#do you think i'm bad luck. maybe i shouldn't be in a hospital

[realpokemon]

Im sorry someone managed to catch a hydreigon and then RELEASED IT for a MEME?

so like which evil team is gonna claim this one

[scoops404]

↻ dream for honestly any part of anagnorosis

↻FLIP FLOP:send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll describe or write it from another character’s POV!

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He knows before the call comes through that it's not good news. Truthfully, he's had a plane ticket in his cart for the last twenty minutes just ready to push pay while he waits to hear from Sapnap. It's just--there's something wrong. George has been blowing hot and cold, endlessly needy and shameless about it and then closed off and tight lipped, but they've always done well with distance. And this time, the distance has been good for them. They've been talking more in the last two weeks than they have since before they hooked up.

It's been... well, it's been alarming in some ways because Dream sees the parallels to the last time they were like this--the last time in London when George was majorly depressed but wouldn't accept it or talk about it or do anything but the exact directions Dream would give him in order to stay alive: eat, shower, sleep, work.

Maybe he shouldn't have gone to LA. Maybe he should have stayed and forced George to talk to him. But he knows how George gets when he thinks he's cornered. It's one step forward and ten steps back.

"Dream," Sapnap says when he picks up. "Bro, you gotta--it's bad. You gotta come home."

"Nick, what's--what's wrong?" Dream asks, and then a sick feeling comes over him. He can hear a siren in the background and he just knows that it's George. "Did he--did he hurt himself?"

"No," Sapnap says quickly, he sounds a bit distracted. "No, he didn't. He--but he's hurt. I found him in his bathroom unconscious."

"Nick?" Dream says and--oh god, his voice is--he can hear how raw he sounds. He feels like a child again--no control over the situation and on the other side of the country from his--from the love of his life. From George, who needs him.

God, he's been so stupid.

"Come home," Sapnap says with authority in his voice. For once, Dream listens to it. "I'm going with him to the hospital. I'll keep you updated."

"Okay," Dream says and hangs up. He presses purchase and then he pulls up his Uber app. There's no time.

He pays for inflight wifi so that he can get and respond to Sapnap's sporadic texts. Dream also sends his mom over to the hospital, a tearful phone call in the Uber that he hopes no one ever leaks.

Five hours. He has to be on this plane for five hours while George--while George is in pain. Unconscious. What could have caused him to pass out? Dream's brain jumps from undiagnosed brain tumor to cancer to an intruder in their home to low blood sugar from now eating enough. He keeps himself off of reddit, off of webMD because that's--for once he knows that's not helpful. He can't watch any movies, he can't listen to music. He just sits there, rawdogging it, mind spinning over and over and trying to keep the panic at bay.

What would he even do in a world without George?

When the plane lands, Dream's not embarrassed about pushing and shoving to the front of the line to deplane. he has no carryon, no bag to pick up in baggage claim, he's going to sprint to the uber line and then go straight to the hospital.

Panting in the back of the Uber, he finds a text from his mom saying the doctors won't talk to her or Sapnap, but she thinks they'll talk to him. Sapnap told them something that means they'll share info with Dream, and he wants to give Sapnap the biggest hug in the world when he sees him. Fuck, he's a bad liar but his friend comes through when it counts.

"Good luck, man," the Uber driver says when Dream jumps out of the car. Maybe picking someone up at the airport and dropping them at the hospital is a glaring sign that the person in your backseat isn't doing all that well. Dream thanks him perfunctorily.

His mom finds him at the front door and brings him to the nurse station to explain who he is.

"Ah, the father," she says sagely and then starts pulling him into a room.

What?

He turns to ask his mother what the nurse means and her eyes are tearful, a sad smile on her face and he realizes--oh. He's the father.

He's someone's father?

George is here and Dream is a father and that means...

He's never been great at math, not like George, not on tests or theoretical things that don't matter. But this? He can do that math.

"We need to know your son's name," the nurse says in a no nonsense tone and Dream almost blacks out.

[the-fiction-witch]

Arrangement P4

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet

I headed out of the ward to the front desk and made notes on what medications and procedures were planned for my patients, scribbling away for a while. I noticed the front doors open to the sweetest of sights, Y/n headed into the hospital wearing a sweet black and white plaid gown, her little black lace boots and a pair of white gloves, her long Y/c/H hair braided and pinned with a hairpin, a black lace parasol in hand. I tried not to blush but my smile slipped through as I saw her come in and look around until she spotted me a smile cracking across her lips,

"Hello my dear," I smiled brushing my hands off and going over,

"Hello Doctor," she smiled offering her hand, 

I happily took her hand and gave it a sweet kiss, "You have blessed our hospital with your visit sweet lady,"

"Aww you're far too kind to me Jack," She giggled,

"Well, how could I not be kind to my future bride," I smiled, "Now would you like a tour of the hospital? And then you could keep me company down in the morgue this afternoon while I do some surgical work?" 

"That sounds lovely," she smiled excitedly and took my arm, 

So I held her hand and gave her a tour of the hospital showing her around the place and giving her examples of the work I do all of which my little macabre firecracker girl utterly adored. Before finally we headed down to the morgue, I stood and got my tools to get working on the body she smiled and cuddled with my arm as I worked I happily held her and gave her head some kisses. 

After a while, I saw her sweetly watching so I offered her my blade,

"ohh?" She asked a little shocked, "I've never-"

"Well you can't hurt him anymore," I told her, 

"I really can?" 

"Of course, I'll be right here to help you."

She giggled and happily took the blade so I wrapped my arms around her and talked her through what she needed to do. She was so happy, and excited and she worked very well.

"Perfect, you did flawlessly my dear," he smiled, "maybe once we're married I could have to here as my little nurse for surgery,"

"You would?"

"I would happily have you as my nurse, working beside me, handing me my tools, helping me with surgery," I told her, "Would you like that?"

"Very much," 

"Well, you'd be more than welcome," 

"You're far too sweet to me Jack," she cooed, 

"Why wouldn't I be sweet to the girl I'm going to marry?" 

"I suppose, but still," she giggled, "I must be going soon,"

"Oh? why?" 

"I have a prior engagement," She says sorting herself out, 

"I thought I was your engagement?" I joked, following behind her,

"Not like that," she laughed, "No I have an appointment with the tailor,"

"oh? enlighten me?"

"For my wedding dress of course,"

"Ohh! Right! yes... sorry." I blushed a little to think of her in a wedding dress, 

"We only have a few more days and then we'll be married," 

"I know, honestly? I can't wait."

"Me either, Would I be able to visit you tomorrow perhaps after work?"

"I'd like that, but Father has a business meeting tomorrow night," 

"Ohh I see, the day after then?" 

"I'm sorry my mother is taking me out for the day,"

"Ohh that's sweet, of course, I wouldn't want to disturb your time with your mother, Perhaps the day after then?"

"Well... that is the night before our wedding,"

"Ahh... good point," I nodded, "We uhhh we probably shouldn't see one another then. Bad luck and all."

"Umm, I am sorry Jack-"

"It's alright, it's only three days. I'm sure my heart will merely grow fonder for the absence," 

"I'm sure of it," She smiled, "I'm sure you will find things to do in the wait for our wedding,"

"Yes of course," I nodded, "Well I look forward to when I will next see you. On our wedding,"

"As will I," she smiled, "Have a good evening Jack,"

"You too Y/n," I smiled, "Do you think today... as I will not see you until our wedding, do you think I could kiss your cheek?"

