#going to a formal event today and my little backpack is like falling apart and i didnt get a new one so im taking a purse UGH

[rad-claid-plaid]

Purses are soooo evil like I can fit everything I ever need in my tiny backpack but any purse that I ever purchased years ago can barely fit any of my shit

Like they're approximately the same size but my purse just. Idk. I can't fit anything in it

[mysweetestcreature]

Tomorrow Never Knows (President!Harry) Chapter 10: Not a Bad Thing

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Monday November 24, 2008

It’s been days since they’ve had a normal conversation...or any decent form of communication for the matter. This past week had consisted of multiple attempts (on her part) to talk to him, but each time he’d make up some excuse to cut all dialogue short. “My mum’s waiting for me outside, maybe next time?” or “I’m actually late for practice, but I’ll catch up with you later,” but of course he never did. Beyond her comprehension is how she had managed to mess everything up so badly in so little time. 

Eleven minutes. 

Harry had arrived eleven minutes after she had accepted Jasper’s invitation. There’s nothing she can say that can justify why she’d done it because even she isn’t so sure. Maybe she was scared. She’d been so hopeful about where this friendship with him would lead them once before, and it had costed her the first heartbreak of her life. The biggest part of her wanted so badly to wait for Harry to ask her, but a small yet seemingly influential nerve had let her insecurities take over. 

She wishes she hadn’t cared so much about what other people had thought, and instead used her own judgement. She hadn’t realized just how difficult it would be for their roles to be reversed, and she only has herself to blame for it.

“I wish you’d stop stressing,” Cici tells her as they do their warmup stretches. “I doubt he’ll be able to stay mad at you for much longer.”  

“You might be wrong for once,” she smiles sadly, facing down to stare numbly ahead as she reaches for her toes. 

Once she and Harry had parted (or more accurately, when Harry had left her standing ashamed in the hallway), Cici had found her sitting on the floor beside her locker, a somber expression painted all over her face.  

“I messed up,” is all she had mustered up in that moment of fragility, dejected eyes having fallen into her lap. And Cici –– who had already passed an equally, if not more, crestfallen boy on her way to find Y/n –– was readily equipped with her words of enthusiasm, even if she was quite disappointed in the turnout of the day. “You made one mistake –– it doesn’t make you a bad person.” Doesn’t it, though? 

Cici scoffs as she tightens her ponytail. “I am many things, but I am never wrong,” she says in a matter-of-fact tone –– almost arrogantly, if you ask Y/n –– before standing up and brushing the wrinkles from her skirt. “It’s not in my vocabulary.”

“But it’s in mine, apparently,” her lips curve down. 

“I didn’t mean it like–”

“I know.” She rises to her feet. “It was a stupid decision and I wish I could redo it, but I can’t now. He can barely stand to be in the same room as me for more than a class period. He hasn’t dropped by the Home Ec. Room in who knows how long, and I haven’t been able to make a decent pumpkin pie since. Me? Screw up a pie? That doesn’t happen! This weekend I typed out twenty-seven texts that I never sent. Twenty-seven, Cici! Who does something like that?! All saying the same thing, that I like him so much that it makes my heart go crazy, and how it hurts that he might think otherwise because I’m going to this stupid dance with someone who’s not Harry and it fucking sucks!”

It leaves her chest to heave heavily, and her lungs to feel completely depleted of any oxygen. With an outburst like that, she’s managed to surprise herself. And while conversations amongst the other cheerleaders continue, it feels like she’s once again in the spotlight as the heat creeps up her neck and settles on her forehead and the apples of her cheeks. 

Cici stands in front of her, eyes rounded in astonishment and mouth hung open wide. Her eyes quickly dart down at her arm. 

“You’ve never cussed before, I literally just got chills!”

A smile slowly reemerges. “It felt good,” she admits, and she breathes out in relief as her shoulders feel lifted from at least a portion of the weight that had been set upon them. “I’ve been holding that one in.”

“No, that was totally clear.”

A restful silence falls upon them, and Y/n makes it an opportunity to reflect on the upcoming days. She needs to fix this and salvage whatever she can before they permanently fall apart. Hating to sound dramatic, but she has a strong feeling that if they can’t recover from this, then it could be over for good. 

And that’s just not in the cards.

“I’m going to tell him.”

***

Tuesday November 25, 2008

“Got any plans for Thanksgiving?” Maxxie asks him.

Harry lets out a heavy sigh, staring down at his jumbled pile of flashcards on his desk. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about it constantly because it had been toying with his mind for the better part of the weekend. “You could say that, I guess.”

The answer, in all its vague glory brings about an amused grin from the boy across from him. Maxxie leans over the table and goes as far to lift his hips off the chair just invade his personal space. “What was that tone?” he gawks, wiping the cards off the surface of the table.

“Well...” he starts off timidly (a bit of annoyance mixed in because he’s going to have to clean up the mess later), and a small burp erupts from the back of his throat as a sign of his mild discomfort. “I was sort of...maybe...actually invited to...” but the tail of the sentence is nearly undecipherable to the human ear. 

Maxxie squints his blue eyes across from him. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch all of it.”

Blowing out the air from his lungs, Harry’s head falls back so all he has to focus on are the dull cracks in the ceiling. Part of him still doesn’t believe it, or rather hadn’t thought it an admissible option given the recent events. He pokes his inner cheek outwards before letting out a tired groan. “We’re spending it with Y/n’s family, okay? There, I said it.”

“You’re bluffing!” 

Harry whistles out a breath. “Not today, mate,” he chortles, rubbing the base of his palm against his left eye. “Jeremy literally asked my mum the day after...well, you know.”

“Are you going to be able to manage it?” there’s a weariness in Maxxie’s voice.

But honestly, Harry doesn’t know. Yes, he’s still broken up about the whole thing. Yet, the hardest part is being next to her and feeling as though he’s missed every chance that he’s had at being hers. Because he’s sure it’ll take him a long time before he’s over her, and that’s what hurts the most.

***

On Day 6, Pattern D finds itself at ten in the morning, the third class of the Tuesday before Thanksgiving break. To Y/n it’ll be the first class she has with Harry, meaning another chance to get things straightened out between them. Now that their positions are reversed, she feels even worse about having treated him so harshly the month before when there had been a hefty cloak of uncertainty to keep things understandably complicated. 

Just as Mr. Daughtry’s door comes into sight, her path is intercepted by a body suddenly appearing before her.   

“Hey, you!” Jasper greets her with a bright grin. There’s a moment of clumsiness when she predicts his fluid movements based on how his arm extends and fingers point in her direction as they rise to the height of her shoulder. In a slight panic, she twists arounds, pretending to fish for a pencil from the side pouch of her backpack. Luckily (for him) he’s able to stop himself from proceeding, and he shrugs the action off as he stretches that same arm over his head. With a skittish laugh he continues. “I feel like I haven’t seen much of you this week.”

