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Aid - Chapter 4/13

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - Island Mode, No Game Spoilers, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Grinding, Wet Dreams, Anal Fingering, Friends With Benefits, Getting Together, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex

Summary: Everyone is hot and half naked because of their beach vacation. Soda is horny and tries to do something about it. Gundham tries to help and does. It all gets a little out of hand.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

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This Chapter: Soda is slowly realizing his relationships might be changing. Soda has some feelings, Gundham has a secret, and both of them blow off some steam.

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Once he was out of Nagito’s sight, Soda stopped and looked around. Gundham had gone to the beach? He said he didn’t like the ocean or whatever, but now he was apparently going to the beach on his own? Had he just made an excuse earlier cus he didn’t want to hang out with everyone?

Had Gundham just not wanted to hang out with him?

Soda hesitated. Gundham might just get even more annoyed with him if he showed up and crashed his secret beach time. Maybe he really should just take the food back to his own room, eat way too much, maybe cry a little, then pass out for the night. That sounded like an alright plan…

But his dumbass already had told everyone he was taking food to Gundham, meaning Gundham would definitely find out that Soda had purposely not looked for him and get even more pissed. God damnit. He really couldn’t deal with it if Gundham hated him.

He started walking towards the beach. If Gundham got mad he could just play dumb and say he was going for a swim, he was still in his swimsuit after all.

It wasn’t a great plan but, hey, it was a plan.

He wasn’t really sure what he’d find; Gundham swimming, or exercising, or taming animals, or like, trying to summon a demon. But when he got to there, Gundham was simply standing still, dressed once again in his swim shorts and scarf, staring out at the ocean with a troubled look on his face.

Something about it made Soda feel like he was seeing something private. Like Gundham really wouldn’t want him there.

Before he could even think about leaving, Gundham turned his head and caught sight of him. He looked surprised and… embarrassed?

“My… Kazuichi, for what purpose have you disturbed my dark meditation?” He didn’t look mad, but Soda could tell he wasn’t happy to see him. Ouch. Fair, but still ouch.

“Uh, Teruteru made food for everyone so… I thought maybe you’d want to eat some too?” He awkwardly shifted the bowl in his hands.

“Ah, if you are simply here to deliver sustenance, you may do so and leave.” Gundham gestured dismissively to a spot on the ground where he had laid out a towel.

Oh shit, he was actually super mad wasn’t he, Gundham must be one of those guys who just never yells when he’s actually pissed, just gets quiet and scary. Shit. Fuck. At least he was used to being yelled at, he didn’t know how to deal with quiet angry people. He really needed to apologize.

“Look Gundham, I’m really fuckin’ sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“You are sorry?” Gundham looked surprised. God, he must think Soda is a real piece of shit to be surprised that he’d try to apologize. Soda’s chest felt tight. He was actually gonna cry. Gundham definitely already hated him.

“Y-yeah, I- look it was stupid and I’m stupid and I really didn’t mean to be so god d-damn shitty to you, I was just…” A stupid selfish asshole? An idiot chasing tail? The same useless fuck-up he had always been? God he wasn’t even worth the time Gundham was giving him to apologize. And now he was crying like some kind of pussy.

Gundham was standing in front of him now, Soda looked at the ground. Gundham didn’t need to see how ugly his face was when he was crying like a little bitch, and Soda didn’t want to see the look Gundham’s face when he realised just how truly pathetic he was.

“I just so- so fucking stupid and useless and-” He felt a hand on his naked shoulder.

“My sweet companion, I do not know what it is you are trying to apologize for,” Gundham pulled him close to his bare chest and began to gently stroke his hair “but I am certain it is not worth shedding your precious tears over.”

Soda sniffed, grossly, against Gundham’s shoulder “I t-totally ditched you today. I invited you out and the I just f-fucking left you.” His arms were just hanging at his sides while Gundham tried to comfort him. He had dropped Teru’s food. He felt incredibly stupid. He was incredibly stupid.

“I believe it was I who deigned not to accompany you.” Gundham moved his hand from Soda’s hair to his cheek, gently shifting his head so he was able to look into Soda’s eyes. “You have inverted the situation, dearest friend, I fear it is I who must ask forgiveness of you.” Gundham smiled in that soft way that made Soda’s chest hurt.

“I- huh? B-but I should have-“ He averted his eyes from Gundham’s face, he didn’t deserve Gundham’s kindness.

“Then I forgive you, if that is what you wish to hear. I forgive you for all that you believe you have done wrong, and I only ask that you to grant me the pleasure of your smile in return.” The hand on Soda’s cheek slid under his chin and lifted. Soda had stopped crying, but he didn’t smile. “Do not make me call upon my Deva’s, Kazuichi, you will not be able to withstand their wrath.”

Soda laughed weakly, turning his head to rest it against Gundham’s shoulder. “You didn’t a-actually bring them to the beach right?” He sniffled a little, feeling his tears drying on his cheeks “Isn’t it dangerous for them out here in the dark?”

“Ah, you once again prove to be wise beyond my perception. The Deva’s remain safely in their lairs.” Gundham’s hand was back in his hair, stroking. “You’ve bested my deception with your dark insight, well done.” Gundham stepped back so he could look at Soda again. “Shall we partake in the rations you have fetched? Perhaps it would be best to converse after sating our hunger.”

Soda looked down at the food he had dropped, it looked like the lid had stayed on at least.

“Okay, y-yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

They sat on Gundham’s towel and ate in silence, as Soda’s shaky breathing slowly returned to normal. He always felt so unsteady after crying, it was embarrassing. At least Gundham wasn’t making fun of him for it.

“Hey, um… Sorry about all that.” He said, staring at his feet. “I swear I’m not usually such a pussy, I just… had a weird day, I guess. Shit just kinda piled up and, well… I dunno, I guess I was worried you like, hated me or something?”

“I am… quite far from hating you.” Soda looked up, but Gundham turned away from him. “Why would you think I held such a feeling for you?”

“Cus of how I ditched you earlier! Like a complete asshole! What kinda friend does that?”

“So, the guilt you felt, believing you had abandoned me, that was what caused your emotions to spill out so violently?”

“I guess, kinda… yeah?”

“Ah, then I truly do own you my most sincere of apologies.”

“What? No man, it’s fine, really.”

“But it is my weakness which caused you such sorrow.”

“Your weakness?”

Gundham stood and turned towards the ocean. “As I said, it was I who chose not to accompany you. I… wished to partake in the ritual which our comrades suggested, however, I would not have been able to.”

Not able? Didn’t Gundham just hate the ocean or something?

“It is shameful but… I am unable to traverse Poseidon’s realm.” Gundham hid the lower half of his face in his scarf as he spoke.

‘Unable to traverse’? Wait, did he mean-

“You can’t swim?” Soda was sure he was misunderstanding.

What little Soda could see of Gundham’s face turned red.

“As I said, it is quite shameful. That is why I ventured here this dark night; I wish to overcome my weakness, so that I may partake when next I am bade to an aquatic ritual.” Gundham sighed “However, it is proving quite difficult.”

So he was trying to teach himself to swim? So that he could hang out with everyone next time they wanted to play in the ocean? That was… pretty cute.

“I could teach you.” Soda had spent some time checking out a busty swim instructor at a pool one summer, he figured he probably picked something up.

“You would aid me in this?”

Soda’s heart skipped a beat when Gundham spoke that word, and he knew he was blushing. He told his dick to shut up for a minute so he could help his friend.

“Course, I don’t mind. I missed you at the beach today anyways, so it’d be cool if you came next time.” Soda scratched his face and tried not to think too much about Gundham coming. “You wanna do this now or?”

“It was my intention to begin my training tonight. Does this suit you?”

“Sure, I could go for another swim.” He smiled at Gundham. Gundham smiled at him.

“Thank you, my dearest-”

A loud laugh could be heard coming from the direction of their cabins. Apparently their friends were returning from the other island. Soda saw the embarrassed look on Gundham’s face and realised he probably didn’t want the others to know about his ‘weakness’.

“C’mon, grab your stuff and let’s find somewhere else to do this.” Soda picked up the empty bowl they had been eating from and headed towards the rocky outcrop a little further down the shore. He could hear Gundham just behind him.

The “beach” on the other side of the hill wasn’t nearly as nice. It was essentially just a small patch of sand, surrounded by the rocky outcrop so you couldn’t enjoy the cool sea breeze during the day. But that also meant it was relatively isolated from the rest of the island and they wouldn’t have to worry about the others catching them here.

Swimming, they wouldn’t have to worry about the others catching them swimming here.

Gundham spread out his towel again and Soda bent over to set the bowl down next to it. When he straightened out, Gundham was behind him, staring. There was a moment of awkwardness between them.

“Uh, I guess we should get started then?” Soda laughed awkwardly and gestured towards the water, what was with this atmosphere?

“Yes, you are right.” Gundham removed his scarf, turned, and walked towards the ocean. Was Soda imagining it or did Gundham look a little… disappointed?

Weird.

Soda followed him into the water. The sun had set like an hour ago, but it was still plenty warm out and the coolness of the water was nice. Soda waded out until the water was at his waist, before diving forwards and enjoyed being submerged in the refreshing feeling for a moment. When he resurfaced he found Gundham staring at him with a worried expression.

“Don’t worry dude, it’s not even that deep here. If you think you’re gonna go under all ya gotta do is stand up.” Soda reached out and gave him a reassuring pat on the arm. Wow, he always forgot that Gundham was actually kinda jacked. His biceps were-

A topic for another time when he wasn’t trying to help his friend learn how to swim.

“Ok so uh, I guess we should just start with floating? Or do you know how to do that already?”

Gundham looked apprehensively at the water and shook his head.

“No worries man, just like, lay back and let the water catch you.” Soda demonstrated, then righted himself. “See? Easy. Your turn.”

Gundham slowly laid back, then promptly sunk below the water. Oops. Not easy apparently.

Gundham re-emerged, blushing and gasping. He turned his gaze to the shore.

“Perhaps-”

“Don’t worry about it dude, that was my bad.” He wasn’t going to let Gundham give up that easily. “Try it again, I’ll help you stay up this time.” Soda moved next to Gundham and put his hands out to catch him. “Just lay back again, I won’t let you go under, trust me.”

Gundham took a deep breath before laying back again. Once he was on his back Soda could tell his hands were the only thing keeping Gundham above water.

“Ok, so now you gotta just, kinda, spread your arms and legs.” He though back to the swim instructor, “Like a starfish.” Gundham complied and Soda felt the weight on his palms lessen. Almost there.

“K’ now you just gotta relax.” Gundham gave him an uneasy look. “C’mon, just like, take some deep breaths and close your eyes. I’m here dude, it’ll be fine.”

With a heavy sigh Gundham closed his eyes. He began taking deep breaths and Soda could feel the tension slowly leaving his body.

Soda felt kind of proud of him. This was probably pretty tough for Gundham, opening up and trusting another person like this. Soda wasn’t sure if he’d be able to do the same thing in his place.

Looking down at Gundham, Soda felt his heart beat a little faster. His face looked almost peaceful and his hair was a little messy. Apparently whatever product Gundham used to style his hair wasn’t waterproof. Soda let his gaze wander to the rise and fall of Gundham’s chest. He swallowed. Gundham had really nice pecs. And great abs. And thighs. And from what he remembered-

No, bad dick, helping Gundham comes first.

But maybe Gundham wouldn’t mind some help from his dick too?

“Is my form off?”

“W-what.” Gundham had opened his eyes at some point.

“I feel as though I am properly ‘floating’ now, but you seem to be examining my form quite closely. Am I doing something incorrectly?”

“Oh, no. You’re doing great. I was just…” Thinking about your dick. “Uh, anyways, why don’t we try a front float now?”

Soda waited until Gundham was standing and demonstrated floating on his stomach.

“So same deal as before, I’ll hold you up, so just focus on letting your body relax.”

Gundham lay forward, with much less apprehension than before, and Soda placed a hand on his stomach to support him.

God, Gundham’s abs. Soda couldn’t help but rub his hand over them a little, pretending he was adjusting his grip. Yeah, he was trying to focus on helping Gundham, but it was okay to be a little turned on right? Staring at Gundham’s back muscles wasn’t really helping the situation either. Why was Gundham in such good shape? Was training animals really that much work?

Focus Soda.

“You alright Gundham? Ready to try actually moving a bit?”

He felt Gundham tense up a bit, but he nodded anyways.

“Ok, I’ll keep holding you up for now so don’t worry. Just try kicking your legs a bit.”

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Soda wasn’t sure how long they had been out there. He just knew Gundham was now able to do a passable breast stroke and that he had lost track of how many times he had blanked out just staring at Gundham’s body. He did know he had been caught more than once though. And that he had caught Gundham doing the same thing at least twice.

Gundham definitely didn’t need Soda to hold him up while he floated anymore, but he asked to do it again anyways, saying he wanted to focus on his form. Soda obliged, and Gundham didn’t ask why he placed one hand under his thigh this time, didn’t ask when Soda began to lightly squeeze and rub. Soda didn’t mention the quiet moan that escaped Gundham’s lips when he moved his hand to his ass, didn’t mention the growing bulge in Gundham’s trunks, just moved closer so Gundham could feel the one in his. Gundham didn’t stop him, instead he just stood, slowly, and pulled Soda in by his hips.

“Aid me.” Gundham pressed his cock into Soda’s hip, and breathed against his ear. “Please.”

Soda didn’t even have time to think about the way that word had gone straight to his dick. He grabbed Gundham’ hand and headed for shore.

He sat on Gundham’s towel, only to be pushed onto his back a second later. Gundham kneeled between his thighs and cradled his cheek.

“My sweet companion.” He whispered before ducking his head and kissing down Soda’s neck. Soda bucked his hips a little and slid a hand into Gundham’s hair.

“Fuuck, Gundham.” He moaned his name and bucked his hips again, the angle wasn’t right, he wasn’t getting the friction he wanted. He let out a frustrated groan.

Gundham must have understood what he wanted though. He slid his hands down Soda’s body and grabbed him by the hips, lifting them and pulling them flush with his own. Gundham lightly bit down on his shoulder and began thrusting against him. It wasn’t perfect, their cocks weren’t quite lined up right, but the friction caused by their swim shorts rubbing against each other as Gundham moved was still maddening.

“A-ah… my dearest… I- hah.” Gundham was moving quickly, nipping and licking at Soda’s neck and shoulders as he drove his hips forward. He was quietly moaning, his grip on Soda’s hips began to tighten, and his thrusts were growing stronger as he pulled Soda against him. He looked like he was already about to cum.

Gundham must have already been pretty turned on if he was getting close that fast. As hot as that was, Soda wasn’t ready for this to be over so quickly. He remembered he still needed to make Gundham scream.

“Gundham- ah- wait.” He ran a hand down Gundham’s back and squeezed his ass. Gundham slowed his thrusts. “What’s the rush? Lets slow things down a little.”

Gundham swallowed and stopped moving his hips. “Ah, my dark consort, I apologize. I was-” Gundham slid a hand back up to Soda’s cheek “Overcome.”

Soda shivered at the word. He didn’t think he had ever heard that tone in Gundham’s voice before. And ‘dark consort’ was new too, wasn’t it?

He wasn’t here to analyze Gundham’s speech though.

Soda squeezed Gundham’s ass again and moved his hands up to his chest, shoving slightly. Gundham got the hint and leaned back, only for Soda to follow him up. He placed his hands on Gundham’s shoulders and pushed him back until he was sitting so Soda could straddle his hips. Soda had planned to take the initiative, but Gundham didn’t give him time to.

Gundham’s hand found Soda’s hip, rubbing slightly before slipping onto his ass and kneading. He ran his other hand up Soda’s chest, teasing a nipple with his thumb before replacing it with his mouth. Soda gasped and tightened his grip on Gundham’s shoulders. He had though about sucking on girls’ tits before, but he never realised it would feel so good to have someone do it to him.

“Shit, Gundham.” He ground his hips down into Gundham’s. Gundham hummed in response, his deep voice resonating through Soda’s chest as he switched his attention to his other nipple.

Soda started grinding in earnest, enjoying the way he could feel Gundham’s breath catch against his skin. He reached down to free his cock from his shorts, then moved to do the same for Gundham. He couldn’t really see with Gundham still mouthing at his chest, so he did a bit of feeling around first instead. He traced Gundham’s abs with his fingers and used them as a guide down to Gundham’s cock. God, he forgot how big it was. He rubbed it through his shorts before finally freeing it. He couldn’t help it, he pushed Gundham back a bit so he could see his cock properly.

No fucking wonder he had sucked Gundham off in the beach house. His cock was just so… appetizing. He could literally feel himself salivating at the sight of it. He remembered how thick and warm and heavy it had been in his mouth last time. He wanted that again. He wanted it and he wondered if it would feel just as good in his ass.

His dick twitched but his mind froze. He probably wasn’t ready for that.

Yet.

Gundham was watching him. Waiting.

“What do you desire my consort?” There was that hand on his cheek again. He looked from Gundham’s cock to his face, his beautiful, flushed face. Gundham licked his lips. Soda followed the movement of his tongue with his eyes, and found himself focusing on Gundham’s mouth.

Fuck, he kind of wanted to kiss him.

Was that allowed? They had never really laid down any ground rules for their… relationship? No. Pact. That’s what Gundham had called it, and it was probably safest to just keep calling it that. Nice and vague. Obviously getting each other off was the main thing with their ‘pact’, they were just two bros helping each other relieve some tension, right? Did that make them fuck-buddies? Did people kiss their fuck-buddies? He’s pretty sure they did in movies, but then they always ended up falling in love, and he didn’t want that.

Right?

“Dearest consort?” Oops, guess he had been spacing out.

“Sorry, it’s just-” Probably best to just ask if they could kiss right? “I was um, t-thinking about your tongue? And like, uh y-your lips? Um- sorry.” or not. He had sucked this mans dick but somehow thinking about kissing him was turning him into a stuttering mess.

“Mmm, fret not, my consort, I understand.” Gundham gave him one of those soft smiles that did things to his heart and slid a hand down Soda’s neck, the back up, resting it on the back of his head.

Oh shit, okay. Here goes nothing then.

Gundham brought his other hand up to Soda’s chest and pushed him backwards. They ended up in the same position they had started in, only now with their cocks out and Soda’s legs spread wide. He wasn’t sure why they had to be in this position to kiss, but he wasn’t about to complain. He was all to aware how easy it would be for Gundham to fuck him in this position, and he was too distracted by how turned on that thought made him to notice Gundham was currently moving away from his lips.

Gundham was kissing his chest again, pausing to lick one of his nipples and give it a light suck before moving his head lower.

Oh.

No kissing then.

Soda felt… complicated. And complicated could wait.

The lips on his stomach reminded him he was about to get blown, and the hand wrapping around his dick reminded him that he was horny as hell.

Yeah, complicated could definitely wait.

Gundham was just barely pumping Soda’s dick. Teasing, Soda realised, getting him extra excited for the main event. Gundham kissed just below his belly button, then pulled away, making Soda whine. Gundham smiled and shushed him, pulling Soda’s swim trunks all the way off and moving back to where he had been, punctuating his action with another kiss below Soda’s belly button and a squeeze of his dick.

Gundham resumed his downward path, planting more kisses on Soda’s abdomen, each one getting just a little bit closer to his cock. Then, right when Soda thought there wasn’t anywhere else for Gundham to kiss, he lifted one of Soda’s legs and began to kiss along his thigh instead.

More teasing?

Soda couldn’t stand it.

He loved it.

He let out a frustrated moan. Gundham laughed and hummed into his thigh, then bit down gently. Soda couldn’t stop his hips from bucking a little, up into the barely moving hand Gundham still had on his dick. The friction felt good, so he did it again. Gundham used the hand he had lifted Soda’s leg with to hold his hip still and switched his attention to his other thigh. Soda couldn’t take it anymore.

“Gundham please! Stop teasing!”

“Were you not the one who said we should ‘slow things down’?” Gundham laughed against the spot where his thigh met his groin. Soda loved it and hated it.

“Y-yeah but c’mon, isn’t this a little too slow?”

“Mmm, then if that is your desire” Gundham finally put his mouth on Soda’s cock.

He kissed the tip gently before running his lips down the side and licking his way back up. Then he opened his mouth and sucked.

“Ah Gundham.” Soda couldn’t believe how good it felt. Gundham took more of his cock into his mouth and began to bob his head. Soda’s head shot back, and he felt like he was going to die from pleasure.

Gundham’s mouth was wet and warm and tight around his cock, and his tongue kept working along his shaft, making him feel things he could hardly describe. Soda knew he was moaning Gundham’s name, over and over, but he couldn’t stop. Every time Gundham pulled back he sucked hard on Soda’s cock and the only thing stopping Soda from thrusting up into Gundham’s mouth was that strong hand on his hip. He didn’t know where the hand on his thigh had gone, he couldn’t focus long enough to find it. He reached for the one on his hip and covered it with his own. Gundham moaned around his cock and laced his fingers through Soda’s, shifting so he could use his forearm to keep Soda’s hips pinned in place.

He was going to cum. He squeezed Gundham’s hand and looked down at him, trying to get his attention, trying to warn him in case he didn’t want Soda cumming in his mouth.

But the second he saw Gundham’s face, lips wrapped around his cock, eyes locked with his, and flushed the same way it had been when Soda had been sucking his cock, it was over. His hips were bucking against Gundham’s arm and he was cumming down his throat, his name on his lips. He could feel more than hear Gundham moaning around his cock, and the vibrations kept him at in ecstasy for just a little longer, before becoming to be to much for his sensitive cock.

“Gundham, please, it’s too much.” Gundham moaned again and pulled off his cock. He went back to Soda’s thighs, no longer gently kissing and teasing, but sucking and biting. Soda was vaguely aware of Gundham’s shoulder shifting rapidly.

“S-soda!” He squeezed Soda’s hand and buried his face into the crook of his thigh. He was so taken aback by Gundham actually calling him ‘Soda’ that it took him a moment to realise Gundham was cumming.