She blushed, "I suppose that's agreeable,"

I nodded and held her hand giving her cheek a gentle kiss, "I can't wait to kiss you at our wedding,"

"Me either, have a nice day Jack," she cooed kissing my cheek too before she headed out giving me a little wave as she went, I waved back and tried to hide my blush but as soon as she was gone I leant against the table and sighed with a dorky stupidly wide smile, 

[white--moon]

This key thing annoys the shit out of him. He does remember that conversation. "I said I'd take it if you couldn't find someone better! You sayin' fuckin' Car Guy was better?" Ichigo didn't even know his name until recently. And sure, they weren't... like... official, or whatever they are now, but still. Shuren? What the fuck?? "I'm insulted and offended and a little hurt." In case it wasn't showing in his tone. "When this is all done, you better be takin' that key back for me or I'll do it myself. I want it." He wants it now, half because he wanted it then but now he's in a place to admit he likes Ichigo and half purely because it was given to someone else. Ichigo has a toothbrush at his place, he should have a key.

He manages to lay there for no longer than twenty minutes, before rolling off the crappy mattress and scoffing to himself about the entire mess. Fucking figures. Something starts going well for him -this thing with Ichigo- so everything has to go to shit.

Stupid Ichigo, getting stabbed. What an asshole.

His thoughts go back to the toothbrush. Then the stupid welcome mat. Ugh. He likes the bastard so much it's gross.

It's still daylight, and he debates just going for it right now, but he wants Yhwach and whatever groupies he might have as exhausted as possible, which is why he wanted dawn. So he grabs his keys, goes to the store and he buys the biggest, softest, fluffiest blanket in the most obnoxious hot pink color he can find, to match Ichigo's work uniform. And he knows it's for sure hot pink because he asks a random old lady to confirm it's neon and not ugly grey-puke-purple. He gets a look but he doesn't bother explaining the color blind issue as he lugs it and a bunch of food for Ichigo's bare ass fridge and cupboards to the register.

The blanket is at least kingsize. It's big enough he can fold it in half and still drape it across the entire mattress. He puts the groceries away, unnecessarily proud of that ugly blanket (but also maybe looking forward to burying in it's comfort with Ichigo at next available chance), and thinks, yeah, that'll teach that jerk not to give him a key he clearly doesn't even need.

The store trip doesn't take up enough time and he's so bad at sitting still. He's also not great with plans. So he tosses the foundations of whatever plan he had going out a figurative window and leaves again, this time to go break into where Yhwach is. Never a better time than now, or whatever the saying is.

He's expecting high security; an entourage, armed guards, a dozen or more guys. Instead, he's met with two guys at the door; one that looks surprised to see him in broad daylight, one that's pale and looks ready to pass out. Shiro grins. "Survived your arsenic high, huh? That sucks." Mostly for the poor guy that's probably been shitting blood for three days now. But it clicks; Yhwach is handless, he's lost most of his grunts and all the money Shiro's stopped bringing in over the past not quite a week, and as much as Shiro got pushed around, he was almost always Yhwach's go to for problems. Now that Shiro is the problem, Yhwach's out of luck. Whoever he might have called on seem to have pulled their backing.

He doesn't even bother with the sickly grunt; he tries for Shiro but doubles over and starts dry heaving nothing but pinkish bile. The other jumps into action, but by now Shiro's a little excited, a little heated.

It feels like he worried for nothing, like he was scared for nothing and he tolerated being someone else's lackey for way too long. When he gets to Yhwach himself, it feels like his blood is boiling. The man is on his feet, dressed and well put together like usual. He was expecting bed ridden -though in hindsight, maybe he shouldn't have, and maybe he has no frame of reference for what a normal hospital stay is- and it makes him hesitate. The only defense left to a handless man with no support is talking, and they talk in circles for a few minutes, until Shiro's snarly and annoyed and worked up and it's only then that he hears sirens way too close for comfort. Yhwach looks at him smugly, like everything will work out, and it's enough to make Shiro furious.

He has a knife, or had, but he uses his bare hands and he only stops when he hears stomping and shouted orders in the hallway. Yhwach is doing a terrible, bubbling wheeze below him, not moving, but still trying to breathe. He's not done, he's not done, he's not done-

But he has to be, because he's not going to prison either.

So he practically throws himself across the room and out the third story window, onto the fire escape, where he climbs onto the room to cross the building and make his way down the side furthest from the main street.

It takes a lot of effort to slip through all the chaos without being spotted. He'd left his car at his own apartment, because it's too easily recognized, and as slow as the trek back to Ichigo's place is, at least he doesn't have to worry about trying to retrieve it and still get away.

He's in the shower, scrubbing dried blood out of his hair, when his phone buzzes. He throws the curtain open and grabs it with wet hands to see it's from Ichigo, where he pauses long enough to wonder why he thought something terrible might happen to Ichigo, or... maybe that Ichigo would realize the trouble Shiro is. He shuts the water off, wrings out his hair, and sends Ichigo a nude selfie in response. He's a little banged up; he took a good knee to the sternum, and his hands and knuckles are cut up and bloody from teeth, but he's in one piece.

Ichigo sounds pretty defeated for a guy who’s just agreeing to charge his phone like a regular human being.

The indignation when he calls Ichigo an idiot makes one corner of his mouth quirk into a small smirk, glad to hear some fire coming from Ichigo. The asshole had him worried and Shuren could only tell him that there was a lot of blood from a gut wound, where he’d found Ichigo and where he’d dropped him. When he couldn’t actually find Ichigo at his dad’s place, it felt like a brick dropped from his chest to the pit of his stomach. No answer on his phone, not sitting in any of the local hospitals. He was starting to think Ichigo was in a morgue somewhere but he was too busy trying not to get himself killed to go find out. “I’m not askin’ you to do anything, I’m tellin’ you that I’m not taking you to Yhwach with me so you might as well rest.”

He snorts an amused sound about needing a key, but then pauses, amusement turning to mild confusion, then surprise, then annoyance. “Why’s he gotta key and I don’t? What kinda bullshit is that?” He’s weirdly not worried about Shuren turning on him and he realizes it’s because Ichigo’s been trusting him in his little endeavors, but now maybe he’s going to force Shuren to eat that key so he doesn’t get the wrong idea.

The crinkle of plastic is audible over the phone and he arches a brow, wondering what the hell Ichigo’s up to. He scoffs at that response. “Not by choice, but I can. Know why? ‘Cause my lungs and diaphragm and guts are all intact.”

He shakes his head a little, about to ask what about Osaka, until it dawns on him that Ichigo’s telling him where he’s at. Fucking hell. “Osaka.” Well. “At least Yhwach’s about to be too busy to figure that out and send someone after you.” Unless they manage to beat it out of Shiro, but unlikely. And Shiro has a car. It’ll be an annoying trip, but not impossible.

His brows go up when Ichigo finally seems to realize Shiro’s being the smart one right now. He listens to the defeated, tired tone of Ichigo’s voice and he hates it, a lot, but it’s a good thing. And then the line cuts and it’s quiet for a half second longer than it should take to respond. “Ichigo?” But he knows what happened. His shoulders slump a little. He sets his phone on Ichigo’s bed, then flops down beside it to see about getting another hour of sleep. Honestly, he dares Shuren to show up and let himself in right now.

[mattsvn]

CHANCE BALL LOVE!

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x gn!reader

Genre: Meet ugly! strangers to lovers! Getting hit in the head with a volleyball!

Warnings: Blood, head injury, concussion, did I mention getting hit in the head with a volleyball? Food hehe, that's all.

WC: 2.4K

Summary: After being hit with a volleyball by the ace and U19 athlete, Ushijima Wakatoshi, you find yourself laying in the nurse's office, with a bag of ice on your head and a boy apologizing every two minutes for that terrible accident. As the times goes by, you realize that not only you were hit by a ball, but by destiny, and more important, love.

A/N: I'm so excited for this piece! This is a collab for HQHQ (now Anilysium!) The masterlist is here! I hope you like this piece! Reblogs are appreciated!

Life is made up of 90% causality and 10% coincidence.

That was what your mother used to say, with her hands covered with flour up to her elbows, while she prepared one of those delicious desserts. Possibly as a result of all her years perfecting her technique as a pastry chef, but, as in that, she considered that everything had to be planned, measured, and calculated.

