the third wheel and-”  

  “It’s free~,” her best friend sang.  

  _____ pondered the idea for a moment.   What’s the worst that could happen?  Besides, going anywhere for free alcohol is almost always a good idea. “Fine…Pick me up at seven.”

     She walked into the lobby of the building and looked around, absentmindedly adjusting the strap of her dress as she took in the ostentatious décor.  As her eyes skimmed the room, a poster caught her eye.  “Wait a second…couple’s wine tasting?” she asked incredulously.  

    Lorraine and her boyfriend, Taehyung, trailed in behind her, nervously smiling at their friend’s discovery. “Yeah, we just thought that maybe since you recently became single…”  

    “No.  No.  Hell no,” _____ stated firmly, already moving towards the door.  

    “Oh, come on, _____.  One blind date wouldn’t hurt,” Taehyung reasoned, lightly grabbing the flustered girl’s arm and turning her back around.  

    “You both know how much I hate blind dates,” she said, speaking in a barely hushed tone, hoping not to draw any attention.

    “Yeah, but he’s my closest friend and a really great guy.”  

    “And he’s really hot,” Lorraine added, earning a quick, irritated look from her boyfriend.  

    “He could be the sexiest man alive, and the answer would still be-”  

    “Hey, Jimin!  Over here,” Taehyung called out to his coworker, motioning for him to come over.  

    “Too late; haha!” Lorraine whispered.    

    _____ rolled her eyes, figuring that she should at least get a good look at the poor soul they had invited on this double date.  ‘…Well I’ll be damned…,’ she thought to herself as she came face to face with a definite candidate for the title of sexiest man alive. Dark brown hair fell over deep brown eyes, and pleasantly round cheeks contrasted perfectly with a deadly sharp jawline.

    He came over and greeted Lorraine and Taehyung before turning to _____.  “And you must be _____,” he smiled.  

    “I must be,” she laughed awkwardly, holding her hand out for him to shake.  He gently grasped it without hesitation and brought it to his pouty lips for a soft kiss.  “I’ve heard a lot about you.”  

    “Only good things, I hope.”  

    “Of course, of course,” he chuckled, the sound a gentle melody that she desperately wanted to hear again. 

     The two couples separated but were close enough to keep an eye on each other. Jimin pulled out _____’s chair for her and she thanked him as she sat down.  ‘So far, so good….,’ she thought to herself. Then she perused the menu for a few moments before the dark-haired stranger spoke up.

    “Any preferences?” he asked.  

    “I’m really not too knowledgeable about this stuff, so it’s all Greek to me,” she replied shyly.  

    “More like Italian, but I get what you mean,” he teased with a slight smirk, causing her to smile and blush a bit.  A waiter stopped his cart by the table and asked for the first wine selection, making sure to suggest a few. Jimin gave _____ a quick look in a questioning manner, but she simply shrugged nonchalantly as if to say, “your choice”.  

    “Moscato d'Asti to start with, please,” he requested, not even bothering to look at the menu.  The waiter nodded and grabbed a bottle from a bucket of ice before filling two glasses halfway.  He then placed them on the table and the two thanked him as he moved on to the next couple.  

    _____ took a sip, letting the saccharine taste overtake her taste buds, and nodded in approval.  “Good choice; I like it.  It’s sweet and refreshing,” she smiled.  

    “Well, they say a person’s wine preference is reflective of their personality,” he replied, tilting his glass slightly.  

    She raised an eyebrow as her finger danced across the rim of her wine glass. “Then, what’s your preference?”  

    “Grenache,” he stated simply, eyes swimming dangerously deep into hers.  

    She quickly glanced down at the menu to find the words “spicy” and “bold” written under his wine choice. “So, let’s try that one next,” she suggested.  

    “You sure you want to skip to that one?  I mean, it’s soft on the palate, but the alcohol content is pretty high and…to be honest, you seem like a bit of a lightweight,” he said in the politest way possible.  

    “Excuse you, Mr. Wine Connoisseur; I am not a lightweight,” she retorted playfully, setting her glass down on the table.  