Oh, so that’s where that hand went.

Gundham kept his face pressed into Soda’s thigh for a moment, panting, before kissing it for a final time and crawling back up Soda’s body, releasing his hand only long enough to unhook his arm from around Soda’s leg before intertwining their fingers once again.

“You know I could have, uh, done that for you.” Wasn’t the whole idea of the pact thing to get each other off anyway?

“I’m sorry, my dear companion.” Gundham raised their clasped hands to his lips and kissed Soda’s fingers. “I simply could not resist. Between how beautiful you appeared in your ecstasy and sweetly you were calling my name-” Gundham sighed and smiled, looking into Soda’s eyes “I was bewitched.” He twisted their hands to kiss Soda’s knuckles without looking away.

It made Soda blush harder than anything else they had done.

That complicated feeling was coming back.

He never asked if it was alright to kiss him. He still hadn’t made Gundham scream.

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“How long has it been since Diavolo’s henchmen attacked?” Abbacchio pondered, as he gazed out at the rising full moon.

“Hm, there was a quarter moon on the day of the attack, so I assume it’s been a week since,” Fugo explained. The two harpies had been vigilantly keeping watch for the past few days, with the rest of Risotto’s pod, especially Prosciutto, patrolling the waters around the island to watch for any danger. So far, there was no sign of their return, but they were better safe than sorry.

But the passage of a week meant something more special for Bruno: it was the time to have the bandages of his wing removed and his injury examined by Giorno. He walked down the path leading to Giorno’s hut, which had been smoothened and covered in soft wet sand, to make it more accessible for Risotto and the other mermen.

Risotto followed Bruno down the path, wearing his scarf as usual as well as the hat Bruno had made for him. All the time he had spent on land had served him nicely as he was now quite adept outside the water, as long as he kept himself moist.

He wriggled along the sandy path beside Bruno, who slowed his pace to let his legless lover keep up. On land, Risotto moved much like a seal: he rhythmically undulated his body and tail forwards in a rippling motion, while using his elbows for leverage. It was faster, and less abrasive on his tail than dragging himself, but he looked incredibly silly moving in such a fashion and Bruno couldn’t help but hold back a giggle.

Risotto felt a slight hint of embarassment at his awkward means of locomotion. “Gee, Bruno, I’m sorry you have to see me like this. In the water I’m a lot more dignified, I’m not exactly built for land.”

Bruno smiled down at the flopping merman. “Don’t bother yourself too much with it, Riz,” he reassured. “I appreciate that you’re making do with what you have and trying your best to spend time with me. Besides…I do think your wriggling is rather adorable,” he added with warm, friendly chuckle.

Risotto blushed and paused mid-wiggle. “A-adorable? Y-you think the way I move is adorable?” He’d always despised that one flaw of himself, how he had to pathetically struggle about outside his natural environment, as clumsy as a fish out of water, which he was, in a way. He never expected that someone, let alone a harpy, would find that endearing about him.

Bruno laughed. “There’s a lot adorable about you, Riz, but especially that wiggle. Now come on, keep going, Giorno’s waiting for the two of us!” Bruno continued on his way as Risotto resumed his wriggling, but this time, with much more confidence. It was an ‘adorable’ wriggle, after all.

Soon the two reached Gio’s hut, where he had prepared a large tub to accommodate Risotto. “I’ll be checking on your wounds in a minute,” Gio reassured the merman, “But first I have to check on Bruno’s wing.”

Risotto sat himself into the tub and sighed in relief as the warm water immersed his exhausted tail. “It’s alright, I don’t mind.”

“Alright, Bruno, come this way,” Giorno guided. “If you can, please sit over here.”

“BUT NOT ON ME!” a tiny voice cried out. “WATCH IT, BIRD BOY!”

Bruno wheeled around in surprise to see the source of the voice, which seemed to have come from a little wooden drinking-cup that sat on one end of Giorno’s examining table. Bruno looked closely, and to his amazement, it was a tiny merman– scarcely a few inches in length.

“Is this tiny fellow also one of Risotto’s podmates?” Bruno said in a fascinated tone. “I didn’t know they came to be this small…”

“That’s Formaggio,” Risotto explained. “He’s mastered the art of size-shifting and claims he’s skilled in magics.” Bruno’s eyes widened in wonder. “You’re a spellmaker like Giorno too? What else can you do?” he eagerly asked the miniscule mer.

Formaggio scratched his head in confusion. “Well, so far…just this.”

“And it shows what a GREAT magic user you are,” said Ghiaccio sarcastically, as he reclined in a nearby tub of water that had been filled with chunks of ice.

“Ghiaccio’s healing well but he’s not very cooperative,” Giorno explained, as he unbandaged Bruno’s wing. “That’s why I brought Formaggio along, he seems to be the only one in the pod able to cheer him up. And it’s a good thing Formaggio’s shrinking comes in handy cause I’m all out of tubs!”

“I’m usually a lot bigger, trust me,” Formaggio insisted.

“Bruno’s wing has healed up perfectly well,” diagnosed Giorno, as he examined Bruno on his table. “He should be good to try out flying by tomorrow morning, he’ll need a day or two to get used to flying again. I’ll come with him, in case he needs any help.”

“And I’ll come too,” Trish added, who had been perched on a rafter on the roof of the hut, polishing her bow. “Bruno is still a target, if he comes out into the open we might need to defend him.” Risotto nodded in agreement. “Count me in.”

The wooden door opened with a creak as Fugo walked into the hut. “We’re all clear for today,” he announced, much to the relief of everyone present. “The weather’s getting colder too, the wind is quite chilly out there."

"Wait, it’s the third full moon of fall, isn’t it?” Formaggio said excitedly. He climbed out of his cup, flopped his way across the table and jumped onto Ghiaccio with a flick of his tail, landing softly onto his fluffy blue head. “You hear that, ice boy? It’s gonna be winter in a few weeks time!”

“And I can’t wait any longer, dammit!” Ghiaccio replied gleefully with a laugh. It came as a surprise to everyone, harpy and merman alike: they’d never seen Ghiaccio this jolly unless his little companion was around.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go check on our…inmate,” Fugo replied, as he turned to leave and soared off.

He alighted next to a thick tree in the woods, where Narancia and Mista were standing next to a bamboo cage suspended from a tree, inside which Zucchero grumbled angrily, munching on an apple.

“So, my trusty wardens, any progress?” he asked the two.

“Nope, nada, it’s been days, and nothing,” Mista whined. “We tried being mean to him, we tried threatening him, we tried being nice to him and giving him food…”

“Too nice, actually,” Narancia complained. “He said he’d talk if we kept feeding him apples but now I think it was just a trick for free food.”

“You’re all hospitable fellows,” sneered Zucchero from within the cage.

“Well, surely you couldn’t have gotten some info from him at least? Anything, something useless, even?” Fugo complained, frustrated.

“Well, he did talk, a little,” Mista admitted, rustling his wings. “He said that the Luca guy always cries salty tears, that the Crimson King’s underboss once ate a frog, that he thinks our singing voices are dreadful and our dancing skills are shit…” Mista angrily knocked the cage, causing Zucchero to squeal in surprise. “Ok, so he talked a lot. But never what we wanted to know. As you said, all useless.”

“You said he hates your singing and dancing, huh….?” A sinister smirk crept across Fugo’s face. “I think that’s useful enough information…”

The sun began to rise the following morning, heralding the dawn of a new day. But instead of the silent tranquility of the early dawn, a different noise filled the air. Terrible singing and cries of despair.

“Stop it! STOP IT, I SAID!” Zucchero pleaded desperately, rattling the bars of his cage while trying to block out the noise with his wings pressed against his head.

“….OooooOoooh, we’re golden wind~” warbled Narancia in terrible off-key, while Fugo and Mista pranced about on a lower branch, flaring their wings and striking absurd poses like some bizarre avian courtship ritual. “You still not gonna talk, sugar boy? We can keep this up all day!”

“For the last time,” Fugo snapped, “Where are the Crimson King and his minions now, and why were you here?”

At this point, after a full night of torment, Zucchero’s will was beyond broken. “ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! THEY’RE NESTING IN THE STONE PILLARS BY THE NORTHERN COAST AND HE SENT US TO CAPTURE GIOVANNA AND BUCCIARATI SO HE CAN KILL THEM! NOW PLEASE, PLEASE JUST STOP!!” He cried desperately, peeping miserably like a frightened baby bird.

“Well, what do you know?” Mista cackled. “Music does soothe the most savage beasts…”

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"So he's planning to kidnap and kill Bucciarati and Giorno? That's not good..." Fugo hums and frowns. "And kill them! Dont forget that Fugo!" Narancia squawks.

"I know Nara, we'll have to tell the others. Atleast we'll know the targets" Fugo goes to fly back but Mista stops him, "heyyy! What the hell do we do with sugar boy over here!?"

"do what ever you want with him. I don't care" he flies off. Mista starts chuckling and turns back to the bird, "you hear that?" "We can do whatever we want with you!" Nara laughs and the two approach the harpy. Zucchero gulps and flinches, "b-but I gave you what you wanted! Please! D-don't hurt me!" The laughs and chuckles grow as they close in on the sugar bird. Uh-oh, better wish him some luck because he's gonna need it.

#rip zucc #but awwww Bruno you are too sweet #merharpyau #submission

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four-swords-green · 5 years

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Secret Santa 2019

Happy holidays @larrytheflute9! I am your secret Santa this year :D After the beautiful piece you made for me (which I have on my phone lockscreen at the moment). I thought you deserved something which is at least half as good as the piece you made for me. I hope you enjoy it! I love the fact that you’re favourite character is Blue, so hence why he’s the star of the show :) Anyway; hope you enjoy! Once again lots of thanks to @imaginefourswords for hosting the secret santa event this year. Had lots of fun <3

It’s not that he disliked the holidays. On the contrary even. The festivities were fun, he liked the food and he loved his friends. He just didnt like the winter months it came with. He would never admit it out loud. He endured if it made his friends and family happy. Besides, Red’s cooking was to die for, even if he made a mess out of the kitchen. But Blue would never show that he actually liked helping Red clean up in the kitchen afterward. He complained, a lot, certainly. But once you got the know the Blue Link really, you’ll notice that it was all a facade. The winter and especially the cold was just a bad memory, that’s all. But Blue would never show that. The day started like normal. Vio and Blue would be the first to wake up. Vio would spend the morning reading a new book, or devising cunning strategies for the next mission their princess would send them on. Blue would make a quick breakfast, usually a sandwich or something like that. Today was something light, since Red wanted to make a huge holiday breakfast for all of them this morning. After that Blue would go to the training grounds to start his daily dose of, well, training. It would not be long until Green joined him on his morning training. Like Blue, Green enjoyed testing his limits and they were each other’s rivals and sparring partners. Blue shivered as he tried to warm up his hands with his breath. ”What’s wrong? Already tired?” Green commented with a half smirk towards his friend. Blue shrugged. “I never liked the cold, you know.” ”Oh, I know. That’s why we are going back to the house, right now. Red should have breakfast ready.” Green smiled and patted Blue on the shoulder guiding him back to the house they all shared. Blue voiced his reluctant agreement but inside was actually glad to be going back inside. The cold always reminded him of a certain ice cold cave back on their adventure. Blue shook his head trying to get himself rid of that memory. Once they were back inside they could already smell the scent of some breakfast. Green moved to the kitchen to see if Red needed any help while Blue moved himself to the living room, desperate for the warm fire place. When he entered he saw Vio still reading on the same sofa from earlier this morning but this time a certain shadow creature was sprawled over his lap, almost like a cat. When you looked closely you could see that Vio sometimes moved his hand over Shadow’s hair, almost petting him and making him comfortable. Vio looked up as he saw the Blue Link enter the room. ”Short training?” Vio asked with a hint of surprise in his voice. Shadow opened one eye to see what disturbed his pillow. Once again Blue shrugged. ”We were cold.” Blue answered bluntly. Honestly, he did not even know why he was being short with the purple link. Vio raised his eyebrows and looked outside form the window opposite of Blue. “Hmm, fortunately there’s not any snow outside so no wet clothes to make you even more cold. Should be snowing later today, though.” Vio replied and closed his book. Shadow groaned under him. Blue did not give Vio a response and instead moved himself over to the kitchen. Red saw him enter and gave him a big smile. ”Happy holidays, Blue! You’re just in time, breakfast is ready to be eaten.” Red pushed Blue towards the table and ran over towards the living room to get the other Link’s. ”Red is certainly eager to start the party.” Green commented with a smile as he sat down next to the Blue Link. Before Blue could voice a reply Red ran back in again with Vio and Shadow close behind him. Once they were all seated Blue looked with a small smile towards all the food on the table. He really, really liked Red’s cooking. ”I declare the party; started!” Red said with a cheer as he raised his glass of orange juice in mock toast. The other Link’s joined Red in the mock toast and began eating. For Blue this was easily the most relaxed part of today. After this he was supposed to get dressed in his finest clothing and then move with his friends towards the castle. But not before having the breakfast Red made for them. Blue watched on as he saw that Red had once again outdone himself. The table was filled with all kinds of breads, croissants and eggs and meat. After their huge breakfast Red cleared his throat to gain the attention of his fellow Link’s. ”Let’s exchange gifts! I have a present for someone who might use it today!” Red smiled and grabbed a nicely wrapped package from under the table. Vio agreed and got up to get his presents from downstairs. Green walked to the living roo to find his present from his hiding place and Shadow grabbed a small package from his pocket with a smirk. Blue’s present was upstairs as well so he moved towards his bedroom to retrieve it. Every year during the holidays their father and Link would exchange holiday gifts to celebrate. A tradition the Link’s continued on when they moved out from their father. This year they decided to all chip in to get a gift for their father together and have a secret santa kind of event together. All orchestrated by the Red Link who enjoyed these kinds of celebrations the most. Blue returned with his gift. This year he gt to buy a present for Shadow. The Link he admitted he knew the least. When he returned all the Link’s were waiting for him and chatted. He sat down and set the package on the table. Green moved first setting his gift in front of Red. ”I hope you like it, happy holidays!” Green smiled and mentioned for Red to open it. Red gave a huge smile and thanked Green while opening up the package. Inside was a Red apron with his name in golden letters. A complimentary chef hat was also inside. Red jumped up from his chair and hugged Green in thanks. “Thank you so much, I love it!” Red sat back down again and looked at the stuff he received in appreciation.

Shadow chuckled and grabbed his present and moved it in front of Vio. “Happy holidays.” He said with a wink. Vio smiled silently as he opened his present and inside was a small locket. “Shadow, I did not know you had an eye for jewellery.” Vio opened the locket and his eyes widened. Inside was a small portrait of them together. Vio looked closely. “Did you draw this?” Shadow nodded in pride. Lately he has been trowing himself in the arts because the princess insisted he needed a creative outlet. He scoffed at first but it turned out he was quite good at it. Vio was silent but gave a soft smile which was reserved only for Shadow. “Thank you.” ”You’re welcome.” Shadow replied softly in return. The same kind of softness only reserved for Vio. Vio put the locked around his neck and under his shirt, close to his heart. He then moved his hands to give a certain present to Green. Green smiled in thanks and opened his present silently, careful to not disrupt the tender atmosphere. Inside was a mirror shield. The one he himself had been saving up for a while now. His eyes widened. “Vio! This is way too expensive!” Vio shrugged and smiled. “But it is what you wanted, right?” Green gave him a huge grin. “It is. Thank you so much!” He held the shield and looked at all the details in the mirror, cleaning the surface with his sleeve.

Blue watched it all happen but the nervous feeling grew in his stomach. Everyone got each other such heartfelt gifts, he hoped Shadow liked his. Blue quickly grabbed his present and set it in front of Shadow. Shadow looked on with a grin as he opened the present. Inside was a book. Shadow raised his eyebrow at Blue. “You got me a book, thanks I guess?” He chuckled and opened it to read what the first page said, since the cover was just leather without any text. Blue rolled his eyes. “Just read it, smartass.” Shadow read a few words and then his other eyebrow joined the other’s raised position. Apparently it was a book about the history of Hyrule’s art, showing different examples and materials and techniques used. ”Gee Blue, I don’t know what to say...” Shadow whispered as he thumbed trough the book. “Blue chuckled. “How about thank you?” Shadow laughed and grinned at Blue. “Thanks, bud.” Blue smiled and moved his hand waving him in thanks. After that it was down to the final gift. Red smiled and walked to Blue with his gift. ”This gift is really special to me. I know you don’t like the cold. I also know why. Being frozen as a Popsicle has got to be a terrible experience.” Red tried to joke lightly in hope it made Blue feel easier. Blue felt shivers move over his spine. Ah. Why did he have to mention that? Blue asked himself feeling his cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. Red smiled softly. “And that’s okay. It’s okay to be scared sometimes and feel uncomfortable. That’s what makes us human. But, to help, I wanted to give you this so you would not feel cold anymore.” Red gave the present to blue who accepted it. Blue felt the weight of the package. It wasn’t heavy but it almost felt like it was soft inside. Blue guessed it must be some kind of scarf. He opened the present and, indeed he was rigfht. It was a thick dark blue scarf. ”I had Zelda help me with this actually, it’s handmade and infused with magic. Wear it.” Red smiled and jumped up and down. Blue raised his eyebrow. Infused with magic? He wrapped the scarf around his neck and while he did that he felt it. The scarf was warm. It was filled with a warmth that he could feel moved trough his whole body. Blue’s eyes widen as he felt himself feeling warmed and cosy as he could finally relax. He looked at Red in surprise. “It’s warm?” ”Yup! This scarf is supposed to be warm to anyone who wears it so the next time you are in a winter region and a dumb monster decides to turn you into an ice statue, you will not be cold anymore.” Blue did not know how to respond. He looked again at the scarf and wrapped it around his chest as well, feeling the warmth move towards the inside of his chest. Blue smiled not daring to look any of the other Link’s in the eye. ”Thank you, Red. I love it.” He whispered. Red smiled and gave a hug to Blue. “You’re welcome Blue, happy holidays!” Blue accepted the hug and rolled his eyes playfully. After the gift giving the Link’s got dressed to move towards Zelda’s castle to start with the holiday celebrations with their father, Zelda and all their friends who decided to come over. Blue never let go of the warm scarf he received. Feeling loved and understood even when he never voiced his adversity to the cold out loud to his fellow friends. He suspected that the Link’s knew anyway, and that was okay. At least he had the scarf to keep himself warm in case his friends were not around to keep his heart warm.

#Secret Santa 2019 #four swords #four swords adventures #fsss2k19 #fanfictions

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rumbelleshowdown · 5 years

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Of Haircuts and Awkward Breakfast Conversation

Author: Moody Orange Prompt: autumn, get away Group: D

Belle ordered the french toast. Side of bacon. Iced tea—but only because the waitress warned her that the tea bags hadn’t been cycled through for actual, literal years.

She opened her current paperback and settled into wait when the door opened.

Not minding the distraction (she had read this one before; the mystery lost, the enjoyment ever increasing), she looked up and saw Mr. Gold. Her hands tightened on the binding.

Landowner, business man, cool-as-a-glacier Mr. Gold.

With a haircut.

What used to be a curtain of faded brown was now short and sleek; his back to her, his dark coat a void against the silver, which was more pronounced than ever before. He gleaned in the light of the diner, there by the register.

She could see the back of his neck now, too. What an ordinary thing. She wondered if he was cold; he wasn’t wearing a scarf and the autumn air was growing more and more biting by the day.

“You’re staring, Miss French.”

Quite rudely too.

Gold turned his head so he was in profile, not looking at her, but making it clear he knew she was there, that she had his attention. He looked sharper somehow, like someone had taken a file to him as well as scissors.

It was just a change. A small one, even, for all that Gold now looked like how a man in a suit was supposed to. Why, then, was that thought accompanied with such disappointment?

“I’m thinking of lost opportunities,” she said finally.

He turned to face her fully, eyebrow raised in question. Now that she was looking at him head on, she could admit it suited him. He was handsome despite himself, wearing a scowl and waiting for his coffee.

“Would you like to join me?” She asked. “You might not find a seat otherwise.”

Gold spared a glance for the empty diner, only a handful of other tables occupied.

“Yes,” he drawled, “all these filled seats.”

“C’mon, let me buy you breakfast.”

He opened his mouth to decline—and at least it looked like he’d do so politely—when the waitress came out from the kitchen.

“Mr. Gold,” she greeted, “just put a pot on to brew. It’ll be a few minutes.”

He frowned, but didn’t say anything as she walked away to take the plate she was carrying to a table.

“The sooner you put an order in, the less awkward it’ll be that I get mine first,” Belle tried again.

His eyes slid back over, dark and—was that amusement? Holding his attention at all was heady, but having his amusement was something else altogether.

“You’re the sort of person to eat in front of someone else?” he tsked. “That’s hardly proper etiquette.”

“For you, Mr. Gold? Undoubtedly.”

His lip twitched. Belle wouldn't consider it a victory until he gave her a full smile.

“What’s on your mind, dear?”

“I already told you.”

Gold’s finger tapped the counter next to him. “Perhaps this is a conversation best had at my shop.”

“Would you rather order to go?” Belle asked, willfully obtuse. “I just got comfortable but I don’t mind moving.”

He continued tap-tap-tapping, gaze steady.

“You’re staring, Mr. Gold.”

He said nothing.

Belle sighed. Fine. “I want to have a friendly meal with you. If you don’t like it I won’t make you do it again.”

If he were less of a gentlemen Belle figured he’d roll his eyes. “You’re paying, hm?”

Belle didn’t hide her smile. She felt downright giddy as she watched him slide into the booth opposite her, back to the door.

He was close enough that she could better study the fine, even lines of his hair. And she could see his ears now, how they curled and pointed at the tip. It was so like a goblin, a fairy, a trickster imp. They complimented the already prominent cut of his cheekbones, the strong line of his jaw.

“I felt like a change,” he said frowning under her continued scrutiny. “Is that so bad?”

She shrugged, unrepentant. “Most people take a vacation.”