On the other hand, your father was always talking about how fate made everything line up perfectly for things in his life to come in abundance, he would happily tell about the coincidences in his life, although the answer was always the same, a debate between the two of them as to what was the truth.

A skeptical pastry chef and a dreamy lawyer, a match made in heaven.

Whatever it had been, causality or causality, you never thought a hit of luck would be so...literal.

It was unusual for you to be in Shiratorizawa's volleyball gymnasium, if you had managed to get into such a prestigious high school it was because of the impeccable grades you always had, sports were not a priority.

You weren't afraid of balls, but, the way everyone was spiking the ball was about to cause you a headache, especially Ushijima Wakatoshi, the school's ace, one of the best athletes in the country.

"Why are we here, again?" you asked, your gaze wandering between the various players and the sound of balls hitting everywhere making the conversation feel distorted.

"Because they" one pointed out, to the rest of the girls looking around the court excitedly "want to see Semi Eita, the pretty boy with the grey hair" she gestured to the boy in the corner, slamming the ball to the ground unaware that they were watching.

"Ah" you replied, somewhat bored, grabbing your backpack and standing up. "Good luck with that, I have to get home early" you said, waving goodbye to everyone.

To leave, or at least, to do it in a faster way, the door that led out of the building, and through which you had to go through the court, was the best option, as it took longer to take the way inside the corridors. The only option as you made your way down the bleachers.

The only thing you heard, with your eyes glued to the ground, trying to go completely unnoticed was a "WATCH OUT!" that made you look up before you saw nothing but darkness.

"I don't know, Wakatoshi-kun, looks like you did kill her" a voice was heard in the distance, the light irritating your eyes if you tried to open them. Still, only because of your stubbornness, you tried to get up without anyone else's help.

"I don't think it's best if you stand up now" you heard a deeper voice, but you didn't know exactly where it was coming from.

"I'm fine" you whispered, placing a hand on where you assumed you had been hit with the volleyball, feeling a warm liquid staining it. It wasn't possible that a spike had cracked your forehead open, right?

Right?

"I'm fine, I have to go" as you stood up, opening your eyes, everything was spinning. An arm went around your shoulders, stopping you from falling back to the ground, firm, but at the same time gentle.

"You need to go to the infirmary, you're bleeding" the voice now seemed to be closer, a little more stable, but, no way did you feel you could even move without throwing up or passing out again, what the fuck had that hit been? Could someone hit someone that hard just with a serve?

The answer was yes, and the name, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You barely felt it when, just like that, he lifted you off the ground, although it seemed that your body felt it. A piece of something, probably cloth or gauze stopped the bleeding. You kept repeating that at least they let you walk, that you were okay, even though, clearly, you had the symptoms of a concussion.

"Are you all right, can you tell me where you are?" questioned Ushijima, entering a room. You had finally managed to open your eyes and recover from the dizziness.

"I'm fine, we're at the high school" you whispered, looking at Ushijima for the first time.

Even if you had gone to games before, you had never seen that look on Wakatoshi's face, a mixture of fear and worry, accompanied by his pale face and a barely noticeable bloodstain on his shirt.

"You can wait outside, dear boy," said the nurse, slightly terrified by what had happened.

A couple of hours passed before they managed to let you go, after calling your parents and making sure you didn't leave the building unless you were accompanied. You didn't need stitches, and that was a huge plus, but still, you left the infirmary with a gauze pad on your forehead, some candy, and a chance to take the rest of the week off to rest, which wasn't such a bad outcome.

You closed the door behind you, looking sideways at Wakatoshi on the floor, who got up almost immediately, still looking scared, even his gaze lingered for a few seconds on the patch on your forehead, which reminded him of the fact that he had accidentally hit you with a volleyball while practicing his serves.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, looking disheveled, and as if he had done nothing more than wait in the hallway until everything was in order.

"Oh, don't worry, Ushijima-san, I'm fine" you assured, but it didn't seem to be enough for him.

"I'm so sorry, let me take you home to be sure you arrive safely" he asked, with his hands behind his back and his head slightly bent down, like a child discovered stealing the candy from the counter.

"My parents are here to take me home, don't worry" you assured, glancing sideways at the door, somewhat far away. "You can walk me to the car, if you like."

"Of course" he nodded, walking beside you. Up close he looked even taller than he was, his expression calm and his gaze fixed straight ahead, though, he seemed to have a doubt that would leave his lips at any moment "Would you allow me to walk you to school tomorrow?"

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, somehow, the sound of just both of your footsteps in the hallway was comforting, soothing. It wasn't awkward, or uncomfortable. Ushijma didn't believe in awkward silences, because to him actions said more than words, and, that a question shouldn't be answered right away. So, the way to the entrance was nothing more than waiting for an honest, and safe, answer.

"I got permission to miss classes for the rest of the week, in case the concussion gets complicated, because I have to rest" you began, letting again the calm silence take center stage for a couple of seconds. "Then I won't be back until Monday, but maybe you can come for dinner tomorrow?"

"If you accept that as my apology for hurting you, then by all means" he took the door, allowing you to leave before him, there was still a bit of a walk to the main entrance. "Although, I would like to cook"

"Oh, I didn't know you cooked," you smiled, looking up at him. Ushijima looked down, and, you could swear he was smiling too. "If that's what you prefer, I'd love to."

The rest of the walk was quiet, and calm. Ushijima said goodbye to you after introducing himself to your parents, and apologizing again. In the rearview mirror you saw him standing there, waiting until he didn't see the car to go home.

He was really worried, and it would probably take him a few days to stop being scared about what had just happened. He was even willing to be scolded by the coach for missing two days of practice, just to make sure everything was in order.

Likewise, even if it would be a whole day before you saw Ushijima, he decided to call you just before he went to bed. And at lunchtime, because doing it earlier would surely have woken you up. He didn't talk too much, he let you talk about how annoying the doctors at the hospital had been when you went to check that everything was okay, and all the boring time you spent there.

He called back as soon as he got out of school, to make sure the details of the dinner were ready, he would bring the food, and some dessert, and, you would bring the drinks. You had to convince him though, otherwise he would have bought everything, he would have even brought plates and silverware from his own house.

Wakatoshi took the job of bringing the food seriously, as much as he could buy anything on the way home, he decided to make something himself. The menu was simple, yakisoba, yukari rice balls with an egg on top of each dish. As for dessert, he decided not to risk it, and preferred to buy those box cakes that had been quite popular lately, and, some condensed milk truffles that Tendou gave him as a gift as, he assured, you would love them.

Your parents could be quite reluctant to invite a boy to the house, but, after proposing the idea that you could clean up the picnic table you had in the backyard, where there was a space convenient enough for them to peek in just a little to feel safe, they agreed almost immediately.

During the afternoon, the question you wanted to ignore came out of nowhere, could that be considered a date, and should you dress for the occasion? It didn't seem like anything would match a forehead injury, or that anything would hide it. The result ended up being something you would wear if you were going out with friends, simple, and appropriate for the sunny day out.

Ushijima arrived exactly at the appointed time, and, reluctantly from your parents, you opened the door without them intruding. Looking at him, you failed to understand the nervous feeling that traveled from your heart to the tips of your fingers, making them tremble. Standing with a bag in his left hand, his hair slightly tousled and a bouquet of flowers in the other. Yet another gesture of apology, right?

"Hi, I brought some flowers" he pointed out, extending them. Your hand gently brushing his as you took them, white roses with green accents that made the bouquet look incredibly elegant.

"I already told you that you didn't have to keep apologizing, Ushijima" you mentioned, taking the flowers. "We'll eat outside then you don't need to take off your shoes, but let me go get a vase."

"You look good today" he spoke out of nowhere, making you look at him even though you were already halfway down the aisle. "You look good in those clothes" he seemed to be trying to smile, but you weren't sure. You smiled anyway, grateful for the compliment.