“I’ve just been busy,” she mumbles, hugging her grey math notebook close to her chin. She can’t help but wonder if he isn’t late to some class, or club meeting, or some discussion about hair accessories (the latter causes her to snigger to herself). 

Jasper simply nods, pulling slightly on the knot of his tie. “So, I told my mom about the formal and she’s super stoked that we’re going together,” he blushes. “I mean, I’m really happy you said yes.”

Meanwhile, the metallic taste of blood starts to fill her mouth the longer she keeps her tongue trapped between her teeth. “Yeah...” she struggles to find her voice. The right thing to do would be to come clean, to be straightforward with him and give him the honest answer he had deserved from the beginning. 

Blowing the air from her nostrils, she parts her lips as they wrap around the words. “Jasper, I actually need to talk to you about that...”

“Karan! What’s up, man?” 

She forces an unbothered appearance in front of Jasper’s friend –– Karan –– as they start a whole conversation of their own. 

This is something she’s found to dislike very much, how Jasper always seems to forget that his friends aren’t her friends...well, at least none that she particularly like enough to call by such an intimate name. It bothers her because she doesn’t know if she can walk away or if this boy has any intention of including her or even continuing with what they’d started only minutes before. 

She taps her foot contempt, not even caring if either find her actions to be tactless. All Jasper does is shoot half a smile before carrying on talking about the latest scandal to hit the tenth grade. 

“I should really get to class,” she meddles in the momentary pause between speakers. “See you around.” 

Before Jasper can send her off with a proper goodbye, she turns around and keeps en route for the classroom. As soon as she’s about to cross under the arch, she collides with another body, notebook falling from her hands and falling open-faced on the floor. 

“’m sorry,” the other rushes out, his voice all too recognizable to her ears. Harry quickly picks up the notebook and holds it out for her to take, but all she notices is how his eyes remain low and unwilling to look at her. 

“Thank you,” she whispers. He gives her a nod in response before signaling for her to go enter ahead of him. But she stays in glued in place. “Do you think we can...”

“There might be a pop quiz, I heard,” he interrupts, his hand finding the small of her back to gently prod her into the room. Despite it being nothing more than a graze of his fingers over her sweater, she still feels jolts of electricity run up her spine and tickle the back of neck. 

With their arrival being just a minute or so before roll call, the only available seats are towards the very rear, two desks grouped together and pushed in the far-right corner of the room. His hand falls back to his side, the absence of his touch leaving her colder than she had just been. It makes her frown, and as they make their way to the back, the space between them only grows. 

For her, this has to be the most difficult consequence to deal with. 

“Alright, since everyone is settled in,” Mr. Daughtry starts, uncapping a blue dry erase marker. “Let’s go over last night’s homework.” And he ponders down at the reference notes on the podium, before the shrill squeaks of the marker against the whiteboard slowly begin to reveal an equation. 

Beside her, Harry opens up his notebook, each homework problem neatly organized (this includes all the work he’d done to solve them) over two pages. She looks straight ahead, slightly squinting so she can decipher the correct answers on the board. “How is it 43?” she asks under her breath, staring down at problem #5.

“It was a negative two, not positive...which would mean b becomes positive in the expression,” he answers. He orients his notes towards her. “Right there,” he points to it with tip of his pencil. He leans in a little closer, elbow coming to rest on the table as his head tilts in her direction. Her heart goes crazy as he goes on to explain the steps of the equation. It’s the first time in days he’s willingly talked to her, even if it is about schoolwork. But she forces herself to shake off the feeling for the time being, if only to prevent herself from messing this up. 

“How’d I even...” And she cross checks with his work, brows curling inward. “Oh, I’m such dummy. I didn’t even notice that!” she shakes her head and rubs her eraser over the page. 

He looks at her for the first time today with a prelude of the softest smile. “You’re not.” 

She offers him a toothy grin as she settles back down. Every now and again will she sneak an admiring gaze. 

***

“Harry!” she calls after him. In the short period of time she’d taken to pack her things, he had already fled the room by the time she looked up. It took squeezing her way through two bulky juniors from their class to quickly find his mop of brown curls in the crowded corridor. 

At the sound of his name, he begrudgingly comes to a stop. He sighs and scratches the back of his head, his internal monologue arguing that he should continue forward. The decision is to be outweighed by a greater influence. 

“Hi,” Y/n says in a bit of a wheeze. 

“Hi,” he returns, nodding. He watches as those around them disperse in their difference directions, until the hallway soon becomes barren during this first lunch period. “What’s going on?” he asks simply. 

She absentmindedly goes to mess with a loose strand of hair. “I was just...” she snivels (allergy season can be a real nuisance). “Wanted to say that I’m really looking forward to Thursday.” 

“Oh,” his mouth forms an o with his lips. He glances to the floor and wriggles his feet as though pebbles were buried in his shoes. “Yeah, I think my mum’s bringing trifle or some kind of dessert.” 

“That’s sweet of her,” she affirms. “Are you excited?” 

Harry looks up, noticing the hope embedded in her eyes. “It could be fun,” he says evenly. “Your dad seems pretty keen on watching the Packers game together. Mason, too, I guess.”

“Mason hasn’t stopped talking about it,” she admits shyly, but can’t help but giggle at the thought of her brother. “You know, he told his teacher that you were his best friend.”

It’s Harry’s turn to laugh. “Really?” Y/n nods enthusiastically. “He’s a cool kid. Tell him I’m honored.” 

“You can always tell him on Thursday.” 

Harry smiles. “I will.” 

***

Thursday November 27, 2008

Thanksgiving Day has never been more stressful for Y/n. Not only has she been baking since last night (did someone say four different flavors of pie and three fall-themed cookies, and a carrot cake bigger than her dad’s head?) but she must have changed her outfit at least nine times in the last half hour. The Styles’ are expected to arrive at around 5pm, which means she only has another forty-five minutes to come up with the perfect ensemble. Earlier in the afternoon, it had just occurred to her that she hasn’t met Anne nor Gemma, and she’d be dishonest if she said she wasn’t ultra-nervous about it.

Gosh, how her stomach feels so full of air.

She wishes she could be as carefree as Mason because all he’s been fretting over is which boardgame to play with Harry after dinner and which Disney movie he’s going to have running on the laptop whilst Jeremy slaves away to the television at approximately 8pm. 

“Do you think Harry likes Monopoly or Connect Four?” the little boy asks. She tears her attention from her cookie display to look down at her brother who’s holding two boxes up for her to examine.