    “Alright then, if you insist.”  Jimin got the attention of the waiter and ordered her request.  The waiter gave them an odd look, since he knew that particular wine was supposed to come later but did as he was told and went back to another table.  “Cheers,” Jimin smirked, holding out his glass to her with a mischievous glint in his eye.  

    “Cheers,” she answered with a similar expression as she tapped her glass against his.

     About an hour, 3 bottles, and a very in-depth conversation later, it was safe to say that _____ was far passed tipsy.  She moved her hand to grab her glass and almost knocked it over before Jimin caught it.  “Oops,” she almost laughed.  

    “I think you’ve had enough for tonight, _____,” he said, trying not to laugh, himself.  

    “Agreed,” she responded, massaging one of her temples.

     Unwilling to ruin her friends’ date night, she accepted Jimin’s offer to take her home.  As she sat into the back of the cab, she turned to her date.  “Hey, Jimin?”  

    He looked at her with a crooked smile, eyebrow quirked in curiosity. “Hm?”

     “You were right. I am a lightweight,” she said, launching herself into a fit of giggles as the two settled in.  

    He couldn’t help but smile at how adorable she was, even in her drunk state.  Placing a hand on top of hers, he replied, “I figured as much.”  The entire ride was spent with him listening to _____’s drunken rambling, engaging her in conversation as much as he could manage and finding the entire endeavor to be quite amusing.  

     “Here, let me,” Jimin suggested, gently taking the keys after her fourth attempt at opening the door.  “Think you can make it in okay?” he asked, a bit skeptically.  

    “Of course I can!” she said indignantly.  She took about two steps into her house before tripping on the mat at the front door. With a sigh, he bent down to help her up, bracing her weight against his body as they made their way upstairs.

     She flopped onto the bed as Jimin found the bathroom.  “Do you have any pain killers?” he called.  

    “Medicine cabinet!”

    He shuffled through a bunch of pill bottles and went for the lowest dosage that would still help with the massive headache he knew she’d eventually have. “Here, take this,” he said, hurrying back into her room with a pill.  She grabbed a nearby bottle of water and chugged everything down as he bent down to her eye level with.

    “Are you okay now?”  

    “I’m fine.”  

    “You sure?  What’s twelve times twelve?”  

    “One forty-four.  I’m drunk, not stupid,” she deadpanned.

    “Touché,” he laughed.  There was a comfortable silence for a moment, until she felt bold enough to interrupt it.  “You’re really pretty,” she hummed, still emboldened by the fiery liquid courage running through her system. 

    He looked at her in surprise for a second but smiled right after.  “So are you, _____.”  

    “And you’re really sweet,” she added warmly.  

    “So are you,” he chuckled.  

    “And I really want to kiss you right now.”  

    He paused for a second before answering.  “And I really want to kiss you, too…”  

    _____ leaned in with closed eyes and felt something soft press against her lips.  However, it wasn’t his lips…It was the pad of his finger.  “But you said you never kiss on the first date,” he grinned, repeating what she had told him earlier.  Finally opening her eyes, she couldn’t help but pout as he removed his finger. He laughed softly and tilted her chin upward to place a light kiss on her forehead.  “Goodnight, _____.”  

     _____ woke up the next morning with a slightly nagging pain instead of a massive headache, and a vague understanding of exactly what had happened the night before. Slowly rising from the mess of sheets and clothes, she looked over at her nightstand and saw a piece of paper with writing on it. 

    “I had a great time last night. ;) ***-***-****,” she read the neat cursive as her mind drew a complete blank.  ‘What the fuck happened last night…?’

     “Please pick up, please pick up,” she muttered, listening to the phone ring.

    “Hello?”  

    She swallowed nervously as his smooth voice reached your ear.  “Um…Hi, Jimin.  It’s _____.”  

    “I had a feeling you’d call,” he chuckled.  

    “Yeah, I saw your note and I was just wondering, uh…What exactly happened…last night?”  

    “It was amazing, _____.  You made sounds that I never heard a woman make before.”  