You returned with the bouquet, which would now serve as a decoration for the picnic. You could feel the intense gaze of your parents even if they tried to hide when they peeked, or, according to them, "watched" that everything was in order.

"Are you feeling better then?" he asked, looking at how simply decorated the picnic table was but somehow looked incredibly cozy, with perfect tree shade.

As was now usual, Wakatoshi didn't talk more than usual, at least not at first, he wanted to hear about how you were feeling, and how many days you would be out of school, although you assured him that you would be back to your activities by next Monday, and that, your friends would take care of sending you the homework you needed. Then the questions about him began.

You learned a lot, how he learned to play volleyball at a young age, his interest in cooking but his almost zero ability to make desserts. My mother could make some, you laughed, drinking some cranberry juice in a wine glass, your father's idea. He told you about his new interest in plants, and his father's work out of the country. Even some good anecdotes about the volleyball team.

Dessert was something completely different, by that time, she started to excitedly explain his last game, and what it was like to be in the Olympics. Although it wasn't as noticeable, you could tell in the way his lips curved into a slight smile as he tried to find the right words to define how he felt.

Reluctantly, and after offering to do the dishes, you said no, keeping the bento boxes with the promise that you would bring lunch on Monday for both of you, and now a wide smile on his face, even when he had to go home.

The following Monday came terribly slow, with the only thing that made it better being that Ushijima had not stopped her constant calls, the day possibly delayed by dark clouds heralding torrential rain.

"You don't have to keep apologizing anymore, look, even the wound has healed" you said, to Ushijima who was standing at the entrance, now with a box of the truffles you had liked so much, and which he had now made.

"I know. But I'd really like to walk with you at school" he smiled. "If you'll let me.

"I'd love to."

Life is made up of 80% causality and 20% chance, and, although you wouldn't want to repeat the literal hit of luck you received, you hadn't wanted it any other way.

Going to the gym because your friends wanted to see a cute boy on the volleyball team, having to leave early because you had things to do at home, leaving through the door you had to walk through on the court, getting hit in the head with a volleyball, only to end up walking to school with him, fingers barely brushing, a tender kiss on the cheek before he left.

Eating now inside the house, holding hands, a kiss on the corner of the lips. Waiting in the bleachers for practice to end, a number one jacket covering you from the rain.

The worst way to get to know each other, and, somehow, it seemed you were made for one another.

[maliby]

Diagnosis: Love (17)(M)

(please just pretend this came out yesterday 😅)

this is part of the Diagnosis: Love social media au! but can be read as separate

Y/N is the new nurse at NCT Hospital - the best hospital in the country. She was expecting it to be a big step in her career, but 'Bad Boy' Doctor Johnny Suh and 'Valentine' Pediatrician Jeong Jaehyun take her by surprise.

Pairing: doctor! Jaehyun x f. nurse! reader

Warnings: explicit sex scene, explicit language

Word count: 1.5k

The ringing of the doorbell made you jolt in your spot, the tray of food you were carrying almost being flung across the room. "Coming!"

You took off your apron and threw it on the kitchen table before you almost ran to the door. You pulled down your burgundy dress so your breasts would be a little bit more on display, fixed your hair and opened the door.

"Surprise!" You announced while shaking your hands, making your date laugh.

"Oh my God! I totally wasn't expecting this!" He laughed at your little joke. "Are my parents and friends also here?" He peeked inside jokingly checking for their presence.

"No, I'm sorry. It's just me," you pouted.

"Good," he gently kissed you, making your heart race.

"Come on in," you stepped away so he could enter your house. "This is my humble apartment."

"Humble? You have a huge flat screen."

"Shhh, just go with it," you put your arms around his neck and gave him a light peck on the lips.

"You look so beautiful tonight," he whispered against your lips. "Am I supposed to survive you in that dress?"

You lightly chuckled. "Well, it would be ideal, seeing as I'm wearing it just for you."

"Mmmmh, then I really am the luckiest man in the world." This time Jaehyun's lips aimed for your jawline, spreading a line of little kisses that lit a fire between your legs.

You had been thinking about it all day long - you were finally gonna have sex with Jaehyun. You hadn't planned anything with each other but how could you not? The chemistry between the two of you was great and it was his birthday and Valentine's day, it sure would be disappointing if nothing happened.

"I wouldn't claim your luck just yet, I'm not the greatest cook in the world. And, speaking of that, the food is getting cold," you broke contact between you two and lead him to the dining table.

Candles and rose petals were spread across your table for a more romantic feel. At first, you were scared it might be a bit too much, but your friend Lisa reminded you of how much of a romantic Jaehyun really was.

"This looks beautiful," Jaehyun commented as he took his seat.

"I'm glad you like it. Wine?" You playfully asked as if you were a waiter at a restaurant.

He nodded in response, picking up his glass and taking it closer to the bottle so you could pour the wine. You filled both of your glasses with the dark-colored liquid before you proposed a toast.

"What should we toast to?" Jaehyun asked, his eyes flickering with the light of the candles.

"How about to us?"

"To us," Jaehyun lifted his glass and smiled, his dimples working their magic on your heart as always.

"To us."

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"I have a gift for you," you said at the end of the dinner, getting up from your seat to go get it.

"Y/N...you shouldn't have."

"Shhh, I bought it cause I wanted to. Now open it."

You handed him the gift and watched with a glimmer in your eyes as he opened it.

"Chet Baker's vinyl? Y/N I love it so much, thank you." Jaehyun pulled you to sit on his lap and gave you a peck on the lips like a married couple.

"I'm glad you like it, baby," you caressed his styled hair as you deeply stared into his eyes, the heat from earlier having its comeback.

"I do. But not as much as you."

Soon your lips were glued to his, the kiss quickly evolving to something wilder and sexual. You couldn't wait any longer, you had to have this man right now or else you would go crazy.

You adjusted yourself so you were now straddling him, the pressing of his crotch against yours fueling your desire even further.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," Jaehyun mumbled between kisses, his hands now gripping your hips.

"Jaehyun, if you don't fuck me right now I think I might actually go crazy."

That was all you had to say. In a matter of seconds, Jaehyun was pulling you up and carrying you to your sofa.

After dumping you on the sofa, Jaehyun quickly got on top of you: his lips were back on yours and his hands were exploring every bit of exposed skin as they could. Yours though, quickly got to working on the buttons of his white shirt, exposing his defined abs to you.

You knew Jaehyun liked to work out, but you were far from imagining his abs were this defined. If you were being honest, you got a little wetter in that precise moment.

Sensing the way you suddenly started grinding on him harder, Jaehyun's hand travelled from your thighs straight to your aching core.

"Mmmmh, you're so wet baby," he whispered against your skin as his skilled fingers toyed with your clit.

"It's all for you baby," you moaned.

Something in Jaehyun at that moment snapped. Two of his fingers suddenly entered you, making you gasp. "Oh, that feels so good."

His speed was increasing and his fingers were curling up inside you. That, added to the way his lips were now focused on worshipping your nipples was getting you closer and closer to that sweet release.

"Look at you, how are you so fucking beautiful? Please cum for me, show me how beautiful you are when you're screaming my name."

After Jaehyun added a third finger you knew it was game over. You could feel it getting closer and closer - that sweet feeling of immense pleasure. All it took was your fingers on your clit and you were done for.

"Fuck, Jaehyun..." you screamed as your date observed.

He was in awe. He had been so patient with you and now that he was watching you contort as you called out his name like a mantra made him feel like he could cum right there.

He knew right then and there, as he watched you come down from your high and deeply look into his own eyes, that he was already completely in love with you.

As soon as you had regained your breath his lips were back on yours. You could feel it, his cock was so hard under his pants that even though you had just come you were already internally begging for more.

Your hand reached between your bodies and unfastened his black leather belt, quickly throwing it to the other side of the room. The button of his pants followed, and soon enough you were sliding inside his Calvin Kleins and grabbing his cock.

