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mint-yooxgi · 6 years ago

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Crazy In Love - Yandere!Jongin X Reader // Chapter Three

Yandere AU - Part of the Crazy In Love Series // Collab with the ever talented @ninibears-erigom

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Jongin X Reader

Words: 3,755

Warning: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned. (Not edited yet, as it’s late and I have work in the morning. I’ll edit it ASAP!)

Summary: Jongin’s been your best friend for years, he knows everything about you because he fills every position in your life that you need - everything but the one thing he wants to be.

A/n: It’s finally here! Yay! Huge shoutout and kudos to @ninibears-erigom for being patient with me while I finished this part. Life is so hectic lately, oh my goodness. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and look forward to what is to come! As always, we do not believe Jongin, nor any member of EXO, past or present, would act like this. This is just our interpretation of the archetype. Feedback is greatly appreciated, enjoy!

Previous ~ Next

The weekend passes by fairly quickly for you, but for Jongin, it feels like an eternity.

As soon as you had woken up on Saturday morning and seen the text from Baekhyun, Jongin had heard you let out a small squeal. Thinking something was wrong, he rushed into your room with his toothbrush still sticking out of his mouth, without a shirt on.

You had been too distracted at first by your phone, wanting to reply right away, to notice Jongin standing in your doorway looking at you with an almost disappointed look on his features. However, the look quickly faded once he noticed you glancing up at him from your phone.

“What?” You quirk a brow, amused at the sight before you.

“I heard a noise, I was just checking if you were okay,” he replies, playfully rolling his eyes at you.

“I’m better than okay,” you grin, “I’m great, actually.”

“You sound far too excited for a Saturday morning,” he comments, managing to keep the bitterness out of his voice since he’s already assumed what has you so excited.

“Well, if you must know, Baekhyun is taking me out for lunch on Monday,” you giggle, a smile coming to rest on your lips as you notice your phone buzz with a new message from the aforementioned man.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Jongin feigns a smile for you, before turning around and heading back to the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth.

Gripping his toothbrush harshly in one hand, he scrubs a little harder than normal, taking out his anger and jealousy on his teeth. His brow is set in a frown as he grips the edges of the counter tightly in his hands once he finishes brushing his teeth. He should have just deleted the message when he got the chance.

Now, for the rest of the weekend, he has to deal with you smiling and giggling at your phone for the entire time, and listen to you talk about how excited you are for the date. He doesn’t know how much more of this he can take, and by Monday morning, he’s managed to make himself sick from jealousy.

Calling in a sick day from work, Jongin lays on his back in bed. Groaning, he throws an arm over his eyes as he hears you moving around the apartment to get ready for your date. If he’s being honest with himself, the main reason why he called in today was so that he could watch you get ready. Even though the thought of you on a date with anyone else but him makes him nauseous.

“Aren’t you going to get ready for work?” Your voice manages to pull him out of his thoughts as he peeks out from under his arm to see you leaning on his open doorframe with your arms crossed.

“I’m not feeling the greatest today,” he tells you honestly, hiding his eyes once more behind his arm.

“Oh no, what’s wrong?” The concern he hears in your voice causes his heart to flutter. If only you knew.

“Just feeling a bit nauseous, is all,” he sighs, sitting up in bed and letting his arm fall to his side.

“Did you want me to get you anything before I start to get ready?” You ask him, brow furrowing as you stare at him.

“No, that’s okay,” he sends you a weak smile. “You go get ready for your date. I’ll come keep you company, though.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling up for that?” You question.

“Yeah, I always feel better when you’re around,” he tells you honestly, and he doesn’t fail to miss the way your lips twitch upwards at his words.

“Alright then,” you shake your head slightly in disbelief. “I’ll be in my room getting ready, come join me when you feel like it. Knock first, though, cause I might be changing.”

You fail to miss the way he swallows hard after you turn away to head back to your room.

Jongin lays there for a few minutes, sulking. That should be him you’re getting ready to go on a date with. He’s just hoping that the date turns out to be a flop, sending you back into his arms once more.

Exhaling a long breath, Jongin stands up from his bed in order to make his way over to your room. Knocking briefly, just like you asked him to, he hears you utter a small ‘yep,’ letting him know it’s okay for him to enter. Opening the door reveals you in a casual pair of light wash jeans and a blouse.

“How do I look? Do you think this is too casual for lunch?” You turn to him, nervousness written all over your features.

“You look beautiful,” he manages to get out, and it’s true. You never fail to take his breath away, and you do it so effortlessly, too.

“Thanks, Jongin,” you send him a half relieved smile, moving over to sit in front of your vanity in order to do your hair and makeup.

The whole time, he lays on your bed, watching your every move carefully while conversing with you. He can’t help his rising thoughts of jealousy as they creep out of the depths of his mind, but he manages to remain passive on the outside, pretending to be excited for you.

“I really hope this date goes well today, I really like him,” you mumble, somewhat to yourself, but Jongin still manages to hear.

You fail to notice the hurt expression that flashes across his face, before it morphs into one of silent anger, becoming passive once more in the next moment. What does this Baekhyun guy have that he doesn’t? Nothing. Except your attention, which Jongin so desperately craves.

“I’m sure it will,” he hears himself saying, clenching his jaw in the next moment to keep from saying anything else that he might come to regret.

“Okay, how do I look?” Turning to him, you give him a small smile as he takes in your finished appearance.

His breath hitches, “like I said, beautiful.”

“Oh, stop it you big sap,” you can feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you throw your mascara tube at him, which bounces off his head and lands on your bed.

“Ow, what was that for?” He grins, rubbing the spot on his head that got hit.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you grin back, shaking your head as you stand up and grab your bag from the corner of your room.

“Like what?” He quirks a brow at you, sitting up on the edge of your bed.

“Like you’re in love with me,” you tease, failing to miss how his eyes widen slightly as his whole body tenses while your back is turned.

He lets out a nervous chuckle. Tiffany told you, didn’t she?

“Nah, I’m just kidding,” you turn back around to face him with a large smile on your face. “That’d be ridiculous, right? I mean, we’ve been friends for years, and that’s not going to change. You’re not in love with me.”

He doesn’t even get a chance to reply before your phone is buzzing with a new message. He notices how your smile only grows wider as you tell him that Baekhyun’s here to pick you up. He finds himself sitting on his hands in order to keep from clenching them into fists at his sides.

“Anyways, I should be back in a few hours. If you need anything, text me,” you wiggle your phone that’s in your hand for emphasis. “Or better yet, call Tiff, I’m sure she’d be more than happy to take care of you. I do hope you feel better!”

While you’re saying all this, Jongin follows you into the front foyer, watching as you slip on your shoes and a light jacket. With one final smile, you’re exiting through the door to make your way downstairs in order to meet up with Baekhyun.

Jongin finds himself staring longingly at the front door for a good five minutes, even after you have left. He silently wishes for you to come bursting back through the door and into his waiting arms, realizing your mistake of not coming to him sooner. A sigh escapes his lips as he shakes his head to clear his thoughts.

Now, he’s stuck in the apartment until you get back from your date, and he can only hope it goes horribly.

He lets out a humourless chuckle. Here he is, hoping his best friend’s date goes horribly because he can’t pluck up the courage to tell her how he feels. He feels like a lead in one of those sad, cheesy romance movies you get him to watch with you occasionally. Only this time, he’s not going to wait until the last moment to confess.

He never thought he’d be the kind of guy to do this, but after throwing on a pair of jeans, a fresh shirt, and grabbing his old black baseball cap and sunglasses, he’s slipping on his shoes and exiting your shared apartment. He keeps telling himself that he’s not going to be spying on you on your date, just making sure this guy treats you right, and the first chance he gets when Baekhyun messes up, Jongin will make sure to swoop in and rescue you like the prince he is.

Taking off down the street, he double checks his phone for the address of the place Baekhyun is taking you for lunch. At least it’s not too far away, so he’s able to make it there in about ten minutes.

He nearly scoffs to himself. A café, really? How original.

At least he can blend in at the counter with the other patrons, easily spotting the two of you at a table off to the side. He manages to get close enough that he can watch the two of you, and eavesdrop at the same time.

He finds himself clenching his fists as he sees you laugh at something Baekhyun has said, noticing how your smile refuses to leave your face as he talks about himself. Jongin knows that look well, for it’s a look you’ve never given to him, yet he desperately craves. The ‘I’m starting to fall for this guy’ look. A look that should only ever be reserved for him.

Jongin finds himself scowling as he sips on the drink he ordered a while ago to blend in more with the others in the café. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t tear his gaze away from the two of you. That should be him you’re sitting with. That should be him taking you on a date. That should be him you’re starting to fall for, just like he’s already fallen for you.

Another thing that grates on his nerves is how you left him in your apartment. Those words did not just come from out of nowhere, they had to have been presumptive from a conversation with Tiffany. She must have let slip her observations about him to you, either over text, or she must have popped into your work and talked with you while he wasn’t there.

Jongin warned her to mind her own business, and not stick her nose into something she doesn’t understand. Either way, this only works in his favour. He knows he has to get Tiffany out of the picture in order for you to spend more time with him, but he never had a good enough reason to spill to you all of TIffany’s horrible secrets. At least he can deal with her now. Unfortunately, he didn’t count on Baekhyun to come in and sweep you off your feet. That’s his job.