His only response what a grunt, and they were silent until the waitress wandered by. Gold made a reluctant order of eggs and toast.

The silence stretched, spread out. It made itself welcome and lounged on the table in front of them.

The waitress returned. A white mug, set down, handle pointing to Gold’s right. Her footsteps echoed as she walked away.

Gold reached for the sugar. The white paper packets crinkled and he opened three, one by one, pouring them into his coffee. The metal spoon ting-ting-tinged softly against the rim of the mug.

Belle sipped her tea.

“She didn’t—“ Belle coughed, trying to brush the silence away like crumbs at a tea party. “—didn’t leave any cream.”

“I don’t like cream in my coffee.”

She made a polite noise. Her eyes again strayed to his ears, to his high cheekbones. His hair used to be long enough to tuck the swing of it behind his ears, though she’d never seen him do it. Long enough to pull it back into an elastic, surely. He’d have looked so sweet, so charming.

Gold cleared his throat.

“Sorry.” Belle looked down into her glass. The condensation that was slowly forming a ring at the bottom. “It looks nice, you know. Your change.”

“Why am I here, Miss French?” he asked quietly. His eyes weren’t quite narrowed, but there was the faintest splotch of red on his cheeks. Who could have guessed that a little staring was enough to make Gold blush?

“You’re the one that sat down.”

“You’re the one that insisted,” he shot back, unimpressed.

For all the property Gold owned in town, he did not own her cozy apartment above the library. For all the loans and credit he had given out, Belle didn’t owe him so much as a dime. It was not the wealth and power that he had accumulated that drew her eye, though, nor was it the haircut that drew it now. Not really.

She decided to be brave.

“I wish I could have known what it felt like to run my hands through your hair,” she said into her iced tea. Okay, so mostly brave.

Gold paused, coffee cup hovering pre-sip. His mouth was free of coffee but he swallowed anyway.

“Excuse me?”

“I’d be less shocked,” she decided, daring a glance up, “less sad, if I at least had the memory of it.”

Gold set his cup back on the table. He looked down into the black liquid. Belle watched, transfixed, as the tips of his ears turned pink—another perk to the haircut.

“Your—” he cleared his throat, and he sounded hoarse when he tried again. “Your lost opportunity, then?”

Belle shrugged. “It looked soft. I’ve always wondered if it—if when I—” she laughed, feeling her face heat. “Just—was it as soft as it looked?”

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. “I don’t know,” he said finally.

“I suppose it’s hard to judge something like that yourself,” Belle nodded.

“French toast with bacon,” the waitress said, appearing at Belle’s elbow. “And wheat toast with eggs, sunny side up.” She dug the receipt out of her apron, placing it on the table. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you,” Belle said.

Gold said nothing.

Belle started to cut her toast into bite-sized pieces. Gold nudged his on his plate. He stared, unseeing, at his eggs.

“I’ve shocked you,” Belle said. His blush hadn’t completely faded, and he was avoiding her eye. Her stomach clenched. She hadn’t meant to embarrass him. “You can forget I said anything—”

“No,” he said. “No, I...don’t want to do that.”

He sat back in his seat a little, frowning, toast forgotten. He rubbed the fingers of his hand together, as if an invisible cloth were between them.

“You’re honesty is refreshing, if a bit,” he coughed. Looked out the window, to the table, to his coffee, surely cold by now. “Misplaced.”

“Misplaced?” she asked, tilting her head.

“I’m doing that, too,” he said suddenly, desperately.

“Doing what?”

“Taking a vacation.” Gold waved his hand, as if looking for the right word there in the air before him. “Getting away from it all, and all that nonsense.”

“You really must have needed a change, then.”

He scoffed, but he looked at her, his eye deep and dark.

“I wanted—I need to be better. I don’t know how else to do it.”

Belle took a bite of her toast, waiting for him to explain. He didn’t. “Where are you going?” she prompted.

“Boston,” he said after a pause. “For my son’s wedding.”

Belle’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Son?”

He opened his mouth but paused as the waitress passed, having finished clearing a table of the dirty plates. He waited until the door to the kitchen swung shut behind her, staring at his plate.

Belle leaned forward, eager to hear what he had to say, thrilled that he didn’t want anyone else to hear it.

“I understand, I think, what you mean about lost opportunities,” he said in a low voice. His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. “I guess what I mean is...I would have liked it, too. Having a memory. Of your hands in my hair. You could have told me if it was soft.”

Belle swallowed, her throat dry. Something warm and pleasant—giddy, almost—was bubbling in her stomach. She reached out to take his hand, where it lay on the table.

They had missed one opportunity. They weren’t going to miss another.

#rumbelle showdown #rumbelle fic #rumbelle #round two entry #author: Moody Orange #group D #rumbelle showdown 2019 #rumbelleshowdown

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pepziglassknot · 6 years

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Just A Lucky Stranger.

Theseus x American! Reader

Summary: Theseus thinks he’s got the case in the bag when in reality it’s spilling out and and a stranger comes by to help!

Theseus is tasked with watching over Newts case while he and Tina are on a very important date! The Reader is on a vacation and happens to come across this struggle.

Word count: 2, 021

The night air was chill as the streets were covered in thin moisture. It had rained just moments ago which had increasingly lowered the temperature, much to (y/n)’s dismay. She wrapped her red scarf tighter around her face in an attempt to keep the cooler air away.

“Why is it so cold here, why is it always so wet and why for the love of who or whatever enjoys this weather decided to make one of my last days here so miserable..” The poor girl had decided to visit the large island to sight see and vacation away from her work. Being overwhelmed with case files and organizing finished cases was not the most fun. Sure she enjoyed the satisfactions of the Aurors who finished a file or returned back safely...but too much is just too much. A good break was well deserved!

“Oh for Merlin’s sake-! Get back here this INSTANCE.” The sudden voice jostled (y/n) from her hypnotic state of walking and ignoring her surroundings until she got back to her room. Whoever it was sounded like they were having a hard time.

Just ignore it and keep going, you’ll be out of the cold soon enough.. she thought to herself.

“No get- no no no you’re not allowed to do that! STOP IT!” there was the voice again. She was close enough to be able to identify it as a male. Soon after she heard some crashing noises, followed by a string of curses and what sounded like the scuttle of tiny feet, (y/n) saw a small black figure running towards her on the ground which was being pursued by a rather tall fellow.

“Accio!-” Hearing the man shout at an attempt at a spell, you hesitantly pulled out your wand and kept an eye of the small thing. As it got closer, you were finally able to identify the thing as a small beastie. (y/n) looked back up toward the man who was closing in, instantly picking up that the said man didn’t know what the creature was.

I would have been back by now if I hadn’t stopped...she argued to herself.

Oh well, no time to whine now.

As the creature ran past you, you turned around and lifted your wand.

“Accio Niffler!” You directed your want towards the creature and watched as his body floated into the air, shooting back towards you in quick speed. The little black Niffler was now suspended in the air, floating as he slowly turned and took note of how he was caught yet again with a slump of defeat. (y/n) had forgotten about the person before reached out to pluck the little run away out of the air.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” Her voice was so warm that it almost shocked the Niffler. The (h/c) girl almost laughed, tucking her wand away and she used her free hand to lift the creature to eye level. “It looks like you’ve been causing some trouble hmm?..”

Just as (y/n) was about to speak again, the heavy thumps of feet and pants of air caught her attention. Turning around, she spotted the man from before now in front of her, a hand to his side as his head was facing up, gulping in as much air as he could. She only held the Niffler closer to who, who happily complied and ruffled around in her scarf.

“You were the one chasing after this Niffler. Did he take something from you?” (Y/n) was surprised at the fact that she spoke first. It wasn’t usual for her to start up a conversation.

“A-ah, no Actually...whew..” He took in a deep breath before he dropped his head to finally see who had caught the little beast. The first thing (y/n) noticed was his blue eyes and how they were slightly hidden by his rustled curly fringe.

“Oh.” She felt her cheeks redden, now feeling more like her usual self. He was fairly attractive..okay, more than attractive. He was much taller than her and even in the darkness of the street she could still see the freckles that scattered his face.

“My apologies miss. I was chasing after this..” She noticed the small struggle he seemed to be having and decided to pitch in again.

“Niffler?” (y/n) spoke politely, reaching a hand up to lightly scratch at the purring Nifflers head. He seemed to be enjoying the warmth and the shiny gold necklace you had been wearing.

“Yes, the Niffler. You see, I’m just...taking care of him until my brother returns. I’m sorry to have troubled you tonight.” Feeling bad, you nodded and carefully pulled the soft beastie away from you, watching as it made grabby hands at you with protesting whines. You only smiled and cooed at him, petting his head as you passed him back to the arms of the man.

“No worries uh, sir. I’m sure you would have caught him eventually.” Finally picking up on her accent, the man looked between (y/n) and the Niffler before he crouched down and set the case he had been carrying down beside him. “An American. This must be a very lucky night then.”

(y/n) watched as he opened up the case and set the creature aside. This had bothered her and she crouched down beside him. “I don’t thinks it’s a good idea to just...stuff him in ya know?”

Blinking, it took a moment for him to process what you were saying before he nervously laughed, closing the case as he stood back up again, offering a hand to help her back up.

“I can see where that is an issue. I must assure you that there is no need to worry. This case is..modified to properly accommodate the Niffler.” Taking his hand, she gets back up and wraps her arms around herself. This was probably the most eventful and strange day she’s had here.

“That’s good to know, Mr.?....”

The small pause amused the other, offering a small bow as he looked back toward the girl. “Rude of me, My name is Theseus Scamander, please call me Theseus. I need to thank you again Mrs?...” He offered up a smile that almost blew you away. You didn’t expect to be interacting with him this long. “(y/n) (l/n), but just (y/n) is fine. I’m glad I could help...”

Noting the slight awkwardness of her voice, he moved his gaze away and back down to the case. “Well, it’s getting late I suppose.” He quickly lifted his wrist up to look at his watch. “And it is getting rather cold (y/n). I’m sure you want to be on your way again.”

Theseus could’t help but notice how you eyes were sparking with the dim just streetlights. If he knew better, he could have described them like there were some exotic animal like his brother would have, or used a cheesy line if he had felt comfortable enough or knew you well enough.

(y/n) simply nodded, pulling her scarf around her neck yet again. “It is getting late. You should be getting home too Theses.”

He doesn’t know why, but her voice saying his name flooded him with a warmth he hand’t felt in a very long while.

“I best get going. It was uh, interesting meeting you tonight.” Just as (y/n) was about to walk away. Theseus stepped forward.

“Wait.” He surprised himself. He could see that he surprised her too.

“How about I walk you to where you are staying? As a thank you of course! I apologize if that seems rather forward. It’s alright if you wouldn’t want me too.” (Y/n) listened on, and felt the same warming sensation she had before. She planned on being alone the whole day.

Maybe a bit of company wouldn’t be so bad.

“Sure Theseus, I don’t mind.” Theseus looked a bit surprised, but smiled widely when his offer was accepted. He carefully switched the case over to his other hand and with is free arm, offered it to the girl. “Shall you lead the way then?”

(y/n) smiled, moving forward to carefully wrap her arm around his. “I guess I will.”

Although most of the walk was silent, it was rather enjoyable and calm. There were a few questions about her trip which she happily replied. (y/n) was always careful and knew how dangerous strangers could be, but for some reason she felt completely at ease with the Scamander.

Coming up to a motel, (y/n) lightly squeezed Theseus’s arm and pulled away. He felt a bit odd not having the warmth beside him but ignored it and faced his sudden night companion.

“Thank you for walking me back. I really do appreciate it.” (y/n)’s voice was calm and quiet to be less disturbing and offered him a smile. Theseus only smiled back and reached a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck which was odd for him. Was was he feeling so shy?

“It’s my pleasure. I hope you know I really am thankful for your help earlier. I couldn’t remember the little beast’s name.” (y/n) laughed a bit, making the male smile even more.

“You made one of my last days here the most interesting one I’ve had. I really should be thanking you.”

Theseus rose a brow in slight confusion. Were you really leaving soon?

“Oh, so you’ll be returning back to America?” (y/n) nodded, not aware of the slight conflict the other was feeling.

“I’m sorry for asking so many questions, but when exactly are you leaving?”

“This coming Saturday.” It was currently Thursday night.

Theseus hadn’t put himself out much since...the incident. He knew he was getting better from all the help and support he was getting, but he was still...hesitant to go out and adventure. Maybe this was the time? The moment?

“This might sound a bit crazy.” The Scamander suddenly spoke out. (y/n) rose her brow. “With what happened tonight, i’d be surprised.” He took her comment as a sign of ‘go on’ and cleared his throat, straightening himself out.

“I have work tomorrow in the morning, but..I would like to ask if you are free in the afternoon? Just a quick goodbye meal before you head back to America?”

(y/n)’s eyes widened at the sudden gesture, not really sure of what to say at the moment. The nice gentleman she met tonight wanted to meet with her again. Was it horrible to feel a bit special at the moment?

“Maybe a bit crazy, but I wouldn't mind.” (y/n) smiled a bit wider.

Theseus didn’t know if he was shocked that she had said yes, or that he surprised himself since he had doubted she would accept.

“Oh, yes, right. Good, that’s good.” He felt his collar heating up again, thankful that the night had covered most of the redness he felt he had on his face. He felt like a teenager again back in Hogwarts.

“Do you think you’ll remember where I’m staying tomorrow?” She too felt a bit warm, keeping half of her face covered into her scarf, thankful that she decided to wear it that night. Theseus nodded and looked up at the motels sign.

“I’m sure I can remember it. I’ll just have the front desk call you when I arrive. Thank you for tonight (y/n), have a good night.” Relying on his job patterns, he gave a curt solution and reply out of habit as he briskly walked away. Once he was far enough, he cursed to himself for having left you there so suddenly. He’d have to apologize tomorrow afternoon. Theseus hand’t felt this unsure but exciting emotion in a long while and he just guessed his mind reverted him to something he knew he could rely on. Professional.

(y/n) only stood there, watching as Theseu’s figure slowly became smaller and smaller. She wondered why he hadn’t just apparated. Maybe he was in thought?

Either way, she had to admit that she was looking forward to tomorrow, even if the moment before was a bit awkward

“Lucky me.” they both whispered to themselves that night. Strangers meeting by chance and finding a rare connection they haven’t even noticed yet.

#theseus x reader #theseus imagine #fbawtft #newt scamander #tina goldstein #tina x newt #niffler #Theseus Scamander

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fuckyeahgakuenheaven · 6 years

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*flops over* IT’S BEEN A BUSY DAY. I finally finished the fic that’s been making me question all my abilities as a writer, and I edited the FINAL GAKUEN HEAVEN 2 SHORT STORY.

Yeah, that’s right, this is the LAST (printed) short story for GH2 that we haven’t shared yet! There are still some preorder mini dramas, the translations of which are already in the works! :D

ANYWAY! Here’s the lovely Takato/Yuki story from Hot Hot Winter Heaven, the Comiket 87 GH/GH2 book. Seriously, Takato always gets THE BEST writing and I’m almost pissed on behalf of the other characters, lol. :D

THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR TAKATO’S ROUTE!

An Extravagant Day Off

Umm. After all, I got the feeling it was different when it came to books.

I had gotten lost in reading the new volume of ZombieChan that went on sale recently, and before I knew it, it was time for roll-call. Even after curfew, I turned on the bedside light and got absorbed in reading the rest of the book. ZombieChan was always so interesting. I knew the story since I'd been allowed to read the manuscript, but I still ended up crying at the same parts.

Still, it was strange. What part of Takato-san had this story come from? As I was thinking about it, I heard a soft knock.

"Asahina, may I come in?"

It was Takato-san! I hurriedly opened the door and Takato-san was standing in the darkened hallway, dressed casually. Maybe he'd just showered, since his hair was a bit wet.

"...May I come in?"

That low whisper was, to put it simply, that sort of invitation.

At my small nod, Takato-san slipped inside. He closed the door behind himself, and after locking it, his gaze stopped at the bed.

"I was just reading."

"...Is that so?" Takato-san's face relaxed into a faint smile. "This is perfect. Asahina, will you accompany me for a bit this weekend? We'll go carousing using the royalties."

Carousing? I tilted my head at the unfamiliar word.

"Let's have a night on the town. It's all my treat."

"Huh!? Is that okay!?"

"Of course. I want to have a good time with you."

