#he just like. from the bottom of his heart cannot be like lovey-dovey to your face

[prettyboykatsuki]

sae has weirdly been my fav blorbo for a long time but when considering his type I've come to realise that he probably wouldn't be into nerdy or not conventionally pretty girls. + I don't think that sae is the type to commit at all like. he's just there to fuck around and then leave and if anything the fb trope would be more fitting for his character (imo). and everytime I read fluff about him it's just so ooc to me I can't help it 😭 I mean he does have a lot of toxic traits and could be considered 'a horrible person' but yea idk you always have this deep analysis of characters I was wonder what you'd think about sae and this topic specifically haha hope I didn't bother

i disagree with this characterization of him for a lot of reason

i don't pay a lot of attention to what the fanon interpretation of sae is and im sure this aligns with his image but i dont personally think that this assessment of his character makes a lot of sense. i do understand where it comes from though !!!

i believe that a lot of this miscommunication of his characterization stems from his relationship to rin, but i've broken that down as to why i don't think sae hates rin. in fact in his own way i think he views his own harsh behavior as a way to shield rin from reality (though it had the opposite of his intended affect) i also don't believe that sae is a vapid or shallow player off-field, and that's largely in contrast to his personality before he left for spain and after.

sae is always viewed to be cold, blunt, and serious but he is also deeply affectionate of rin in their adolescence. his major change happens while we're overseas and while we don't know yet what happened specifically - it's clear to me that something borderline traumatic happened. this type of change of character through rigorous training happens to kunigami through the wildcard system and this type of betrayal that leads to betterment is a theme in bluelock as well (i.e. nagireo)

im of the belief that saes arrogance and crass way of speaking developed largely as a defense mechanism as his goal of being a striker was shattered through playing in spain. in the same way kunigami views being a "hero" through soccer as a stupid ideal post wildcard.

sae is a normal guy outside of soccer. he even says that one of his major flaws is that he's pretty clueless about everything other than soccer. his least favorite food is fries, not because he hates the taste but because he can't have them because of his nutrition restrictions. his 'fetish' is ass because he thinks it can show what kind of an athlete someone is. all somewhat silly and ultimately regular things

all that being said - i don't think sae is a shallow person. i think he thinks very deeply and logically about a lot of things and he is indefinitely arrogant, but not shallow which is why i think it wouldn't make sense for him to judge on appearance. it'd be more accurate to assume that he's sort of dense and doesn't pay attention to people who aren't in his immediate circle. the assumption that he would make judgements on your appearance if you're just a regular joe-schmo doesn't quite connect to me. he's not insecure enough to do that.

on the issue of commitment - my only opinion is that sae is a character who values independence of sense of individualism in his partners. anyone with a strong sense of self is someone he is drawn to. this is why he likes isagi and shidou and often reprimands rin because he lacks a sense of selfhood and self confidence. rin only realizes that post the u20 match.

my point being that i think sae can and will commit to somebody but there's a lot more factors for a character like him that others like isagi or chigiri or kunigami who are naturally emotionally in tune with you.

sae isn't and will never be a 'romantic' person in the traditional sense to me but i don't think it means he's incapable of love or commitment. he has a hard time communicating verbally and saying things to your face but he remembers everything you said from your last conversation and pay attention to your hobbies. if you argue, you'll always find a vase of flowers in your kitchen with a note but you always have to call first. he's not Good about the emotional aspect because even if he puts in a lot of effort - it's never going to come naturally to him

BUT that also means if you're able to meet him half-way he's a committed and decent lover to you. he tries really hard to be and it takes some patience because he's sometimes too logical and hurts your feelings but he's there where it matters etc.

this is an essay SORRY KFDHJKSD. ive spent a lot of time thinking about him and giving him depth. and im not defending him necessarily because he is a massive douchebag for a lot of your early relationship. just not for shallow or petty reasons. simply bad at coping with his emotions and expressing himself because he's very prideful

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Back to me 🖤

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

A/N: a lil Leon lovey dovey piece. I cannot express how much I love him and I would give him the world if I could. Enjoy!