Zoning back in on your conversation, he notices how the two of you are finishing up your meals. He hears the both of you laugh, only causing his teeth to grit once more. From what he can tell, Baekhyun is being the perfect gentleman to you, and Jongin’s jealousy flares. The countless nights you’ve drunkenly spilled your dream date ideas to him, and one of the requirements being that the guy is a complete gentleman the whole time.

Begrudgingly, he gets up and exits the café before you can spot him, and also so that he can make it back to the apartment before you do. He knows you would find it weird to arrive back home only for him not to be there, especially if he’s ‘not feeling well’. You should be back shortly, anyways.

Making it back to the apartment, he quickly sets himself up on the couch to make it look like he’s been watching TV all day since you’ve left, throwing the blanket over himself for extra emphasis. He managed to toss his hat and sunglasses in his room before he laid down, too.

Now, all he has to do is wait.

Five minutes pass, then ten, and as soon as thirty pass, his brow is furrowing. You should have been back by now, what’s taking so long?

As soon as that thought crosses his mind, he hears the front door open, and you stepping through it a few seconds later. He hears you kick off your shoes before moving into the living room.

He pretends to just be waking up from a nap as soon as you enter the living room, making a point to check his phone for the time.

“Hey,” he greets sleepily, blinking a few times before rubbing his eyes.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” You move beside him, checking his forehead to see if he’s running a fever, but he feels fine.

“A bit better,” not entirely a lie, since you’ve gotten home, his heart has stopped racing in worry.

“That’s good to hear,” you hum, moving to sit in the armchair beside him.

“You’re home later than I expected,” the words escape him before he can stop himself.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, after lunch we went out for ice cream. It was really sweet,” you smile to yourself, and Jongin notices how your eyes seemingly glaze over as you reminisce about your date. He clenches his jaw.

“How did it go?” He hears himself asking, yet he already knows the answer. It went well, he can see that from your face, and what he observed when he went to check up on you. Your confirmation is all he needs to make his mood plummet.

“-and he was a gentleman the entire time,” the smile never leaves your face as you recount the date. “We’re going to see a movie this Friday after work. I really like him, and I think he really likes me, too.”

“That’s great,” he forces a smile on his face, “I’m happy for you.”

“Did you manage to text Tiff? How are you feeling?”

“No, why? And you already asked me that,” he chuckles slightly, no matter how jealous he is, he still finds it cute that you’re so distracted that you can’t remember what you’ve already asked him. If only it was him making you feel this way.

“I thought you would have,” you shrug. “Besides, she sent me a text as Baekhyun and I were walking to get ice cream. It just concerned me is all.”

“Really? What did it say?” He quirks a brow.

“Just that she wanted to talk to me about something, but she didn’t specify,” you reply, brow furrowing slightly as you think back to her message.

“That’s strange,” he agrees, mind already running a mile a minute trying to figure out what Tiff would possibly need to talk to you about. Is it about him? Is this because of your words earlier today about him being in love with you? He knows Tiff has implied something. This just confirms it.

“Well, whatever it is, I can’t wait to tell her about Baekhyun,” you squeal, excited at having some girl talk with Tiffany. Something the two of you haven’t done since you broke up with your last boyfriend, Jaebum.

“You might not want to do that,” again, he speaks before he can think.

“Oh? And why not?” You raise a brow at him questioningly.

Actually, his slip up might just work in his favour.

“I mean, I just-“ he sighs. “Look, I wouldn’t tell her too much about him, okay?”

“Jongin, why wouldn’t I want to tell Tiff about this amazing guy from work who I’ve just went on a very successful, and amazing, date with?” You narrow your eyes at him, watching as he shifts on the couch.

“She may get interested in him,” Jongin warns, and you almost scoff in disbelief.

“Really, Jongin? Tiffany is not the type of person to go after the same guy I like, especially not when I already have a thing with said guy,” you state firmly, not believing what’s coming out of your best friend’s mouth.

“I’m just trying to protect you, you seem to really like this guy,” he sighs, feigning concern.

“Jongin, what are you talking about? Tiffany is my second closest friend, other than you. She would never-“

“Jaebum,” he states.

“What about him?” You’re slightly taken aback by his blank expression.

“He cheated on you. While you were together. With her,” he says, and your breath hitches in your throat.

“Excuse me?” You blink at him.

“I didn’t want to tell you, because you were over him, and I was scared. I walked in on them during your party for your birthday after you had passed out from drinking too much. They made me swear not to tell you,” he sighs once more, running his fingers through your hair. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt again. I can tell you really like this guy, and I don’t want Tiffany to come between the two of you.”

“Why would you keep this from me?” Your voice is small as you fiddle with your hands in your lap.

“I-I-“ his mind can’t come up with a good enough excuse fast enough, but luckily, he doesn’t have to, for in the next moment, a knock sounds at the door.

He watches you get up and make your way over to the door, opening it to reveal the person you both least want to see right now.

“Hey!” Tiffany greets, cheerfully. “I thought I would come for a visit since we haven’t talked in a few days, or had a movie day at your apartment in a while.” Stopping in the middle of your living room, Tiffany pauses to take in the mood between the two of you. “Woah, did I walk in in the middle of a fight, you could cut the tension with a knife in this room.”

Before she can sit, your voice pulls the smile from her face.

“Why?” She looks at you in confusion. “You and Jaebum. Why?”

“Jaebum? What do you mean?” She furrows her brow, acting confused.

“And while we were together, too,” you shake your head, disappointment shining clear in your eyes as you meet her gaze. “I thought you were better than that, Tiff. I thought you were my friend.”

“What? (Y/n), what are you talking about?” Again, she feigns innocence.

“Don’t play dumb. I know,” your voice is hard, steeling your gaze as you look at her, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“You told her?” Tiffany rounds on Jongin, fury clear in her own voice.

“I had to,” he says, staring directly into Tiffany’s eyes, a silent fire burning behind them. “I couldn’t let you ruin another one of her relationships. I couldn’t keep it to myself any more.”

“If you have ounce of respect for me, or even our friendship anymore, tell me the truth,” your voice is low as she turns back around to look at you. “How often? How often did the two of you lie to my face when we were together? How often did you feel you had to ruin my relationships?”

“(Y/n), please, it was a mistake, I never wanted to hurt our friendship-“

“How often, Tiffany?” You spit, eyes cold and no longer holding that familiar warmth she’s come to know.

“I’d rather not say,” she admits, looking away from you, ashamed.

“Get out,” you spit, narrowing your eyes at her.

“This is all your fault,” she rounds on Jongin. “You didn’t even tell her because you’re concerned about her, you just need me out of the way so you can have her to yourself. (Y/n), I don’t care if you never listen to me again, but please, listen to me now. Even just for one more time. Jongin is desperately in love with you and he’ll do anything to ruin your relationships. He’s the one who-“

“I think it’s time for you to leave, Tiffany,” Jongin interjects before she can get another word out.

In the next moment, the two of you are sharing a look, to which he nods at. You turn away from Tiffany as Jongin stands up from the couch ushering her back out the door. However, before she can leave, she turns to Jongin.

“Do you really think she’ll love you after she finds out the truth? You’re the one that set it all up-“

“Goodbye, Tiffany,” Jongin cuts her off once more, closing the door in her face with a malicious smile on his own.

Turning back to you after locking the door, the two of you ignore her frantic banging on the door to let her back in to explain herself.

Jongin makes sure to walk back over to you, wrapping you in his arms as the first of the tears escape your eyes. He knows you’re feeling betrayed right now, and that it will take time for you to get over cutting Tiffany out of your life, but you made it very clear to them that you can’t handle liars. Or cheaters for that matter, and Tiffany was both.

You fail to miss the smirk that pulls on his features as he lets you cry into his chest. He’ll make sure he’s with you every step of the way to comfort you for the loss of your friend, and soon, you’ll come to realize that he’s the only one you’ll need. The only one you’ll ever need.

Now, he just needs to figure out a way to get Baekhyun out of the picture.

#yandere exo #yandere kpop #yandere jongin #taenibearsnet #yandere au #kpop scenario #Kpop au #kpop #yandere #yandere kai #kai scenario #jongin scenario #collab #exo #exo scenario

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crazynekochan · 6 years ago

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(Fairytale AU: Back Again!)

Kiyotaka is a young squire, aiming to become a knight or high ranking courtier so that he can redeem his family name from the mud hole his grandfather’s foolishness dragged them into after an epic strategical blunder that lost their kingdom the last war. The main problem is that most of the other squires and just most people who live in the castle hate his family and therefore him, so he’s having a rough go at it, but he remains hard-working and optimistic.

One day, reports come in from just south of the capital that bandits are terrorizing the merchants coming to the capital city from Sakura’s kingdom, so the king (don’t know who, maybe Monokuma?) sends off some soldiers to deal with them. Those soldiers later come back, half the number there used to be and the remainder looking and smelling distinctly burnt. Turns out, those bandits were actually a goddAMN DRAGON SHIFTER HORDE, whose looking for a spouse for the second in command and, in the meantime, is stealing all the food, nice stuff, weapons, and armor they can get.