    “What?…I-I…Look, whatever happened, or didn’t happen last night-”  

    “I’m joking, _____.  We didn’t have sex,” Jimin interrupted her stuttering with a laugh and she felt relief wash over her before a wave of ‘wtf’ hit.  

    “What the hell, Jimin; I almost had a heart attack!” she exclaimed. Laughing a bit, herself, she pressed her hand against her chest to calm down.  

    “But last night really was amazing to me…and incredibly entertaining, because you’re hilarious when you’re drunk.”  

    “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she retorted in a playfully sarcastic tone before adding, “But remind me to never drink that much again.”  

    “Gotcha….So I guess that means you’ll go on a second date with me…?”  

    Smiling at the sound of uncertain hope at the base of his voice, she replied, “Only if there’s no alcohol involved.”  

    “Agreed, Little Miss Lightweight,” he nodded, feeling his mouth stretch into a wide grin.

Maybe blind dates weren’t so bad, after all.

[lostlegendaerie]

my mouth tastes like booze and bad decisions (Tuckington, AU, NSFW mentioned, 1.7k)

i’m sick as fuck, here’s some unedited fluff. take it and leave me here to die.

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It takes Washington a good minute of lazy wakefulness, crushed under the gentle weight of layers of blankets and pleasant fading dreams, to realize he’s not alone in bed. A few seconds after that, and a deep inhale of sheets that smell like sex and unfamiliar detergent, and he realizes it’s not even his own bed.

That gets him up, peeling the blankets away on his side of the bed. Beside him, his bed mate and host - whose name he has completely forgotten - snores on, deep in the sleep of the utterly exhausted. The rise and fall of his chest is hypnotic, and Washington glares at him in open envy as his head starts to throb.

Well. At least the guy he went home with is cute, with his short densely curled black hair and the tiny spot of drool on his pillow. Wash remembers flashes of that mouth all over him - his lips, his neck, his cock - and heads to the bathroom to relieve his bladder and his curiosity.

Sure enough, there’s a mess of hickeys all over his shoulders, a couple maybe at his hips that could be bruises as he pulls on last night’s clothes. As he slinks downstairs, tender in places that ache with each step, Washington remembers the night in reverse. They’d fucked properly in the bed, Washington’s face in the pillows, tangled together at the foot of the stairs with greedy hands and mouths. First orgasm just inside the front door, with his host’s hand over Washington’s mouth urging him to be quiet, otherwise they’ll wake--

The sight of a child seated calmly at the kitchen table is a more effective mood killer than a bucket of ice water. Washington freezes to the spot. The clink of metal spool against plastic cereal bowl is deafening in the silence of an early Sunday morning.

His eyes jerk to each of the windows in turn, looking for one that wouldn’t alert the kid - who’s in that weird indeterminate stage between toddler and teenager that makes it hard for him to age - to his presence. Or maybe he could slink back upstairs, try to leave some kind of ‘thanks for the sex’ note and go out the second story? He might be able to shimmy down the porch drainpipe, isn’t that something they do in--

“Hi,” says the kid, looking up from his cereal box with serious, dark brown eyes. His skin is lighter than the man still asleep, but they have the same broad nose and bouncy hair.

Washington distantly remembers gently tugging on his host’s last night, and that the name he’d gasped when they’d first started fooling around in the bar’s bathroom had started with a T. “Good morning,” he rasps, and comes down the last two stairs.

It’s a nice kitchen, with a few dishes on the counters and a half-empty bag of groceries by the microwave. Most of the light comes in through the windows, the mini-blinds raised nearly all the way, and the ambient glow of a cloudy morning softens the bright red of the tile floor. Washington pads across it as though it was hot and uncomfortable to the touch, trying to find the cabinet with the cups without touching anything. The sooner he can wash the lingering taste of sleep, rum and come out of his mouth, the better.

“Daddy got fruity cereal as a treat if you want some,” says the boy at the counter. Washington thinks back to the four years in college he spent living on off-brand sugary cereals and almost pukes into the sink.

“Thanks, but I’m just gonna get some water.”

“That one.”

Washington pauses, hand on this third cabinet, and looks over his shoulder. The boy is pointing. Washington moves his hand. The boy points again, harder this time. He takes a step to the left. The boy nods.