“But, Mase,” she giggles, wiping her hands on her apron. “You don’t know how to play Monopoly.”

Mason looks at the box in his right hand and eyes it carefully. He gives her a signal of understanding before trotting off back into the living room to set up. Shaking her head, she continues setting up the cookies along the three-tier server. Hopefully, it’ll be enough to impress their guests. “It’ll be fine,” she tells herself.

***

The doorbell rings, and almost instantly does it cause alarm within Y/n. 

“Oh my god!” she panics, running around the kitchen to quadruple check that everything is exactly as it should be. “Dad! Dad! Did you–”

“Yes.”

“How about the–”

“Yes.”

“Okay but what about–”

“Y/n,” Jeremy says sternly from the foyer. She closes her eyes as she listens to the bottom rim of the door brush along the mat. “Welcome! Nice to see you again, Anne. Harry, ready for that Packers game? Oh, hello! I don’t think I’ve met you yet?”

Her eyes widen, he must be talking to Gemma! Harry had told her stories about how close they are since Anne’s job requires a lot of traveling. Oh gosh, she must hate her for having done what she did to her brother. She knows this because she would absolutely despise anyone who would ever dare to hurt Mason. “I think I’m going to be sick,” she breathes unevenly and braces herself over the counter. 

“Not to validate anything your father says,” Olivia sneaks up from behind, “but you really do need to relax.” She takes a good look at her daughter. “Weren’t you wearing the brown sweater?”

But before Y/n has the chance to answer, three new faces enter from the side, her heart skipping over multiple beats as she becomes tightlipped. 

“Hello!” Olivia greets them. “We’re so happy to have you join us! I’m Olivia, by the way.”

Harry’s sister nudges him from behind. “Oh, um...” he looks behind him. “This is my mum Anne, and my sister Gemma.” 

“So nice to meet you,” Anne smiles, and she extends a hand to Olivia, Gemma does the same. “You have such beautiful home. Are those chrysanths you have along the walkway? They’re absolutely stunning!” 

Olivia covers a hand over her heart. “I like you already,” she sobs playfully. “Finally, someone who gets it! Two kids and neither of them share a love for gardening.” 

“You can say that again,” Anne returns. The two share a laugh, and Olivia leads them into the dining room to continue on with their chat. 

It leaves Y/n with Harry and Gemma, and she isn’t even sure where Jeremy might have wandered off to now. Harry whispers something into Gemma’s ear, and she rolls her eyes before shoving her elbow into his side. Y/n can’t help but wonder what he’s saying. Is it about her? Has he found something wrong? Stop this! She reaches behind her and pinches herself. Relax.

Taking a bold step forward, she strikes up conversation. “Hi, I’m Y/n.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Gemma replies, a warm aura radiating from her being.  

Y/n tilts her head.  “Good things, I hope.”

“Well,” the older girl starts, sending a smirk at her brother and sniggering when his eyes widen in realization. “This one never stops talking about you.”

Harry gasps, “Now wait just a minute.” But as soon as he’s about to come up with a rebuttal, he’s immediately attacked from behind with a hug. Short arms lock his legs together, and if it weren’t for his sister standing there for support, he would have most definitely fallen over. “There he is!” 

“Harry!” Mason giggles, reaching his arms above his head, a notorious signal for Harry to lift him up. “Did you miss me?”

“Duh!” Harry teases. “How can I not miss my bestest mate?” 

***

Dinner goes better than either she or Harry can expect. Their families seem to have taken well with one another, Anne and Olivia having already formed that instant bond over maternal care and green thumbs. Jeremy is shocked to hear that Gemma is interested in programming herself, and he’s even more impressed to learn that she’s in the process of building her own website. As for Mason, well...it’s a little hard not to fall in love this boy when all he pours out into the world is happiness, and maybe a little bit of cupcake frosting. 

A seating arrangement had predetermined their positions at the table (thanks to Olivia and her brilliant mind). As it had happened, Y/n and Harry are seated beside each other, their chairs closer than usual with the extra chair on his other side. Although, it became apparent throughout dinner of the gap –– while not visible to the human eye –– that remains between them. 

Y/n doesn’t understand why that is, especially since they’d seemed to be on better terms on Tuesday. While they hadn’t eaten lunch together, he did sit next to her during Spanish class so they could work on the conjugation exercise together. Sure, it hadn’t been the most romantic thing they could have done, but it was a start, right? But now she feels bothered that the extent of their communication today has been polite smiles and requests to pass whatever dish the other is closest to. 

Deciding she’s had enough of this, she turns to him. “I’m really glad you’re here,” she whispers to him. 

“It is the holidays, so...” he keeps his answer elusively.

She has to play it back in her mind to determine if there’s any underlying meaning behind it. Pushing around the remains of her pumpkin pie she speaks up again. “Are you still mad at me?” 

He takes his time before answering, mulling over the words carefully. Yet, there’s no intelligible way to organize them to make it sound any better. “It’s not that simple.”

And that manages to stir something within her. “It’s either yes or no.”

“Y/n,” he warns, not wanting to cause a scene in front of their families. “Now’s just not the time to talk about it.”

She scoffs, shaking her head and willing herself not to cry. “It’s never the time with you.” And she excuses herself from the table. 

***

Giving himself one last glance in the mirror, he wraps his hand around the copper knob. He takes a long breath as he prepares himself to rejoin everyone and pretend that he doesn’t wish he could be anywhere else today. For majority of the day, he had thought he’d moved on from the rejection. However, the more time he spends with her, the more those feelings regress him back to those open wounds. Despite how much he likes watching football with Jeremy and playing Connect Four with Mason, he can’t help but get distracted whenever she comes over and asks thoughtful questions about the game. And that distraction causes him to remember how difficult it’s been to keep up this charade. 

When he opens the door, he’s immediately met with her figure looking up at him with doe-like eyes. His jaw clenches as he tries to ignore how the pout on her plump lips makes a part of him go a little crazy. What’s worse is that he shouldn’t feel this way, not right now at least. Not when he’s trying to stay mad for a little while longer. 

“Please,” she starts off faintly, looking all too small as she stands before him. His expression softens only the smallest amount that she isn’t sure if maybe it was just a twitch. “Can we just talk?” She can see it in his eyes, the answer that’s about to roll off his tongue so blatantly obvious. And before he has a chance to decline, she latches onto his hand and starts to walk him towards the stairs. They’re careful not to draw attention to themselves as they practically tiptoe through the dining area where Anne and Olivia continue to share embarrassing stories from when both Harry and Y/n were much younger. 

The grip she has on him while she leads him up the steps surprises him. Her soft hand squeezes his so tightly that his palms start to sweat from the sheer pressure (and maybe from a bubbling sense of nervousness that’s brewing inside). “Is this really necessary...” he hears himself muttering out loud, even though he’s expecting no answer in return. Although, he may have just felt just the smallest bit of added compression around his fingers as they round the corner. 