Monokuma, having no idea how the hell he was supposed to deal with this, calls a royal council meeting to brainstorm solutions to a dragon horde. The best idea they came up with was to send an agent to be the second in command’s new spouse, then when the horde leaves the now better stocked army could follow the magic tracking device attached to the agent and kill off the horde. Monokuma signs off on this plan but now there’s a problem: who’s gonna be willing to marry a dragon (turns out, a good few people, but most of those people wouldn’t be willing to let the army try to kill the spouse if they knew about the rest of the plan).

Because not many people are exactly willing to honeypot a dragon, they have to get someone who wouldn’t know all of the details in the plan, but considered expendable enough that their probable death wouldn’t be considered a great loss to political relations. So they picked Kiyotaka (the jerks).

Kiyotaka, who was already looking for a chance to prove himself, took the offer the second it was offered to him. Takaaki, who loves his son and really doesn’t want him to die, tries to convince him not to go through with the plan, since this is still a dragon we’re talking about and the dragon may not like him and try to eat him.

Kiyotaka won’t hear a word of it, so a rather desperate Takaaki goes to the local fairy (let’s say Hiroko) and asks for a way to protect his son. She gives him a dragon-fire resistant cloak for Kiyotaka (in exchange for a favor at a later date), which he gives to Kiyotaka just as he sets out. The father and son share a possible-last hug and Kiyotaka leaves to meet with the dragon horde.

Just before he gets to where the horde is supposed to be set up, Kiyotaka runs into Sakura, who set out to confront the leader herself (they were messing with merchants on both sides of the road). They get to talking and they end up getting along really well and travelling together.

They make it to this old stronghold in the mountains separating Sakura’s and Kiyotaka’s kingdoms, where the dragon horde has made a home. But when they get there, all they see are just a bunch of bandits manning the gates. Kiyotaka, naive Lawful Good that he is, confronts the bandits, politely yet firmly demanding to be let into the stronghold. Sakura, much less naive, is convinced that he’s going to get captured or killed, but somehow the guards think he’s funny instead of annoying and let him and Sakura in (rolled NAT 20 on persuasion here).

Inside, they find the horde (the Crazy Diamonds basically) doing stuff like arm-wrestling, play-fighting, taking inventory of all the stuff they stole, and in the old throne room, Takemichi, Daiya, Chihiro (Mondo’s friend who is visiting at the moment), and Mondo all in the middle of a huge argument.

Mondo is angry that Daiya felt the need to get the whole horde involved when he feels that he can find a mate on his own (he cannot, which Takemichi, Chihiro, and Daiya all say, making Mondo angrier as the argument goes on). Daiya just wants to help his little brother, so he set up this whole opportunity so that Mondo could find someone willing to be his mate (if only to make the horde stop).

Takemichi notices Kiyotaka and Sakura first, yelling at them about how the hell they got in and why they were here. Sakura explains that Kiyotaka asked to be let in and the guards did (Takemichi is already vowing to bash their heads together for that) and that she was there to honorably challenge the leader of the horde to a duel, with the intention of making the horde cease their attacks in the event she won. Kiyotaka explains that he was there to marry the second in command and have the attacks on the merchants cease.

Everyone in the stronghold just goes silent for a few seconds, staring at Kiyotaka, who is mostly just trying not to make incredibly clear that he disapproves of everything that the horde is doing. Then, Daiya starts laughing while Mondo just feels something snap inside him (his already fraying patience).

Mondo gets in Taka’s face, demanding that he proves that he’s ‘a real man’ by a trial by fire, where they both go into a pond which will be heated by dragon fire and test their endurance for a full night. If Kiyotaka won, he would become Mondo’s mate. If Mondo won, Kiyotaka would be burned alive.

Kiyotaka accepts the challenge, despite Chihiro and Sakura thinking that this was a terrible idea and expressing it the entire time from the challenge being declared to when the challenge starts.

The challenge begins and Mondo and Taka actually get to talking, learning that they actually have a lot of their morals aligned and by the time the challenge is over, they’re best friends and mates (no one knows who won and they were not telling). Kiyotaka then sends of a report saying that the horde will no longer attack passing merchants.

After Kiyotaka becomes more established with the horde, the army that everyone forgot was probably going to show up actually shows up and a massive fight starts between the army and the people at the stronghold.

Everybody was fighting, jets of dragon fire flying off in all directions, Sakura is holding off 20 men at once, Chihiro and Takemichi rallying defenses so that the initial force can’t get reinforcements inside, and Daiya, Mondo, and Kiyotaka are battling their way through their forces to reach their commander (don’t know, your choice here).

Then, the commander uses some magic and fires off a spell at Kiyotaka, but rebounds against the cloak (if it resists dragon fire, it will resist everything) and strikes Mondo in the heart, causing him to collapse to the ground. And Kiyotaka just goes ballistic, destroying any soldier that wasn’t smart enough to run when they saw Mondo collapse in the first place.

After the soldiers are either gone or dead, Taka rushes to where Mondo is lying with Daiya. Turns out, Mondo is alive, just knocked unconscious by the curse that the (now very much dead) commander fired off.

They took some prisoners, who they interrogate about the invasion despite Taka’s message. Turns out, Monokuma read the message and decided to try to take Taka hostage to force Mondo into serving him (not many people understand dragon shifter dynamics, but when a horde is formed, it is very hard to break apart and trying to hurt one member of the horde is pretty much declaring war on the entire horde).

So, now the entire horde has a vendetta against the king and they decide to go fuck shit up. They burst into the throne room, everyone that’s uninjured in full bigass dragon form and everyone else with very angry looks on their faces. And with at least 20 dragons behind him, Taka gently persuades Monokuma to give up the throne, as it is quite clear that anyone dumb enough to send an single army against multiple dragons cannot be trusted to run an entire country.

Kiyotaka then ascends the throne (he actually didn’t want to but everyone insisted that he would be good at it and everyone else in Monokuma’s royal line was either a child (Monokubs and Monaca) or absolutely terrible (Junko) or would rather actually die (Mukuro)) and rules the kingdom fairly and justly with Mondo by his side for years to come.

(Chihiro went back to Kazuichi’s country because he wanted to check up on him after his father, the king, issued a proclamation of the marriage tournament. Sakura went back to her own country, still on great terms with Kiyotaka and Mondo.)

(A/N: This one took FOREVER. I’m glad I got a story that I can call decent, though. Please give some feedback!)

(Mod: This sounds so epic with the battle between the kingdom and the dragons that is lead by Kiyotaka. Also love how the scorned grandson ends up as the new ruler in the end

The way you brought in his canon background is well thought through and very fitting for this setting, so kudos to that my dead

Lastly I enjoyed how you managed to put it into the story, especially before everything else happens, without disturbing anything that is already established)

#submission #danganronpa #ishimondo #prompt #fairytale au #friendlylifecherry

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fourteenacross · 7 years ago

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2017 Fic Year in Review

2017 in fic! I still have to get used to this looking so different to how it looked from like, 2007 to 2015. I also did a lot of like...weird not!quite!fic things? Which I’m counting in my word count, just because I did put thought into them? But I’m not sure if I should? I don’t know. Anyway, I’ve had two glasses of champagne and a glass of red wine, so WHATEVER. Hamilton: Ghosthunters full-length fic Birthday Shots (2069) Commercialism, Merit Badges, and Liquid Courage (8179) Communicable (24382) Well Deserved Recognition (3738) Truth or Dare, Jungle Juice, and a Linen Closet (8532) Q&A Saturday - June 6, 2015 (1120) everyone must breathe until their dying breath (116,690*)

Ghosthunters ficlets: Mattie and Alex texting (1708) John and Francis at boarding school (794) Washington after the air grows cold around me and you (423) August 14 (573) Molly and the haunted chair (1159) Laf's sad Christmas (1656) John on the phone with his dad (1543) John's PoV on Alex's birthday body shots (1606) Alex and John's tattoo (2326) John at the beginning of but i won't go far away (1032) John draws Alex (1888) John is reckless (2036) John explains his tattoo (1307) John and Alex eat poptarts in bed (1924) Jo and Mattie, Jo realizes she's in love (715) John's birthday and turtles (1275)

Ghosthunters apocrypha: John's in the hospital (840) The Schuyler-Hamilton-Laurenses get a dog (332) July 12 (1634) August 27 (1535) November 24 (4020)

Three sentence ficlets: Herc and breakfast (129) Angelica leaving for London (canon fic) (133) John falling in love (102) Alex and art (119) Ghosthunters + tetanus shots (161) Eliza, first day of summer (113) Laf meeting George and Martha for the first time (180) John, first kiss with a boy (165) Burr, drunk and alone (172) John and Francis, getting together (164)

Ghosthunters Not!Fic: John and Mattie, fake dating (2563)

Non-Ghosthunters Hamilton fic: John and Alex share a bed on a roadtrip (2396) Supplemental not!fic to the above (2497) Alex and John on the dance floor with a surprise slow song (2038) Alex and John, almost drowning (3076) Supplement to the above (2335)

Not!Fic: John and his ghost boyfriend (4555) John and Alex, "summer in the city" roommates for a summer internship AU (1491) John and Alex, "may we meet again" teen besties meet again as adults and fall in love AU (2347) Hamilton noir AU, "we get the job done" (1522) Alex and John, "the world turned upside down" BFFs -> lovers AU (6161) Fem4Ham, "helpless" soulmate AU (6613)

Gravity Falls: Mabel, first crush on a girl (118)

Great Comet Not!Fic: Sonya, No One is Alone (756)

MCU: Sam and Steve and trick-or-treaters (467)

Grand Total Fandoms: 4 Total Full Length Fic: 7 Total Ficlets: 46 Grand Total Stories: 53 Grand Total Word Count: 235,409*

* I'm including all the words of the ghosthunters summer story that I’ve written so far, even the ones that haven’t been posted.