Washington has to stretch to reach the cups on the top shelf, and there’s a clatter when he closes the cabinet that suggests there will be problems later, but problems later are not problems now. “Do you have bread?”

“Fridge.”

He puts a slice in the toaster and fiddles with the dial as long as possible. He’s not good with kids. I mean, he’s met kids before. Used to be one not that long ago, but he was an only child who moved around a lot. Being good with kids is a North thing, who has more capability in one bicep then half of their grad student D&D group.

Fuck them, while he’s thinking about it. Fuck their encouragement to flirt back, and especially fuck York’s penchant for tequila shots. Great sex with a stranger is not worth a hangover and a child at the same time.

“So,” he says, taking a seat as his head swims and biting into dry toast, “are you in school?”

The kid takes a sip of cereal milk and holds up two fingers.

“Second grade, huh?” Washington fights for something interesting to add and just settles for another bite of toast. Should he introduce himself? Ask for the kid’s name? He’s never had a one night stand with someone who had a kid before.

He gets out his phone to text North for help when he sees the stream of text messages from his friends - most of them congratulatory and crude, with way too many eggplant emoji - and resolves he would rather die than ask them for anything, ever. Washington is on his own.

He finishes his toast and buries his face in his arms. There’s an occasional slurp as the kid finishes his breakfast, plus the muffled sound of traffic outside, but both are drowned out by the pounding ache in his head. In a minute, he’ll go upstairs and raid the medicine cabinet for painkillers.

“I like you,” the kid says. Washington raises his head. “You’re quiet.”

“Uh,” Washington replies, face heating as he recalls all the times last night he was told he was the opposite, “thanks.”

The kid drinks the last of his cereal milk and starts to clean up - dishes in the dishwasher, half-gallon of milk in the fridge, dragging a chair to stand on as he puts the cereal away and then scooting it back.

“I wanna play Smash,” he declares in Washington’s direction, hands still on the back of the chair.

“Ok?”

“You have to help.”

“Um. All right. Can I use the bathroom first?” he asks, and gets a point in response. He closes the door and flips through the cabinets, finds a bottle of Tylenol and takes three. The kid is waiting for him at the end of the hall, and leads him into a den covered in sports paraphernalia.

The kid boots up the game on his own and hands Washington a controller. “I get Samus,” he says, in the most dramatically serious tone Washington has ever heard from a person who’s barely over four feet tall.

Washington picks Link because he’s predicable as hell, and even with a hangover manages to soundly beat Samus and two CPUs in under three minutes. He peeks a look at the kid and sees the start of a pout.

“You’re good,” the kid says.

Washington thumbs a hickey on his collarbone. “Sorry. I’m really bad at Mario Kart?” he offers.

“Can we switch to Mario Kart?”

“Sure.”

True to his word, Washington is awful without even trying. The first time he mutters “son of  bitch!” when Bowser bumps Koopa off the road and into the lava he shoots the kid a horrified look, but he’s too focused on drifting around the turn as King Boo so Washington doesn’t make a big deal about it. Four races in, just as Washington is about to pass Peach for fifth place, he hears footsteps on the stairs and freezes.

“Oh,” says the guy who wrung three noisy orgasms out of Washington last night, as he steps into the kitchen wearing nothing but pajama pants, “hey Wash.”

“Hey,” he replies, and feels even worse for forgetting his name. He jerks his eyes back to the TV and glue them there.

“Hi daddy.”

“Hey, Junior,” and the warmth in his voice is a sudden and blinding as sunshine. Washington tightens his grip on the controller and refuses to turn, even when he hears footsteps approaching the couch. “You keeping an eye on this guy for me?”

“Yep.”

“Junior, huh?” Washington hazards as his character swerves off the road and into the grass. “Named after you?”

Apparently he’s not subtle enough, because after a beat his host snorts. “You forgot my name?”

“I’m sorry--”

“You knew it pretty well last night. Or at least I thought you did. Then again, you coulda been screaming fuck, so--”

Washington forgets about the race entirely and throws a horrified glance at his host, then at Junior, and back again.