"Fuck," Jaehyun mumbled into your hair.

You pushed his pants and underwear down, leaving you with more room to play. You pushed your fingers deep inside of you, collecting as much of your slick as you could, and proceeded to pump his member up and down.

Already you found yourself addicted to Jaehyun's whimpers. You just wanted to hear more and more, so you focused your movements on his most sensitive area while your other hand softly massaged his balls and immediately got what you were looking for.

"Fuck Y/N-mmmph," he bit on your neck not to scream louder, an act that only spurred you on further. "Please, fuck, I don't want to cum yet."

"Your wish is my command," you playfully said only because you were so desperate to have him inside of you.

"You're such a little tease," he joked as he softly bit your jaw.

"Mmm, you have no idea. You're just lucky I'm desperate to have you inside of me."

"Then maybe we should take care of that."

Jaehyun reached inside the pocket of his pants and took out a condom, quickly opening up the package and putting it on.

Wasting no time, he rubbed himself between your folds a couple of times and entered you, making you both cuss.

"Jae, you feel so damn good."

"Shit, you're so tight."

The tips of his fingers were printing on your skin as your pussy held him tight inside of you. You were relishing the moment, but you were craving the friction so much that you started to move on your own accord, your movement triggering his.

"Jae, fuck me harder," you begged, your nails clawing at his back.

Jaehyun complied. Soon enough he was pounding into you so hard that he was practically burying you into your sofa.

"Fuck, keep going," you moaned.

It was all a huge mess. Both your hairs were a mess, your makeup was a mess, your clothes were a mess and, most of all, your emotions were an absolute mess but it all felt so fucking good that you honestly couldn't give two shits. You just wanted him to pound into you - like he was currently doing - and make the both of you share the pleasure of the orgasm.

"Baby, I'm about to cum," he announced, making you sad that this was almost over.

"Cum for me," you begged, your fingers instantly reaching for your clit so you could cum at the same time.

Soon enough he was spilling into the condom and you were spasming around him, your pussy milking him dry of his sweet cum.

"Happy Valentine's day, and happy birthday," you wished after you had stopped panting.

Jaehyun smiled, his dimples affecting the rhythm of your heart once again.

"Happy Valentine's day, my Valentine."

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Finally, the legal proceedings begin again, with testimony from rather dull people, if he's being honest. The jury, it's clear to him at least, is fairly calm at the moment, but there's not a chance in hell that Cyrus is getting off. Not this time. And that terrifies him.

A man with nothing to lose is a very dangerous man. A mobster with nothing to lose? Absolutely fucking terrifying.

A few hours and legal spats between Diane and Helstrom later, court is adjourned until tomorrow, at 8 am. Which, he calculates, leaves Cyrus with a fifteen hour period to cause havoc before the next day.

He sighs, "C'mon, let's get you home," to an unresponsive Carly. "Carly?"

"What?" She asks, snapping back into reality.

"What are you thinking about?" Jason asks, mind running with concern. After all, normally when she's zoning out while thinking, she's making a plan.

And the last plan she made landed them in this courtroom.

"The testimony. I mean, they're genuinely trying to make it seem like you or I would concoct some plan and lure Cyrus into raping and kidnapping me. What the hell do they think of us?" Carly asks, a single tear dripping down her face. "I mean, neither of us are perfect, I know, but to think that I'd do that- that you would do that, it's insulting!"

"They're trying to get under our skin, okay? There's proof they're lying through their teeth right now, Carly. Cyrus is a sick bastard and he's going to jail for the rest of his miserable life. You and I get to walk free while he rots. We will win this." He says, sitting back down in his chair to hug her.

Carly lets out a sad laugh, "God, I hate this."

"I do too."

"I need to get out of here," she sighs, standing up. "You coming?"

"I'm the one who's driving, of course I'm coming," he smiles, holding up the keys just above where she can reach. "Ha, very funny. You're in no shape to drive. Let's go."

"You know, if you would just let me drive, I would be a lot happier right now because I'd have something much better to do than-" Carly starts, stopping her statement suddenly as they leave the courthouse.

He surveys the area immediately, seeing not one, not two, but three armed guys who don't exactly look like cops aiming right at the pair. Fuck. His fingers play at his belt loops, but he doesn't have a gun on him today; it's a court day, why the hell would he bring a gun to a courtroom? That's just plain stupid and it's practically asking to be arrested.

His instincts kick in and he realizes they're gonna make the shot. Unlike the other (relatively shitty) gunmen, assassin's, whatever Cyrus calls them that he's sent after Jason, these ones actually look like they're capable of firing a gun correctly. And they're getting paid hinges on whether or not they hit Carly and him.

Bullets fly out of all three guns at the same time and he shoves Carly out of the way, yelling, "Run!" and ducking down himself but it's too late.

He's been shot, he can feel it as he stumbles onto the ground. His head pounds in his skull and he swears for a minute he can feel his brain. Ow. "Jason!" Carly screams and he can hear her footsteps as he tries to figure out where he's bleeding. "Get back here you sick fucks!" She screams even louder at the gunmen, which probably means they're gone. "I'm going to shoot you myself the second I lay eyes on any of you I swear to god."

Turns out they were just getting paid to shoot him. Carly was just the way they'd manage it.

That knowledge is somewhat comforting as the pain of the bullet continues to hit him in waves, coupled with that of banging his head on the ground when he fell from it. It's a very painful situation for the assassin, who can hear himself moaning in pain.

He's enveloped by a haze of blonde as she cries, pulling out her phone. "I need an ambulance immediately at the courthouse. My best friend was shot in the chest and he's got a head wound." That explains the pain; a chest bullet hurts pretty damn bad. It's not a fun thing. Hence why he doesn't normally shoot in the chest, but rather either a non lethal area or something like the head or the heart. The head wound, though, that doesn't make sense. If he's got a head wound, shouldn't he be unconscious by now? "Well I'm not exactly sure why he got shot, lady, but you better get an ambulance here before I sue this goddamn town for negligence of a shot person!"

A chuckle leaves his throat through the pain as the world starts to get fuzzy around the edges, despite his best efforts to have it not happen like that. "Jason, no, keep your eyes open! Look at me!" A frantic Carly screams, pulling what looks like a really ugly scarf out of her bag and putting it over where he assumes the bullet is. "Just keep your eyes open. Focus on me."

In the distance, he can hear an ambulance's siren. "Of course I'm doing everything I can to keep him conscious, what the hell do you take me for?" She snaps at the lady on the phone through tears. Even when she's witnessing him get shot (and possibly dying, though this isn't exactly the way he planned on dying), of course she's still fighting random people.

"Carly, stop harassing the operator," he says, though he can feel it use quite a bit of his strength as the fuzziness intensifies.

"You do not die on me, Jason Morgan, do you hear me? I am not letting you die because of me, I will not be able to live with myself if you die like this and I have to witness it. Keep your eyes open and just focus on me," Carly practically begs as the sound of the sirens intensifies. They're probably getting closer to being here, maybe even pulled into the parking lot. He can't tell.

As Carly's rambling about something, he can't hear her very coherently anymore, the world turns black around him. Vaguely, he can distinguish the sound of her sobs and the pressure of the scarf around his chest.

"Jason, please, please, please, open your eyes," Carly begs, sobs overtaking her pleas as the ambulance approaches. This isn't happening, this is a nightmare, he's not actually shot and possibly dying. Right? He's fine, right?

"Ma'am, we're going to need you to step away from him so we can do our jobs and help him live," a random paramedic instructs her, earning a scoff as she backs away a few feet.

Who the hell does he think he is, ordering her around like that? Acting like he knows a damn thing about either of them, or like he's got any authority. He could be dying right now for all she knows! "I'm riding with you in the ambulance," she declares. "And you won't be able to keep me out so don't even try to."