Overall Thoughts: Man, this list looks so long, but it’s still so far off the mark that I had intended to hit.

This was a hard year, creatively. It was for everyone, I think, but after having a really great upswing in 2016 when my meds had leveled out, it felt particularly dire to me, even though I knew I wasn’t alone. It’s hard to absorb that sometimes, you know?

I’m disappointed I didn’t finish this summer story before the end of the year. I was making very good time this summer and cranked out like 60k words on a really good schedule. I took a break for DragonCon and the associated scrambling and packing, and then never got back on the horse. It’s one of those things where I can’t tell if it was self-discipline or brain stuff or exhaustion, but I’m mad at myself all the same, cause I’m like that. I’ve still got another 30k to write and I’m going to try to get back on a schedule and stick to it to push out these last couple scenes, but I still keep kicking myself about the whole thing.

A lot of it comes back to something I was talking about in last year’s round up, which is not having, essentially, @pearlo in this fandom. I spent like, five years sending Erica a constant stream of fic ideas and dialogue snippets and talking out every fic idea and texting her in the middle of the night with AUs and all sorts of other shit and it’s a hard transition to not having that built in. It was how I worked out a lot of issues and also expressed a lot of joy. It feels a little like screaming into a void on here, at times, and while you’re all lovely and I appreciate all your encouragement and feedback, talking about your own work all the time occasionally makes one feel like an egomaniac. So...that’s a thing.

On to more positive things! I really liked doing those sort of not!fic things--it got some of my creative juices flowing when I was blocked on ghosthunters and scratched the itch of starting a zillion stories that I had great ideas for but no time to actually follow to the finish line. Doing ficlet memes and stuff, too, felt really good, taking requests and such. Holding in-person writing dates was super helpful, and having @lisapizza around to occasionally badger into hanging out with me so I could talk about this shit.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? I definitely expected to finish more, but numberwise and contentwise. I probably shouldn’t be surprised that I got much less done than I intended, given how weird the whole year has been, but I’m still kind of bummed. What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? Hmmmmm....I don’t know that there’s anything that I wouldn’t have predicted? Everything is pretty on par with what I’ve been doing for the past couple years? What's your own favorite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest? I loved a lot of the stories I wrote this year, because I'm super obsessed with myself. [[< -- I think I've kept that sentence in for the past few years because it remains true]] It’s hard to name anything other than everyone must breathe until their dying breath. I’ve been working on it for two years, on and off, and it was one of the first bits of character building I did as I started to create the verse. There are a lot of wonderful little character moments in it and a lot of parts I really just genuinely enjoyed writing.

Communicable was also something I was working on for a while, and there are so many lovely quiet moments. @the-everqueen actually pulled out my favorite bit of that story for commentary--that whole night they spend together at the Washingtons’ and John’s conversation with Martha the next morning were a joy to write.

Outside of the ghosthunters, the #fem4ham soulmate AU has eaten my brain and soul, and the ficlet about John and Alex sharing a bed really made me wish I had a million extra hours in the day to write about that universe’s John and his struggles. Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? Not any huge ones? I think my biggest “risk” is the same mistake I make over and over again--feeling pressured to give people an ETA on the next story and then....totally missing that deadline. I’ve gotta stop doing that, for serious. My best story of this year: Definitely everyone must breathe until their dying breath. There are a LOT of moving parts on that thing that are still only slowly unfurling. I wish I had finished the whole thing in 2017 /o\ My most popular story of this year: Okay, see, chaptered stories totally throw off AO3 stats. Hit counts, kudos count, comment count...all of that is inflated by repeatedly pushing those fics to the top of the tags and having people come back for each chapter and all of that. Also, timing? The stuff that was up in January obviously has more hits than the stuff that only just came up in December.

That being said, I think everyone must breathe is probably my most popular fic, but who really knows? Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: I wouldn’t say any of the full-length fics are under-appreciated, but I’m so obsessed with the #fem4ham that I sometimes forget that it has less than thirty notes and no one but @lisapizza (and @charmingpplincardigans, based on her comments today at brunch) really cared about it when I posted it XD

Most fun story to write: I wrote Birthday Shots in one sitting and it was the kind of doofy, dialogue-based stuff that’s always pretty fun to play around with. I also liked the ghosthunters apocrypha with John being loopy on anesthesia, which I wrote entirely on the plane to Heroes. John’s ghost boyfriend not!fic was also the first of those that I did and it was pretty fun! Story with the single sexiest moment: Deffo the sex in the woods in VII of everyone must breathe until their dying breath. Story with the single sweetest moment: Hm. There’s a lot of sweet, that’s kind of my whole deal. I think maybe the first house-sitting scene or the train ride after seeing Ned in everyone must breathe until their dying breath. Most "Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story: Nothing really. Nothing cracky for me this year. Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: The sharing a bed story and its backstory supplement were probably the things that had characterizations most different from the ghosthunters. It was a very different world to pick apart as I was thinking those through. Hardest story to write: Seeing as how I’m STILL WRITING everyone must breathe until their dying breath it is DEFINITELY THAT ONE Biggest Disappointment: Just that I didn't finish more, I think. Biggest Surprise: That dumb bedsharing ficlet has over a hundred notes on tumblr. What the hell. I mean, I’m glad, but also surprised! Otherwise, I’m honestly just surprised you guys have stuck with me this long and been so incredibly patient 💜 Most Unintentionally Telling Story: Everything with Molly in everyone must breathe until their dying breath, for reasons that I’m foolishly hoping end up being moot, but realistically suspect are not going to come to fruition. Plans for the next year: Goals for 2018! 300,000 words! Getting through two more anchor stories! Writing a non-ghosthunters Ham!fic! Work on my dumb novel! Maybe try some nonfiction stuff! I don’t know, just try to be more flexible and kinder to myself, but also get things done? God, who knows, the world is on fire.

#2017 #writing is hard #stuff about me

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Dazed

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Dazed

I love you like I've never, ever loved somebody so don't tell me that it's not enough when the taste of your lips is still fresh.

Betty found herself physically unable to stay within the confines of her room with merely her patience to keep her company. She didn't have enough self-control for that, not when she could only steer her actions at this particular moment. And even those were slipping through her hands like grains of sand through an hourglass. There were only so many places she could go. Her need for control was partnered with her fear of Jughead being incapable of reaching out to her first, especially considering that they had never been this close before. Simultaneously, they couldn't be further apart. They were at opposite ends of the same room, within touching distance but still beyond her reach.

She wanted to show him that she wasn't letting him push her away and that she would be there for him. It was her turn to prove to him that she needed him. It was the only thing she could do to placate the guilt. She should've just been forthright and informed him of her mother's proposal to her, Archie and Veronica's intent as well as the suspicions she had of her own. It would have been okay. They would have been okay. Now the waters were murkier and the fear of possibly losing him over something like this was threatening to pull her under, her breaths coming more painfully at the sheer thought of it.

The police tape was already ripped through when she got to the trailer and the key precisely where Archie had mentioned it to be. Betty entered with a soft knock on the door, not wanting to startle him. The place she walked into was in complete disarray, papers wiped carelessly onto the floor, the table flipped onto its side and pillows strewn everywhere but where they were supposed to be. It was a mess and amongst the rubble sat Jughead, back against the wall and facing the door just in case his father would abruptly storm in and tell him that it had all been a mistake, a case of poor judgment.

She looked out of place in her sparkling dress and formal heels standing amid the wreckage, like Dorothy in the middle of the tornado. She closed the door quickly as if she could hide all of this from the world, pretend it didn't happen if she only shut out reality fast enough. One hand was clasped over her mouth as she scanned the home. Her eyes finally landed on Jughead as she took inventory of him, the suit jacket that was missing, the undone buttons at the top of his shirt, the eschew beanie and most notably the redness and puffiness that marked his eyes.

"You would think he was a wanted terrorist," was the first heavily barbed comment he directed at her, not acknowledging her presence any further than that.

Betty shook her head in disbelief, a faint look of disgust present once she dropped her hand. "I can't believe Sheriff Keller ripped this place apart. It seems so unnecessary."

Jughead scoffed at her remark. "Not when it comes to F.P. apparently. He is, after all, a frequent offender." His observation was meant to be a callous one, but she caught the sudden sheen that came to his eyes.

He blinked them away almost angrily as Betty took the final few strides over to him, gingerly and somewhat unsurely lowering herself down onto her knees in front of him. If he hadn't been so upset he would have been able to appreciate the imagery it provided, the sight of her clad in nothing but shimmer before the twilight that circumscribed him.