“What? He knows why you’re here. Don’t you?””

“Yeah,” says Junior, crossing the finish line and raising one fist to be bumped. “Get it, daddy.”

“Unbelievable,” Washington mutters, and the guy snatches his controller. “Sorry again.”

“It’s fine. Lavernius Tucker. My kid calls me Daddy, my ex-girlfriend doesn’t call at all, and you can call me Tucker. Nice to meet you,” he says, getting all up in Washington’s personal space as he sits on the edge of the couch.

Tucker manages to squeeze out a sixth place and Washington coughs, feeling the grime of sweat clinging to his skin. “I should, uh. Head home. Shower.”

“Need a ride?”

“No, I’ll just call a cab or something.” He looks at where he is on the map and does a double take. “Or walk. Wow. You’re pretty close to my place.”

Tucker slides into Washington’s spot the moment he gets up, and throws him a grin over the back of the couch as Junior selects the next track.

“Well, if you get lonely tonight, I don’t have class until 11am tomorrow. Feel free to come over, and I’ll come under you.”

Even with the worst of his headache gone, Washington really doesn’t have a reply for that, so he just backs out the door with an inarticulate, muttered, “bye Junior” and starts to head down the street. He’s got a long walk of shame ahead of him, in 45 degree weather, and class bright and early tomorrow. And his ass is still a little sore.

[akxle-blog1]

05. the juliet

hi guys! i’m so sorry for the delay. i’ve rewritten this chapter a couple of times because i was either unsatisfied or it was just all over the place. however, i’m pretty happy with this one. the song that came on shuffle was this! enjoy reading and have a happy 2017! 

the next day, it was hard not to pretend last night didn't happen. breakfast was so awkward. hoseok tried to lighten up the mood of his friends but his efforts were put into waste. well, at least seokjin gave him a light-hearted smile. yoongi kept staring at y/n causing her to shift uncomfortably on her seat.

"you're making her feel uncomfortable, yoongi. stop it." jin told yoongi through his telepathic ability. yoongi tore his gaze from y/n and looked at his hyung who was giving him a stern look.

"ready to leave for school, y/n?" taehyung asked once he finished his breakfast. he grabbed his blazer that was hanging on his chair and put it on.

"yeah, i'll just grab something upstairs." y/n replied to which taehyung nodded at. y/n excused herself, standing up from her seat and leaving the kitchen/dining area. the heels of her shoes clicked against the wooden floor, the sound echoing throughout the quiet dormitory.

when y/n disappeared from sight, jimin was the first one to speak. "do you think she remembers what happened last night?"

"i don't think she does." namjoon replied while nodding his head.

"is that a good thing or a bad thing?" hoseok asked, drinking his orange juice.

"i'm not so sure yet," namjoon said, leaning against his chair. "what do you think, yoon-," he turned towards yoongi but his seat was empty. "where's hyung?" their leader asked.

"sometimes, i think he teleports and just doesn't tell us." taehyung said, chuckling to himself.

you entered yoongi's bedroom in mild panic. okay, you were really in panic. the necklace, the one that you only had to remember your mother by, was missing. you didn't realize it until you searched for your phone in your bag and you didn't notice anything shiny in your bag's front pocket. you were thinking of the places you were in during the early hours of the morning - yoongi's bed, yoongi's shower.

"of course," you told yourself as you rushed inside the bathroom, opening the lights. "come on, please be here." you muttered under your breath as you searched for the piece of jewelry.

you went over to the sink, searched under it but found nothing. "fuck," you breathed out, feeling your heartbeat increase. "fuck, fuck, please, be here." you stood up, opened the medicine cabinet but found none. you noticed, however, a bottle of Ambien. "ambien?" you said, curiosity filling your system in.

"what the hell are you doing?" an angry voice caused you to shut the medicine cabinet quickly. you turned to the door and saw yoongi, eyes shooting daggers at you.

"i-i didn't mean to, i-i was-," you tried explaining but he walked towards you and you found yourself backing away. yoongi wasn't that taller than you, maybe a good 4 inches? but he was definitely intimidating and scary right now. "i'm sorry!" you squeaked when you felt your back pressed up against the cold glass of the shower cubicle.