A date with Takato-san. And one with carousing. I couldn't refuse. At my deep nod, Takato-san smiled an unusually happy smile and embraced me.

~~~

And so, on Saturday, once classes were over, Takato-san and I left the school island and went directly downtown.

"Let's start with shopping for clothes," Takato-san said and took me into a specialty store with an all-glass shop front. The inside was quiet with Western music playing softly, and the slightly mature atmosphere made me excited. The subdued colors of the shirts and jackets on display gave them a very different look from the clothes I was currently wearing.

Oh, but this t-shirt might be nice. I causally picked up the shirt that had caught my eye and glanced at the price.

...I wish I hadn't looked. It said 30,000 yen.

I drew back my hand in a panic, and behind me Takato-san was also looking at the shirts. But unlike me, who was flustered, he looked as calm as ever. "Asahina, how do you like this shirt?"

"I don't know..." I was scared by the prices and didn't feel comfortable shopping in a place like this. Well, everything I was wearing from coat to shoes, altogether it was about 10,000 yen.

"Did you forget? Today we're out carousing."

"But..."

If I was going to pay 30,000 yen for something, I'd rather go ten times to all-you-can-eat yakiniku.

"Asahina."

I flinched and Takato-san's expression suddenly softened.

"I want to get closure."

"Closure?"

"Yes. The new volume that just came out is the last novel I wrote before we started dating. The one I wrote when I was desperate to keep my mother and myself from being consumed," Takato-san replied, lowering his eyes slightly.

What feelings were going through his mind? But he didn't put it into words and just smiled.

"It's all in the past now. So I want to spend this money foolishly. Please allow me dress you up the way I like and go on a date with you."

It was like playing at My Fair Lady. Takato-san smiled. That self-deprecating smile made something suddenly click.

"Alright! Then, I won't think about the money. Instead, let's make nice memories."

"That's the spirit."

Anyway, it looked like my answer was correct. This time, Takato-san's smile was genuine. "...Let's go here next."

As he spoke with the sales staff, Takato-san picked out clothes for me one after another. First I tried on a British style outfit. The slim fitted suit looked really sharp and even I looked mature in it.

"But it's not quite playful enough."

We switched to a shop with slightly more casual clothes. I tried on all sorts of things like street style, designer fashions, and we finally settled on refined casual.

With the clothes decided, now we needed shoes. Now that it's winter, let's make it boots, Takato-san said, and picked out some narrow short boots. Next was a bag and a watch. Once we had bought some accessories like a scarf, we headed toward a salon where Takato-san had made an appointment.

We went inside the stylish shop which had a unified monotone color scheme and the male stylist asked what would you like today? But I didn't know what hairstyle would be good, so I answered, "Please make it something that goes with these clothes!"

He took a good long look at my clothing from head to toe and nodded promisingly, "Okay!"

Two hours later. I stood in front of a mirror, but I was like a different person.

"Not bad." The stylist seemed satisfied with the outcome after an uphill battle styling my wiry hair, but I wasn't used to new clothes or a different hairstyle, and I couldn't stop feeling anxious.

"Are you done over there too?" I turned around at the voice and saw Takato-san standing there. His bangs which were always up were now falling naturally. Maybe it was because of that, or because of the clothes, but Takato-san seemed different too. It felt like seeing each other reflected in the mirror got us both excited, like we were a couple on a proper date and it was embarrassing.

"It really suits you. You look cute." Takato-san placed his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear while pretending to look at the mirror.

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"Was it a successful mission?"

"Even better than I expected."

Once the discomfort I had at first with the unfamiliar hairstyle disappeared, I felt it really suited me. And if Takato-san thought it wasn't bad, then I was really satisfied.

Takato-san had used the word closure. The guilt he harbored about his mother, his disappointment with reality, if he could put those in the past, I wanted to help him however I could. Looking back, this would be a nice memory, the way Takato-san wanted.

And this game. I'd started to enjoy it.

"Come on, let's go. Next is your long-awaited dinner."

"Woohoo!" I set off down the street, led by Takato-san. Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind.

"Hey, excuse me, do you have a minute?" A man held out a business card as I blinked at him. "As you can see, I'm an agent. Would you like to try modelling?"

"Oh, no! No thanks!!" I flusteredly ran off in surprise. Takato-san was stopped a little ahead of me and I rushed up to him. "Ah, that startled me. What does he mean, modelling...?"

"What does it say on the card?"

The card I received had the name of a men's fashion magazine even I was familiar with. Did that mean something like amateur modelling? It was impossible. No one had ever said anything like that to me. "...These clothes are awesome," my true feelings unconsciously slipped out. This had to be because of the clothes and hair.

But Takato-san's brows drew together as if I'd said something upsetting. "No, it's not because of the clothes. It's because you're handsome, Asahina."

"Haha. No way," I laughed without thinking. Me, handsome. No matter how infatuated he was, that wasn't true.

"No, it's just hard to see because of your expression and bearing, but you have an attractive face."

"Don't you mean Kuya-san?"

"No, well, Kuya is the same way... but I'm talking about you."

"Takato-san, you need better glasses. Anyway, if we're talking about handsome, I think you're more handsome than me."

"Good grief, you need glasses too."

It didn't look like Takato-san would ever change his mind, but that's how I felt. I thought the word handsome fit people with faces like Joker-san and Kuya-san.

"Then let me put it another way. ...To me, your face is beautiful. It's just the sort I like."

"Ugh..." He said that so calmly right to my face, so I didn't know how I should react. It was the first time in my life someone told me they liked my face.

But, oh. So Takato-san liked my face. My cheeks grew warm and even my ears started to tingle.

"One of things that's interesting about you is how you get embarrassed."

"Normally, anyone would get embarrassed being told they're beautiful and you like their face."

"There's also the common reaction of getting angry because you think I just like your appearance."

"That may be true, but I'm embarrassed."

"You're so innocent."

"Well, excuse me."

"I like that about you too."

Ugh... Takato-san's attack power was high as usual. I turned away my reddened face and a soothing voice meant to cheer me up drifted to my ears. "We're here. This is the restaurant."

The restaurant had a facade that looked just like an art museum. The restaurant's name was written in small elegant letters on the snow-white wall and there was nothing else apart from a silver door. The theme was white inside the restaurant too, with a very simple interior. Only the inside was spacious, with a very high ceiling. I could tell at a glance that this was a high-class restaurant.

I still felt intimidated when we were shown to our table. I was looking forward to delicious food, but I still was a bit uncomfortable. But the moment I saw the appetizer placed on the table, that feeling was swept away. It was food so beautiful I'd never seen anything like it. The two small fried fish filets on the clear plate were arranged just as if they were swimming. Snow was represented by pure white mousse. It looked more like art than food. And it was really delicious. With just one bite, I felt like I had awakened, like something would erupt from the crown of my head.

I couldn't care less about how this place was high class, and how we were a little out of place. The world was as one before such deliciousness.

"It's awesome, it's awesome, Takato-san. Everything they bring out is so delicious it's like a dream come true!"

The abalone, whole chicken, and ham consomme soup was clear and sparkling, but the moment I put it in my mouth, the complex and rich flavor filled my whole body. The dish of foie gras with strawberries was rich, but I felt refreshed by the tartness of the fruit and it was delicious like nothing I'd ever eaten before.

"I'm in heaven..." I murmured in ecstasy and the corners of Takato's eyes crinkled with a soft smile.

"Yes, indeed."

"The horsemeat carpaccio was delicious too."

"The dressing was the best."

"It was! The parts with the walnuts inside were so fragrant and it went amazingly well with the meat..."

Eating delicious food with the person I loved, telling each other it was delicious, this was truly the awesomest luxury. Long live carousing!

It was too delicious and I ended up gushing about how impressed I was to the waiter who brought the main meat course. As we finished the course, the waiter brought a man in a chef's coat.

"I'm very happy you enjoyed it."

Was this man the chef-owner!? I was surprised but happy, since I wanted to show him my feelings of gratitude. And so I ardently went on and on about how delicious it was, far more than I told the waiter before. I thought he hadn't understood my feelings, but the chef smiled brightly and gave an instruction to the waiter.

"Bring the special dessert for my charming guest."

The special dessert was truly special. It was cake and ice cream magnificently decorated with various fruit.

"I'm astonished."

I leaned forward at Takato-san's murmur in a rare enchanted tone. "Me too. This special dessert is really amazing!"

"No, by you."

"Me?"

"Yes. By your enthusiasm. By your energy to move people. I find that part of you truly irresistible."

Unexpectedly, the eyes behind the glasses narrowed with passion. At that moment, I felt like the background colors had instantly faded. Only Takato-san's gaze, no longer hiding a sexual tinge, was extremely vivid. Suddenly, Takato-san extended his hand. The fingertips that reached across the table touched my lips. "There's cream on you."

There was a little whipped cream on the fingers which moved away. My eyes followed the white cream in a daze and in front of me, Takato-san's tongue stretched out to lick the cream off his own fingers. I got a peek of his red tongue. That crude gesture was extremely erotic. A shiver ran down my spine and I unconsciously lowered my eyes.

"By the way, Asahina. Shall we end dinner now?" Takato-san's voice was low. I was sure I already knew what came after those words. "Of course, we'll be staying at a hotel after this."

Saying 'shall we go?', Takato-san offered me his hand across the table. I could see his fingers at the edge of my vision and with a small nod, I took his hand with the knowing look of an accomplice.

FIN.

#gakuen heaven #gakuen heaven 2 #gh2 translation #takato masatsugu #asahina yuki #AWW YEAH ANOTHER PROJECT 100% DONE

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jyunshiim · 6 years

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Pinocchio wearing a poncho-Namjoon Time Traveller AU

Pairing: (Namjoon x reader)

Genre: sad, time traveller au

inspired from forever rain.

He tries to save you from the destruction he calls, himself

rain. clouds. storm. They skies eyes flooded with tears every day and dripped onto the concrete of the earth. Uneasily, people walked to the bus station or train station quickly as possible to try and keep as dry as possible. The darkest grey dull clouds loomed over in a particular direction. He sat there, downcast and lonely. He wore a creme-beige poncho with a large hood that covered his face. A rainy Monday, like every day for the past 3 months; would it be a coincidence to say that the earth was also sad with you on a Monday?

The river rippled as the wind plunged through the clear waters, people watched and threw bread for the ducks but there weren't any to be seen in such miserable weather. The person sat on a bench facing out to the river, his scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and his hands under his poncho warming each other up in the torrential rain. You have seen this peculiar man very often ever since you opened up your corner cafe only across the street from where he sat.

The raindrops trickled down the warm glass; the glass fogged up and condensed. The interior was very forest themed. The wood tables and chair and the hanging plants and the neon sign on the wall reading ‘ DATE?” as you cafe was a spot for all the lovers. The sweet cakes for their sweet intentions of love. On your break, you’d look outside and watch the desolate streets when the weather is blue except for that one person who sat alone on the beach near the river. You contemplated whether or not to give him shelter or not since he did choose to be outside. You began to leave a bag on the bench only a few minutes before he arrived and a hot drink too. He received it and looked around confused as to who would do such a nice thing.

You began to become impatient so, on a fateful Monday, you went outside with your transparent umbrella in the vicious storm and tapped his shoulder. His mouth was only visible due to his hood covering his tanned face; “ hi, I’m yn” your voice was soft and mellifluous to him. He didn't speak but you assumed it was because he didn't know what to say. “ I’ve noticed you come here quite often alone and sit here in this terrible weather, would you like to come inside?” You point awkwardly at your little winsome coffee stop that illuminated the desolate, dark streets. The skies were dark and formidable and the street lamps were flickering and dim. “- yeah, I prefer to be alone, I'm fine alone but thank you.” You saw his mouth curl beneath the hood and the weather began to get just as intense as it was before. “The winds are pretty strong, I think it’d be safe for you to be inside” You sat next to him on the wet bench. “ I’m okay, I’ll be leaving soon..” He whispered as he stood up and the vigorous winds ousted him to leave.His scarf blew to the side of him and his hands were in his pockets. He didn't tell you who he was exactly however you were not going to give up hope.

The weather began to get worse and became more frequent during the week. He came to the same spot every day now and the weather was menacing and vicious. You tried once more. “Hey, I’m-”

“YN, I know you” His voice was like honey. Not the sickly sweet kind, the pleasant kind, the kind you could never get tired of.

“Oh, you do?” your confused tone surprised him.

“ I do..” There was no explanation to his reasonings as to how he knows you.

“ but I've only spoken to you once? I don't understand” You clear your throat so you didn't choke on your words. Was he a stalker? Your heart rate began to raise a little bit.

“ I-I don't know if I should say, you might be afraid of me” He fiddles with his slender fingers

Silence flooded between you both now. You didn't know what to say but he then took a deep breath.

“Namjoon, Kim Namjoon,” He looks up at you with his sharp eyes that glistened in the street lamp above you. “This day had been happening for a while and I tried to make it right but my lies...”

“your lies? this day? reoccurring?” you repeat “what do you mean?”

“I-I’m a time traveller.. and I have to make this day right until I can continue my current time period,” He speaks quickly, “ This weather here, happens only when I’m here, a time traveller with the worst of luck” He throws his hands back in his lap and swings his head back.

“H-How?” you ask curiously

“I guess the universe both loves and hates me,” He gives a breathy chuckle, “ That’s why I can't make things right between us now and my lies are affecting everyone and the bad luck I have is inevitable”

“ between us?” you try to look at him but he avoids eye contact, “ What’s in your current time period? I mean what’s happening..” You gulp afraid if his answers.

“ You and I met, like this but definitely not on a shadowed day, week even” he breathes out, his eyes glossy. “ Everything was bright and vibrant and there was laughter and just pure happiness everywhere! You and I became happy together before the world came crashing down on me one fateful night and my bad luck really put you in danger-”

“d-danger?”

“ after we moved in together, you encountered an accident..” He frowned and hid his face in his hood sniffling, “ I’m trying to fix it but the universe has already decided your destiny already but I’m trying”

It all sounded crazy to you however you felt something between you both. He sounded too emotive for it to be a lie.

“how do you um time travel?” you ask and hold his hand

“ Through sleep, I can choose when and where I want to go but I can't save you.”

“don't save me” Your lips tremble from sudden fear, “you can't change my fate Namjoon”

“ you’re right yn” his lips trembled too forcing itself to a smile.

“ It’s time for me to go now yn, Goodbye” He waved at you before disappearing over the bridge and you make your way back to the cafe.

A month later:

Namjoon hadn't been visiting you lately and hadn't been sitting but the river anymore. The skies became clearer and a lot less rainy and people began to travel around the little corner which your cafe stood. He didn't say anything about where he went and what he’s doing. The sun set and you opened your windows to let in the evening air drift through you bedroom, the cold floors against your feet and the warm robe across your body. As you rested you head on your pillow that night, you heard the sweet mellifluous voice again in your dreams;

‘In another life, we’ll meet again sweetheart.’

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tmnt-veelicious · 6 years

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Across the Stars - Ch.10

Oooohh myyy goooood, sorry for the long delay guys !! I kind of had a slight writer’s block right in the middle of this chapter and it was frustrating >:’Y !! But now it’s done and I can’t wait to get to the next chapter :) THERE’S A LOT OF CUTENESS IN THIS AND LOTS OF FEELING (my kokoro is brokoro) Have fun reading ! If there’s errors I’m sorry~ I’ll try to fix them soon :’D

First Chapter --> HERE Previous Chapter --> HERE Next Chapter --> HERE

Vee woke up to the sight of the blanket fort still hanging above, the white and purple fairy lights placed at the room's ceiling still shining faintly through the fabric. She smiled lazily, stretching her naked body, tangled in covers. She felt something on her torso, bringing up the necklace Donnie gave her last night. The amethyst was of a nice purple shade, its teardrop shape delicate and not too extravagant. She wondered if the mutant had assembled it for her, musing about the fact that amongst gemstones enthusiasts the amethyst was said to possess stress relieving properties. As well as being her birthstone, she laughed internally at how much of the opposite she was, plagued with anxiety. She glanced to the mutant still sleeping at her side, rolled on his stomach, face half-hidden into the pillow. Her heart sank at such sight, tempted to roll over to him, but her gaze caught on the purple mask laying slightly above, forgotten in bed. An idea crossed Vee's mind, smiling playfully as she grabbed the clothe, carefully wrapping it around her head, placing the opened spaces above her eyes. She next got a hold of her phone, turning the camera on and getting a glimpse of her new look. Purple wasn't one of her most favorite colors, but she had to agree that this shade wasn't too bad, nicely bringing out the green hues in her eyes. It didn't take long before she started taking selfies, some serious, smiling, others goofy, quiet giggles escaping her. ''What are you doing?'' asked Donnie's tired voice. Vee gasped, her body slightly jolting, causing her to drop the phone on her face as she was laying on her back. She bursted into laughters, pushing the device aside and rubbing her hurting features. When she looked back at the turtle she could notice an amused smile on his face, the woman trying to look pitiful in return, although that failed. ''It's my birthday today, I can do what I want,'' she said, her giggles betraying her. Donnie moved, bringing the other in his arms and playfully giving kisses all around her features. He took advantage of this new position to take the woman's phone and bringing it up high so she wouldn't steal it from his hold. He got a look at her pictures, either laughing or stating that he wanted her to send him this or that one. ''You look good in purple,'' he commented sweetly. Vee snorted, blushing as she hid her face shyly. As she felt the turtle give some kisses on top of her head, she did not realize that he was taking pictures at the same time, soon trailing down to her lips. He put the phone down after a few more shots, finally back to hugging Vee properly. A small sigh left him before he attempted to say: ''Bonne fête, mon amour.'' (Happy birthday, my love) Vee's eyes snapped open, suddenly throwing back her head and laughing harder. ''Oh my god, no! Your accent is adorable!'' she commented. ''Hey, at least I tried!'' grinned the other. ''And it is highly appreciated,'' added Vee, leaving a quick peck on Donnie's nose. *** She barely exited Donnie's room that she was greeted by large handfuls of confettis, the colorful paper pieces provoking a yelp from the woman. She was next playfully yanked by a strong hand, twirled around as a plastic crown was placed on top of her head, crazy-looking sunglasses over her glasses and a large hand-knitted purple scarf around her neck. When she was finally released, trying to stand still but her dizzyness making it hard, she heard a camera, its flash blinding her for some seconds. ''Like a real queen of the ball,'' chuckled Raph's voice. ''More like a freak!'' started Vee, lifting the sunglasses off her face. ''What the fuck just happened?'' she laughed next. ''Your birthday, that's what's happening, angelcakes!'' cheered Mikey. ''That was just the beginning.'' ''Oh no, no, no,'' scolded Vee in amusement. ''I must warn you all, karma's a bitch and whatever you do today to me will come back to you worse times ten!'' She next felt Leo's arm go around her shoulders, grinning as the group made their way towards the kitchen. ''Oh please, we would never do anything bad on such a special day,'' said the leader, sly. ''That sounds shady as fuck, you're not helping your case.'' ''Nonsense,'' added Mikey, catching her gaze. ''We just wanna make sure that you're not missing anything today.'' She knew he was trying to divert her eyes from something else... She was suddenly turned around, seeing Raphael holding a small cake. ''How 'bout something sweet?'' he asked with a grin, bringing the dessert to meet with Vee's face. All three turtles started to laugh as they saw Vee's surprised face, gasping, her features covered in icing and cake. She eyed the three brothers, trying to look mean, but smiling nonethless. ''It'd be too bad if I didn't share!'' she suddenly said, grasping some remains of the cake, throwing it first at Raph and then the others. Things changed for a friendly food fight, laughters never stopping. They didn't see Donnie coming in, intrigued by all the noise, until he received a projectile of icing right in his glasses. Everyone stopped, looking at him, until Vee laughed again, hilarity invading her regarding this whole scene. Donnie smiled in turn, removing his glasses, setting them aside on a nearby counter. He didn't know who threw that, but he prefered to put the blame on the woman, swiftly going to her and rubbing more of the dessert on her face. ''I hate you all!'' laughed Vee, her sides hurting from all the fun she was having. So far, this beat all her previous birthdays, that's for sure! *** After a quick clean-up, Vee and Donatello were back at the kitchen, the woman sitting at the table as the other insisted he'd cook breakfast. She knew the turtle was no culinary prodigy, but at least he knew how to cook eggs! Vee took that time to mindlessly look at things on her phone until a message popped up, this one being from her mother. At first she froze, frowning, until a long sigh escaped her, leaving the device to rest on the table in an ungraceful let down. That motion and sound grabbed Donnie's attention, curious as he saw Vee cross her arms before her, a slight displeased look on her face. ''What's wrong?'' he asked, adding the final touches to the plates. A new sigh came out, Vee taking off her glasses, rubbing her face, trying to change her mood perhaps. ''… It's my mom,'' she started. ''She's wishing me a happy birthday, okay, cool … but then she has to bring the same subject over and over again.'' ''Which is?'' Donnie added, sitting down and setting the food on the table. He didn't even ask for more as he grabbed her phone, opening it, only realizing at the last moment that this was probably a breach in privacy. But he only felt like he was staring into a void as the message was in French. ''She asked me if I want to go back home,'' answered Vee, her gaze looking down, somehow angry. ''She says I have no future here, that what I'm trying to do is useless and a waste of time, energy and money. … And everytime I tell her she's wrong, she gets mad and I don't know what to do.'' She tried to contain her tears, rubbing the corners of her eyes in order to prevent any leaks. ''… I'm so tired, Donnie. I'm tired that not even my family wants to give me a chance. I want to do so many things but I don't know where to look. I feel trapped and I want to scream, … but nothing gets out and it hurts inside.'' She didn't even need to look up to know that he was staring at her. A hiccup escaped her as she hid her eyes, ashamed. She felt like she was ruining everything, knowing the day had started on such a good note. She only heard the mutant's chair slide, then feeling his form walking to her, kneeling down so he could be at her level. He said nothing, gently bringing Vee into an embrace, the woman finally giving up as some soft cries escaped her. ''I-I don't want to leave,'' she sobbed. ''I want t-to be with you. My life is here.'' ''Shh, you're not leaving, you're not going anywhere,'' reassured Donnie. He let her pour her feelings for some moment, knowing this was the only good thing to do. … Vee rarely spoke about her family. He knew she didn't have a strong attachment, but to him the idea of fleeing your loved ones was kind of a foreign concept. Of course he and his brothers had arguments at times and he did wish he was left alone … but Donnie knew he'd never be able to go on his own way and leave them behind. For this reason he had respect for the woman. He thought she was strong, even if he didn't know the whole story. When he felt that she was starting to calm down, the turtle slightly tightened his embrace, sighing as he left some kisses on top of her head. ''Don't let this matter bring you down. Everything you do has its worth, believe me,'' he murmured, nuzzling her. She hated herself. She hated her mind, her creative strength. Oh how many times had she wished to be blessed with another life path. Vee tried to hush her thoughts, knowing voicing them would only create more tears or problems. Her tears had stopped, eyes closed to end the burning sensation. She calmed her breathing, burrowing her face in the other's neck. ''… I'm sorry. Y-you're right. I shouldn't break down because of that, I-'' ''It's not about me being right,'' cut Donnie. ''It's about acknowledging what's important for you!'' He backed her gently, cupping the bottom of her face and erasing the remaining wet trails. ''You want to be an artist? Go for it,'' he continued. ''I will support and root for you because I know that's what makes you happy. I love the way you look whenever you sing. I love