"Juggy," Betty said his name as if was something fragile that was close to breaking, teetering on the edge.

"Don't you dare ask me how I'm doing," he lashed out acutely, his gaze cutting as it swept upwards. "Not after my best friend went behind my back to look for evidence against my dad who was then arrested without anyone so much as giving him the benefit of the fucking doubt." He inwardly cringed at the profanity that he always thought of as being indicative of the bad parts throughout his life, black and white snapshots with grainy images that would ultimately be considered not quite right to be put on display in the family photo album. "And not after it was brought to light that my girlfriend, the person I am closest to, had at least an inkling of all of this and decided not to share any of it with me."

He practically pushed the words through his teeth at her, each accusation a blow that made Betty feel even worse than she already did. She didn't vocalize any of her emotions because she recognized that this wasn't about her, even though her eyes were truly the windows into her inner workings. He saw clearly what his words were doing to her, felt it as her pain resonated within himself. It was hurting him to hurt her.

"I'm so sorry," Betty tried again. "I can't—"

"Stop, Betty." He didn't want to hear her apologize again. It would cause for most of his anger at her to evaporate because the rational part of him knew that she had never intended for one omission to spiral so out of control. It had been out of her hands and instead put in the relentless ones of Veronica and the good-willed ones of Archie.

A nod of her head was her only reply as she pressed her lips together and her eyes focused on a spot on the floor. He saw her hands curl into themselves, a reaction that had somehow gotten ingrained. Before her nails could dig in Jughead threw her a lifeline. "Tell me what's happening?"

Her hands uncurled and instead her fingers found the hemline of her skirt, which was now dramatically sprawled out around her. "They took your dad down to the station for questioning. Mr. and Mrs. Andrews followed him there," she quickly reassured him. "Evidently, Mrs. Andrews has a lawyer on speed dial in case F.P. needs it."

Betty rattled off all the facts she had managed to gather and Jughead found some relief in the fact that his father hadn't gone down there alone. He dragged a hand over his tired features. "It's this town. Inherently suspicious of everything and everyone that doesn't fit in between its gilded frame." He tugged roughly at his beanie in an attempt to straighten it. "Little does everyone know that it's just a veneer." He spoke almost melodically, spinning an image with his words that she could easily picture. She liked hearing him speak; it was then undeniably clear that his knack for writing was a natural one.

"I know what Archie and Veronica did is inexcusable and maybe even unforgivable," she started, clutching the fabric of her dress so tightly that it made a rustling sound. "But when they searched the place, they didn't find anything, Jug. There was no gun," she clarified for him. "So, isn't it odd that when the sheriff's department ransacks the place that they do find one?"

Betty saw his face scrunch up in concentration as he let the full weight of her words sink in. "It depends on how thorough they were, really," he answered her rhetorical question after a beat or two. He said the words calmly, detaching himself from the situation momentarily as he took on the role of investigator.

"Comprehensively," she answered confidently and hopefully. "Veronica might have initially gone there for herself, but Archie was there so he could make sure that if there was something to find he could prepare and soften the blow for—"

"Such a pal that Archie, isn't he," Jughead stopped her. "All done out of the purity and benevolence of his heart and loyalty to his supposed best friend."

"I ran into them when I was looking for you, at Pop's," Betty added. "They were going down to the station as well to come clean about what they did and subsequently didn't find. They can't keep your father there if Archie and Veronica's story contradicts their assumption, I don't think."

"It's the least they can do."

"I told them the same thing." Betty cautiously rested her gaze on him. "I know you're hurt. By all of us, by me. But I was genuine when I told you that I didn't know what Archie and Veronica were planning. They didn't include me, not after my mom not so subtly urged me and Veronica to help her and I told the both of them that I had already asked you whether you believed your dad was innocent and that I trusted you. I said no. The dinner was just a suspicion I had."

"You should've still told me," Jughead responded, even though the conviction was lackluster.

Betty shrugged up her shoulder. "You were so excited. You saw the dinner as something good. Your dad perceived the invitation as something genuine. I thought that maybe I was just being jaded by my mom's past actions. I wanted to be hopeful as well." An unladylike snort followed her last sentence, eyes flicking up towards the ceiling as she rolled them. "But I should have known better."

"We are better than our parents, Betty," he was quick to remind her, most of his animosity no longer aimed at her.

"Am I?"

"Yes," he decided for her. "I might be mad at you for not articulating your skepticism, but you were on my side, despite your mother's poor request and our friends' misgivings."

Betty finally let go of her skirt and instead placed her hands on the knees of the boy before her. "I am profoundly sorry, Juggy."

He nodded, watching as she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and averted her eyes. "Just spit it out, Betts."

"At school, in the hall, you mentioned something about giving up the opportunity to move to Toledo… " she trailed off so he could fill in the blanks.

"My dad brought it up when he dropped us off. He's been trying and I offered to move back home. He came with the idea of getting everyone back together and moving to Toledo to reunite with my mom and Jellybean."

Betty put on a smile of encouragement, choosing to efface any personal feelings she had on the matter. "That's what you've wanted for a long time, isn't it?"

Jughead nodded, keeping his eyes on her hands as they applied light pressure to his knees. "It would mean though that I wouldn't see Archie anymore, not on a daily basis at least. I mean, don't get me wrong, being roommates with him leaves much to be desired…" He didn't finish his thought, focusing instead on the most important one as he leveled his eyes with hers. "It would also mean that I wouldn't see you anymore, every day."

Thinking that he was saying it for her benefit, Betty jumped in swiftly. "But we could call, text, visit."

Jughead shook his head with a slight huff of frustration at her self-effacement. "I would miss you too much. It would be insufferable, unbearable, just the thought," he expressed while placing his hands over hers.

"I don't want you to give up on a chance like that for me," Betty instructed him in the sternest voice she could muster because just the thought of not having him here was earthshattering as well as heart-shattering. "Because as much as I love you, Jughead, I'm not worth it." She realized her slip-up too late, the words already out. All she could do was recover with any leftover grace she managed to pull together. She freed her hands from underneath his, not looking at him as she was planning her escape. "Promise me you'll really think about it, taking into an account that I'm a non-factor, alright"

She scrambled upwards, her flaming cheeks the only remaining testimony of her profession. Jughead had registered the words she had said, the strong emotion she had confessed to, but he was currently paralyzed, unable to speak or move. The remainder of his anger dissipated and the feeling of warmth and affection intensified as they were brought to the forefront. They coursed through him, spreading through his body until it almost crushed him. There was nowhere left to expand to. Not from his spot on the floor.

"Here's the plan," Betty seized the opportunity, taking advantage of Jughead's atypical passiveness. "I told Archie to keep me updated." She placed her phone demonstratively on the countertop. "Until then, let's get this place cleaned up for when your dad gets back."

It was her zeal that made him stir from his daze. A faint smile appeared on his face as he remembered something that his mother always used to tell him. Something about how when you're in a relationship with someone, friendly or otherwise it's because you've accepted that the good parts of that person mean more to you than the bad parts. Everyone has both anyway.

He took her in as she kicked off her shoes and twirled her hair up into a messy bun of sorts. The moves were forcibly controlled and she only turned to look back at him when his silence had gone on for too long. "Unless you want to sleep or don't want me here right now?"

Before the doubt could eclipse the blue of her eyes like clouds appearing in a stark blue sky, he was on his feet. Spurred on by all that he was feeling and needed to express in one of the two ways he knew how to, he was in front of her within seconds. His hands landed on the countertop on either side of her, bracketing her in. It was a daring move, perhaps a bit too carnal and sudden than he had intended so he relented a little by wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him.

"I think I love you too," he admitted impulsively. "I don't have much to compare it to, of course, but it feels like what I picture love to be. This weightlessness and lightheadedness th—"

Betty swept up by him and the sentiment and tenderness of it all blindly swung her arms around his neck and kissed him. He deepened the kiss instantly, pushing her back gently against the counter although she barely noticed.

"All's well that ends well," he quipped, a little more smug than was necessary, while she gasped for breath. She could only nod, now the one who was left in a frozen state. "And I'm not leaving," he committed openly to her. "Not to Toledo or anywhere."

She struggled to find the right words, debating whether she should try to dissuade him from the decision once more. "I'll tell you everything from now on," were the words she settled on instead, making him a promise of her own. "Perhaps even to the point of over-sharing."

"That's a risk I'll gladly take," he responded in a serious tone. His hands were still on her, one cupping her face as he placed an affectionate kiss on her forehead. "And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long," he murmured against her skin.

"Sylvia Plath," Betty guessed, an automatic response as it was one of the games they sometimes played while in The Blue and Gold office, just the two of them.

It was a somewhat morbid and dark choice, wholly characteristic of him. Still, in the moment it was one of the most romantic things she had ever heard. The emotion was deeply embedded in the words and the effect was immediate as she felt herself swoon.

Jughead felt her knees buckle ever so slightly and he made sure he let her go little by little, not wanting to admit that he was feeling a little unsteady himself.

To blame were the weightlessness and lightheadedness that he had been aptly referring to.