"looking for this?" he asked, voice low and slow. you looked at his raised hand and your face broke into a smile when your necklace was hanging from his hand.

"you found it! thank you so much, yoongi!" you exclaimed, about to grab it from his hand but he moved it away from you.

"you think it's that easy? i caught you snooping around places you shouldn't even be touching in the first place," yoongi lectured, scoffing at you. "and you think apologizing will do?"

"well, it's what you do when you wrong people," you said, an edge to your voice. yoongi raised an eyebrow, a sudden change in demeanor. "i'm sorry, yoongi. i really am. i shouldn't have been snooping around your medicine cabinet but i was trying to find my necklace - it's very  special to me because a very important person gave it to me. can i please have it back now?"

yoongi stared at you for a while and you looked at your shoes to distract yourself from his gaze. all of a sudden, you felt something cold against your neck and you looked up, eyes wide and filled with curiosity and saw yoongi placing the necklace around your neck. "w-what are you doing?"

"putting the necklace on you, what do you think?" yoongi answered, stepping back from you and placed his hands in his pockets.

your hand absent-mindedly made its way to the piece of jewelry around your neck. it was the first time you ever wore it and it felt... good. in a way, you found yourself at ease with the necklace close to you.

"boyfriend?" yoongi asked.

"huh?"

"did your boyfriend give that to you?"

you shook your head. "it's my mom's. i'm not sure if taehyung had told you guys or if i had and just don't remember but i grew up in an orphanage. my mom, she died giving birth to me and i don't know who my father is. this is the only thing i have to remind me that i did have a family."

yoongi was silent for a moment, lips pursed together. "it looks good on you." he said and walked away. he stopped once he was out of the bathroom, "don't tell anyone about what you saw in there." and then he was gone.

you sat down on one of the benches of the gym, your hands on your hips as you watched jimin play volleyball with other students. he had invited you to play with them but you kindly refused, telling the silver-haired boy that you didn't know how to play. which was a lie, of course. you did know how to play. you weren't exactly the best but you knew how the sport works.

the reason why you kindly (let us makes an emphasis on that) rejected jimin's offer was because you wanted to have some time for yourself. you remembered what happened last night - well everything until you fainted. you weren't sure why you did, however. you made a mental note to ask one of them later. you pushed the thought aside and the scenario with yoongi in the bathroom replayed in your mind. why was he so angry about you finding his sleeping pill? okay, maybe he was angrier that i snooped around his private belongings, you thought as you mentally slap yourself. of course yoongi would be mad, you would too. but there was more to it than him being mad - it was as if you had found out a secret of him and he was... scared, for lack of better words. well, there isn't something wrong about having insomnia, you said to yourself. god, you felt so stupid right now; you were talking to yourself while the rest of your classmates play volleyball.

suddenly, you felt a presence beside you. tilting your head to the side, you saw a familiar boy, oh sehun.

"you look like you're in deep thought," he remarked. "wanna share it?"

you shook your head no. "its fine, sehun. its nothing major anyways." you replied with a kind smile.

he nodded, lips pursed. he didn't say anything else, his gaze focused on the game which jimin's team was winning. sehun was wearing the school's boy's uniform; not the gym uniform. he also had his book bag sitting on his lap. his neck tie was loose, the top button of his uniform undone. he was breathing heavily, too, as if he had just ran a marathon. his hair was beautifully messed up. from your point of view, his high cheekbones, pointed noise and jawline made him seem like god himself made oh sehun. he was truly god-like and you might have felt a little jealous.

"enjoying the view?" sehun's teasing voice caused you to blush crazily.

fucking great, y/n, now you're officially a creep.

"well, my former teacher told me to appreciate the beauty in everything; you're beautiful, oh sehun." the words escaped your lips before you even knew it. your eyes widened, and you quickly covered your mouth with your hands in embarrassment.

sehun just chuckled in response. "you're something else, y/n." he said.