Once they’re in her room, she’s sure to close the door this time around. If she’s learned anything from the numerous times they’ve been interrupted, it’s that one can never be too sure around her family –– or anyone really. She debates whether to take it all the way with caution, standing frozen as she stares down at the lock with hesitancy.

“Are you planning on keeping me hostage or something?” he chuckles lightly, plopping down on her bed, having already accepted his defeat. He combs his fingers through his hair a couple times before allowing himself the chance to relax.

She exhales fully and closes her eyes. “If that’s what it takes.” With the lock pinched securely between her fingers, the faintest sound erupts within the space. Click. “Then, yes.” Rotating on her heel, she presses her back up against the door, hand still loosely grasping the handle as she tilts her head back. She keeps her eyes low at first, but as seconds on the clock begin to outnumber them, she has no choice but to have them ascend. 

He raises an eyebrow. “Well?”

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” she says shakily, whatever confidence she had absorbed seems to have fizzled out. But she can’t back down now, not when the opportunity is right in front of her. “I knew you were going to ask me, and I swear I was going to wait but then Jasper completely caught me off guard and then everyone was watching and I just...I just didn’t...I just didn’t think. It was stupid and I know that’s not an excuse, but I just want things to go back to normal.” She crosses her arms over her chest, a twinge of embarrassment filling her as her own words repeat through her ears. 

He shifts uncomfortably. All the feelings he’d been trying to avoid are being unlocked, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it. It’s not even that he’s mad (he’s found it impossible to harvest any ill-feelings for the girl in front him), it’s more that he’s dreading whatever might come out of her mouth because he isn’t sure he can handle another rejection. “We don’t have to talk about it, really. We’re fine,” he says as neutrally as he can. 

“No, Harry. We’re not. And you know it.” 

He knows she’s right, no matter how much he wants to deny it for the sake of saving his own heart. But now that she’s locked him in, he has no choice but to confront the issue. “Look, whatever might have been between us, I’ll get over it, okay? I’ll be fine. I don’t want you to feel–”

“No!” she almost screams, and she marches right to where his knees bend off the side of the mattress with her lips pursed in a newfound determination. “That’s the complete opposite of what I want to happen.” 

His green eyes are fixed on her. “What do you mean?” he whispers. But she shakes her head, as though regretting the words to come out of her mouth. Because now they implicate her of the thing she’s been dying to say, and there’s no coming back once it’s said.

Not even thinking, he places his hands on her waist to bring her closer. She still refuses to look at him, her arms further wrapping around her vulnerable self. There’s something in the way her bottom lip moves in the slightest matter that intrigues him. And now he just needs to know. “Hey, look at me,” and he gently cups her cheek to encourage her. “What?”

She stays quiet as she tries to get her breathing back to a normal pace, but the feeling of his stare causes a sweat to form down her back. “I don’t want you to be over us.”

With that, she finally looks forward. 

It’s about time one of them be brave.

“I don’t want you to be over me,” she says in the most delicate manner. “I don’t want you to get over me because...” She uncrosses her arms, only to have them wrap around his neck as she settles between his open legs. “Because I don’t want to have to get over you.”

Their eyes meet, and she lets her forehead fall against his. The tips of their noses nudge against each other. A sigh of pure bliss fights its way out of him. He pulls her even closer, thumbs rubbing small circles into the plush of her hips. Her heart beats erratically, as does his as they bask in the echo of a declaration. Two pairs of lips pull up into benevolent smiles before finally coming together.    

Eight letters.

There are eight letters to be remained unsaid (until another time).

***

[choiceslife]

Christmas in Hartfeld (Aaron and Zig Ortega)

Disclaimer: Based upon characters in Choices - The Freshman/Sophomore/Junior/Senior series. All characters presented are the property of Pixelberry Studios. I claim no ownership. This story is purely the work of the poster as fanfiction.

Story Note: This fic is for the #achoiceschristmascarol hosted by @choicesseasonalprompts @blackcatkita and @darley1101 . I’m using the prompt ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, particularly the version by Rumer. This is the result and I hope you enjoy.

Story Rating/Warning: Mature (To Be Safe)/Adult Language and Content. It’s Fluffy, but this story is intended for an Adult audience.

Summary: Zig scrambles to salvage his roommate’s holiday after learning of Aaron’s predicament.

Author’s Note: This story follows the events of my fic, Constant Craving, and takes place before MC heads off to London. It is a part of my Chromatic AU. The link to my Master List is in my bio header.

Tag List: @cinnamonroll-duffy @darley1101 @debramcg1106 @brightpinkpeppercorn @ladynonsense @katurrade @regrettingnathan @teamtomsato @luxurylives @akrenich @kenjikatsoros @riseandshinelittleblossom @kinkykingliam @tmarie82 @jlouise88 @eileendannie @marshmallow-ortega @littlecrookedheart @i-choose-liam @bobasheebaby @boneandfur @europeanguy @walkerismychoice @jellybean-marshmellow @pixieferry @sstee1 @endlessly-searching-for-you @3pawandme

***

Winter break in Hartfeld was always relaxing and peaceful. Gone were the throngs of undergrads packing the local establishments to capacity. In their place, the slower pace of local residents catching their collective breaths from the busy fall semester. Unlike many college towns, Hartfeld residents had a great relationship with the University that resided within its borders. Even still, the quiet downtime of the holiday season was instrumental in maintaining that symbiotic relationship between students and locals.

Zig Ortega was part of a small percentage of Hartfeld University students that grew up in the towns within a few miles of the school’s property. His close proximity to campus was both a blessing and a curse. While it was great that he could get a home cooked meal every night rather than the typical student’s cafeteria fare; it also meant that he wouldn’t get the full college lifestyle by living at home. Thankfully, the Second Chance Scholarship changed all that by coming with a housing stipend that allowed him to live in a campus apartment. Zig loved his mom and sisters, but he was glad to have some independence when he first enrolled.

Being close by also meant that there were less baristas available to work shifts at the coffee shop, so if someone called out, Zig was one of the few around to cover. Which is exactly what happened the week leading up to Christmas.

“I promise I’ll be home on Christmas Eve mom. The shop we’ll be closing early. I’m just gonna stay on campus this week. I worked a double today and I have to be back early tomorrow morning since we’re short staffed.” Zig took long strides up the stairs to his third floor apartment, fishing for his keys as he readjusted his backpack onto the opposite shoulder. “Yes mom.... I love you too. Okay...Bye.”