#Bughead #riverdale #betty/jughead #betty x jughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #fanfiction

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Let The Walls Break Down | 3

CHAPTER III: Restart | crossposted on ao3 Summary: I look at you, and I'm so fucked up, because I know it's love. A/N: hello, cutie pies~ so this one has taken a while, and i'm rly sorry for those who were waiting, it's just that... things in my life are rly crazy right now, so i can't find the inspiration to write :/ applying to an university can be rly hard i hate growing up :( anywayyy, this one is just rly fluffy and cute – unfortunately for the pain lovers hahahah – but i rly hope everyone enjoys it bc let's be honest, we all need a little of lovey dovey in our life, right? for everyone who is keeping up with me, leaving kudos and commenting on the chapters, i'm rly so so thankful and i truly love you for that, i hope i don't let you down and that you enjoy <3 i have to apologize in advance because this one is shorter than the others, but!!! i have a good reason: i just couldnt bring myself to mix all this cuteness with the sexual tension that's yet to come akhsdkhf i'm sorry but i hope you don't give up on me for that lmao okay, i'll stop talking, thank you again, and as always feedback is much appreciated <3 p.s: i forgot to say before but this whole thing is developing before inu era, in the beginning of 2015, just to make things clearer Length: 5,4k words

The apartment was freezing. Violent gusts of a cold wind were entering the room through the open windows, startling Taehyung. He woke up alarmed and hurried to close them, feeling all of his body hairs bristling. His bare feet touching the gelid ground, caused shivers through his entire body. He rubbed his swollen eyes trying to understand what had happened, still in a small sleepy trance. As his thoughts settled, Taehyung's eyes landed on Jimin's bed. Oh... He's back... After a long yawn, he found his way back to his bed in the darkness and checked the time on his phone. 2:48 A.M. A weary sigh escaped his lips as he remembered he had to be up by five. Taehyung snuggled himself between his blankets again, when something on Jimin's bed caught his attention. Jiminie, you're not that big... Wait... What– Aish, seriously? A smile formed on his lips. He turned around to the wall side and fell asleep thinking of ways to mock his two best friends – sleeping in the bed by the side of his own – on the next day.

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Jimin felt a familiar, yet, strange warmth next to him. He was sleeping alone for the past month, so the sensation of another body glued to his caused him a slight surprise. Tae tae? But those arms around his waist did not belong to Taehyung. Jimin's breath slowly got caught up in his throat, while he brushed his fingers through the arm's veins of the person hugging his waist and assimilated who they belonged to. He took the tender touch down to Jungkook's fingers and delicately held his hand. Jimin closed his eyes remembering all the moments from last night and allowed himself to sigh relieved. It wasn't like all of his problems had suddenly disappeared, but the constant weight tiring his shoulders �� which followed him day and night in the last month – wasn't there anymore. Jungkook's breath was rhythmically tickling his neck, making him feel butterflies on his belly. Jimin pretended not to notice. He didn't want to fall in that trap again. The room was dark and cold, thanks to the sun's absence outside. In the most delicate way Jimin managed, he got rid of Jungkook's hug and got out of bed, being successful at the attempt of not waking him up. For a moment, he lost himself observing the younger boy calmly breath, his face tender and in peace. Jimin smiled. His eyes traveled through the traces of Jungkook's face – much more mature than the first time Jimin saw him –, and he felt something awkward on his chest. Jungkook was growing up fast. His childish characteristics were slowly disappearing and being replaced by puberty. Jimin didn't know how that made him feel. He was pride of being able to witness his beloved doengsang getting mature, but he was also emotional by thinking that Jungkook wasn't going to be Bangtan's baby anymore. He wasn't going to be anyone's baby anymore. Not even his. He was slowly becoming an adult. Aish, what am I? A mother? Jimin got rid of his reveries at the same time a high and irritating noise filled the whole place. He followed the sound till Taehyung's bed and turned off the screaming alarm on his phone. It was five in the morning. Jimin streched his spine thinking about their schedule for that day. Two interviews, one photoshoot and the recording of some parts of their new MV. "Jiminie?" Taehyung's muffled voice reached his ears, "What time is it?" He had his face buried in a pillow. Jimin almost laughed. Instead, he crouched down by his best friend's side and slighly messed his hair, answering in a low tone to not wake the others, "Time to get up, you lazy ass." Taehyung lifted his head up just enough for only his swollen eyes to be seen. "Just more five minutes?", his voice was deep and rough, but yet, he still managed to sound like a five year old boy. Jimin caressed his hair before getting up while saying "fine, fine" in a false defeated tone. He left the bedroom looking for his own phone – which was found resting on the kitchen's balcony. Yoongi was sitting in one of the chairs with a mug and a plate full of toasts covered in jelly. "Good morning, hyung." Jimin greeted him, heading to the fridge's direction. "Hey." he heard Yoongi saying, while he looked for the milk, "What time did you come back yesterday? We went to sleep and you two hadn't arrived yet." Jimin was thinking of an answer, when Yoongi added laughing: "What type of running did you two go for?" Jimin blushed. "We got lost by the way." he lied. Kind of. Yoongi took the chance for a – shitty – metaphor. "I hope you've found it again." Jimin laughed softly. "What is this? Namjoon-hyung is namjoonizing you, be careful." Yoongi looked pretty damn offended and pretended to feel chills. "If I wasn't clear enough, I was being sarcastic, okay?" he tried to sound indifferent, but a smile resided on his lips, "You look better." "Huh?" Jimin finished filling his bowl with milk and went to the balcony, sitting in front of Yoongi, "You think?" "Yeah." he bit his toast and chewed it in silence observing Jimin eat his chocolate cereal. Jimin was about to ask him to stop looking at him in that embarrassing way, when the whole apartment heard Hoseok's voice giving good morning to... Well, everyone. Just to make it clear: At once. "Good morning, sunshines!!!!" he screamed from his bedroom and Jimin felt thankful he wasn't there anymore. A minute later, he came out carrying both Jungkook and Taehyung out with a huge and bright smile on his face. How could someone be like that at five in the morning? Jung Hoseok wasn't a normal human being, Jimin had just declared official. It wasn't possible to say the same about the other two, that looked more like two walking zombies than actual sleepy human beings. Jimin's heart skipped a bit by glancing Jungkook awake. He stuffed more cereal in his mouth and looked away, even though the younger was walking with closed eyes. "Are they sleeping for real? You're really the worst... With this innocent smile... Waking them up in the worst possible way... Tsc, tsc." Yoongi pretented to scold Hoseok, that seemed truly offended. "What are you saying? I woke them up with lots and lots of love and that's why they're here. Right, boys?" "I asked you five more minutes, hyung." Taehyung whined by his side. Well, in Hoseok's defense, the other five minutes he asked Jimin had already passed. "But you jumped on me, like this,” he exemplified throwing all of his weight on Hoseok, "without even listening to me... You're heavy... I'm sleepy..." he continued to complain, now with his eyes closed and walking till the sofa. Jimin chuckled. There he goes again... Taehyung snuggled up on the couch, ready to sleep again. Jungkook, on the other hand, seemed to be really sleeping standing. Jimin gathered enough courage to look at him, but the boy's head was hanging to his chest and for a moment he looked to get unbalanced, which startled him and made his eyes go wide. Jimin searched for more cereal to fill his mouth, wanting a subject of distraction, but the bowl was empty. He sighed, not knowing what to do. Jungkook sat by his side a moment later, making his whole body freeze. How should I act? How does he expect me to act? What do I do, what do I do? "Morn–" He started shyly, but Jungkook was fast in dropping his asleep head on the table. He was snoring.