"mr. oh sehun, don't you have any class to attend?" the booming voice of your gym teacher, professor kim, made both you and sehun to turn to your head at her. "and miss y/l/n, i know you're new here and all but i'd appreciate it if you come here with the rest of the class."

nodding your head furiously, you stood up from your seat and started walking down to be with the rest of the class. a hand, however, stopped you. "i'll see you tonight." sehun said before swinging his book bag on his shoulder and started leaving the gym.

you didn't have time to process what the hell just happened with oh sehun because professor kim had already blown her whistle and started calling out names for the practical test, volleyball.

"what did he say?" jimin asked. you heard your name right after jimin's name was called out. you were in the same team.

"i-," you started but you were cut off by professor kim telling everyone to pick the first six players and write down the positions.

you sighed as your appointed team captain, wendy, put you in the first six with jimin. "can you play, y/n?" she asked.

"yeah, i know." you replied and jimin nudged your side.

"thought you said you couldn't?" he asked as wendy rushed to professor kim to hand out our first six.

you just shrugged at the pouting jimin.

"miss y/l/n!" you heard your name being called while you were on your way to the boys' table. it was lunch time already. you had originally wanted to spend it at the garden once more but jeongguk was already waiting outside your classroom by the time your class finished.

you turned around and saw your theater professor approaching you. he had a wide smile on his face and you felt yourself smiling back at him. he had a very infectious smile. "hi professor." you said, bowing lightly at him.

"y/n, have you signed up for the play?" he asked, straight to the point.

"uh, no, professor. i don't have any plans to." you replied.

"really? but you've been part of many plays back at your old school, won best actress too." professor yoo said, looking through something on the folder on his hands. "see? why don't you give it a try?" he said, showing you your student record.

"professor yoo, i've never been part-," you started but professor yoo was called by professor kim, telling him there was a faculty meeting.

"i'll be expecting you on friday, y/n." he handed you a leaflet and left to attend the meeting.

huh? that was all you could think of before you continued your way to the boys' table. you sat down beside hoseok, placing your tray on the table and the leaflet beside it. you noticed that jin was nowhere to be seen. "where's jin?"

"he won't be able to join us for a while. he's busy with apprenticeship." namjoon replied.

you nodded and started eating your lasagna. through your peripheral vision, you saw hoseok grab the leaflet and your eyes widened. "no!" you said, reaching for the leaflet while you chew your food. hoseok stood up and went over to namjoon, sitting in between him and yoongi. the rest of the boys huddled around him and you groaned.

"romeo and juliet?" namjoon read out.

"are you gonna audition for it, y/n?" taehyung asked with a smirk on his face.

"i'm not," you said and coincidentally, your eyes met sehun's from across the room. he was seated with a group of unfamiliar people. well, some were unfamiliar. you recognized byun baekhyun, a kid from math class and park chanyeol, a kid from chemistry. he gave you a coy smile and tore his gaze away from you.

"you didn't tell us you were into theater! jin hyung would be very happy." jimin said, causing you to turn your attention back to them.

"i don't even know..." you trailed off quietly. the boys started reciting the lines, hoseok as juliet and taehyung as romeo. jimin and a forced yoongi played juliet's and parents while namjoon played a doble cara of romeo's parents jeongguk laughed at his hyungs.

this is just amazing.

you didn't even realize that you fell asleep the moment you got back from school. you were awoken by jin, telling you something about mails. you mumbled something even you yourself didn't understand but jin laughed it off and told you to wake up because you were gonna help him with dinner. so, with a groan, you sat up from your (technically it was yoongi's bed), stretched your arms out and noticed two boxes sitting on the edge of the bed. you crawled over to it and saw a letter on top of the boxes.

you took the letter in your hand and a huge smile broke onto your face when you noticed the familiar handwriting of the woman who raised you - lily. with so much excitement, you opened the envelope and fished out the letter. you unfolded it and started reading.

y/n,

i hope you're doing well. don't worry too much about us, okay? we're doing fine, as well. you just focus on your studies and making friends. did you make any yet? honey, i know how terrifying make even just one friend but i hope you'll find it in yourself to create memories with someone, platonically or romantically. we miss you, all of us do. it's not the same without you here. miko misses you, especially. but don't fret, i told him we'll visit you once everyone's not so busy with their schedule.