“Ziggy Pop? What are you doing here?” A shocked Aaron jumped up from lounging on the couch as his roommate entered their living room. Aaron clearly hadn’t expected anyone to be around over winter break. A couple of empty pizza boxes and discarded fast food wrappers littered the coffee table in the living room. Aaron’s appearance was slightly disheveled compared to his usual well kept look, as if he had been stressing over something.

“Brandon called me this morning asking if I could cover his shifts this week.” Zig placed his backpack down on the floor beside the front door. He took in the sight of the clutter around the apartment. Typically the place was spotless. Aaron and Zig were both pretty meticulous about maintaining a clean abode. “Apparently his brother bailed on Christmas and his mom is pretty upset, so he wants to spend more time with her. What are you doing here? I thought you left for home yesterday?”

Panic set in as Aaron began to rub the back of his neck wracking his brain for an answer, any answer, to Zig’s inquiry. But he couldn’t. Aaron knew he finally had to come clean to his roommate and best friend. “I’m sorry Ziggy-O. I should have told you sooner...”

___

“Mijo!” Linda Ortega exclaimed as her only son entered the front door. She wrapped her arms around her strapping baby boy, pulling him away from the bitter cold and darkness outside. Linda hadn’t been expecting Zig to return for another few days based upon their earlier conversation, but when he called with an emergency and needed her help, she didn’t hesitate to take action. “And you must be Aaron,” Linda said to the young man standing behind her son with a small book bag strapped to his back and a canvas laundry bag in his hands.

“Yes ma’am,” Aaron replied as Linda yanked him into a motherly embrace.

“We are so happy to have you with us for the holidays, Love. We put some fresh linens on Zig’s bed, where you’ll be staying. He can take the couch. Oh and there’s a change of clothes in the room as well. Stuff Zig hasn’t worn in a while. They should fit you.”

“You didn’t have to go through all the trouble Mrs. Ortega. I’m okay to take the couch...”

“Oh it’s no trouble at all Honey,” Linda interrupted. “And guests in this house do not sleep on the couch. Zig is totally fine with you taking his room for a few days.” Aaron noticed Ziggy-Pop nodding in agreement as Linda took a hold of the laundry bag in his hands before patting him on the behind and ushering him up the stairs behind her son. “Now go. Zig will show you to your room and you can freshen up. Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. I’ll get this load of laundry started. And please, call me Linda.”

Aaron smiled brightly at the enthusiastic Mrs. Ortega, before following his best friend upstairs. In that moment, he felt love. Zig’s mom was pure delight and it became absolutely clear just where Zig got his warmth and compassion. Aaron truly lucked out getting assigned as his roommate; he just wished that it could last for Zig’s final semester.

___

The next couple of days were a whirlwind in the Ortega household. Linda and her eldest daughter, Marie, enjoyed cooking and baking with Aaron; Sophie enjoyed getting his advice on which professors’ classes to avoid; and Lucy and Mila enjoyed binge watching Beautiful Tiny Fibbers on WebFlicks with him. For Aaron, it just felt nice to feel like he belonged somewhere again.

Zig returned home one afternoon, a couple days before Christmas, in a fluster. “Aaron. Come on. I need you to come with me to the store. I forgot to grab a gift for Britney and Chris.” Zig shot a knowing looking to his mother as Aaron retrieved his garments from upstairs. Linda acknowledged her son, ready to set their plan in motion.

“Do you have an idea of what to get them?” Aaron asked as he descended the stairs while pulling on his coat.

“Not a clue. This could take a while.”

“Have fun boys,” Linda bid farewell as her son pulled his friend out the door. She waited until she heard Zig’s car leave before giving her daughters the all clear. “Ok girls. Operation: Merry Zigmas is a go!”

“Really Mom? Merry Zigmas?” Lucy questioned as her oldest sister, Marie, went to grab the new gifts that her mom and brother secretly bought for Aaron the other day.

“Well this was Zig’s idea and Aaron is his best friend,” Sophie answered. “We have been blessed, but Aaron is going through some tough times with his family right now. Zigster just wants him to have a great holiday like the rest of us.”

“Yeah. He’s a sweetheart and deserves to feel loved,” Marie chimed in as she returned with the gifts. “I can’t believe his parents disowned him for being true to himself.”

A brief quiet washed over the Ortega ladies as they contemplated the internal struggle Aaron must have been going through. But soon, they each realized, without saying a word, just how much they wanted to bring joy to his holiday. A flurry of wrapping paper and ribbon soon took over the living room as Zig’s mom and each of his sisters set to wrapping a variety of gifts for their holiday guest; knowing just how important their small gesture would mean to their brother’s best friend.

___

Love, laughter, and Christmas music filled the air of the Ortega household on Christmas Eve. Zig was fortunate that the café owner decided to keep the shop closed today, allowing all of the employees to spend more time with their families for the holiday. And quality family time is exactly what happened all day, afternoon, and evening.

As night set in and the hours got late, Linda finally got everyone’s attention for the final Ortega Family Tradition. “Okay my babies, the time has come for you all to open one gift before Christmas Day arrives. This year, however, I’ll be the one randomly picking the gift from beneath the tree for each of you.” Linda caught her son’s eye and winked as the words left her mouth.

Aaron watched as each of Linda’s children unwrapped the gift she handed to them. Marie received a pair of tickets to next year’s Aurora Music Festival, while Zig was gifted a book on Japanese culture and customs with a link for downloadable language lessons. Each of Zig’s three younger sisters received Surface tablets, which Mrs. Ortega was quick to point out, was to help them with their school studies. Linda then stood before Aaron with a small envelope with his name on it. “Oh Mrs...erm, Linda, you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Nonsense Honey,” Linda scoffed. “Everyone with the Ortega’s for the holidays partakes in our family traditions.”

“She’s not gonna take no for an answer Aaron,” Zig added with a smile while gesturing for his roommate to open the gift.

Aaron nodded and proceeded to peel open the envelope. Inside was a formal note on fancy letterhead. He was a bit confused, but as he started to read, tears began to form in his eyes.

“What’s it say?” Mila finally asked; the suspense killing her.

Aaron hitched his breath for a moment before speaking. “Prescott Industries is offering to pay my tuition, room, and board for the rest of my time in college. And they’re inviting me to join their Summer Intern Program this summer to see if the company is a good fit for my career goals.” A chill ran down Aaron’s spine as tears streamed his face. He rose from his seat without saying another word and wrapped his arms around Linda. The petite mom hugged the sobbing, athletically built young man as best she could before being joined by her daughters and Zig.

“I hope it’s okay that I told your story to my boss,” Linda said the moment the group hug ended. “He overheard me talking with my co-worker when we were discussing some gifts we could get for you. I left out your name because, well, people don’t need to know your name, but Mr. Prescott was upset with your predicament and just wanted to help. He is such a wonderful man and a fantastic boss.”