••••

Okay, so maybe things were a bit awkward. They were back talking and Jungkook was even giving a try at light teasing Jimin with subtle jokes and touchs, but things were a little different when they were left all alone. At the first time, Jimin thought they were only tired – so that was the reason for the uncomfortable silence – and that he was the only one feeling odd in that atmosphere. But then, at the second time, Jimin tried to initiate a conversation. An easy conversation, such as “hey, have you got your makeup done?”, but Jungkook weirdly answered a “mhmm, da... yes?” and ran out of the room at the very same second. So no, he was not the only one feeling odd. And he soon found out the reason why: the two of them were shamelessly pretending nothing happened at all. All the drama of the other night, the tears shed, the muffled apologies between the hugs and the actual backhug to sleep? Nah. They were totally ignoring the whole reason of why they were back talking again and they were simply talking again. And here it was why it was odd: all of this, should have led to getting the both of them closer (what the actual fuck, Jungkook said I love you to Jimin out loud), but thanks to their dumbness, they were acting all shy and embarrassed, which was getting Jimin frustrated. For real, they didn’t go through all that shitty moments to end up here blushing and running away from each other. “Jungkook is not talking with me.” he pouted. “Hah? What do you mean? I saw you two sleeping together last night!” Taehyung said, surprising Jimin. “We didn’t– Okay, maybe we... Anyway, yes, we're talking again, but... It's weird. It feels weird, I don’t know.” “Are you asking me for advice? I don’t even know why the two of you fought before.” Jimin sighed. “It was stupid. We're stupid. It wasn’t like...” he didn’t know how to put it into words – and to be honest, he didn’t even want to, because somehow, it still hurt a little, “We both had our fair share of fault, I think, so... It wasn’t like he hurt me on purpose or anything...” Taehyung looked at him dumbfounded. “What? Are you telling me he wasn’t the dickhead and you weren't the victim?! But how so, if you were crying your heart out that night in the hotel?!” Jimin shuffled uncomfortably on his seat. “Well... Aish, why is this important, really? I don’t wanna talk about it...” he scratched the back of his head to have another thing to worry about “And that wasn’t even the reason why I came here, to begin wi–” “It is important because if he wasn’t the dick and neither were you, then I was!” Jimin gave him a confused look. “What are you talking about?” “Aish...” Taehyung held his head on his hands “Sorry Chim, but I need to apologize to Jungkookie.” and just like this, he ran away, leaving Jimin alone and clueless. “Hey! Taehyung!” he called for him, but the boy just waved at him like “talk to you later”. Jimin snorted irritated. He wanted help and Taehyung gave him shit. “What's up? Tae abandoned you?” Jin appeared by his side with his necktie in hand. “Kind of...” Jimin looked up at his hyung and smiled at the sight of the boy struggling to get his tie right, “Need help, hyung?” “Maybe.” Jin sat next to him and let Jimin finish the job of tying the thing for him. “Mhmm... Hyung?” Jin didn’t answer but he looked Jimin in the eyes to show him he was listening, “Can I ask you something?” Jimin carefully passed the tip of the tie through the hole he created while talking. “Of course.” the older boy gave Jimin his best attentive eyes, because Jimin seemed to be choosing his words carefully, so Jin deduced it was an important thing. “If you... Had a fight with someone...” he successfully finished tying the necktie and let his hands fell between them with a little sigh, “And, like– This has nothing to do with me, okay? It's just that a friend asked me for advice and I have no idea what to say... Anyway... You had a fight, but everything is fine now, because everyone apologized, okay? Okay... But what should I– my friend do if even after everyone apologized, things are still awkward between the... people who fought? “Mhmm...” Jin looked up to represent him thinking “Are you asking me how to break the ice?” “No! I mean, yes, but... Not like that...” Jimin pouted at his failure of expressing the situation he was currently in. It was frustrating. “Regardless of the situation, you can always use this, it's 100% effective!” Jin cleaned his throat with a cough, “What did the ocean say to the shore?” “Oh no, hyung, not the dad jokes…” Jimin helplessly covered his face with his hands, showing all the love he had for his hyung's jokes. But Jin didn’t say a thing, so he knew it was useless to fight, “...what?” “Nothing. It just waved.” he answered already laughing that squeaky and loud laugh of his mid-way the joke. Jimin tried forcing his own laugh it in, but he couldn't make it. The laugh came out against his will and he whined out of frustration. I need more useful members. “Hyung...” “No, wait, wait! There's another! Oh, this one is pretty good, you're gonna love it.” Jin did The Dad Pose with his forearm resting on his thigh and gave him an expectant look, “What do you call a group of killer whales playing instruments?” Jimin was in silence, mortifiedly looking at him, but already fighting a smile, “An Orca-stra.” Jimin cracked. “Okay, no, I'm leaving.” he got up from his chair, “Hyung... Laughing at your jokes hurts my pride.”

••••

The group had just finished the second interview, when they were rushed to the place where the mv would be recorded. Jimin wanted some time alone with Jungkook – even though it was useless, since he still didn’t know what to do to make things less awkward –, but they were only seeming to get more and more apart. The photoshoot had been the first thing to get done in the morning, so that recording was their last responsibility of the day – kind of – and Jimin couldn’t wait for it to get finished. They weren't going to shoot everything at once, anyway, so hopefully it wouldn't take too long. When it finally ended – the sky already dark blue –, he almost thanked the heavens. He was tired, yes, but now that they had nothing more to do – apart from practice, of course –, he was free to try solving things out with Jungkook. Damn, he wanted things to get back normal again, okay? When they arrived at the studio, everyone headed at once to the showers to take a good bath after the long day, but there were only five of them, so Jimin and Jungkook were left waiting. “I'm older!” Jimin had said to the two months younger boy. “I know, Jiminie, but… Please…” Taehyung gave him the puppy eyes. Dirty. He knew Jimin was weak for the puppy eyes. “Fine.” he let out rolling his eyes in a pseudo irritation. And that was it. To be very honest, he only gave in, because he realized that was the chance he needed to be alone with Jungkook a little. In fact, in that moment, he was alone with Jungkook. Each one in a corner of the room looking at their phone's screen in a complete silence. “Hey… Jungkook…” Jimin tried, not taking his eyes off his phone. “Yes, hyung?” Jungkook quickly looked up at him. Jimin closed his eyes wanting to punch himself. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to do that. “So… You know…” Jimin looked at him, ignoring the flush on his cheeks, “What did the ocean say to the killer whales? Wait, what. No! Shit.” Jimin looked away, “How do you call an ocean waving to the shore? No! Fuck! That's not it, wait.” Now the will of punching himself in the face was the minor of all his personal issues if compared to his will to bury himself in the fucking earth's core. He couldn’t believe he appealed to a goddamn dad joke and completely messed it up. Who does that? But Jungkook was laughing. Really laughing. With his eyes disappearing and crinkling in the corner while his body curved forward. Jimin was in a trance for a moment, just appreciating the sound coming out of the younger's mouth and watching his nose scrunch in that adorable way only Jungkook could do. “Hyung..." the maknae looked at him with eyes sparkling and that beautiful bunny smile, making Jimin blush, "Are you really dad joking me?” Jimin couldn’t be more offended. “What? Well, yes, but–“ “Why are you so offended if it's true?!” that only made Jungkook laugh more and well, fuck, Jimin was laughing too, because yeah, it was kinda funny. “I can’t believe you actually managed to mess up a dad joke, hyung, this is iconic.” Jungkook looked at him with those warm eyes embellishing his face and Jimin almost melted. “Hey, how do you call the ocean waving to the shore?” he imitated Jimin's voice in a lame tone, which made both of them fall in an even louder laughing. “Shut up! I totally don't sound like this!” “Shut up! I totally don’t sound like this!” Jungkook did it again in a further lame way and now Jimin was almost falling from his chair, the laugh completely taking over his body and making his tummy ache. “You're stupid.” Jimin told him while trying to catch his breath. “But you're smiling.” Jungkook pointed out with a light red hue painting his ears and cheeks. Jimin rolled his eyes still with that ridiculous smile on his face. “Yeah…”