"You'll just be taking up space-"

"I've been in these plenty of times before. There's more than enough space and," her voice breaks, a quiet sob leaving her lips before she continues, "he has the keys."

Shaking his head at her, the paramedic signals her to get in and she does just that as Jason's loaded into the ambulance her. "Don't die," she begs quietly to the unconscious man. "Please, god, don't die. This can't be the bullet that kills you."

"Say a prayer in your head," the paramedic says to her and she snaps.

"Stop acting like you know what I'm going through. I don't care if you don't understand what's going on here but let me explain it to you: your job is to make sure my friend here doesn't die. Got it? You can give up on ordering me around any minute now because I'm not in the goddamn mood to listen to it." Carly snaps, tears of rage streaming down her face.

The rest of the ride is mainly silent, save for a few sniffles and sobs from the blonde. With her luck, someone will be at the hospital and this'll be front page news tomorrow.

When they arrive at the hospital, Portia immediately takes Jason's gurney and brings it to a trauma room with a slew of nurses behind her. At least he's getting five star treatment, she thinks, sitting down slowly in a chair.

He got shot protecting her. And now he could die because of it.

"Carly, what's going on here?" Sam asks, storming over.

"Jason," she starts, voice breaking and unsteady as she continues, "got shot outside the courthouse. They're, uh, taking a look at him right now."

"What?" Sam asks, disbelief evident in her tone. "How did he get shot?"

"We were leaving the courthouse and I was fighting with him over driving home and I noticed these three guys, they had guns aimed at us. He noticed and I was stuck there, wondering what the hell they were doing outside of the courthouse and he shoved me out of the way. But," she continues, feeling shame and dread crawl into her veins as she watches it unfold again mentally, "he was too late in saving himself. He got shot in the chest and he fell to the ground. I kept thinking to myself, I've got to save him, I've got to save him for one of the million times he's saved me, so I call an ambulance and wrap his chest in a scarf. And I was begging him to live and bickering with the operator when, suddenly, he stopped showing any response. I don't know if he's dead or alive."

Near silent sobs are all that's heard for a few minutes by either of them, both trying their best not to scream. "He could die," Sam notes, "because of you. Because he has this need to protect you, Jason could die."

"What?" Michael asks, heartbreak evident on his face and killing Carly's heart even more. "What happened to Jason?" When he's met with silence, he asks his question again, "what happened to Jason, Mom, that Sam's blaming on you?" She meets his eyes and sees that he's begging for the truth.

"He got shot." The words seem to echo more than she expects, the full weight of them only now hitting her as she sobs loudly in the middle of the hospital, not caring who hears.

To be continued later in this life.

e

[crystalsnowmins]

Yoonmin Scenario #31

Taegimin! Au, In which Yoongi and Jimin break up on good terms and a few days later, Taehyung ask Yoongi if he can help him by pretending to be his fake boyfriend. Yoongi agrees, deeming nothing wrong with the arrangement, until one day Jimin knocks on his door and ask him that he has to play pretend with him for a few while because he hasn't told his parents that they have broken up.

In short, Yoongi is fucked when these two family meets and Yoongi has to pretend to be a boyfriend to two different people individually.

In retrospect, Yoongi should have thought everything thorough before shit was about to take down. Lying is bad kids.

Firstly, he shouldn't have pretended to be Taehyung's boyfriend when he freshly gotten out of a relationship. He shouldn't have given to Taehyung's stupid antics.

But he did anyway because him and Jimin ended things on good term, no hard feelings, or so he thought. At least not from his side. He doesn't know about Jimin, but when they broke up, it felt right.

So Yoongi didn't think why he had to dwell over a relationship that ended mutually and on good terms. He wondered why he shouldn't take Taehyung up on that offer and fuck with his parents who are homophobic in 21st century.

Secondly, he should have maybe told Jimin sooner or later than latter finding out on his own. Or, in hindsight, Yoongi should have explained the situation to both of them when they came across each other. But life fucks you up and that's that.

It's bound to make Jimin sad and Yoongi saw it, how his face changed from confused to sad when Taehyung introduced himself as Yoongi's boyfriend. And then Yoongi wondered why he didn't correct him or why did they pretend to be boyfriends in front of Jimin.

They were once in love, Jimin and him, it's heartbreaking to see your ex-boyfriend already moved on and Yoongi couldn't let Jimin feel that. He had loved him, still does a little bit, given their history, he couldn't give him wrong impression.

So they sat down and explained the situation in hand, and then he saw Jimin relaxing and Yoongi felt relieved too.

Thirdly, he should have known Jimin simply didn't come around. Something was up. He should have not accepted the offer. But goddamn, he has spoilt Jimin so much in their relationship, now the younger can pout and get his way.

That is how, he was standing in front of a room in the hospital, holding Jimin's hand and pretending to be a boyfriend for his ex-boyfriend.

In retrospect, Yoongi shouldn't have been weak to cute guys.

Jimin has explained how his mother had a heart attack and he's worried if he told her about the breakup, things will get worse. So he just wants Yoongi to pretend that they are together until his mother is stable.

For Sunday, Wednesday and Saturday, Yoongi was Jimin's boyfriend.

Other days, he was Taehyung's boyfriend, pretending to make Taehyung happy and falling in love so that his parents understand that being gay isn't just a phase and he can be happy falling in love with the same gender.

In retrospect, he should have heeded to the warning his friends put forward, but Yoongi thought he was just helping his friends out. He didn't find any harm.

Until, he realised how Kim Taehyung spent time with him when he didn't have to, since they were not in public or in the vicinity of younger's parents. He noticed things that aren't supposed to be noticed by someone who's playing pretend.

He started noticing the tan honey skin on Taehyung, his husky giggles and when he smiles genuinely, there's this boxy smile that takes place. He notices the long fingers, manicured nails and how elegant they look. He noticed how Taehyung doesn't sleep without something to cuddle, since he has been a victim of such cuddles.

And somewhere he started wondering how would kissing Kim Taehyung would feel like. Would it be clumsy like himself or would it be soft and calculated? Would it be teeth and tongue or would it be just moulding of lips? Would it be soft or chapped? (Soft, Yoongi knows because he has seen Taehyung applying lip balms and licking his lip constantly that brought the thought in first place.)

He realised sooner than he thought he would really, he was falling for Kim Taehyung and he doesn't know how he let that happen or if Taehyung feels the same. It was supposed to be fake.

When he's with Jimin, things are normal, because his movement doesn't have to be calculated. Even if it feels like a breath of fresh air with Taehyung, with Jimin it feels like that one afternoon where you just wanna let the day go by and cuddle.

With Jimin, it's easy because they have dated. It's easy to calculate and read Jimin because they were in love. Things fall naturally between them despite the fake pretense.

But as the things fall easy, a thought falls over Yoongi. If things were this simple, why did they break up? Does he really not miss how Jimin likes cuddling and attaching himself to Yoongi? Does he not miss how soft Jimin looks when he's sleeping and Yoongi feels content looking at him ? (There's always something new to notice.) Does he not miss the hushed giggles and breathlessness? The uncontrollable moans that escape Jimin when they are making love? Does he not miss pillowtalk? How Jimin talks about meeting cats just right after they had sex?

And when one evening, when he realises that he actually misses those moments with Jimin, he knows he's fucked because of course, he's still in love with Jimin.

And he's starting to love Taehyung.

Just his luck.

In retrospect, he shouldn't have kissed Taehyung when he knew he had feelings for Jimin. But all the times Yoongi dreamt of Taehyung's lips, he couldn't just push him now. He should have stopped and talked but he didn't and things escalated. Oh, it escalated, alright, with a naked Yoongi waking next to equally naked Taehyung, cuddling like-like it's right when it isn't. (Even when it felt right.)

Or maybe, since his reminiscing those days, where he could have stopped things from taking wrong turns, he shouldn't have initiated that kiss with Jimin, a week after sleeping with Taehyung, when he knew he was falling well for Taehyung, hard and fast.