“He is wonderful and I can’t thank him enough,” Aaron managed to utter between sobs while trying to regain his composure. “But you and your family... you’re amazing. I never...” Aaron began crying again, unable to find words as he was completely overcome with emotions by the incredible gesture of the Ortega’s and Mr. Prescott. Linda, her daughters, and Zig all encircled Aaron in another group hug and soon his tears turned to laughter. “Thank you all.”

The night wore on and eventually the excitement and joy subsided; being replaced with yawns and tiredness from all of the day’s festivities. Zig hugged each of his sisters and mom goodnight, letting Linda know that he’d clean up the mess in the living room before going to bed. Aaron stayed back to help him.

The two friends scooped up discarded wrapping paper and boxes in relative silence as soft Christmas music continued to play lowly in the background. For a moment, Aaron watched as Zig stuffed the festive remnants into a trash bag. He appreciated everything Zig and his family had done for him, and Aaron realized that it was time for him to tell his friend the whole truth. “I love you,” Aaron blurted out. His face turned three shades of red when Zig turned towards him and Aaron realized that he skipped right over his explanation. He shook his head and refocused his thoughts. “When I came out to my parents, I didn’t say to them ‘I think I might like a guy’ like I told you I did. I told them that I was in love with you. They shamed me. Told me that I was violating your trust as a friend. And then my dad told me that he would not accept a son with an alternative lifestyle.”

Zig dropped the trash bag and wrapped his arms around his roommate as tears began to form once again in Aaron’s eyes. Only this time, Aaron willed them away.

“For years I wanted to tell you Zig, but I felt like I couldn’t risk losing your friendship,” Aaron continued. “And then after how my parents reacted, I thought it would be best to just finish out this semester with you on a happy note; that when you came back from winter break and I wasn’t there would be easier than trying to explain my situation.”

When the words finally stopped flowing, Zig spoke up. “I love you too Aaron. If I’m being honest, I was afraid to tell you my feelings as well.”

The two friends looked at each other; Zig still holding Aaron in an embrace, before softly chuckling at their shared behavior. Had they spoken sooner, they would have realized their mutual love. Aaron got lost in Zig’s eyes as ‘Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas’ by Rumer began to play softly.

“I love this song,” Aaron commented as he placed his forehead against Zig’s.

“Shall we dance?”

Aaron smiled with a slight nod, before snuggling even closer to Zig. The two men swayed in time with the slow and classic ballad, both happy to finally be honest with the other. All of their fears and worries washed away as the song played because they both knew they finally had each other.

The song came to an end, but Zig still softly rocked with Aaron for a few more moments. When he finally opened his eyes, he realized that the two were standing beneath the festive red and green plant that his mother loved to hang about the house at this time of year. “You know what we’re supposed to do when we’re beneath this don’t you?” Zig inquired as he tilted Aaron by the chin to gaze upon the decor above.

Without hesitation, Aaron crashed his lips to Zig’s, enjoying the softness and the warm sensation from the man he long craved. Aaron savored the taste as he drug his tongue along his partner’s tongue before pulling back slowly. He caught Zig’s lower lip gently between his teeth and playfully nibbled before placing one last quick peck on his roommates luscious mouth. “Damn. I have waited so long for that and it did not disappoint.”

Before Zig could answer, someone cleared their throat behind them. The guys turned to see Sophie sitting on the stairs. “Thought you guys should know, but that’s holly you’re kissing under. The mistletoe is the white and green plant hanging over the couch.” Sophie got up from her seated position and started to make her way back upstairs, before turning back. “I can’t imagine what you two would do with each other under actual mistletoe.” She shot her brother a sly grin.

“Goodnight Sophie,” Zig said flushed with embarrassment.

“Goodnight boys.”

Aaron kissed Zig on the cheek, pulling his attention back from his departing sister. “I know what I’m imagining I’d do to you under the mistletoe,” he chuckled as he pulled Zig onto the couch.

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(The End)

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Never Less Than Amazing Pt.1~ BTS SUGA

Anonymous asked:  Can I have a suga fic where his girlfriend is feeling insecure about her body ( short, big boobs,& Thick thighs) and he comforts her ( if you write smut can you include some please thanks :))))

A/N: Hello!! Thanks for requesting Nonnie! Ok, so unfortunately i didn’t added the smut bit in here, i honestly kinda suck at it Orz so i’m sorry i can’t fufill that part of the request, however this is meant to have a Pt 2! If you like this i will upload Pt 2 with the smut, but since i wasn’t sure i decided to leave it out and revise it extra hard... Hope you like it still!! <3  Pt2 Word Count: 3499 Genre: Fluffy/Smut Pairing: YoongixY/N Lenght: Fic Triggers: Insecurities

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You finished cooking your boyfriend’s favorite plate, and previously you had ordered an angel cake as dessert. You were very excited,so much you even prepared the table and lit some candles before time, and dress with that short black dress you bought for today. Today was gonna be special. It had been around a year since you started dating Min Yoongi, and today was your anniversary, To be honest you didn’t exactly had a set date of your anniversary,the relationship between you two had been escalating from friendship to something more formal so quickly neither of you remembered when the dating actually started, since you two knew each other you’d always hang out just the two of you, half the time it wasn't even a planned beforehand going out to some public place, or simply stay inside, the good thing about you both relation was that you felt completely comfortable with one another. But one day it changed. One day getting back home you were both goofing around and joking about anything, when both reached for the others hand, the gesture was mirrored at the exact same time, and neither found it strange, later that night, when you were back at your apartment without hesitation Yoongi leaned in and kissed you, and in perfect sync again you reached to him and hold him close to your body, and all it seemed so natural you two end up laughing between kisses, the night ended outside enjoying the light breeze of the night and with your face hurting from all the smiling, just talking about you two. And that is how you choose a date, after that event happened. Everyday you spent with Yoongi after that was just like any other, only that now you were kissing him every chance you could. But today, you wanted to do something special. You wanted to do something you were meaning to ask of him and do with him about after a week from the kiss, but never had the courage to complete, because there was one little problem… Your insecurities. Since you entered your teenage years, the way you are perceived by others around you always bothered you, and it made you anxious. You always ended up comparing to your classmates or your friends, you always felt judged about not being average tall, having big boobs and thick tights,thought there were days when you couldn’t care less about what people thought of you, but there were others when you would even sacrifice going out with anyone if you started to have that hunting feeling of being observed, even by yourself on the mirror. You hated having your brain picturing random scenarios of what people might say of what you were wearing or how’d you look. And this caused you to hide under loose clothes or under the sheets of your bed. This night however, was gonna be different, you were gonna try your best to be confident because this was gonna become special night for you, and hopefully for him as well.