••••

Jungkook once watched an anime that talked about equivalent exchange – and even though it was an alchemy's fiction and such, Jungkook totally believed in its concept. So much he brought it to his reality. The most famous quote of the animation was something among the lines of “you can't win anything without losing something first”. You know, this here it's a paraphrase, but the idea still lives on it. Jungkook believed that in order to have good moments, the sad moments needed to come first. He didn’t know if he was right, but that was how things always worked for him in his life, so maybe he kinda was. One example was what it was happening with Jimin. They fought, got hurt, stopped talking for a pretty long time and yes, it had been terrible, but now, they were closer than ever. Jimin was resting his head on Jungkook’s chest, while watching a cheesy drama. Jungkook could feel his hot breath on his skin through the fabric of his tshirt. After a few minutes, Jungkook's hand was tangled in Jimin's hair without him even realizing when it happened. He was there playing with it and softly caressing the top of his head, when he felt it slowly dropping a little to the side. Jungkook smiled, because he realized Jimin had just slept. He stayed there though, hands on Jimin's hair and Jimin's body warming his own. They were glued to each other and Jungkook couldn’t feel more at ease. He was breathing Jimin's scent, which was very probably – and happily – going to stick to his clothes for the rest of the day. It was sweet and it smelled like flowers. Jungkook buried his face on Jimin's hair, wanting to feel more of it. He deeply breathed in and the smell made funny things to his stomach. He left no room to think about what that meant, though. He didn’t want things to get weird again. His left arm was starting to tingle because of the position he was in, but Jungkook didn’t allow himself to move. Jimin was peacefully sleeping and Jungkook would do the possible to keep him that way. He wasn’t really seeing Jimin's face, but he imagined he was with his beautiful lips a bit open, with the side of his face that was in touch with Jungkook's chest all crumpled in a very cute way. He grinned thinking about it. Jimin was really cute, even though he was older. He had a tiny nose, soft cheeks and small fingers. Sometimes when he was talking, his lips formed a little pout making his voice sound childish – but not in a bad way, in an adorable way. Jungkook sighed and ignored the pain starting to grow in the middle of his spine, still playing with the fluffiness of Jimin's hair. Jimin woke up when the movie had just ended. He looked up with puffy eyes and swollen lips, so Jungkook did the possible to fight a smile. The left side of his face was marked with the folds of Jungkook’s tshirt, which just made his confused expression look cuter. “Did I sleep?” he asked in a deep and raspy voice. Jungkook felt a little shiver run through his spine, but he laughed it away. “Yes.” he took the chance to change positions and strech his painful back. “Is the movie good?” Jimin rubbed his face, trying to fully wake up. “Great.” Jungkook lied. He couldn’t say he passed the whole time staring at the top of his head thinking about him, could he? “Damn. I'm sorry, I missed it.” “It's okay.” Jungkook smiled. Jimin was still looking at him with his eyes partially open and with his mouth – Jungkook realized in a jolt – dangerously close. His heart raced ridiculously like it always did when his attention was directed to Jimin's lips and he suddenly asked himself who already had kissed those lips. He felt uneasy out of nowhere. The memory of Jimin making out with that girl invaded his mind. Jungkook closed his eyes in order to make it go away. But... Their lips touching, their tongues– “Hey, what you thinking?” Jimin whispered on his face. Jungkook opened his eyes just to meet a worried face staring back at him. He shuffled uncomfortably under Jimin, but he kept his hand on the older's back – holding him still –, because he liked that warmth so close to him. “You know, hyung...” Jungkook didn’t know why he was about to ask this, “W-who was the first person you kissed?”, but he did. Jimin wided his eyes with a slight surprise from that unexpected question. He opened his mouth to answer a few times, but fell in silence in all of them. Jungkook felt a knot on his chest, so he hurried to apologize. “I'm sorry, you don’t have to answer, that was stu–“ “A girl from my class.” Jimin cut him off and looked away. He supported his face on his hands, resting on Jungkook’s chest. “I liked her, but she didn’t. Her friends forced her to kiss me. Aish, that was embarrassing.” Jimin hid his face for a moment, “I didn’t know back then, so when I found out I apologized to her.” Jimin explained, and added in a lower tone, “I also told her to find new friends, because... Who does that?” “But it wasn’t your fault, you didn’t have to apologize!” Jungkook was shocked and pissed for Jimin. What shitty friends, to be honest. “Of course I did!” Jimin lifted his head to look at Jungkook, and he realized Jimin's lips were doing the pout thing, “I liked her and they knew that, that's why they forced her to do it! It was my fault...” “Hyung, of course not!” Jungkook was getting mad. Why was Jimin blaming himself for a bad thing other people did? “You can't be guilty for liking someone! And even if you didn’t, other people would like her, and their friends would do the exact same thing!” Jungkook realized his voice was louder than he initially intended, but he couldn’t help it. It was unfair for Jimin to carry this guilt with him if he was innocent. Jimin seemed to take a moment to think about it. “Yes, but... Still...” “There's no still! Or but!” Jungkook said with his brows furrowed, “It's not your fault...” Jimin smiled that smile that made his eyes disappear and Jungkook tried really hard to not gasp for air. “Okay, okay...” he said with a small voice, “And... What about you?” Jungkook was caught off guard. “M-me?” he stuttered. “No, idiot, me. Of course it's you!” Jungkook thought about it. He was nervous to answer. Not because of the subject itself – he had already talked about it with Taehyung and it had been a normal conversation –, but because it was Jimin who was listening. “It was a-also a girl from my class...” Stop stammering, idiot. “There's nothing big about it, but... I didn’t really like her. It was just that she confessed to me and everyone else had already kissed, so I thought 'better be with someone that likes me' and...” Jungkook had no problem telling Taehyung this, but now he was blushing and feeling guilty, “It was selfish, I know, and I kind of used her, I think, but I... I... Don’t know what to say, I felt sorry later, but she didn’t study on the same school anymore and...” “Jungkookie, it's okay.” Jimin interrupted him, “You don’t have to excuse yourself. It's okay.” he warmly smiled and Jungkook felt that warmth spreading through his whole body, “We do some mistakes as we live, but it's okay, I guess... Don't worry too much about it... In the end, aren’t we all using each other for our own happiness, anyway?” Jimin looked away supporting his head on his hand again. They were both in silence now, but Jungkook was too excited and happy he was getting to know new things about Jimin. He told himself that was the reason why he so naturally – and let's say, in a dizzy state of mind – asked, “Hyung, and what about boys?” But actually hearing those words resounding through the room made him regret at the exact same second they came out. “Huh?” Jimin looked at him again, probably asking himself if he heard right, “Boys?” Jimin asked to make sure, and that was the chance he needed to say 'forget it' and move on to another topic, but he stuttered a 'yes' instead. “What about boys?” “H-have you ever kissed them?” Jungkook heart was beating in his throat now, and the living room was drowning in silence. It probably lasted five seconds, but it felt like an eternity for Jungkook. Jimin's face was being illuminated by the orange glow from the sunshine's dawn entering the window behind them, when he answered, lowering his eyes: “Yes...” Jungkook could have ended the conversation there and moved on, but he wanted to know. He needed to know. He wasn’t really understanding that urge of finding out about Jimin's personal life, but it was completely swallowing him up. “How was...it...?” Jimin was looking at him with fond eyes, which made Jungkook feel more comfortable and secure to ask the questions he wanted – it was a 'go ahead' kind of fond eyes. “The first time?" “Well... yeah.” Jungkook answered while wondering how many times could have happened. How many people could have touched Jimin's lips in such an intimate way? Jungkook didn’t understand why, but thinking about it – which led him to imagine it – made his stomach sink. He realized he was staring at Jimin's lips, so he averted his gaze. Jimin sighed. “We used to dance together. We were from the same academy, but we weren’t classmates. One day, the professor decided to take the best from each class and form pairs to create choreographys. He said it was for approximating the students or something... Anyway, we started practicing together, some times alone and some times not... I... was shy at first, but he was nice and easy to talk to, so we were getting along well as time went by...” Jimin wasn’t looking at Jungkook – he was blankly staring at the ground like he could see all of those memories before his eyes. Jungkook felt a tip of jealousy bothering him, “He was older too, and better than me, so he helped me with some dance moves. One day... It was night already, but we were still practicing, because the performance was on the other day and... I was really nervous, so I was doing a lot of mistakes. He noticed it, paused the music and sat down in silence.” Jimin smiled, “I asked 'what are you doing?' and he lied saying 'wahh, I'm so tired, let's take a break.'" he smirked softly, "Idiot... Anyway, he was my hyung, so I just nooded and sat too, but he started talking and playing with me, and when I realized we were sitting really close to each other laughing about stupid things and I had even forgot about the performance... I think that was what he was trying to do the entire time, to be honest... But... You know when you're talking with someone and suddenly things just go quiet? So... That happened and... I was looking at the ground, but he was looking at me and getting closer. I got nervous and didn’t know what to do or what was happening, so he said 'Jimin...' and made me look up. He said 'I think I'm going to kiss you, so if you don't want to, stop me.'” Jimin sighed one more time and Jungkook got scared he could feel his heart fastly beating in his chest, “But I didn’t. I didn’t stop him and he kissed me. It was gentle and sweet and also nice, so it made me wonder if I liked guys too... Yeah... That's it.” he laughed shyly a little, “Aish, I talked too much, this is embarrassing...” “Do you?” Jungkook asked thinking that breathing got a little harder since Jimin started telling his story. “What?” “Like guys too.” Jimin looked away. “Well, yes... At least, I thought so back then... Now I know I only like guys.” Jungkook met Jimin's eyes again, “Is there a problem?” he cautiously asked. “No!” Jungkook hurried in saying. “I'm sorry.” he didn’t know why he was apologizing, “There's not, I'm sorry...” well, deep down, he kinda did. “But... What happened after?” Jungkook told himself he just wanted to know out of curiosity. “Well, we performed. I made no mistakes. And then, I left to Seoul.” Jungkook quietly nooded. “I see...” There was still another question bothering him, but he was scared to ask, so he just stayed in silence chewing on his bottom lip. His hand was sweating on Jimin's back so he took it off. “What is it?” Jimin sweetly asked. How did he do this? Jungkook said nothing, but it was still like Jimin could read him like a letter. He was about to answer 'nothing', but instead he asked: “Did you like him?” And here it was why it was bothering him: he didn’t want to hear the answer. If Jungkook was to be honest with himself, he would have to admit he didn’t really need to ask to know it. It just needed for Jimin to start talking about it, for him to realize. It just needed for Jungkook to look at Jimin blushing and looking away right now, to understand it. But the thing was, Jungkook was the master of lying to himself. So he needed to hear it. “Yes.” and even though he knew it, it still hurt, “I didn’t know back then, but I do now.” Jimin smiled at him, “But it's past. I have all of you to love now.” his eyes did the crescent moon thing. Jungkook's heart clutched in his chest. He was so cute. “It's not the same!” Jungkook told him, even though he knew Jimin was aware of that. “Hah?” the dork did a disbeliefed tone, “What you talking about? I thought it was already pretty clear that I'm marrying aaall of you.” he said like it was the most obvious thing. “Stop joking around!” Jungkook scolded him smiling. He didn’t know why hearing that made him happy, but, somehow, it did. Jimin tickled him. “I'm not!” Jungkook tickled him back. “Yes, you are!” They got into a tickle fight, just to finish it three minutes later with Jungkook screaming for mercy, “Fine, fine, you won! I give up, hyung, stop!” They were both laughing and trying to catch their breaths, when Taehyung appeared out of nowhere and joined them to watch the drama – now replaying on the tv. Before Jungkook realized, everyone else was snuggled around them with popcorn and stuff, making the place feel all warm and cozy. He smiled, feeling so much like home.

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