how calm you are when drawing or practicing the piano. And I love how passionate you are about everything you do... We need artists in this world so they can remind us how beautiful and poetic life can be. I see billion of stars in your eyes … and oh how do I hate when I see their light flicker whenever you're upset.'' Vee was unable to answer, her breath choking, a smile appearing on her lips as some new tears came rolling down, touched by his words. She could feel his thumbs at work again, Donnie showing a faint smile. ''… There you are,'' he said calmly. ''You look wonderful, sublime, amazing, dare I say divine?'' ''You're going to make me cry again, you dorky poet,'' lightly laughed Vee. ''I can't help myself. Ever since I laid my eyes on you, you kept inspiring me...'' He left a soft kiss on her forehead, a low churr escaping him, his whole self trying to recomfort the woman. ''Today is going to be a wonderful day,'' added the turtle. ''I will treat you like royalty and make you forget about everything wrong in this world.'' ''You already treat me like royalty!'' giggled Vee. ''I won't forget how you call me 'princess' sometimes.'' Donnie showed a cocky grin, winking playfully. '''Cause I can't deny the truth when it's right in front of me!'' The woman's answer was a renewed hug, glad he could have shift the mood around. She couldn't help leaving some light kisses on his skin, whispering ''I love you''. How he could easily calm her anxiety was still a mystery to Vee, but it wasn't unwelcomed. For a long time she thought she could never find peace … yet here it was now in her arms. She glanced at the table after a while, smirking. ''I think we should get to breakfast before it gets cold,'' she murmured with a faint laugh. ''Wouldn't want to waste the rare opportunity of you cooking.'' *** As the evening settled in, Vee was surprised when Donnie told her they'd be taking the van to a certain destination. The woman couldn't contain her excitement, knowing it'd be the first time she'd be on the road with him She didn't even questionned how he learned to drive, she simply knew he'd be good at it. Vee did notice some stuff at the back of the van, but she gave it no real care, too eager for the adventure that was ready to unfold. Music playing, a hand holding the other's, the trip began, Donnie forever silent about their final destination, his smile never fading. Soon enough they were out of the city, lights fading, giving sight to a sea of trees and a black sky. The driving seemed endless, but Vee could care less, joy forever printed on her features, her eyes scanning the surroundings, an idea somehow growing in her mind. When they went off road, into a manmade path that led deep into the woods, Vee knew. She knew he remembered... Everything was dark, both of them finally alone in the world. The woman could easily see some stars glistening above, welcoming her into this new year of her life. When Donnie stopped the van, they were in the middle of a small clearing, the trees distanced enough to let them see the sky. The turtle left a kiss on top of Vee's hand, grabbing her attention right then. ''There's a meteor shower tonight,'' he started. ''I thought you'd like to see it.'' ''Like it? Donnie, I'd LOVE it!'' beamed Vee, her grin never faltering. Excitement pushed her to rush into his arms and lap, covering his features in kisses. Her joy was contagious as the mutant couldn't help showing the same smile. Soon they were both out, Donnie grabbing what he had brought in the van. He placed his telescope near the side of the vehicule, the side doors opened so he could place various blankets around the van's floor, creating makeshift seats. He also brought out a bottle of red wine, grinning in amusement, knowing this was a reminder of their date on the rooftop. The surroundings were plunged in darkness, except for the faint green fairy lights found in the van, which brought a sort of surreal air to the scene. As he turned around to offer a glass to Vee, he noticed how she was already occupied at the telescope, observing the night sky, a faint smile on her lips. He came next to her, a soft, happy sigh leaving him as he studied her form. Then he glanced up to the sky, appreciating how he could see much more stars compared to when in the city. ''Do you know why I love space?'' started Vee, still looking through the lense. The turtle looked down to her. ''Do tell,'' he answered. The woman stood back up, her eyes still fixed on the sky. She seemed serene and glad, finally at peace... ''It reminds me how problems can seem insignificant at times. We are nothing more but a tiny spec in a vast universe and what seems like mountains to us are just small bumps in the void... When things go bad in my life, when I feel like it's the end of the world, I try to remind myself that I'm just an ant on this ant mill we call Earth. There's so many things bigger than us, so many things undiscovered, so many wonders to find. … I can't stop myself when facing a petty problem. I need to go forward.'' She finally glanced at Donnie, her soft smile still present. ''Sometimes things are hard, life's a bitch, but what hurts me makes me feel alive. I see my anxiety as an overdose of that feeling; it's my body's way of telling me that I need to stop and think. Wonder where's my place in all of this, in this universe. … It may never be big nor important, but I may choose where it leads and how it can affect my life and the one of those around me.'' She moved towards him, next taking the glass out of his hands, the turtle's eyes forever fixed on her. ''When I see you,'' she added, calm. ''I see a future; something grand, something more. I can finally dream, I can believe! … You're the greatest gift I could ever have.'' The ghost of a smile went over Donnie's features, visibly touched by her words. For the rare occasion, he didn't know what to say. He often felt this way when around Vee, her whole self mesmerizing him. She had that wise aura he could never cease being in awe of... He had unconsciously closed the final thread of distance between them, cupping her face oh so gently and simply leaning down so he could leave a kiss on her lips. He loved her. So, so, much. He wanted to keep her close, protect her, tell her that his life seemed so much brighter ever since she appeared... She was his star, forever shining in the sky, forever warming him. ''My love...,'' he whispered, still close. Vee kissed him back again, tenderly, loving the feel of his lips against hers. As the feeling was growing, a beeping sound suddenly stopped them, Vee's eyes wide with surprise and confusion. Donnie straigthened up, looking at a device on his wrist, turning the alarm off. He grinned, pointing the sky. ''Good thing I thought about that alarm! It's about to start.'' Vee's smile was as big as his, both of them next getting to the van, sitting at the edge of the opened space. The woman was seated in-between the other's legs, Donnie next bringing a blanket around them and their shoulders, leaving enough space for Vee to be able to drink from times to times. Their eyes were glued to the sky, eagerly waiting for the celestial show to begin. … A bright line painted itself across the sky in a quick gesture, soon followed by two and three more, never stopping. Vee couldn't hide her amazement, sighing in delight. ''Best birthday ever...,'' she mused, leaning against her lover's torso, appreciating his heat. Donnie seemed to remember something, moving an arm out of the blanket, reaching for a bag. ''I still have something to give you!'' Vee faked being shocked: ''Stop spoiling me!'' ''Never!'' scolded the other in an amused tone. He got a small wooden box out, presenting it before the woman. The design wasn't too extravageant, some ornemental carvings found on the top lid. Vee set her glass down, intrigued. She gently took the box, looking around it until the other told her to open it. It was empty, but as soon as the lid was opened, a sweet melody started playing. It didn't take time for Vee to recognize the tune as Debussy's Clair de Lune, the woman staying still as she listened. She did observe that something was engraved on the interior of the top lid: ''D + V'', with some hearts surrounding the letters. It was cheesy, but she loved it. ''Did … did you make this?'' asked Vee, somehow choking up on her feelings. She felt Donnie's arms around her waist, the turtle nuzzling her hair, smiling. ''Indeed,'' he answered sweetly. ''… I had to ask Raph some pointers about carving, but I assembled pretty much everything. Getting the music was the hard part. … But for you, it was worth it.'' He left some kisses around before adding: ''… Put things that remind you of us in this box, so that whenever you feel sad and I can't be around, you'll have something to smile to. It's maybe not much, and I wish I could always be by your side, but I can assure I poured all my heart into this...'' Vee sighed, closing the box and leaning against the turtle once more, her smile glued to her features. ''Why are you perfect?'' she mused, keeping the wooden box in her arms, close to her torso. ''Nothing is perfect in this world,'' snickered Donnie, his gaze going for the sky, observing the on-going shower. ''Well, to me you are, especially compared to my exes...'' His attention snapped back to her, knowing she had never really mentionned her previous relationships. He knew she had some, but that's the only detail he ever had about them... ''… What were they like?'' he dared ask. Vee puffed a small laugh, grinning in amusement. ''Oh, you know, at first they seem like the perfect gentlemen, but then they tend to take you for granted and give you no attention whatsoever... The first one never really made any efforts for me, thinking he'd only need to show his face from times to times for me to stay by his side. And then my second, and previous one, fell into a routine. Our chemistry was already thin, but with time it hardly hanged by a fragile thread. I was left alone, only used for pleasure.... It was a nightmare and I knew I had to run from it.'' She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. ''I've never asked for much. I want to be valued for who I am, what I am. I don't want to be a trophy nor a tool. … I want to be a partner. Too many times people have misjudged me and on many occasions they have regretted it.'' She could feel Donnie's hold tighten around her a little, nuzzling her hair. ''People don't know what they're missing, that's all,'' he started. ''… Meeting you was probably one of the greatest thing in my life and, to be honest, I've never connected that much with someone before.'' He took a pause, somehow uneasy all of a sudden. ''But Vee … you do know that I can't always give you attention? I mean, with patrols and the stuff I have to work on, sometimes things get out of hands.'' Vee straightened up, looking up to the mutant. ''Oh gosh, Donnie, please don't think that I'm insinuating anything with what I said! I am perfectly aware of your lifestyle and your family's role in the city. I have such respect for you and your brothers. … The fact that you can find some moments to be with me, it's highly appreciated.'' She nuzzled his neck, sighing. ''You're so much different than these two others, believe me. … I too never connected that much with anyone and I can't believe I'm this lucky to have you by my side.'' Her eyes met his, the world suddenly silent. Her voice became a whisper, only for him to hear. ''I feel like I've been on a long journey and only now have I found its ending goal: you.'' They were now close, one of Donnie's hands in the woman's hair, forever gentle. They were studying eachother's features, always in awe of one another's beauty... ''I could travel amongst galaxies only to find you,'' continued Vee, her voice still soft. ''The love of my life, my everything... my soul.'' She could notice some traces of water in Donatello's eyes, touched by her words once more. He closed them though, smiling weakly as he left his forehead against the human's, the woman closing her eyes in turn. ''That's not fair,'' said the turtle with a faint chuckle. ''It's your birthday, I'm supposed to be the one to shower you with nice words!'' Vee's answer was to kiss him tenderly. They didn't know if time had stop or was simply lingering, but everything felt so slow and yet so perfect at this very moment. Their hands trailed around eachother's skin, translating their love, forever grateful to be together... They felt like their hearts were bursting with every ounce of love they ever had, feeling oh so complete with one another. As the kiss ended, they were back to observing the meteors, staying close. Donnie was slightly surprised though as he started to hear a melody being sung by Vee, the human looking calm and simply happy. ''Poets often use many words To say a simple thing It takes thought and time and rhyme To make a poem sing With music and words I've been playing For you I have written a song To be sure that you known what I'm saying I'll translate as I go along Fly me to the moon And let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On jupiter and mars In other words, hold my hand In other words, darling kiss me Fill my heart with song And let me sing forever more You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words, I love you Fill my heart with song And let me sing forever more You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words, I love you.'' Oh how he loved whenever she sang, her voice forever filled with a multitude of emotions. He could only keep her close, whispering sweet words in her ear, telling her how insanely in love he was with her. Forever his princess, his love, his muse. Nothing and no one could ever bring him this much bliss... *** Ever since that meteor shower, Vee had never felt that much more alive. Love was giving her a renewed energy she had long sought, her creativity going wild, often found drawing or practicing the piano whenever she'd be at the lair. She was inspired to create so many things, polishing her portfolio and putting more energy into searching new job opportunities. She was always smiling, that positivity not escaping Donatello's attention. He couldn't help his own smile as he was working on his computer, hearing Vee playing nearby, practicing some melody. His attention shifted though as he saw Leonardo come to his desk, the leader softly clearing his throat as if to chase away some uneasiness he had. ''Hey Donnie.'' Something somehow felt off... ''Hey!'' greeted back the purple clad turtle, swinging his chair to face his brother. Leo folded his arms before him, slightly biting his lip for some seconds, thoughtful. ''… I was wondering if you could help me?'' Donnie raised a brow, confused at his brother's behavior. ''Uhm, yeah sure, you want me to fix something?'' ''No, it's not about that... It's about someone.'' Both could hear Vee's playing suddenly stopping, the woman showing a smile as she was looking in their direction. ''Did I hear that well?'' she started, amused. She got off from her seat, going towards them. ''Did you meet someone?'' she asked Leo, grinning. ''Well, we meet lots of people, Vee,'' pointed Donnie. ''I don't see how that's out of the ordinary..'' He stopped, frowning, looking back at the leader. ''Unless.... How's that someone special now?'' Leo let out a faint chuckle, somehow timid. ''Her name's Mikasa,'' he started. ''I first met her back in november and we've been meeting ever since. … Now she wants to visit.'' Vee's grin had never been bigger, already eager to hear more about this Mikasa. Donnie on his part was pensive, a billion questions popping in his mind. ''Then why do you need my help?'' asked the tall turtle. ''Is there something special that needs to be done?'' ''I just want people to be around,'' said Leo. ''I- … I dont want this to be awkward. I feel so nervous when she's around.'' ''Oh my god, Leo, are you in love?'' dared ask Vee, still smiling. The blue clad turtle suddenly blushed, slightly grimacing. He let ouf a quick sigh, pinching the base of his nose, trying to calm his thoughts. ''No! I mean, maybe. I don't really know... It's a bit complicated right now.'' He glanced up to Vee. ''I was wondering if you and April could be here too? I guess I'd need some human input to know if she's alright or not...'' ''Goddamn, Leo, you're not bringing her to court and right before a jury!'' laughed Donnie. ''Why do you need her to be judged and all that stuff?'' ''Because I value my family's opinion! If they think something feels off about her, I'll simply stop everything.'' ''Don't you trust your own judgment?'' asked Vee, curious. ''… Yes and no. I've done things I'm not proud of and now I don't want to do that same mistake again.'' Vee and Donnie frowned, glancing at eachother. Both shrugging, they decided to drop that intriguing case, the purple clad mutant joining his hands, somehow trying to look professional. ''Want me to do a background check before she comes?'' ''If it's not much trouble, yes.'' Donnie chuckled, adjusting his glasses: ''Oh please, don't underestimate my skills.'' That brought up an amused smile on Leo's face. He knew he shouldn't feel this hesitant, but the very idea of bringing someone new here always played on his nerves... He wanted everything to be perfect.

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A Little Extra Paddin' for the Winter

A/N: I’ve been really focused on writing my series’ lately and I really just miss writing fun, fluffy, smutty, one shots! Like these just warm my heart, they keep me inspired and keep my love for writing these fics alive. PLUS CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT OUR LORD AND SAVIOR, THICC BUCKY?!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Cursing. NSFW, Oral sex(female receiving) body worship, pregnancy hormones gone wild

Summary: Bucky has been gaining some baby weight of his own and his fiancé, Y/N’s raging hormones cant handle it.

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You can’t deny it, you fucking love your fiancée’s body.

Fiancé, you hear that? Fucking fiancé. Like future husband. You still get a little giddy at the word. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but just the thought of it could make your eyes prick. You shake it off, it was definitely the hormones. They had been driving you and everyone around you a little bit up the wall. From the cravings to the mood swings, this pregnancy thing really wasn’t the walk in the park that they made it out to be.

Like this horniness! No one had warned you that just the sight of Bucky would turn you into mush. It had been like this for weeks too, you were really starting to ware the both of you out. You just couldn’t help it, those tight sweaters and Henley’s he wore clung to his tree trunk like core- to his broad shoulders. The cozy fabric was just too inviting your itching fingers had a mind of their own.

Like now, you were supposed to be putting on clothes; you and Buck and a few other members of the team had decided to go and look at the Christmas lights at Rockefeller Center- but your eyes were heavily trained on the flex of his shoulders as he shrugged into a dense pullover. Fuck. It was memorizing. You’d heard Tony’s teasing of Bucky’s “baby weight” gain, but honestly, you don’t think you’d ever been more attracted to him. Not that you hadn’t always thought he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever met, but this? This was something else.

You huff and collapse back onto the bed, abandoning your attempt to put on your knee high boots. It shouldn’t be this easy for him to make you want to jump his bones.

“Aw, you okay over there, baby doll?” Bucky eyes you from his place near the closet and you shrug, your lips pursed as you muttered an I guess. If heavily pregnant and being insanely horny for absolutely no reason were considered okay things, then yeah. You were great.

Bucky would have known something was wrong, even if you hadn’t given that grumble of a response. He’d been a little…neurotic(not crazy, he’d argue) along the duration of your pregnancy. The last seven months had been filled with him watching your almost every move, of overprotectiveness that bordered on ridiculousness. Bucky was doting and so, so good to you. You and the little life you were growing inside of you had become the center of his universe. He orbited around you, hated being too far away from you. It fucked up his gravitational pull, when you weren’t in eyesight.

Your staring up at the ceiling, half pouting, half craving beignets. You wondered if Tony would let you take the private jet on a quick little day trip to New Orleans…you knew if you asked Sam he’d definitely pilot…

You feel a pair of large hands on your doubled up legging clad thighs and you raise your head, over your round tummy, to lock eyes with Bucky’s azure ones.

He’s kneeling on the floor, one of your boots in hand. “Are you feeling alright? We don’t have to go tonight if you don’t want to”

The soft concern in his brooklynite voice makes you melt. Like it always does. “No, I want to go! Remember last year, when Steve almost busted his ass on that ice by that hot dog stand”

He chuckles at the memory as he begins to slide your boot up your curvy calf, wiggling it until it sat on your chubby thigh right, perfectly. You sigh at the feel of his finger tips.

“I told him to wear a pair of shoes with'a little traction this time. He wouldn’t want to go bustin’ up his pretty mug in front of Sharon”

You cant help but grin at the thought of it. At how red the Cap'n’s face would be.

Bucky’s so smooth and delicate with his actions, you never really knew something as simple as him putting your boots on be so intimate. How did he manage to make everything so erotic? You lean on your arms to watch him, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. You love the appearance of his cute little double chin. He claps a hand to each thigh when he’s got your boots adjusted right.

“Alright, Sweets. Anything else you need?”

It’s such an innocent well intentioned question, but where he just so happened to be placed at the moment had your mind drifting again.

“Well…while your down there” You waggle your arching brows at him suggestively and he barks out a laugh at you, shaking his head a little.

Hadn’t he just made you cum an hour or so ago? He’d toyed with your clit under your robe while you were putting on your makeup. You had been so insatiable lately, it was one of the few times in his life he was grateful for the serum that ran through his veins. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep up with you if he wasn’t enhanced.

You had the stamina of a rabbit.

But he didn’t mind. No, he’d take care of his girl, no matter what you needed from him. He’d give it to you.

“Yeah?” He asks coyly, his fingers are already hooking in both your leggings and panties. “You need your pretty pussy eaten?”

“Please baby” You whine as he drags them down your thighs, just enough that your core is bare for him, you spread your legs as much as you can around the constricting material.

He doesn’t tease you, doesn’t make you wait. He licks a fat stripe up the crease of your labia, his tongue pressing through at your clit. You collapse, your back pressing into the mattress as he begins to lap directly at your bundle of nerves, you know he’s going to get you off within minutes. Seconds even. You card your fingers through his dark locks adoringly, before gripping handfuls of them. Pressing him closer. What you’ve always loved about getting eaten out by Bucky was the fact that he didn’t do it half assed. He used his whole face, his chin dipping into your heat. His nose nudging your mound as he worked you over. Your a mess of desperate whimpers and sobs as the wet sound ‘smacking’ sound of him binging on you fills the air.

He doesn’t even have to use his fingers, he makes you climax with one final pro tug on your clit. He does this thing where he manages to use his lips, teeth and tongue at once and you scream your fucking lungs out.

“Nggnngh. Oh James, oh baby. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck”

You praise as your whole body goes off, waves after waves of electric pleasure washing over you. And of course. Bucky draws it out until your twitching and dry heaving and all but clawing at him to stop. He gives one final, loving lick, and then an even more tender kiss to the mound of your pussy before he begins to pull your leggings back up, you lift you hips to help him.

“You want to know something fucked up?” You note, your still laying back, blissed out in your post orgasm.

“What?” Bucky stands, going over to grab a random article of clothing from the hamper in the closet and to wipe his glistening lower face on.

“I could barley see you over my stomach!” You shake with laughter as you rub your bump fondly “Like, literally, all I could see was the top of your head!”

Bucky laughs, hard at that, at you. At your constantly joking nature. God, he couldn’t wait to see you with his child, he hoped they’d have your laugh.

After fixing both of your hair, you run a brush, taming your hair that had been mused when your head had thrashed against the bed. Make sure it falls over your shoulders right, before moving onto Bucky and easily reaching up gathering his mane into a smooth knot at the back of his neck. You loved his man-buns, he loved you doing his hair for him because hell if he could ever get it to cooperate on his own.

Bucky bundles you up nice and tight, wanting to make sure you were protected from the harsh chilly December air. You feel even bigger, which how was that even possible, in your bulky winter coat. In the scarf that he wound around your neck and the knit turban you tug onto your head.

“I look like a snow beast” You sigh, giving your hair one last fluff, putting on one last coat of lipstick. Bucky snorts and kisses the side of your head lovingly.

“You look cute. Like the abominable snow monster from Rudolph” He narrowly avoids your hand as you reach to slap him, maneuvering you easily, grabbing your elbow and pulling you to him so that he can press pecks your lips. You giggle into his mouth, although you still want to whack him. Steve manages to save his ass, as always by coming in, asking you if you were ready to go. Sam was right behind him teasing you guys with “If you guys could stop going at it like rabbits, we’re already late!”

“It’s not me” Bucky defends himself, pulling away from the kiss with dancing eyes “I’m just a bystander in this whole situation. Ya’ know, sperm doner-”

The slap you give to his shoulder echo’s around the room and you glare at him and walk away. Sam tosses an arm around your shoulders and gives Bucky a teasing glare just along with you as the two of you walk ahead. Bucky sighs. Oh, pregnancy hormones. You’d think he would have learned not to put his foot in his mouth after all these months, but he still wasn’t quite used to you being so touchy.

Steve gives Bucky a sympathetic look “Come on Bud, you can buy her a Cinnabon. She was complanin’ earlier about craving one. She’ll be right as rain”

Bucky just nods, smiling in spite of himself at the knowledge that baked goods really would fix it all. He thinks he could use one too. He’d knew he’d get back into your good graces, whether he had to eat Cinnamon rolls with you, or just drag you off somewhere and eat you in general. He’d do what he must. He’d been told those were the sacrifices that came with fatherhood…although he didn’t mind eating either.

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Stargazing II pt. 2

Jimin x reader x Taehyung

genre: ANGST, slight smut, confused feelings and plot twists

word count: 15.9k

He was your first love, your soulmate who shaped your heart, covered it with scars no one was able to erase..except for the one causing the indentations deforming the once beautiful muscle that still longed for the part that was torn out on a day in late autumn.

Was it really Jimin who decided to leave you or was it another person pulling the strings? Confused feelings that threatened to break you slowly started to clench your heart..