You did your best to arrange yourself for when he arrived to you apartment, but having to examine yourself in front of the mirror of the bathroom only made you feel depressed, before your mind could think anything you splashed cold water on your face and without looking at the rest of you, you started to put on some makeup. You grabbed your phone and saw you had some messages from you boyfriend Yoongi: Hey Babe, i think I’m gonna be a bit late, i’m so sorry… Yoongi: Nvm that, i’m got off fast! Can’t wait to see you! Yoongi: I bought something special for tonight, be ready ;)

You couldn’t help but smile at this,Yoongi was always so thoughtful and cute with you, he was always so big-hearted with you, he wouldn’t hesitate to buy anything for you, no matter what. One time you randomly said “damn, i’m craving some ice cream right now” at almost 2am in the morning, and he just casually said “MMk be right back” and swooshed out the door even before you could stop him. He came back with the ice cream and you slapped him a bit for taking a risk going late at night to just get you ice cream, but also lowkey kissed him thanks and cuddle with him watching some videos on your laptop eating the ice cream. You were now feeling nervous, you wanted to avoid it but you went inside the bathroom again to check your makeup on the mirror...and you saw yourself. You sighed, you smile disappeared you now pulled the fabric of your dress trying to cover yourself up. “This dress is too short, my thighs look enormous, and the boobs look weird, like they falling to my knees, oh my god...oh my god, this was a bad idea, tch, i'm just gonna wear something else...maybe that long dress with sleeves, my arms look wrong too, tch...i put on too much make up, yoongi won’t like this. Ugh, my make up is the smallest of things, He can’t see me naked...all of this is wrong.” You felt tears starting to pool in your eyes, your mascara was washing away with them, quickly you grabbed a tissue and carefully cleaned your eyes. You tried to calm yourself, your face was red so you breathed in and out, your heart raced and your legs felt weak. You wanted to call yoongi, said you weren’t feeling well and crawl in your bed to sleep, But you couldn’t “This is a special day for him too, don’t do that, think of him, just try to have fun and spend a good evening ok?” you looked at yourself on the mirror, grabbing at the sink “You can change your clothes, or not! You look fine, stop thinking stuff like this, and you don’t have to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable yes?, you can wait, you both can, don’t worry...he understands you know that…” You nodded at your reflection and tried to smile “Fighting!” you shouted mentally. You did as you said, you changed your clothes, to a knee long light mustard skirt, you thighs were out of sight but you still looked good, and you choose a cute black butterfly sleeved blouse, finishing it up with a waist belt and some ankle strap platforms. You felt a lot more comfortable and confident again. You heard the elevator outside in the hall, you patted your heart and gather your strength. The knock on the door made you jump a little, but you walked forward and opened the door, a very serious looking yoongi  was on the other side, but as soon as he turned and looked at you from head to toe his eyes sparkled and showed you his gummy smile. He had his big backpack over his shoulders and a plastic bag on his hand, his black hair was messy and he looked tired, but his clothes were impeccable, obviously he dressed up too for the occasion and of course he looked handsome as hell.

‘Hey Princess...’ He eyed you with a smug look on  his face.

‘Hi Charming...’ You winked to him and acted coy, he chuckled at that with his deep voice getting closer to you and giving you a quick peck on your lips, He looked deep into your eyes and without taking his gaze of you he left the backpack and the plastic bag on the floor and returned to you grabbing your face with his hands and stroking your cheeks with his fingers, he leaned in again to kiss you, this time more longingly for you,  you grabbed his lower back and got him closer to you returning the kiss with the same intensity. After a couple of minutes you needed to breath so you gently pushed him away and he grudgingly took a step back.

‘Are you hungry?’ You asked him. He nodded grabbing his stuff from the floor again ‘I made dinner...’ His eyes opened up

‘Wait...what did you do with my lazy girlfriend?’ He joked placing a hand on his chest acting surprised and shocked.

‘She got up her ass and made delicious food for both of us, but can spit on your food if you piss her off’ You kissed him on the cheek and head off to the kitchen.

‘Fair enough...I bought some wine and...a stack of snacks for if you feel like watching a movie, and of course digestive tea for later cause you don't have more, for when you feel ill from eating all the snacks at once’ he rolled his eyes smiling softly and so did you, he placed a peck on your forehead and walked to the dinner table. “He’s so amazing...” you thought getting back to the kitchen, he spoke like if all his little kind attentions were nothing, but your heart warmed up every time he had them, not only with you, but to others too, he had an affectionate heart and you felt lucky to be his girlfriend. He placed the wine on the table and went to the kitchen to grab the corkscrew pinching your butt on his way out without looking back at your reaction, but hearing you cute little squeak of surprise. Your thoughts from before faded away, you were concentrated on serving the food and hoping he would like it. When you got to the table Yoongi already had the glasses with wine on them and was left baffled by the presentation of the food before him, he looked happy and not tired anymore. The light of the candles adorned his features softly, his eyes looked sweetly and lovingly at you while you explained him how you did all this by yourself proudly. His smile glowed and his head tilted every time you chuckled. You both toasted and drinked up the beverage.The evening was extremely romantic, you would reached food to his mouth and he would open his mouth without thinking, then savour it and gestured as if he was crying because the food was the most exquisite thing to him, you were having so much fun and couldn’t remember why you were feeling sad before. Yoongi always had that ability of taking your mind off of the things that depressed you and he told you in other occasions it was the same for him.

‘I got you something...’ He said suddenly while you nommed on your last piece of meat.

‘You mean snacks wasn’t the whole surprise?’ You asked him confused, he blinked.

‘Of course not you goober’ he rolled his eyes and reached under his chair. 

‘Here you butt nugget...’ He handed you a black little case, you put down your fork and grabbed it from his hands, you looked back at him shocked.

‘For me?’ You asked.

‘It’s actually for my other girlfriend, the one that actually gets that I got her a present for our anniversary…’ He said sarcastically rubbing his chin

‘So Jin?’ You answered him. He scoffed closing his eyes. You laughed ‘Thank you’ You simply said.

‘Happy Anniversary Y/N’ he seemed embarrassed about it, his cheeks flushed a soft red, licked his lips looking at the case in your hands and then back at you waiting to see your reaction. You slowly opened the case to reveal a beautiful silver bracelet with a couple of birds engraved and between their peaks a delicate pearl.You took it off of the case and looked at it marvelled by its simplicity and yet how beautiful it was. You stroke the pearl with you index finger and felt the smoothness of it, your eyes began to feel teary and you look up to see Yoongi who was examining your features.

‘I love it Yoongi! Thank you so much, it’s beautiful’ You laughed and he did as well.