But he did because Jimin was crying, and when Jimin cries, Yoongi hugs him and kiss his face, things escalated but thankfully they didn't sleep. Kissing Jimin reminded Yoongi of all the things he loved about Jimin.

Namjoon would question, what the hell is wrong with you dude?

Yoongi would say, he doesn't know.

And leading them both was a wrong, wrong thing, bad Yoongi. Really.

Which led every wrong turns to this major wrong turn, a clash between Park and Kim family and a tiny Min Yoongi standing between them. He doesn't know whom to side with.

The ladies of Park and Kim family are in heated argument about who's boyfriend really Min Yoongi is?

Little shits are scared to open their mouth and they should feel ashamed of their stupid plan. Or maybe Yoongi should feel stupid because even being an adult, he agreed to these stupid arrangements.

Yoongi glares at them and gestures them to come clean because if things turn to him, he will run. He hasn't felt this much embarssment since he peed his pants when he was 7 years old.

"There's a thing called polymorous relationship kids are doing these days, maybe that's what it is," Kim Seokjin finds the situation amusing as he says that and drink from his wine glass.

Yoongi glares.

"Yoongi-ah and Jiminie has been dating for two years now," Mrs Park flaunts.

"That's bullshit! Yoongi has been dating my son for about eight months now," She argues.

Technically, he started fake-dating Taehyung 3 months ago, but the lovely son lied his ass off.

"Jimin-ah, are you dating both of them?" Jimin's mother ask him and Jimin blushes and says no, says he's only dating Yoongi. That doesn't make it easier when they aren't dating. "Don't lie, Jiminie," His mother patiently ask again and Jimin is insistent.

"He's right, we aren't dating him and neither he's dating us, It's just Yoongi and I," Taehyung clears and that...doesn't make it easier because again, they aren't dating for real.

Which leads to another argument about who's really Yoongi dating?

"Ladies," Seokjin gets their attention, honestly, why is he here in the first place? "The only person who knows the truth, is Min Yoongi himself," Oh no, and all the eyes turn to him.

Fuck this shit. Fuck Kim Seokjin. Fuck his life. Fuck Taehyung and Fuck Jimin. Not literally.

He takes a deep bteath, if those two brats aren't going to come clean, he will. Because fuck it hurts.

"Jimin-ah," He simply says and offers his hand. Taehyung looks worried and a little hurt. Mrs. Park look satisfied and Mrs. Kim looks confused. "Let's tell her," He nods calmly.

"Hyung, no." Jimin worries his lower lips.

"We'll tell her calmly, okay? I'm tired, hyung can't run two paths, Jimin-ah, let's end this pretense here, please." It's whispers between them, nobody could hear them but everybody is equally intrigued.

Jimin looks and for the first time maybe he notices and tries to understand what Yoongi is going through. How he wakes up on Tuesday and had to rush to Taehyung for a family breakfast. How he smiles when he talks about Taehyung, how he says that Taehyung slept over again but he doesn't mind. How he fondly complains that Taehyung hogs the bed and blanket and how he cuddles like a monster. But it's fond. It hurts but he understands now. That's why Yoongi chose him to confess because he doesn't love him, he loves someone else and Jimin should let go.

So he nods and they make their way to Jimin's mother. The kneel in front of her and Yoongi takes her wrinkled hands in his.

"Eommeoni, whatever we tell you, take it calmly and do not panic." He smiles. "Jimin and I broke up three months ago-" She opens her mouth to ask.

"Eomma, just listen to him," Jimin asks of her.

"We broke up when you had your first heart attack and Jimin was sad, he didn't know whom to turn to. So when he asked me to pretend for a while until you are stable, I decided to help him because I couldn't see you both hurt in anyway. I know you thought we'd last for long and possibly have a future, But we fell out and we fell out on good terms." He turns to Jimin who nods at this and smiles.

"I love him and I guess I always has and I always will," He feels eyes on him, more prominent Jimin's. "But things wouldn't have worked out between us, I know. I rather have him as a friend than a lover because I don't want to lose Jimin, I want him as a friend. And this is good for us, so don't worry. Jimin... he'll find someone, someone who will love him more and better." Yoongi smiles and looks at Jimin who is smiling, relieved.

"And don't worry about whom Jimin choose, we will go through the guy together so that we know our Jiminie doesn't end up with someone bad," Jimin let's out a wet chuckle as well as his mother. He kisses Mrs. Park forehead and rubs her tears.

"I hope you're no mad at us, we only wanted to look out for you, even it was unconventional." He hugs her.

"I couldn't be mad at you Yoongi, after everything you have done for my Jiminie. It will suck that we lost you but I wouldn't force you guy to try again." She says and pats his back.

"You never lost me, I'm here, one call and I'll be there." He promises and she nods.

He turns to Jimin and kisses his forehead as well, apologising for everything. Jimin says he's fine even when Yoongi chides at him for lying.

"Then I'll be fine," He promises.

When he gets up, he looks around. Everybody's eyes are on him, waiting for an explanation.

"See, I told you, hyung and I are dating," Kim Taehyung speaks and Yoongi realises he cannot carry with that as well because it hurts knowing you love someone and they don't love you.

"Taehyung, come on," He offers his hand. And he understands immediately.

"Hyung, no." He parrots Jimin's earlier words.

"Tae-"

"They wouldn't understand-please, I'll tell them later," Taehyung pleads but Yoongi still pulls him.

"I don't wanna do this anymore, Taehyung." Yoongi sharply says only because Taehyung was being difficult. "Is that enough reason for you tell now?" He asks and let go of his hands because fuck, it has always hurt.

"Mrs. Kim," He greets.

"Yoongi,"

"Taehyung and I weren't dating, we only pretended to date so that you would understand that it's okay for Taehyung to be gay and in love with another male. We mean no harm, I hope you can find it in you to forgive us." Yoongi wasn't kneeling nor was he holding Mrs. Kim's hand because they weren't close but he was as respectful and polite as ever.

She opens her mouth confusedly-

"Eomma, let's talk later, at home. I promise I'll explain everything." Taehyung pleads and she nods.

"I hope you understand that Taehyung wasn't pretending to be happy. He was genuinely happy, even with the thought of dating another man. It's not a phase, please accept him as he is. He only went through all this because he wants your blessing." Yoongi finishes and takes a deep breath.

"I don't know what to say," Taehyung's mother speak.

"I don't expect you to, but I hope you forgive me." He bows down to her one final time and face Taehyung.

"Taehyung-"

He raise his hand, a cold expression on his face unlike how Jimin took the news.

"Dont sweet talk to me," He says without even looking.

"I only did this because you're my friend and you knew we took-"

"I-I don't wanna be your friend. I-" He doesn't say anything. "Eomma, let's go." He redirects his attention to his mother, leaving Yoongi hanging.

"Stay, the party is still going on. If that's all, I'll take my leave," Yoongi announces and looks around. He bows down and decide to leave. When he's outside, he takes a deep breath of cold air, feeling a little relieved but a lot more hurt. Hurried footsteps follow him and he waits.

The person stands next to him, "That was very mature of Yoongi."

"Thanks, hyung." He smiles at him. "Don't think I forgot how you almost jeopardise everything."

And Seokjin had the audacity to wink.

"You know what I wanna do?" They start walking.

"Make this as a career?" Seokjin jokes and Yoongi unimpressively looks at him. "Too soon for such jokes?" He wonders and Yoongi nods.

"I wanna go home and sleep like dead and wake up to the day when Taehyung asked me to be his fake boyfriend." He has reevaluated it and he knows that day, he should have said no.

"If it was so easy to change the past, you think people would have regrets?"

And it makes Yoongi think about it for the whole night.

They walk, not knowing where they are going.

"Hyung, how come you were there?"