The last time you felt the aching sorrow numbing your heart was the night you lay in your bed after Jimin had left you. Rain splashed against your window above your bed, not a single star hanging from the blackness of the night sky while you reached for the invisible figure of your ex-boyfriend hovering over you, his still perfectly shaped face smiling down at you. The sparse light flickering over your wet cheeks made you remember him every single night. That time you couldn't feel the tears anymore, hours of crying milking your tear glands and the only feeling clenching your heart a strange emptiness. It was the worst night of your life, never ending and full of nightmares that wouldn't go away when you woke up, because you didn't sleep for weeks.

Tonight wasn't any different. Even though you felt how anger and frustration built up inside you, turning your guts in a grumbling mess, ready to hurl out your intestines your heart was occupied by the same emptiness you experienced the night three years ago. It filled your heart and crumbled the remaining lowered walls protecting it from him. But it didn't help, the shield dropped and your beating muscle was free, vulnerable and attacked again. Your breath was stuck in your lungs as you stared at the girl standing before you, her hands laying possessively on Jimin's shoulders while he didn't dare to look up once. You saw your hands shake before you pulled them off of the table to clench them into strong fists to stop them from erecting. How were you supposed to react in that kind of situation? It was as if you were thrown into icy water without a life vest, dipped under the freezing surface by Jimin and his..his..Mey.

Feeling every person's eyes on you – except one pair of color brown – you forced a smile on your face, ignoring the stinging pain blurring your vision.

“Y/n..”, Taehyung shifted to the side without really moving, his warm palm giving you the help you needed not to throw your glass at the girl and young man in front of you. “We can go if you want. Now”, it was a faint whisper of his low voice offering you to get you out of that unbelievable nightmare, but you were over him, right? You were over him. Jimin was nothing but a mistake in the past. Right? He broke your heart and didn't even care how miserable your life was afterwards, not only leaving you with a bleeding heart, no, without an explanation moving into another city.

Clearing your throat you stood up. Nobody could hold you there with him and his..his..

“I forgot something important at home”, you declared vague, not caring how stupid and disbelieving your excuse sounded, snatching your coat and scarf to place them under your arm to rush out as fast as possible. A second longer and you would've imploded.

Your two friends nodded sadly, throwing you apologetic and worried glances as you stumbled over your feet, screeching the chair over the floor. Turning away you stopped right where you were, a hand enclosed around your upper arm.

“D-don't go. Please”, Jimin's voice was a whiff, begging for you to stay although he had no right to ask you for something as hurtful as this while leaned across the entire table to hold you back. “I haven't seen you in so..long. I want to get to know-”

“Oh shut up, will you?”, you beamed with fury at his faked words. “Getting to know me? While you're flirting with your..your..”, you paused, biting your inner cheek for the bitter taste in your mouth to go away. “Mey. She's here for you, you better not fake being sorry for leaving me and being back to check on me. I'm perfectly fine.” You whispered the words so no one else would eavesdrop, but it was obvious what you told him. “Go and be happy, Jimin. You don't need me for that-”

“Jiminie? Let her go if she wants to go home”, the female voice burned into your head a lot louder than any other voice filling the room. The hand on your arm fell off with the first word leaving Mey's lips.

Looking past Jimin you saw her tilting her dark thatch, smiling innocently at you which switched on something inside you, inflamed an emotion you were forbidden to feel. Jealousy. She was toying with you. Testing your limits and patience because she knew who you were and that Jimin's heart once belonged to you. Hence you felt forced to meet your ex-boyfriend's darkening eyes, seeing hope fading inside them as to why you rummaged for your phone.

Then you sighed trying to give off that you were unlaced by her tries and the whole situation itself. “An hour, nothing more.”

Challenge lacing your orbs you sat back down between Tae and Bee, your tongue poking your inner cheek whereas you cocked up your brows. They should see how pissed you were, but giving in after you developed the strength to deal with being broken and alone? Not a chance.

Awkward silence filled the air around the group of you as Mey sat down without inviting her to, personal space foreign words for the sweetly smiling girl. She practically sat on Jimin's lap while he nervously squirmed under three pairs of eyes, yours included.

“And who exactly are you? Coming here out of the blue like an intruder that waited for the perfect opportunity to burst in a nice conversation?”, Bee crossed her arms in front of her chest, her expression ice cold, directed in the direction of the girl fidgeting with Jimin's softly looking, big sleeve that caused way too familiar sweater paws. How you loved Bee for that! A proud smile creeping on your face you silently thanked god for your best friend. “I mean, we don't even know who you are and now you casually burst in our group-”

“Stop it, Bee”, Jimin's quiet voice shut your friend up in one go. Not only she was surprised by his words. “She's..she..She's my..” You saw realisation in his narrowed eyes, blinking for a few times without continuing his phrase you knew would lead to.

“Girlfriend.”

All eyes turned your way. The words that wouldn't even dare to cross your mind slipped out of your mouth, pissed that your ex hadn't the balls to be blunt about their relationship, because she wasn't hiding anything. Her glance told you how mighty she felt, how right you were about your accusation. She was what you claimed her to be. His..Jimin's..fuck. Girlfriend. The one young woman he most certainly fucked every damn night. Who he invited on beautiful, romantic dates and the worst, you were confident about the fact that he also explained the stars to her like he did to you. Night after night gazing at the tiny shining sparkles peppered over the black night sky.

Your head fell back briefly, your throat dry and the knot signalled how far you stood on the verge of tears. But you wouldn't cry. Not now.

Clearing his throat Jimin scratched his neck, his brown orbs flying over your face. “What? It's not-”

“Don't be shy, Jiminie!”, Mey pinged his rose cheeks with an innocent smile plastered on her face. “Around four years already.” F-Four years? “But most importantly, you must be Tae, Jimin always speaks about you and you two are?”

You stared at a point over their heads, the far distant of the windows, down the street and further where you knew lay your house. How would you survive a whole hour with them at this table? Why didn't you rush home just as you intended?

Taehyung put his arm around your shoulders, being the protection you missed, soothing you with his thumb drawing circles on your upper arm. “I'm Taehyung, that's right. That's Bee and this is y/n. You should know their names as much as mine, because these two are your friend's longest friends, too.”

“Boyfriend's”, she corrected the guy beside you and you had difficulties not to puke. “He must've mentioned your name some time, y/n. But I can't remember in what context.”

“Is that so?”, you asked without sounding too suspicious of your murderous thoughts.

“I told her”, Jimin's soft voice was heard over the quiet music and the chatter in the room. “I-”

“When?”, Mey shifted her head to the side. “I really can't remember.”

It was ridiculous. You had enough, but for real now. Jimin's new girl was not only teasing you, she was degrading you with her questions, not caring about you at all. But why would she anyway, huh? She had what you'd never have in your life again.

Not saying a single word you wriggled yourself out of Tae's touch, pecking Bee's warm cheek and nearly running out of that place you wouldn't face the next weeks, or months. Outside the restaurant you walked through the piercing raindrops that slowly started to solidify into faint snow flakes. You hated the winter. It reminded you of Jimin, in good and even worse ways hence you pulled your scarf tighter around yourself, burying your face in it.

Now it was you who would have to start anew, again. Your wounds were brutally opened, your walls crashed, your mind a haze and you still wanted nothing more than to fall into the arms who held another girl by now.

“Why, god, why did he come back?”, you looked heavenwards, standing still at the end of the street to wait for the traffic lights to change.

Deep in your bones you felt the upcoming storm approaching. And you heard how your heartbeat began to decrease, determination seeping into you. One thing was for sure, maybe Mey and Jimin had made your night the worst – expect the years he ripped out your heart – but from this moment on, your swore, you would arm yourself against them in every possible way. Starting from a healthy mind.

“You won't knock me down again”, you threw your fist in the air, punching the invisible face of the young man who still sat next to your best friends inside the warm shop. “Never, Park Jimin!”

Laughing at your sad try to find the courage to go on, you were sure that it needed a lot more than a shout in the empty streets to get over what happened to you tonight. And you were right, because the next day your shaking determination was tested already.

Tae: I'm sorry, babe. I should have told you that Jimin moved back [09:54am]

You received Tae's message the morning after the awkward moment you met your ex-boyfriend Jimin after almost four years. Of course you were mad at Tae for not telling you, hiding the fact that Jimin would come back in town. If he had told you you would've braced yourself and put your mind to peace with thoughts that everything would turn out absolutely fine, but like that? Not a chance you were prepared for his return.

You: Get it over with, Tae. I'm a big girl. Wanna meet up tonight? [17:39pm]

As if. You caught yourself lying at him, but who cared? He was sincerely sorry and you wanted to be brought on other thoughts as to why you suggested hooking up. Maybe it would free your mind, maybe you wouldn't be able to forget, but you had to try it at least. It took him not even a minute to answer although you let him wait for a couple of hours.

Tae: at 9. My house [17:40pm]

Grinning at your display you slandered in your bathroom to get a hot shower, pushing the clenching feeling around your heart off. Jimin, who? You snickered. Man, it was a long way to go, but mind blowing sex with your buddy was the perfect start to get rid of the pictures in your tired head that evoked an ultimate urge to gag. Jimin was your past. Period. And now it was time to look forward again.

His lips traced over your neck, biting in your soft skin, leaving you shuddering beneath Tae as he sensually rolled his hips against you. He made you feel like floating, his low growls getting you closer to your orgasm while his thrusts reached deep, brushing the spot inside you that brought the coin to flip.

“Oh, shit”, you moaned out loud, your fingernails scratching deep marks on his tanned back, his slight chuckle driving you crazy. “You know me too well, Tae..ah.”

You were close, your legs wrapping themselves around his moving hips to press him deeper as he already went in.

“Babe, don't. fucking. do. this.” Taehyung's voice pressed through his gritted teeth as he propped himself on his elbows to shove his wet tongue in your mouth. And you gladly accepted it, playing, teasing him while he fucked you into oblivion, your painful feelings and nightmare like thoughts disappearing the closer he got you to your climax. “Come for me, babe. I want to see your pretty face while my cock makes you c-come..” The last word was swallowed as you started to contradict harshly around his erection inside your folds, the heat you felt in the pit of your stomach exploding.

“Fuck..Ji-”, you stopped yourself, eyes wide with shock as you locked them with Tae's chocolate ones. If you were able to you would've apologised immediately, but you couldn't as your orgasm washed over you. Everything went white before you clung panting on your friend's neck as he leaned down to muffle your frantic mewls by pressing his red, heart shaped lips on yours. While riding out your high Tae continued to move his mouth on yours ere he straightened himself on his knees, his dick still buried in your heat.

Embarrassed by yourself you slapped your hands over your face. “I'm so fucking sorr-”

“Shut up.”

Surprised by his harsh tone your hands were smacked away from your pink cheeks. How did this happened? You closed your lids for like two seconds as you came, but he was the first thing your sick brain imagined whereas you came. Groaning your legs were spread wider than normal, Taehyung's fingers tapping on your knees.

“It's okay, y/n”, he smugly smirked down at your highly embarrassed self. “You better let me spread you.”

Nodding you bit down your bottom lip not to moan a name you really didn't want to say aloud right now.

Tae on the other side had other plans with you, trying his best to occupy your busy mind with nothing but himself and his amazing thrusts. “Moan my name. Now.”

Obeying you grabbed him by the shoulders, your voice starting off rather quiet before you cried out his name over and over again, feeling his skin hitting yours. And then Tae's feral, deep grunts and hisses filled his bedroom, his hips getting slower.

“Taehyung!”, you threw your head back, arching your back because you knew how much he adored to see you that vulnerable and craving.

Slick spurts of his release shot in the condom he wore, his lean, tanned body was tinged in sweat, collapsing on yours while his lips attached themselves on yours.

“That's the only name you'll scream from now on, got it?”

Heavy breathing you nodded, slightly smiling up at his attractive face. “Got it.”

Pulling out of you he threw the condom on the floor. “You didn't. Damn, Tae, that's disgusting”, you hit his chest, but your wrists were grabbed the instant, his tall body thrown on top of you again. His big, beautiful hands began to nudge your sides, knowing that tickling was the best medicine to get your attention – after sex.

Laughing from the top of your lungs you two bickered around, his long fingers teasing your naked body while throwing you around the bed and right as you were ready to attack back the door was opened. Tae's body still half on yours, almost covering your bare skin and private spots a pair of ebony orbs got wider than you had ever seen them.

“Fuck, sorry..shit”, with a deafening thud the door was slammed shut and Jimin out of the room.

Frozen in place your fingers lay on the skin above your heart to feel if it still beat. It did. Faster than ever.

Taehyung on the other side sat up into a sighting position, his loud, low voice echoing through his house. “Never heard of fucking knocking?!”

Instead of an answer you faintly witnessed the front door falling into it's lock.

“Y/n..”

“No, it's totally fine”, you lied, tapping on the free spot beside you, curling yourself up. “Let's sleep, yeah?”

Shooting you a suspicious glance Tae sighed, but accepted your offer and crawled next to you, his hand wandering over your stomach to stroke your skin gently. “Wanna watch a movie while cuddling up?”

Nodding you smiled reluctantly at the boy who tried his best to get a special someone off of your mind again, just as he did the last four years. As he climbed back into the warmth of his bed, you immediately put your head on his chest so he won't see the rush of emotions running wild over your face, your eyes glued to the screen without actually seeing something. Fuck. Repressing a major groan you felt how fast your heart still beat, your eyes drying up while you didn't dare to blink, anxious about the shocked face that would burn in your lids. Jimin looked like a ghost, his flushed skin getting pale whereas you saw nothing but pain in his chocolate colored pupils. The evil side in you cheered for yourself, seeing him hurt because of Tae touching you, but the naïve you felt utterly miserable that he had to see you in such an intimate moment.

“Y/n?”

Flinching at the loud voice and the fingers shaking you, you lifted your head. Taehyung arched his brows up, smiling down knowingly.

“It seems like I need to distract you a lot more.”

As if hit by a truck I sat outside the house in the rain, an umbrella over my head..my best friend, Tae, was..was..

“Fuck!”, I let out a frustrated cry, my hands running through my short hair to calm my twitching nerves. I had never thought that you would..I couldn't even think of the words that I had seen a few seconds ago. You, naked..your wonderful body and your perfect laugh..Tae's hands on your..

“Calm the fuck do-”

“Jimin?”, there that high voice was again, Mey's silhouette forming in the dark, walking light-footed towards me with her signature innocent – fake – smile. She was the last person I wanted to see right now, trying to collect my own thoughts. “Why are you sitting outside?”

“Can we go to the convenience store? I'm hungry”, was all I said, walking past her to get to the light illuminated shelter in the form of a shop. I heard Mey's hasty steps behind me, her rather big hand grabbing mine while we went past my old house, past your house..

The night was painted by lack of sleep, a snoring Taehyung next to you whose leg was clinging on your body. Around two in the morning you had witnessed the front door getting locked, some silently tip toeing footsteps and some pretty loud ones walking down the hall where Tae's bedroom was situated. And of course you knew whose steps you heard. Jimin's and Mey's. Unluckily their bedroom seemed to be the one right next to yours and you prayed with all your might that Jimin would have a bit of decency not to fuck her while you could hear absolutely everything. Starting from her constant chattering to his grunts of understanding further to the way the bed creaked under his or her weight. You imagined them cuddled up, his painfully pretty face so close to Mey's..

You had enough of the piercing feeling that wouldn't stop hurting your heart as you lay in the dark with your eyes closed shut and the pictures in your head driving you insane. Your gaze flew to the guy beside you, his leg carefully lifted as you wrapped yourself in one of the blankets, storming out bare feet. Down the stairs you took the corner that lead to the huge terrace of his house, Tae's parents long moved out – almost two years now – while you visited him after Jimin had left you. Since the moment he found you crying, desperately looking for your ex in front of his house Taehyung never dared to leave your side, and for that you were more than grateful. He was your saviour as you needed one so bad who developed to your fuck friend, but you had the strange feeling that he wanted more from you than just your body. Which was the reason you didn't spend as much time at his house as you used to the last years, definitely not ready to start something knew, afraid he might gain enough power over your emotions and would let you fall like someone did in the past. It was ridiculous, you knew it, but you weren't ready to fall in love, especially not now after Jimin was back, turning your entire, difficult, tightly organised life upside down, ripping out the healed spot in your heart a second time with the appearance of his new girlfriend. Merciless asshole, you thought whereas you opened the door to the garden and a gust of a cold early winter's night took your breath for a brief moment.

The frozen floor was numbing your toes as you walked towards the ice cold pillows of the couch that stood underneath the glassy roof of their terrace. With force you pulled it behind you, ignoring the icy sparks below your feet. Right under the stairs to the actual green of the grass the sofa stood now while you rushed inside to bring another blanket from the living room to wrap your naked body in them against the cold air of the night. Your warm breath formed in front of your face, your view turned upwards into the sky where you met old friends hanging from the firmament above your tiny body. They knew you better than anyone else, all your problems cried out to them, the beautiful moments they were able to see long gone as you only visited them whenever something clenched your heart and soul. The smallest of shiny stars in the night sky made you happy, your thoughts, negative or not, made place for the numbing void in your head only the sight above you was able to give you when you felt like shit, just as the last days.

A small sigh escaped you, your eyes covered with emptiness as you let out everything that darkened your mind. You didn't even care that you definitely looked pathetic as you sat there in the blackness in nothing but two way too thin blankets, talking to the stars as if they'd seriously listen and help you with your problems while one of the most attractive, caring and humorous guys in the entire world lay upstairs and thought you were next to him dreaming peacefully.

“..I can't even cope with all the suffering anymore”, you whispered, your legs pulled against your chest, your chin dropped on your knees while you stared heavenwards. “He even saw us! And it still hurts like hell to know that he's back, you know? And..and with h-his..I don't want to speak that shit aloud..”

A crack behind you made you flinch hard, your silent conversation cut off immediately as you realised someone was eavesdropping on your heartfelt, pathetic monologue. In slow motion, afraid it might be the wrong person listening in on you, you turned around with wide eyes, the blanket pulled tighter and tighter.

“I-I didn't mean to listen!”

You didn't know if you should feel relieved or even more upset as you saw Jimin standing there in his black sweatpants and a big blue sweater that caused major sweater paws on his lean body. You knew that damned hoodie too well. It was the first present you made for him on your very first Christmas years ago. You had met up in the middle of the pavement that perfectly parted his and your side of the big property, his cheeks flushed, ears red from the cold, the tip of his nose reddened and his hands shook as he gave you your own present, a Polaroid camera to save precious moments of your future relationship. The many pictures you took over the years stuffed into a big carton that was dropped somewhere on your parent's attic.

Now that you had an uninvited guest your peace was gone, all menacing thoughts that left your brain storming in at once, stumbling over more worries as they clenched your head. He had heard everything you entrusted to the stars and that worried you to the bone. Jimin, the one it was all about, knew your deepest thoughts now, didn't he? But you tried not to look too desperate and flustered as you shifted around, signalling him to leave you alone by ignoring him. Minutes passed and as you dared to throw a glance back you saw him leaning against the frame, his brown eyes staring into the night sky. The softness of his expression made your blood boil in anger.

“What do you want? Can't you see that I want my fucking peace or why do you think I'm out here, feeling like a snowman?”, you turned around, your arm spread on the rest with your voice showing your annoyance. But instead of letting you alone with your thoughts a small chuckle was heard, his hand running through his dark hair. “What?!”

“Feeling like a snowman?”, Jimin held his long sleeve over his mouth to hide the grin pursing his plump lips.

Blood rushed into your pale face, heat coursing through your cold body at his words. Right now you hadn't shown him a cool, aloof side, no, an awkward side with a childlike description of your state. Good job, y/n. As embarrassed as you were you coughed to hide it, averting your gaze as you turned around again, facing the firmament a second time.

“I'm sorry, y/n.” After quite some time you gave up on him leaving you, so you tried to ignore him instead, if he wouldn't constantly start a conversation you really didn't wanna hold. Not after he had seen you having naked fun with his best friend, and not now or never really. “May I join you in silence for a while?”

You couldn't answer his quiet question, too torn between shouting at him and waving him closer to have him for yourself without getting disturbed. But that was wrong, your heart and mind not ready for that. To your surprise did Jimin the opposite of what you expected. He came closer, sitting right beside you in the dark in silence. The moment his bum met the soft, but freezing surface of the sofa your body stiffened. The last time you were that close to him alone was an eternity ago, the bit of heat resonating from his body warming you up from top to toe although the young man didn't even touch you. Seconds passed and you didn't know what to think while you couldn't help yourself but to throw glances his way, scanning Jimin from up close with furrowed eyebrows. He was as attractive as ever. His hair a bit shorter than you remembered him, his skin lighter and body broader. Jimin had matured. He wasn't the young guy you had loved once. The only similarity the softness of his faint smile that seemed to never leave his lips, not even now, in the dark with you, his ex, by his side.

“Aren't you cold?”

“I thought you wanna sit with me in silence”, you scoffed back.

“That was an excuse to not get chased away by you”, he said with a smile in his deep voice. “I missed you, y/n. Believe it or not-”

“No.” There was nothing else to say to that bullshit. That bullshit that made your heart skip a beat. Damn heart!

“Let me talk”, he shifted to the side, his eyes boring in your side profile. “I know how hurt you must've been the last years. I'm sincerely-”

“Shut up”, you whispered, the hair on your body standing straight, not because of the cold. “I don't want to hear the shit of you apologising for something you did while using your full mind. You weren't drunk, on drugs or anything else. You did it, because you wanted it. Period. Now shut your mouth or leave.”

Jimin was silent for a few seconds before he stood up. “You better get in before you catch a cold.”

With that he was gone and you sat there, kind of dumbfounded and confused. Jimin wasn't like this before he left you three and a half years ago. He was gentle, always smiling and charming, not cold or accepting anything that would mean something 'bad' and going as if he didn't care. Never. Wide eyed, not sure if you should be pleasured with yourself or disappointed that he was actually gone, you swallowed loudly, wrapping your suddenly shivering body tighter into the blankets.

“You can't catch a shitty cold”, Jimin was back two seconds after he left with a huge amount of blankets picked from the couch in the living room. Throwing one over your body after the other, he got closer, his hands tapping over your barely covered one to wrap you in the other pieces of cloth. Your heart stopped for mere seconds whereas his pretty, delicate face was only centimetres away from yours.

You weren't able to talk as long as he was near you, his familiar touches making sure you weren't cold anymore.

“Wh-”

“Friday. Six pm at yours. I'll pick you up because I have a lot to say”, Jimin interrupted you with a glance that told you to better not complain again ere he was gone.

What did he think? Scoffing you stared at the spot where you had last seen him. As if you would meet him just because he said so! Shaking your head you snuggled up into the many blankets he had wrapped you in, the faint scent of his smell in your nose while you glanced back at the night sky again with a lot less on your mind than before.