‘Here’ He said dragging his chair closer to you ‘Let me help you’ He grabbed the the accessory carefully with his hands and delicately helped you to hook the chain on your wrist.

‘Thank you so much...’you said again staring at him, your heart was pumping and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

‘I’m glad you liked it’ He said not looking at your too concentrated on the task at hand but still blushing once again. ‘There’ he finished, you twirled the pearl.

‘I didn’t got you anything!’ you half shouted. ‘Oh my god, i feel terrible’ you grabbed your cheeks. Yoongi gestures with his hands

‘Aish, you don’t have to buy me anything, i didn’t buy it because of our anniversary i bought it because i thought you would like it, and it would look cute on you’ he caressed your wrist and the chain as well. ‘And it does...’ he half smiled. You made up your mind. You were definitely gonna go on what was your original plan. No hesitation.

‘Yoongi...’ you called him while still caressed your arm.

‘Hmm?’ you took him out of his state, you inhaled got sat up and then grabbed his hand and made him follow you, ‘Y/N?’ he sounded surprised but since you didn’t answer he just keep up with you.You entered your room and gulped while turning around to face your confused boyfriend. He alternated his eyes between the bed and you repeatedly,taking a seat on it  you both remained in silence, just looking at each other, an awkward silence lingered in the room. Against all your impulses you were determined to take the big step with Yoongi, he was gonna be your first ever, those harmful thought from before threatened to come back and haunt you once more but you tried to quiet them.

‘Y/N-’ He started shyly, but was cut off by you crashed your lips with his, this only made Yoongi more confused but you started to take deep breaths biting his lip anxiously, and he decided to just roll with it returning your kisses. You placed your hand on the back of his neck grabbing his hair between your fingers trying to deepen the kiss, as soon as you started to calm a little more the kiss returned to his sweet yet passionate nature, he did as always and tried to get you as close as possible to him, lost in the kiss he grabbed one of your thighs to place it over his lap so you would straddle him, but you instinctively flicked his hand off, you felt bad right after doing it but he didn’t seem to care that much, he moved on to stroking your back not breaking the kiss, you straddle him nevertheless but your skirt got in the way, he tried to help you by lifting it a bit but you pulled it down as much as you can to cover yourself, he grabbed your ass and squeezed  but you tried to shake him off so you changed positions and pull him in a swift move so he ended on top of you. He was resting his weight on one arm and with the other he started to slide a hand fondling your neck and lowering his trail onto your chest, but then again you hand flicked him off, and Yoongi broke the kiss but didn’t separate from you ‘Babe i like it when you play hard to get but please don’t flick my hand again or i’ll have to punish you’ he said jokingly, but then he noticed your distressed face ‘what’s wrong Y/N?’ He moved away from you and you sat straight. ‘I’m sorry Yoongi’ your tears threaten to star pooling but Yoongi pull you close to him and rubbed your back and head. ‘Why?, No, babe is fine, i’m sorry if i said or did something wrong, i didn’t wanted to push you to do anything...’ He talked lowly trying to comfort you.

‘No, it’s not you, i want this...but....’ You looked at him ‘I-...I don’t feel comfortable, with me...’ Yoongi was looking at you, he seemed worried, he crossed his eyebrows.

‘How? Why?’ He slide a hand caressing your arm.

‘I mean...’ you sniffled looking away. ‘I don’t feel comfortable with my body, i don’t want you too feel...i don’t know repulsed ?’ He scrunched his nose to this word but remained quiet listening to you. ‘I don’t want you to see me, but i want to do this with you. I sometimes hate myself...how i look’  You hiccup , then dried some tears,starting to roll from your eyes with your ring finger. ‘Y/N’ He called, you bite your lip and looked at him, but what you saw left you petrified, he was also at the edge of tears, he was pouting trying to hold it in, and closing his eyes ‘I know that you had problems with how your image of yourself, but i never knew that you thought i could ever look at you and ever feel “repulsed” by you’ he quoted you felt a hard pinch on your stomach when he repeated that word. Your words. and opened his eyes to look at you, his eyes were full of sympathy but also sadness, yourself couldn’t fully understand why you picked that one but now you felt guilty for saying it to him ‘Y/N i understand that you feel this way about yourself  we all do at some point and i know it's useless that i tell you this, but it’s the truth, but Y/N there is nothing that i see in you other than the woman i love...’ you gulped at his words and electricity runned up your spine, you chest sink with joy ‘Maybe you can’t see it yourself, but i see it all the time, you are beautiful, smart, funny and sometimes a little maddening like when i wait for you to stop taking pictures of every single according to you “pretty” thing you see on the street’ you chuckled ‘But you are also kind, and generous, and thoughtful, you are always so pending on others you start to diminish yourself when you should do the opposite and think of all the wonderful other things you are’ He took your hands on his and tighten his grip ‘Things that outstand the most on you’ he kissed your hands, and all those ba thoughts started to wash away ‘But let’s not get philosophical here…have you seen like... your ass?’ he asked lifting an eyebrow, this question took you by surprise and you started to laugh out loud and shake, Yoongi was still looking at you all red and puffy due to your tears but now with your breathtaking smile and your melodic -except for some snorts in between- laugh. ‘I have’ you answered. ‘No no, i mean, did you really see yourself?’ He pointed at you whole 

‘Like...hard and long? You are fly...’ He said smug making you laugh even more. ‘Don’t laugh i’m serious...’ He was enjoying making you feel more relaxed, if someone asked him what he needs for the rest of his life to survive is a book of 1.000.000 bad pun jokes -because you love them- and you. ‘The things you do to me babe, and you act so natural about it like you are effortlessly ravishing and you just casually walk by and you just didn’t catch the eyes of everyone in the room with your glowing presence ’ You cocked your head raising one eyebrow in disbelief. ‘I mean...’ He coughed ‘Whatever...’ you grinned. ‘ Y/N...never think you are less than amazing...to me, to anyone...’ You nodded ‘And to you...’ He placed a strand of loose hair behind your ear ‘And if you feel this way again, talk to me please...i don’t ever want you to feel bad about yourself ok?’ You nodded again, you leaned in and kissed him,kissed him deeply, straddling him you wavered off balance but Yoongi quickly hold you in place embracing you bending his head upwards to meet you, you mouth melded into his and the tip of his tongue brushed your lower lip, you slide your hands across his chest trying to undo the buttons of his shirt when suddenly Yoongi started to slow down to talk

‘Y/N we don’t have to do this now’ his arms began to lose their grip around you but not drawing you away from his body. ‘We can wait...’ You laughed into his lips.

‘Maybe you can...but not me’ getting anxious you ripped his shirt half open leaving Yoongi startled by your strength and making him hard in a blink.

‘Oh shit...’ his deep voice quivered.