"A little birdie told me that Parks and Kims are attending the same function, I couldn't resist to see the disaster taking place."

"Thanks, Hyung. I'm glad you find my misery amusing."

"Always."

"How the hell did you even get in without an invitation?"

"With a face like mine, I could get in anywhere."

"True."

"I'm almost like a God."

"Almost makes a difference."

Jin flips him for that.

"Hey, Hyung? If you really are God, can you make sure Jimin and Taehyung are okay after this?"

It's after two weeks of not mopping but still being sluggish, Yoongi opens the door to Mrs. Kim.

"Mrs. Kim?"

"You don't look too well too," She secretively smiles. Yoongi scratches his neck. She passes him a box.

"I was visiting Turkey and I bought some Turkish sweets." She explains and Yoongi nods, almost lost. "I won't take much your time."

"Please come in," He moves aside. But she shakes her head no and smile.

"I just wanted to apologise, you were right about Taehyung being gay. As a mother I should have accepted him sooner. If I would have, things wouldn't have turned out like this. I'm sorry for dragging you through our family dramas." She speaks fastly but also genuinely.

"I don't mind-"

"A month ago, I called Taehyung and we talked about him being gay. I told him I accepted him and that I'm proud that he didn't try to hide. I told him I'm happy-oh?" She looks behind Yoongi to see Jimin standing there cluelessly. He bows down to her.

"Is it a wrong time?" She asks, her smile seems forced now.

"No, no, I'll be in the room." Jimin instead answers and leaves.

"Where was I? Oh, right. I told him I was happy for him and I accepted him. At that time I didn't know he was dating you out of pretense and he didn't come clean then as well." She speaks after that, her speech was hurried but it was different type of hurried. Like she wanted to be done with and leave. "I just-i don't know why he kept lying even after I accepted him and that's why I wanted to apologise, even after everything, Taehyung still dragged you." She breathes and nods to herself.

"I-I don't know what to say." He looks bewildered at the revelation.

"I don't expect you to," She smiles. "But I hope you can forgive him." She says and bows down, taking a leave as soon as she came.

Yoongi enters the kitchen and places the gift on the table. Jimin sitting there, munching on nachos and completing his assignment.

"What was that all about?" He asks with mouth full.

"Taehyung's mother already accepted him and he still kept fake dating," Yoongi concludes after he told Jimin about the conversation that took place. "Why would he do that?"

"Are you stupid?" Jimin scoffs as he tries to slide the Turkish delights towards himself but Yoongi swats his hand away for calling his hyung stupid.

Yoongi looks at him for an explanation and Jimin rolls his eyes.

"Why did he indeed lie to you, hyung?" Jimin presses and Yoongi looks back, shrugs. "Aish, so clueless," he shakes his head. "He likes you or even love you." He even spelt the word love to Yoongi so that his hyung wouldn't have trouble understanding.

"I-"

Yoongi doesn't know what to say. He's at loss of words. Taehyung loves him?

"Hyung, you too love taehyung, dont you?" Jimin asks sweetly and Yoongi nods because he does, he still does. "You should tell him," He suggests and slowly takes away Yoongi's Turkish delights while he's processing.

"How-I don't even know if it's true!" Yoongi argues.

"It is, trust me." Jimin pouts. "Why would he lie when he got what he wanted? Because he wanted to stay with you. Keep pretending go be your boyfriend. Because once you fake breakup with him, you'd leave him." And as Jimin kept explaining, it started making sense a little.

"Hyung, I know how Taehyung looks at you, it's how we looked at each other once when we were in love. And hyung, you love him, he loves you. You do the math, you'll get the answer. You should submit first then. Because Taehyung doesn't have the correct equation yet, not until someone tells him what does addition symbol do. You love him, you know he loves you. He loves you but he doesn't know you love him, hyung." And Jimin was babbling, he was eating Yoongi's Turkish delights and the powdered sugar coated his lips. He looked like the least selective person who should be giving advices.

But fuck, "It's scary whatever you said made sense." Yoongi points out. He does have the complete equation, he should simply add and get an answer and he has to submit first. Fuck. He loves Taehyung and Taehyung loves him back. Fuck.

"What do I do?" He wonders panicking, pacing around the kitchen.

"You go to him and confess," Jimin shrugs, licking the chocolate from his fingers. Yoongi looks at him like he has third eye on his forehead. "What? Don't be a wuss hyung, just confess and I say you do it now because Mrs. Kim must have had the wrong idea when she saw me here." And then he's back to his assignment.

And fuck, how didn't Yoongi realise that? That's why she left in a hurry.

"Park Jimin, you're genius," Yoongi breathes out and cups his face to kiss his forehead with a big, wet smack. Jimin pushes him away annoyed but still a blush cover his face.

"I know," He mumbles to himself.

And half an hour later, Yoongi is standing in front of Taehyung's apartment, ringing his doorbell and hoping Mrs. Kim didn't arrive before him while he was still sorting his thoughts.

The door open and Kim Taehyung, in all his glory, stares confusedly at Yoongi who's panting like a dog.

"Did-did your mom come he-here?" He pants out.

"Uh no," Taehyung answers. "What are you doing here? Are you okay?" He wonders and wait for Yoongi to calm down in front of his vestibule. "Did you take the stairs? The elevator works just fine, you know?" Taehyung snorts, leans against the door frame, hands folded on his chest.

Yoongi looks up to glare at him but it dies down because how soft Taehyung looks and then Yoongi once again realises how much he loves Kim Taehyung.

"Fuck," Yoongi takes deep breath and stands straightly. "I love you," He says without beating around the bush. "Fuck, I love you. And before your delusional ass say anything else, I know you love me too, so don't pretend." Yoongi warns. Taehyung stand up straight too, looking alarmed and Yoongi is satisfied.

"And even if you dont, I do. I love you, Kim Taehyung." He breathes out, body requiring more oxygen than usual.

"Why didn't you tell me anything? Why didn't you tell me your mom was fine with your sexuality?" Yoongi asks, ruffling his hair. He knows why but he wants to hear from Taehyung himself.

"She-uh, she told you?" He meekly ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Yes," Yoongi huffs. "Why didn't you say anything?" He presses.

"Because I thought you didn't love me!" Taehyung throws his hands up in exasperation, then brings it back to clutch his hair. "I thought if I tell you, you'll find me clingy and what not. And fuck! I thought you still loved Jimin." He frustratingly snaps, looking anywhere but at Yoongi. Tg2ey should take it inside but Yoongi cannot bring himself to care.

"Of course I love Jimin," Yoongi mumbles and Taehyung let's out a fake chuckle. Yoongi is immediate to correct himself. "He's my ex Taehyung, I loved him once. And he's my friend. We've been together for two years, it takes time to let go." He calmly explains to Taehyung and moves closer. If Taehyung notices, he doesn't move back.

"I love him as a friend, nothing more. Because I couldn't love him anything other than that when I was completely in love with you," As Yoongi says this, he takes Taehyung's chin and make him face Yoongi. "I still am," He confirms, looking at Taehyung's lips. "And I missed you and I don't think you're clingy, just when you cuddle and hog stuffs," He gets a rightful punch from Taehyung and grins.

"God, Taehyung, I'll do anything to prove you that I love you and not Jimin." He looks deeply into his eyes to prove his point.

"Anything?" Taehyung playfully smirks.

"I don't like what you're thinking," Yoongi worries.

"You said anything." Taehyung sings songs. "I'll let you know soon," He promises. "Starting, how about you kiss me so that it can prove how much you missed me?" Yoongi quirks.

And he kisses him like he missed him, alright. He kisses him like he missed his body, he kisses him until Taehyung breathlessly returns the confession around his mouth.

And he kisses him as a real boyfriend would.

***

Because I love taegi. No other reason.

Before yall go around saying it's technically Taegi Scenario, which is technically but it had yoonmin and that's all the reason I want to make it as a Yoonmin Scenario. Adios.