The coldness of the night was still in your bones as you woke up the next day on Tae's large couch, your hair a complete mess, your body tinged in so much sweat you felt uncomfortable, all thanks to the many blankets on your still naked body. It was earlier than you thought, around eight, as you slandered up the stairs to fall next to the sleeping guy you had left the whole night. Taehyung didn't move as your weight caused a big indentation, your fingers flying over his soft strands.

“Tae?”, you whispered, your touch waking him with confused eyes.

A mumbling answer followed by a grunt. “Go back to sleep, baby. I'll take care of you when I wake up..”

“No need to, I'm going now”, you said aloud, snatching your stuff, throwing your clothes on your body and leaving with a snicker at the wide eyes that locked with yours as you waved him goodbye. His loud protests could be heard through the door of his bedroom as you walked down the hall, the stairs and finally that front door. As your feet touched the pavement you could breath through for the very first time since you were caught by Jimin yesterday and to top it all after he had talked to you alone in the cold of the night.

Slandering towards the convenience store a few blocks away to get fresh roles and visit your parents to free your mind you bumped into someone who was quite busy with a few bags of sweets rushing out of the store. One of the many snacks fell to the ground and then you heard the voice behind all the stuff for the first time and froze.

“Can't you open your eyes?”

Swallowing the hatred that coursed your veins you straightened mid way as you wanted to help the girl with the fallen bag of cookies. No way you'd move one inch for the girl who lay in bed with the love you had lost years ago, her proud, mighty eyes laughing at you as she cocked her brows up to see you she had bumped into.

“You're the one that can't see through the amount of unhealthy stuff in your hands”, you responded in a monotone tone as you pushed inside to walk to the small bakery in it. “Ten roles please.”

“Don't think I don't know you, y/n”, Mey's voice was close behind, her view still downgrading your being as you stood there waiting for the cashier to be faster. But to your negative surprise didn't she back off, her words making you freeze. “I heard everything Jimin said to you yesterday. And let me tell you that you better take your hands off of him, because we are a couple now. He won't ever touch you again, his heart and body is mine, understood?”

You counted to ten. Deeply breathing in and out not to turn around to smack the bags of hers to the ground with an evil smile that should hide the pain that pressed on your lunges, making it difficult to breath properly. The fucking grin on her face that was situated a few centimetres above yours was enough for you to stay composed. She wouldn't win this war she had started with those words. Mey and Jimin were in a relationship? Fine, they deserved each other. But opening the wound on your heart with those damned words was too much. She had crossed the line a new girlfriend had. And she had no fucking right to talk to you like that, because she knew nothing.

“Hope he fucks you as good as he did me”, you shrugged your shoulders even though you felt like slapping her, your eyes laced with reservedness. “But if I think about it now. Tae's a lot better. You can keep Jimin then.” Shifting around again you thanked the cashier with a bright smile, pushing passed Mey while hitting her shoulder, a couple of snacks falling out of the her hands. “Oh sorry, did I do this? My bad, have to go. Bye bye Mey.”

Proud of yourself you breathed through whereas you walked light-footed back the way you came from, deciding it would be a better day than you had thought at first, the girl who was with Jimin right now making your day a lot sweeter. Although it was bitter sweet.

“It's a fucking masterpiece!”, you cheered at Carol and her brother, Tae. “You did it?”

You rounded the kitchen's table where a cake was put in the middle, a photo of your friend Bee put in the centre. It was her birthday, a day before the date Jimin had asked you – you wanted to call it threatened you – to meet him to talk. But you didn't want to talk.

“We worked for hours after Tae had burned the first cake this morning”, Carol said with rolling eyes at which Taehyung next to you just shrugged his shoulders with an apologising smile.

“You can't entrust me with baking stuff, you know I ruin everything.”

Snickering you leaned onto him, your head falling on his shoulders, your eyes heavy. It was an exhausting week after your boss had given you too much work to handle, but you managed everything today, beginning at five in the morning and ending work twenty minutes ago. Lucky you he had given you the day off tomorrow hence you were able to celebrate Bee's birthday until late just as planned. If you wouldn't fall asleep before it started.

Feeling Tae's hand on your back, warm and protecting you looked up into a blushing face, his eyes avoiding yours. “You know that I want a cake to my birthday, too?”, you asked, your cheeks against his upper arm. Taehyung was a lot taller if he stood beside you and you loved that you could lean on him like this whenever you felt like it.

“When was your birthday again?”, he pouted, but you witnessed his edges twitching.

Acting mad you pushed him away, circling the table again to wrap your arm around his sister's shoulders. Whispering nonsense she started to giggle, her brother's eyes widening.

“It was a joke! Stop tattling, y/n, Carol!”, he shouted. “Come on. I know when you're birthday is!”

Shaking your heads you and your friend looked at each other. “She's mad now, Tae. You can go.”

“Yah, y/n. Don't come begging for me tonight”, Taehyung pointed at you, his face contoured in knowing might. “Or should I say come and beg for me, babe?”

“I can't hear anything. La la la”, Carol let go of you to hold her own ears like a little girl that was told to clean her room. “Dis-gus-ting”, she added, walking straight out of the room to get the drinks from the basement.

Laughing embarrassed you scratched your neck, throwing the glowing guy across from you a menacing glance.

“You better beg tonight, boy, because I won't be lying in your bed tonight”, you declared with a superior smirk at the falling face of his. “Excuse me, I have to decorate the table for Bee.”

Turning around with a grin you had to repress you fidgeted with the chain of lights you wanted to decorate the table with. Knots made it difficult, but what else took your attention was the guy pressing on your back, his hands around your shoulders to lay his chin on one of his arms next to your head.

“Babe”, Tae breathed out loud, a cold shiver running down your spine at the low voice of his. “Y/n”, another whisper ere his vocals echoed louder from the kitchen's walls. “I'll beg a lot. Chain me up and do things to me I never experienced. I'm so ready for you”, his suggesting, pretty nice, words were accompanied by his down low area pressing on your lower back, his erection rubbing over your light blouse you wore this day.

“Oh, boy, so needy?”, you giggled, letting go of the chain to turn around, his arms falling from your shoulders to land on your waist. “I'll think about it.”

Chirping those words you freed yourself from his grip, but was spun around a second later, your back meeting the coldness of the counter behind you. Taehyung's face came closer, his body holding you in place. “I tried to give you a chance once, y/n. Too bad you didn't agree immediately, because that means I have to be rough on you toni-”

“Oh my god, take a room.”

The guy holding you again froze at the shrill, female voice filling the room. Your eyes darted up to glare at Tae who had lied to you. Trying to shove him off he held your wrists so Mey couldn't see it, his voice a mere whisper.

“Bee invited Jimin, but I had no clue that she is coming as well. Fuck, I'm sorry, babe. “

“No babe right now”, you reacted as second larger steps entered the kitchen, pushing the boy so close to you away in one go. “You owe me something.”

“Y/n, let me-”

“I count on you tonight”, you still glared at him as you turned around to face the two people staring at you. “What is she doing here, Jimin? Bee invited you. Not your girlfriend”, confidently saying this you crossed your arms, Tae next to you also arching his dark eyebrows up.

“Dude, she's right. It's not good if she's here.”

The black haired young man dressed in a dark turtle neck pullover bit down his bottom lip, seemingly nervous to see you two and Mey in the same room. Most certainly did he know about the incident inside the store last weekend.

Looking from one person to another while Mey clung onto his sleeve, his soft voice fell from his plump lips. “I couldn't leave her alone, could I? We stay here as long as..our new home is ready to move in. Please consider her a guest as well. We won't be disturbing the peace, I promise.”

Jimin's dark orbs averted yours as he said that, his new girl nodding innocently. If it weren't for Bee's great day you'd have made a scene, asking if he knew of Mey's shitty behaviour towards you, but you guessed he already did. Not that she was the bad person in it, but you.

Sighing beside you, you were met by Tae's hand rubbing soothingly over your back. “Fine. Sit down, Mey. Jimin we need your help with the lights.”

Confused you wanted to explain that the chain of lights was for the table, but Taehyung shook his head slightly, taking it in his large hands and waving his friend to his side. Leaving the room with them you looked back shortly, Mey throwing you death stares you really didn't know why, but smiling was the best attack, so you did just that as you followed the two boys out of the room.

Coming to a halt inside the living room, Tae turned to Jimin, his eyes telling more than words could.

“It was her idea, wasn't it? Can't you see how y/n feels about all of this? You've no decency, Jimin.”

Your eyes shot wide at Tae's dangerous voice declaring such things to his best friend. Something inside you turned, your stomach roaring at him protecting you.

“I know, okay? And I'm really sorry, y/n”, looking your side Jimin showed you a sincere face, his cheeks flushed to the ears. “Mey's just..”

“A bitch”, you ended his sentence, two shocked pairs of eyes staring at you in doubt of your choice of words. “Oh come on, what do you expect me to say? She even-”, you stopped yourself. You didn't want to have pity from them hence you snatched the chain out of Tae's hands. “Where do you want to put them?”

Long silence was created whereas Jimin and his friend, your fuck buddy, watched you spreading the lights above the coffee table, knotting it on the lamp above it. If they didn't say anything you had to decide, and as you did you heard faint whispers from them, but you tried to ignore it as you climbed off of the table.

Taehyung rubbed his face ere he lay a shoulder on Jimin's shoulder, leaving you with restraint in his steps. Where was he going? And why did he leave you alone with him? It was one thing to spend tomorrow with him in order to hear him out, but with his new girl in the kitchen and your lover right next to her? Not okay. That was the reason why you hastily collected your shit and tried to escape from the awkward atmosphere Tae had left you in. And as Jimin then started to speak, too, you felt thrown into cold water. You weren't ready to deal with his words.

“Y/n, I don't want to go on like this”, his voice had a strange severity in it you never knew of, but his tone seemed to be beyond believe, a mask that he wanted to show. “The thing is, I want you to accept us just like I accept that you..you fuck my best friend, okay? You think it is easy for me to see you nearly humping each other in the kitchen?”

What a great way to exaggerate the situation in the kitchen, because there was no such thing as humping each other. Innocently flirting, nothing more.

“Oh come on, Jimin. I do accept it”, you crossed your arms in front of your chest again, your heartbeat fastening like crazy. “But she's just..she's..dishonest. She seems fake-”

“Stop”, Jimin shook his head, his dark thatch thrown from side to side. “You have no right to talk like that. Just keep quiet and accept it.”

Jimin showed you his back, visibly angry with you, but your own anger slowly drifted past your sentiment side of your brain that tried to sooth you and the whole damned situation he had brought you in by taking her to this gathering. This was the reason the next words left your lips. And by god, you enjoyed every single one of the syllables forming on your tongue like the venom you felt in your blood as he left you more than three years ago.

“You ask me to keep quiet? Just as I did the moment you let me fall into the snowy puddle? Accept the fact that she's here beside you now just as I was forced to accept you leaving me all of a sudden? I matured, Jimin. I won't keep my mouth shut a second longer”, you trembled from keeping your voice low so Mey wouldn't eavesdrop again. “I'm a full fetched woman that has her own way of thinking and I gladly accept that you turned your back to me, but I'll tell my opinion freely from now on, just as Tae told me to, unlike you.”

Your last words were louder than the previous sentences you told his back as you walked past Jimin, your eyes glued to a point in the distance to hold you back from saying even more and ruining your rather good mood, because it was Bee's birthday and you wouldn't spent it with a dropped face!

“I guess your words were enough for me to understand that you won't tell me anything more tomorrow. Let's cancel the talk”, you said, looking over your shoulder.

“No”, Jimin's voice was heard faintly behind you, making you stop. He took his time to talk more as to why you contemplated to just go, but his low voice kept you on the spot. “I don't want to talk about..all of this..Well, I do, but I want to hear you out as well. Don't cancel it, y/n.”

Why was he able to affect you so much? Your head spun. His voice, the begging sound of a craving you couldn't explain after he had bluntly told you to stay put. Now this? What was it he wanted? Your head in your neck you shifted to the side.

“Six pm. You have an hour.”

“More than enough.”

His dark, deep eyes locked with yours and you felt the urge to sit down and get lost in..Stop. Shaking your head you escaped the room with fast steps. Jimin followed you in a close distance, his body right behind you as you came to a halt in the kitchen door's frame. Mey was alone, no sight of Tae or Carol. Therefore you wanted to go again, but your body almost collided with your ex-boyfriend's.

“S-sorry”, you mumbled, but without anyone's notice you saw Jimin's hand shooting up to nearly help you steady your posture. His fingertips brushed over your hand and you could feel a tingling sensation where he touched you.

“No need to, join us”, he said, his voice a mixture of hope that you'd deny and of hope that you'd really join them for the time being. Torn between both you looked up, seeing that behind his chocolate eyes was more than he actually admitted. “Tae and Carol will be here in no time, so no need to hesitate.”

Nodding stiffly you felt heat tinging your cheeks in a rosy color. You had no choice with Mey's eyes piercing your back. That's why you jumped over your pride and sat down next to Jimin who took his seat across from Mey. It was the strangest fucking situation you found yourself in that you fished for your phone to write both your friends a message that they'd better move their asses faster into the kitchen. You also heard them upstairs preparing Bee's birthday present but you still wanted the time to go by. And as you heard the only other female voice you frowned. Why wouldn't she shut up once?

“Why were you two alone?”

You had difficulties not to roll your eyes at her blunt jealousy, but instead just smiled at Jimin in faked awe. He on the other side didn't grant you one look, talking as if nothing happened in the form of painful words being exchanged.

“We hung up the chain, nothing more.”

“Why's she looking at you like you confessed to her again?”, she pulled up her eyebrows, a bitching expression on her face that made you snicker quietly.

“Stop being jealous. I already told you last weekend that I have not the slightest interest in my ex thanks to Tae”, you mixed in into their conversation, hearing faint footsteps drawing closer.

Ignoring the slight flinch from the guy beside you, you concentrated on the crumbling innocence Mey's, laughing into your fist.

But before the situation took overhand and the Jimin died from holding his breath the door bell rang. You took the opportunity to jump up, running to the main door to greet your friend with a huge hug and a lot of flattering words on her birthday. The other's joined you and in no time you celebrated her birthday until late, eating cake and forgetting Mey as she was shut up by Bee the moment she saw her sitting in the kitchen. Jimin on the other side was smiling the entire evening, occasionally mixing in the talks and you almost – well, no, but it was okay – felt good enough in his presence.

“Y/n”, it was Taehyung who lay his hand on your thigh on the couch where you gathered to drink some champagne and hear music while Bee talked about her plans to celebrate her birthday big the next weeks.

Looking left and right you leaned in to listen to what he wanted to say, seeing that another pair of eyes watched you out of the corners. Jimin had drunken a few beer and if he was still the one he was years ago he couldn't hold his liquor. But that was none of your busy.

“I'm so hard right now, babe. I know it's Bee's birthday, but my balls hurt already and you look way too fine tonight.” His red lips kissed you underneath your ear slowly, wet, his deep vocals a breathing the next words into your ear. “The offer still stands. Chain me up and I'll be-”

“I'd rather you fuck me rough”, you shifted your head to the side, whispering those naughty words in his own ear. “Now.”

It was the best of opportunities to get away from the watching eyes of your ex-boyfriend who still managed to drive you crazy with his girl beside him, stroking his thigh lasciviously for the last two hours. Taehyung didn't need to be told twice, standing up and pulling you behind him with the words: “Nice party, see you guys. Don't wait for us.”

Groaning got loud and you recognized Carol's as the loudest, but you couldn't stop yourself but to glance back at the only other guy in the room. His face was redder than before, his expression ice cold and eyes lingering on your hand holding Tae's.

The moment I lay in bed I couldn't focus on the tiredness that desperately tried to lull me into sleep. Not as long as your voice droned faintly through the way too thin walls of my best friend's house. Moans, hisses and muffled conversations I really didn't want to hear were heard. Your moans. Your hisses. Your voice talking to none other than..

Rolling around the hundredths time already I faced the sleeping figure of the girl I brought here with me. Her dark, short hair was all over her sleeping face, but I didn't brush it away, my hands clenched into fists at the sounds reaching my ears.

“Stop sounding so cute”, I whispered into the dark, my eyes glued to a point above Mey's head, her mouth slightly agape.

My hands did sloppy work as I tried to abandon your moans calling out to another guy, my mind full and blurry from the night, the bit of alcohol I wasn't good at and you. How could you dare to throw such words at me? How-? No, it was wrong, and that's what I knew myself. You did nothing wrong as it was me, who did shit in the past that no one, not even my will to do so, could change. If I were able to turn back time..would I change the past? Deep inside the blur that was my mind I knew that I wouldn't be strong enough to do so, despite your crying face, the precious tears of yours falling from your chin. If I stayed with you, what would have happened to Mey? And if-

Too many 'ifs'. Past is past. Now is now. And now, I really wanted to dive into a dreamless sleep that wasn't full of nightmares anymore, but I couldn't, your voice too loud and the excitement mixed with ultimate fear because of tomorrow only making it worse.

Sitting up, the warmth of the blanket on my lap I thought about tomorrow. Would you listen to me? What would you say if I explained what drove me to leave you? Would it change the way you see me? As heartless monster? Vague, maybe. But hope was the last thing I wanted to let go of.

Standing up, dressing into a shirt and sweatpants I tip toed through the room I knew was Tae's old bedroom, now guest room towards the door next to ours. The voice of yours was as feminine and hungry as I remembered, my throat dry and I cursed myself for getting turned on at the noises you two made, but it was enough. Three hours. Three fucking hours ago you two disappeared upstairs to..have sex. And right now my nerves twitched although it was only a faint sound that slipped into my room.

Taking all my courage I knocked on Tae's door, the sounds stopping immediately as if they'd feel caught. What they were. I waited a few seconds before I heard my friend muttering apologies and curses, the key turning in it's lock. What I say made me mad, but I wasn't in any position to protest at the sight. Taehyung was always the womanizer, his humour and good looks catching every girl's heart, but yours? I never believed you'd be the one spread out on that bed I had spent nights in with my best friend, talking about girls – mostly you in my case – and watching some adult movies. But seeing you pulling up the blanket underneath your chin, the softness of your skin peeking out at the side, your curves showing slightly..

“Dude, what do you want?”, Tae took all of my attention away from you by pulling the door close as he stepped on the floor. But I wanted nothing more than to stare some more at you..

“W-would you mind being a bit quieter?”, I blurted out, my voice a shadow of what was going on inside me. “I mean, go on, but please. We talked about it just last week that I-”

“Sorry, Jimin. I forgot because she's just so fucking..never mind. We'll be silent, I promise.”

Nodding I had to refrain from pushing him away and rushing inside to wrap you in my own clothes, taking you out to bring you..bring you where? To Mey? I couldn't think clearly anymore hence I nodded again, going back in my own room where you weren't..

Inside I felt like my blood boiled, my stomach turning upside down and then she turned around, her eyes opened a crack, searching for me in the dark.

“Jiminie? Come to bed”, her raspy voice sounded desperate, afraid of something I couldn't grab, but as I saw the panic washing over her face there was only one thing I could do.

My arm wrapped over her body, that was so much larger than yours, I stroked over her arm that she held close to her chest. She smelled like shampoo, but it wasn't the one you used as I leaned back a bit to close my eyes..until I heard you giggling in the room next to ours.

It was awkward to sit down beside Tae and his sister who was hungover the next morning, Jimin and his girl, Mey, across from you three. Silence was all you heard and the constant crunching sound whenever someone decided to take a bite from their roll you had bought this morning. You still contemplated how Jimin wanted to pick you up as you were sure that he didn't tell Mey his plans. The morning went by too slow for you, the breakfast a torture as you didn't know where to look at and the worst part that you felt Jimin's eyes on you from time to time, Tae's, too. But after two more hours you were finally released from all of it, going home and taking a long ass shower ere you went to Mrs. Won's to chat a bit, telling her who was back.

“Y/n, sweetie, that's what I wanted to tell you as you visited the last time”, the old lady lay her wrinkled hand on your shoulder over the small table in the back of her boutique where you two sat and drank tea for an hour now. “Don't let him down now, sweetie. He is back, fight for him.”

“Fight?”, you asked in confusion, your voice getting higher. “I'll fight his ass, but definitely not because I want him back! Granny, you're insane!”

“Oh dear, you two are blind”, she nipped on her tea with a glance your way and back to a customer who slandered the small shop. “He came here and told me a lot and I guess that's why he invited you today as well. Use your pretty head when he talks to you.”

Standing up to level out her petite, flowery dress that was way too chilly for a cold day like this, Mrs Won shot you a view only she could, a brighter smile appearing on your gloomy face. She believed in your, be it the one way or the other, but you knew who would catch you if you fell again.

“Thanks, granny”, you stepped towards her, hugging her shortly with a kiss on her warm, rosy cheek. “Guess I shouldn't let him wait at least.”

Nodding her strict bun wobbled before you received a flick on your forehead. “Go no, girl, and don't forget to tell me how it went!”

Laughing and rubbing your forehead from her strong flick you you waved her goodbye, opening the boutique's door, the bell ringing, and the cold air taking your breath away for a split second. Thankfully you had written Bee a text that she should write Jimin to pick you up at Mrs Won's at six instead of your home. Yes, you still didn't exchange phone numbers and to be honest you didn't want to neither. It would end up in chaos, texting, chatting daily, photos..as if. You almost laughed out loud in the street light you stood under to be seen for the guy you wanted to pick you up in like two minutes. Even though you tried to control your heartbeat, it went faster by the second until it was a staccato that bumped inside your chest and it beat even harder as you saw the black car you've seen in front of Taehyung's house driving around the corner. It was time to face the talk you didn't want to hold and asked yourself why you agreed.

Biting your inner cheek you put on a straight mask, hiding the many emotions rushing over your flushed face as you climbed onto the passenger's seat next to Jimin. He smiled softly at you, the same pursing of his plump lips you adored so much years ago, only manlier these days.

“Did you wait long? I drove as fast as I could, but you know the other drivers are a pest if it's cold”, Jimin's voice was quiet while his shaking hand turned off the radio.

“No, I was at Mrs Won's the entire day”, you answered him without ever looking to the side again, your voice laced with nothingness.

Swallowing loudly he nodded as fas as you could see, his eyes glued to the street as he began to drive through the Christmas lights illuminated city. The air was cosy hence you pealed yourself out of your black jacket and the beanie on your head, folding your clothes and laying it on your lap.

“You're still doing it?”, his slight laugh made you look up. Jimin pointed on your lap where the neatly folded jacket lay.

“Y-yeah”, you stuttered, your cheeks tinging a lot darker after he had pointed out a habit only he knew. “Where are we going?”

The question filled the room, impatience in your vocals mixed within shyness. It was strange, uncommon and highly awkward to sit so near him. How long did you long for this situation to come? Two years? Three? Always? Deep inside you, you knew that he still hung on an edge on your heart, but at the same time you knew how wrong it was. Park Jimin had left you. Cold. Crying. Alone in a puddle. Those thoughts outlined the past mercilessly, pushing you back to reality instead of lulling you into a fake reality you wished was still true..

“A place we're alone and where you can't escape from the talk.”

“Escape? I would never..”, you began, but shut your mouth at the truth behind the words. “Okay, true.”

“See?”

“Mhm.”

In the corner of your eyes you saw Jimin running his hand through his silky hair that shone in the lights passing by your car ere he drove around a corner up towards a path that got up to a peek. Wide eyed you shifted to the side, your hands on the door's frame.