honey, please eat well and remember that even though you might not have the answers to your questions about your parents in the end, you always have us - your family and we love you.

love, everyone

you smiled, putting the letter closer to your heart. you made a mental note to write one later and send it tomorrow. you were really thankful that even though no one had adopted you, you still had a family with lily and the kids like miko back at the orphanage.

you placed the letter on your side and opened the first box. you opened it and gasped. it was a pair of silver stilettos. it wasn't the strappy kind of stilettos - it was simple with ankle straps. did they send this to me? and for what? you asked yourself. finally, you opened the other box. this one was larger than the first and there was a sticky note on the center. you picked the paper up and read it.

i told you i'll see you tonight. don't worry, i'm not gonna take you somewhere where your screams wouldn't be heard. i hope you like the dress and the shoes - not really sure what your size it so i based it on my intuition.

i'll pick you up at 7.

oh sehun

"what the fuck?" you muttered under your breath after you finished reading the note. you brought back your gaze on the box and your eyes widened. versace. "what the hell?" you opened the box and it revealed a silver silked clothing. you grabbed the thin straps of the dress and as you stood up, the dress revealed itself to be reaching the floor.

"y/n! jin hyung's loo- what's that?" the door to yoongi's room opened and you saw taehyung with hoseok standing at the doorway.

"um, i'm not sure..." you trailed off, laying the dress on the bed. "what were you saying?"

"y/n, were those your mail?" hoseok asked as they approached you.

"yes." you replied and saw taehyung picking up sehun's note. "tae, no!" you exclaimed as you tried grabbing the sticky note from his hand but he raised it higher while putting his large hand on top of your head. you never hated your height this much.

"oh sehun? you're going on a date with oh sehun?" taehyun asked, handing you back the note. "i didn't know you two were close."

"we aren't, this is really out of the blue. i don't even know, ugh." you groaned, running your hands through your hair in frustration.

"well, y/n, you might want to get ready, it's already 5:30." hoseok said, patting your head.

"yeah, we'll just tell the others you're preparing for your date." taehyung said as he motioned hoseok to leave the room.

"it is not a date!" you exclaimed as they made their way out. once they shut the door, you let out an exasperated sigh.

just what the hell are you thinking, oh sehun?

"she's what?!" jin practically screamed as taehyung announced to everyone y/n's date to everyone. his eyes were wide, one hand holding a spatula while the other was gripping the pan tightly.

namjoon and jeongguk stopped their tutoring session and raised their heads up to taehyung. namjoon slowly tilted his head to see their maknae with a solemn expression. jimin opened and closed his mouth but no words formed. yoongi, on the other hand, shrugged his shoulder.

"let's just be thankful it's not woo jiho or any of his members." yoongi said nonchalantly.

"i mean, i knew this would happen but it's so soon? and oh sehun? really? since when did they start hanging out?" jin asked, going back to cooking.

"y/n's seemed shocked, though, like she wasn't expecting this to happen, too." hoseok pointed out.

"at gym, they were talking. sehun said something to her before she went over to the rest of the class. this must be what he said." jimin said, running his fingers through his hair.

"maybe this is what headmaster lim's telling us," yoongi started and everyone turned their attention to him. he sat up straight. "it's just a theory, well, a guess, a hunch - whatever, the point is maybe she's sent here to, i don't know, spy on us or something? rule number three of the decalogue: protect the secrets of your brothers. you get what i mean? suddenly, oh sehun, part of one of the oldest societies beside ours and one of the most powerful, too, becomes interested in her. i think it's more than just a coincidence."

"or he just really likes her." taehyung said, exaggerating or.

"bullshit," yoongi replied. "oh sehun never picks random people to go on a date with - he tried her, remember? because she's powerful, she's one of a kind. y/n... there is something about her. what? i don't know but i intend to find out."

"you're blowing this way out of proportion, yoongi," seokjin said, shaking his head. "she may remind us of her but she isn't her. she's normal. she's human. she's not like us."