“We-we're going to the peek?”, you hated yourself for the excitement in your voice, but it was a spot you always wanted to come to at night, but hadn't the courage because it was the place Jimin had brought you for your first real date at a sunny day two weeks after he had confessed to you. And if you believed people it was the most beautiful spot to watch the stars at a night like this, if it wasn't one that clouded the shining dots in the sky, like tonight.

Clearing his throat he parked the car a few hundred metres higher the small road, no other car or a sign of life in sight. You felt nervous, but at the same time you couldn't help but to want to get out of the car to the actual peek to see how many stars you would be able to count. But you refrain from doing this, waiting for Jimin to give you any sign to do so or sit back and wait for him to finally start the painful conversation.

“We're here because you cannot run away the entire way back”, his voice was quiet again, but you heard the grief in it. “Well, do you want to take a look first?”

Weighing your options you decided that you wanted to give it a try before you were crushed again. What a great way to die a second time.

Outside your breath formed in front of your face.

“You should get your jacket, y/n”, was all you heard ere his hands reached down for your coat to hand it to you. “I don't want you to get sick because of me.”

“Too late”, you mumbled, taking the jacket and scarf to tightly wrap it around your body. It wasn't fair to say this, not after you had to see sorrow washing over his face, but what was said was said.

Silently walking beside him your eyes got wider whereas you witnessed no stars in the sky, but the city was so light illuminated from all the Christmas decorations you were astonished.

“It's so beautiful! Look! I can see my parents'-” You stopped yourself. It was wrong to talk amazed by the scenery and definitely not with Jimin, but even if he got that and may have felt embarrassed and hurt he didn't show it, his body getting closer to your own, your arms subtly touching.

“I never came here at night, but it's really something, huh? Luckily it gets dark early.”

Jimin was a soft person, always dreaming high and looking after the people around him as to why you had to swallow back the knot in your throat, a wetness coating your eyes at the thought of him caring about none other but you. Lights and stars were a soothing therapy if you were by yourself, but seeing all of this with the boy who broke your heart you felt shattered. All of a sudden you sniffed violently, holding back the storm that loomed inside your orbs.

“Y-y/n”, it was panic you heard in his vocals, his hand absent-mindedly enclosing around your upper arm to turn you around. “We didn't even start! Stop crying!”

At the sound of his voice, his hand on your arm the dam broke. In no time your lower lip quivered, the back of your hand covering your eyes as small sobs left your lips. Too late to stop now you let it out just like this, crying your eyes out until you felt no tears coming anymore, but that wasn't all as you were pulled into wide arms, wrapped in a tight embrace. Your face was pulled against his shoulder where you frantically sobbed against. Of course this wasn't how you wanted to be seen. Fragile. Dependent. Crumbled and lonely. But that was what you were. All of it at once as you clung onto Jimin's upper body, your arms flexing from the menacing grip on his waist. Why did it feel so dangerously good? Familiar and like home, your head being stroked while his usual softness whispered nonsense in your ear to calm you down.

“Hey, hey, hey, y/n, I'm here, okay? I hate to see it, but cry as much as you want if I'm the cause. Let it all out.” A short break as your sobs got louder. “Y/n, princess, it's alright. We can go if you want..”

You froze in place, your hands loosing their strength. Princess. At this point you felt the urge to fall on your knees, but you couldn't. Hence you pushed him off of you, your face a mess, your hair feeling heavy from the way too lovable stroking of his.

“Never call me that ever again”, you stuttered in between your twitching voice, a shadow of itself. Your throat was hoarse and sore, your cheeks heated. “You already have someone new by your side you can call this ridiculous nickname. I hated it anyway”, you lied, the words piercing your soul more than his as Jimin just stood there, a glimmer in his brown orbs. He cried, too. “T-talk. Now or never.”

It was enough now. Twenty minutes you had clung onto him like a bag of rice, a nuisance to the young man you once loved. Loved. Yes, loved. Trembling you gnawed on your bottom lip to make it stop quivering whereas Jimin sighed, his eyes avoiding yours.

“I'm sorry that I called you, whatever you said about it”, he began, his hands shoved in his pockets. He looked like a shy, little boy that had to explain the shit he did with the other kids. “I-I.. Y/n.. The time..it were long three and a half years..”

“I have time.”

Scratching the back of his head he pulled his lips in between his teeth. “I don't want to turn back time anymore. It all happened because it was necessary. Believe me, it was a like a nightmare to leave you like this that one day I had to go. It-it..” Jimin stopped, his lips red by how hard he bit on it out of nervo1usness and to hold back his own tears as you saw.

That's why you jumped over your shadow, over your pride and promises, your fingers grazing his hand, silently telling him to follow you back to the car as you didn't trust your own voice. The pretty guy understood, his hands wiping of lost droplets from his flushed cheeks. Inside you turned on the heater for a few minutes to warm up the car again, the scenery you took a glimpse of long forgotten.

“Tell me why you left”, you commanded as he was composed enough.

Nodding reluctantly he began his story, your voice not once filling the compressed air.

“It's not easy to describe it, y/n. But do you remember that one night we spent together and Mey called crying over the phone?” You nodded. “It all started years ago. She had a difficult home, her parents strict and violating her daily. My own parents helped her up, so we basically grew up together. But that's just unnecessary. So, when she called that night something had happened at home although she had moved out years ago, but her stepfather fought with her mom and it all escalated. Mey was on the bottom asking for my help and should I have left her alone in her despair?” Jimin looked at you, but as no sign or emotion responded went on.

“You told me I should help her, but what I saw at Mey's home was worse than I had imagined. Not one stone lay on the other anymore, her flat a mess, her entire life upside down again. And then my parents lulled me into helping her more than anyone else did. More than you did. And lastly I stood between you and her.” Your heart clenched at the thought that he chose her over you, his girlfriend. “I felt sympathy for her situation as I knew where she came from and I wanted to do everything to get her out of her nightmares. And I knew very well what that meant. I had to bring the strongest, most stubborn girl I love to the ground to help the other one up, because she's the one that's weak and I was confident that you would get up and fight. You did. She didn't.”

What did he want now? Empathy for her situation? Of course she went through hell, but that was none of his business anymore.

“To be honest I was too young to decide to go back, but I saw no other choice-”

“You could've asked me for help”, you threw in, his eyes widening.

“You-you..”, he paused, gulping. “I never thought about that. But now we're where we are and I want to tell you that I always loved you, y/n. Always.. It was just that she needed someone by her side. She had no one so it was my duty to be by her side, and so I was. The time I left that day you waved me good-bye at the train station I was sure to come back with her, so you could meet her, but it all went a different way. She was bound to stay where she lived and I had to move in to protect her from herself and her family. She got stronger-”

“Do we have to talk about her the entire time? Why did you leave me?” You lost your patience. She. She. Mey. She.

“I left because I had to help her.”

“Alone?”

“I couldn't bring you as well. She was down and needed me, y/n. I promised to stay with her as long as she felt like she is right now, and it doesn't get better. Mey's still sick, her depression not cured or anything near okay that's why I left. Definitely not because I didn't love you anymore. It was just time to part and do good to the people who received nothing but pain. I'm really sorry, y/n.”

That's it? He left because he had to help another girl? Because he promised her to stay with her as long as she was mentally ill?

“I get the point in your hero like actions, but why did you end our relationship? We could still be together-”

“No, we couldn't”, he interrupted you, his brows furrowing. “Mey told me that she needed only me and that every other person would make her even more insecure, that she searched peace in me being there, nobody else. She wanted nothing but to be loved by a friend”, his voice showed the anger that started to evolve. “Should I just let her destroy herself? You are strong, you have a family that loves you, friends that would die for you, but what did she have? No one. Nothing. Pain and sorrow.”

It was nonsense he spoke. Not a trace of understanding you in all of this. Only seeing the side of the girl who desperately tried to take him from you. Parts of that story felt too fake that you had no other choice but to doubt her even more. She wanted help? Why only Jimin's? Why not finding friends in you and the others that could've helped her also?

Breathing in deeply you turned to the side. “You left me because she wanted you to?”

“Wh-”

“What did she say as you told her you have a girlfriend?”, you bored, wanting him to admit what you assumed inside you.

Instead of a steady, confident answer all you got was silence and a blank expression. You knew it. He had never, not once, thought about it. Just believed Mey's words like a blind man.

“You left me because you wanted to help her? Why wouldn't she take professional help and make friends with your closest ones in the first place? Why did you have to move into a city so far away for her? And why didn't you tell me all about it from the beginning?”, your voice cracked, tears burning behind your eyes as you fathomed what caused your breakup.

Holding his head he growled, a sound pretty new to you in another context than sex. “Stop it, y/n. You know nothing about what actually happened!” His voice got louder and louder, but you didn't back off.

“So what? Leaving me behind in a dirty puddle was okay then? You never loved me in the first place, right? It was easier to get rid of me to get to another girl than to tell me in my face that you-”

“Shut up!”, Jimin shouted. “Y/n, I fucking love you more than my own fucking life. It's unfair to hear this shit coming out of the one mouth that I would have never dared to think about saying such things! You always mean the world to me okay?”

Shaking you head you straightened yourself, tears streaming down your face again. “Then be honest you jerk! What did she say about me?”

“She..”, he stopped shouting as realisation hit him, you saw it seeking in. “She said that you'd hinder me in helping her. That you're no good for the both of us and she'll never be happy and healthy if you stayed by my side..Fuck..y/n, she needed m-me..”

Quieter and quieter his vocals got, his eyes never blinking once while his fingers clung onto the driver's wheel. He shook and so did you. It was her.

“Tell her she did a great job, because honestly. If I'd have been there, I'd have never helped her, because she's in love and I bet she always was, Jimin”, you closed your jacket. “Let me tell you that I never stopped loving you. Not even now. You're a jerk and a blind man to her actions.” You opened the door, letting the cold air inside. “She wanted you to break up with me because only then she'd be able to get her life back? Why's she still depressed and cranky then? Does she want you to stay with her as her boyfriend? Because if that was her plan and if she only wants to let you go if she's fully okay, then you've lost your life, boy and she won over the both of us.” You got off of the seat that was already nicely warm, walking straight towards the thickly vegetated trees. In the distance you witnessed Jimin turning the car, driving full speed beside you, the window dropped.

“Get in.”

“No thank you. You were right with your assumption that I'd want to escape, because that's what I do.”

The breaks screeched before you were spun around, faced with a heavy panting, raging Jimin.

“For fuck's sake, y/n! Even if you're right with all you said, don't think I'm able to break off all strings attached now! She's still sick and needs me!”

“Blind idiot”, you mumbled, but stopped moving, the headlights of the black car lighting your way. “You really believe her?”

“I-I..do.”

Laughing out loud you shook your head, angry with the man in front of you. “So naïve, Jimin. You said she'll be back to her normal self fast if you were by her side, right? Why's she still like this?”

Breathing out a salve of warm air that formed in front of your faces, he closed his eyes. “I don't know, okay? But one thing I know. The talk isn't over. You're still so..”

“Angry? Hurt? Feeling as if my heart is ripped out after your confession that she wanted us to break up? And you actually did like she said without questioning her one tiny bit?”

“That-”

“No, Park Jimin. Just, no. I accept that you chose her because of health issues, but why are you a couple? Did she say it gets even faster if you fucked her, kissed her?”, you laughed bitterly, your face contoured in disbelieve and disgust. “Oh, come on.”

Holding still Jimin ran his free hand through his hair, clearly nervous from your words. “We aren't a couple.”

Nodding sarcastically you smacked his hand away. “At first I felt pity for you as you cried there”, you pointed behind his back to the peek where the lights still were too beautiful to ignore. “But now I feel messed around. If you want to make a joke of myself, you did a great job, because I feel like shit now.”

“We never fucked or anything”, he burst, his hands holding onto your shoulders as you wanted to turn away. “Yes, I left you. I can't change that anymore, but I want to change the way you think about me, y/n. See me as you saw me once. A nice guy that does everything for you to forgive me. I want to see you smile and make everyone happy! Just why aren't you all doing that?”

“You said you're strong? Weak is what you are, Park Jimin. Seeing everyone around you smiling and happy and laughing while you don't have what you yearn for? Love yourself first before you try to make Mey love herself, because you're not the guy I used to love. The boy was cheerful, charming, soft and funny, but what are you now? Shy, reserved, never smiling since I saw you back in the city. You're a shadow of the person you once was. Yes, in the past you acted strong, but that's gone now, too.”

Silence surrounded you accompanied by the quiet sounds of rustles in the trees around you. Was it too much for one night? Did you say hurtful things?

“Maybe I lack someone that makes me feel myself..yeah..”, he answered, his voice calm, seeking a feeling he had long lost. “You're right, y/n, I'm weak. Never was strong enough to help Mey in the first place. But I want to change her. I want to change myself.”

Jimin craved nothing but other's happiness, losing his own and himself in the process, you understood that as he broke down in front of you. His head hanging, his shoulders falling like the hands that held you steady falling to his side with faint, quiet sobs falling from his lips accompanied by tears landing on the ground.

Torn between the option of getting away, never looking back to the guy that dared to leave you for..for another girl who claimed to seek help in him, but wanted nothing more than a man by her side to love her, to leave his girlfriend for her own selfish reasons – okay, maybe she was mentally unstable, but that wasn't an excuse. The other option was to lead Jimin into his old life with the high chance of getting hurt the same way he did three years ago. Throwing your head back you prayed to the heavens.

“Come.”

Teary eyed, pale and sniffling he lifted his eyes to meet your cold ones. Your hand held out to reach for his you waited for him to grab it. You were a bitch after he left you, fucked and sucked around, but seeing him like this was enough even for someone who slept with his best friend. Therefore you got impatient as Jimin let you wait with confusion behind his deep view.

“I want to escape”, you said, adding words which were able to lighten the mood, also you felt as if your heart lay on the ground and someone danced on it, “Wanna grab a coffee and talk?”

Closing his eyes you watched how his lower, pink lip trembling as to why you leaned forward to get hold of his ice cold hand that was covered by his large hoodie. You wanted to escape. Escape into a reality where everything was how it has been years ago, Jimin by your side, loved and adored by him, but that wasn't how real life worked while you escorted him on the passenger's seat. Starting the roaring engine of the sports car you drove in silence past the scenery you had watched for a short time on the peek, the boy you buried his face in his hoodie, eyes puffy and tip of his nose reddened beside you.

Arriving at a small café near Mrs Won's shop that was quite new you sat down across from each other on the padded chairs on the window's side where you watched people from your warm place inside, still no words spoken by the two of you. A big cocoa and a hot latte served by a young waitress that shot you her perfect smile you stared at Jimin who didn't dare to meet your eyes.

“How are you in general?”, you started the conversation lightly. “And foremost your parents?”

“Oh”, the handsome, blushing guy with the hot latte between his fingers shrugged his rather slim shoulders. “They moved out last summer, but they're still close. Around a hundred kilometres from this city they found a huge house. But they're fine, I guess.”

Nodding you sipped on your warm drink, the darkness of a late evening outside the shop while quiet Christmas music sounded through the café. Four weeks to go. Late November. You didn't know what to respond and how to react at everything going on, but you tried for the sake of your heart's sanity and for the boy you had long lost in a cluster of deceiving words from someone who wasn't involved most of the time you two dated.

Nervously brushing your hair behind your ears, your make up ruined hours ago as you cried your heart out, you roamed the shop with your eyes as long as you weren't forced to see the emotions on Jimin's face. “That's good to hear”, you casually said while still avoiding his eyes.

“Y-you? How are you, y/n?”, he asked, his head shooting up, his lips gently biting. “I mean, I know it was hard, sorry for asking dumb-”

“It's okay”, you interrupted him. It wasn't like Jimin to feel sorry for asking someone how they were or politely apologising for that kind of care. “Tae, Bee and Carol also stayed by my side and it was okay, actually. Really.” It was not, but that's what he must've noticed so far. “But I want to look forward, forgetting that shit again that haunted my the past years. You're back with your girlfriend”, he waved a no, but you continued, “ and I have to accept how it is just as you accept Tae hooking up with me.”

Testing his reaction you were surprised to see him furrowing his dark eyebrows. “I don't accept it. It's making me sick to see you with him and especially at night when I hear..well, I hate it.”

You guessed it was hard for him at some points as well, but this? Why did it make your heart go faster, bumping heavily against your chest? This wasn't right.

Hearing another Christmas song play in the background you felt how your cheeks got pinker, your blood rush heard in your ears. “It's just weird seeing the other with someone else, isn't it?”

“Yeah..” There was more he wanted to say, but he found no courage to do so as to why he simply snatched topics from the place. “Is it okay for me to say that I still miss you? I me-mean the talks.”

Nodding away the embarrassment you hastily sipped on your cocoa that was too sweet. “Me, too.”

“Can we exchange phone numbers? T-to chat if necessary?”, Jimin reached for his phone laying flatly on the table close to his drink, but as he unlocked it his eyes flew your way and back down the screen, his face redder than ever.

Curiously you dared to sit straighter, looking where his eyes were glued to, the saliva in your throat stuck. “You still have it as your background?” Wide oculars stared at him and the way he tried to hide his phone from your open stare.

It was too late obviously, the boy with the dark hair busted.

“It's so embarrassing, y/n. Please forget it”, his hands covering his face with his signature sweater paws Jimin's ears were red.

“It's cute”, you mumbled, your view glancing down his state with a faint smile, the first you granted him after he came back. And all at once he was back to his usual, his eyes brown getting wider, a soft curve pursing his pink lips up.

An eternity passed while you two inspected each other's face, taking in the details you remembered and finding new things in that you could stare at forever as if someone switched on a button that excluded you from the outside. Jimin matured to the point it hurt. His chubby cheeks were gone, his eyes wider, his lips the same curve they always had while he got broader and even more handsome..but that wasn't all you recognized.

“Your crooked tooth got fixed!”

Woken by your loud voice Jimin flinched, his searching pupils coming to a halt on your lips. “You noticed just now?” His voice was low whereas he shot you a charming smile that made you shudder. He better stopped doing that.

“I feel as if I look at you for the first time since you're back”, you confessed, your gaze not wavering one second. It was as if you watched a canvas, art, and still had no clue how to fill your body with the many details you had missed out on.

The handsome with the huge hoodie ran his hand through his hair, the nervous habit he couldn't shake off. “I really want to say the same, but that'll be a lie.”

Holding your breath you leaned back on the rest in your back, your head narrowed on your lap. The evening and early night was a banter of confusion, but you felt strangely free as you talked a bit with the boy you had missed sitting there, his eyes lingering on you. Whatever happened from this point onwards. It was undeniable that old, buried feelings dug themselves out of their grave.

“W-we should go”, you cleared your throat, gulping down your warm drink. “You make me nervous, Jimin.”

“You don't. I feel at ease for the first time since I left you.”

No. No. No. Shaking your hair you stood up, waiting for the guy to do it alike.

“Wanna bring me home or do you have plans with..you know with Mey?”, the name spilling from your lips felt like it burned on your tongue.

As if he also felt the burn on his body your ex-boyfriend shot up, grabbing his coat and throwing on his black scarf. He then told you to wait a minute whereas he paid for both your orders and by the time he escorted you out of the café it felt like a real date, also it was only a talk between two familiar strangers who desperately tried to handle the whole situation.

Holding him back you shook your head, your beanie pulled over your ears. “My apartment is two blogs down there”, you gestured in a vague direction. “No need to drive me.”

“But you asked me if I wanted to make sure that you get some safely”, confused words followed by a puppy like expression you shot him a tiny smile before you tugged at his coat, walking with your hand grabbing it absent-mindedly.

“We walk”, you said, determined to pull him behind you while you moved down the road from one lamppost to another. “The first thing we change is to stop being lazy and enjoy a night like we.. like the old you used to tell me.”

Jimin's stepped that followed you easily got slower until he didn't move any longer and you had to look back, asking him silently what was wrong. Letting go of his thick coat you turned around completely, your face lifted into his. “What's wrong?”

Taking your hand in his, the warmth in his fingertips tingling on your skin as he positioned it back to the hem of his sleeve where you had dragged him down the pavement. “Don't let go yet. May I ask you something, y/n?” Tilting your head he went on, breathing in deeply. “Do you want to help me out of this hole because you still love me? Or do you help me and Mey because you want her to get up as well?”

Dodging his question because you didn't want to disappoint any of you, you shook your head in denial. “I want you to be yourself.”

Not waiting for another reply you spun around, pulling him by the sleeve, your fingers sliding down the fabric. Jimin and you exchanged a shocked glance ere your eyes slowly narrowed down your hands enclosed tightly around the other. Neither he nor you let go, but as you gently pulled your hand out his grip got harder, pulling you in him instead of shoving you away.

“Y-you're cold, aren't you? Your hand is freezing”, softness was laced within an unfathomable emotion you ignored because right now you had to solve your own problems and hidden feelings that threatened to break free. Jimin bit down his plump bottom lip, letting go of your hand to unwrap his scarf, delicately laying it around your neck. “You need it more than me.” With that he gradually drew closer, his hand searching your own and you had no choice but to nod an okay.

“J-just this once”, you whispered while you two began to walk again, your apartment already in sight whereas you two walked by each other's side in absolute quietness. Your numb fingers got warm thanks to his heat, his skin prickling on yours.. “We're here.”

Inspecting the house your apartment was in Jimin nodded disappointed, his hand not letting you go. “I'll see you?”

“You bet.”

Squeezing his fingers around yours he parted from you, turning away from you, but you still had your eyes glued on his back as he took a few steps. So that's where the start line was drawn, hm?, you asked yourself, afraid of what the future might bring. Afraid of the tight clench around your heart that ached for the young man that suddenly stopped a couple of metres on the pavement you came from, but you didn't saw that because you already turned the key in your main door's lock, subtly pushing it open as his hand touched your shoulder, spinning you around. Wide eyed you flinched at the closeness between the two of you.

“I'm sorry, y/n.”

Scrunching your face you opened your mouth. “What-”

You couldn't fathom if time stood still or raced past you in unimaginable speed. Jimin's lips pressed on yours, the delicacy of his mouth softly taking yours, tasting you with a slow dance of his pretty lips on your own. Closing your eyes in attempt to push him away in the next second you caught yourself responding to his sudden kiss, a wave of unfulfilled desire washing you away on the spot. And then the way too beautiful, actually short sensation on your lips that spread warmth in your bones and blood was gone as fast as it came and you stood on your porch with swollen lips and flushed cheeks, disbelievingly staring at the young man who blushed as well, his smile knocking you off of your feet.

“You taste even sweeter than before”, Jimin's voice was deep and husky, slightly reluctant as he scratched his neck and walked away with fast steps, turning back to wave shyly at you ere he was gone with his hands covering his face, leaving you standing there with a perplexed expression on your face.

Jimin was back and he was able to open the drawers to your feelings for him once more..if there weren't the girl you didn't notice standing on the other side of the road..

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