~Fi 🐝

Warnings: LEON APPRECIATION. so much fluff, kinda angsty, but nothing bad :), back kisses <3 much needed comfort for our favorite agent.

Word count: 1.5k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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Clouds. That's what your bed felt like. Your sheets felt like laying on the softest and most delicate rose petals. A warm and fuzzy feeling bloomed in your chest, slowly and gently crawling all the way to your cheeks. Your lips were stretched into an adoring smile. It was all because of him, no doubt.

Leon had returned from a mission, a week ago by now, and you just couldn't stop looking at him. Admiring the view, if you will. Hunnigan and yourself had planned your asses off trying to get him a month off of work. He needed a break, in all honesty. Not that he would ever admit that, let alone ask for one. Apparently, he didn't notice how the bags under his eyes would darken, how his movements became sluggish and clumsy or how he would shoot awake from nightmares every other night.

Maybe he did notice, and he just ignored it. Hoped to wish it all away, think it out if existence if he tried hard enough. He didn't know his limits. You'd think someone in his field would, but he didn't. But you noticed. And it broke your heart every single time to see him become a shell of the man you loved. All because he never took a break, in fear of seeming weak. Utter nonsense.

So, you'd arranged for him to not be bothered by work. Not a text, a call, whatever it was, it was put on hold for now. He needed some time for himself. For you. It wasn't healthy, being in a constant state of fear, stress and adrenaline. A constant state of survival. He didn't need to do that when he was with you.

You wished he would quit that damn job of his, sometimes. It was eating at him, breaking from the inside out, albeit so slowly he had yet to notice. You would have that talk with him another time, for now this was all you could do. And you would do it gladly. Pamper and spoil him to his hearts content. Although it was more to yours, truly.

You watched him move from the bathroom, just having gotten ready for bed, to the dresser in your shared bedroom. His pajama pants sat so nicely on his hips, hugging his thighs and ass perfectly. Your gaze wandered farther upwards, to his exposed back.

He was rummaging through a drawer for one of his shirts, you'd stolen a plethora of them but always made sure to return them to their rightful place. You watched as the muscles in his back flexed and tensed in various ways as he dug around for the piece of clothing.

"What're you looking for, Baby?" You called softly from your place on the bed. His rummaging didn't stop as he leaned further into the drawer. "My Linkin Park shirt.." he mumbled. You could practically hear the way his brows were scrunched together and the slight frown that sat on his lips. "Bottom left corner."

He stopped, but then followed your instructions and, sure enough, with one reach of his hand he had found what he was looking for. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He felt the fabric, it was soft. It didn't feel like it was freshly washed, though.

You'd probably worn it a couple of times before he came home. He liked it when you did that. The shirts wouldn't be as stiff and scratchy, they'd be soft on his skin, accompanied by your smell. Your perfume, your shampoo, your body wash, he loved it. It comforted him, made him feel safe.

Leon sat down on the edge of the bed, shirt in hand. Your eyes fell to his bare back again. He was so incredibly beautiful, what a shame he didn't know it. A butterfly can't see its own pretty wings, after all. You crawled over the bed, settling behind him on your knees. His head was slightly leaned forward, he was probably checking his phone. Another habit you'd yet to somehow get out of him. Checking his phone for texts or calls from work in precisely timed intervals didn't really help your cause of trying to get him out if his work life for once.

You watched the relaxed muscles in his back, the soft and perfect skin being decorated by a multitude of moles and faint scars. Reaching out, you gently ran your fingertips across them. They told so many stories, his stories, and you loved each and every one. Leon sighed as he lightly leaned into your touch. Your hands moved along his shoulder blades, over the back of his neck, down his shoulders and across his upper arms before they settled on his waist. "I love your back.." you muttered, starting to place gentle kisses everywhere you could. He stiffened for just a second before fully melting into you.

The grip on his phone loosened, slipping out of his hand and clattering to the floor. "I love every scar, every mole, all of it." You continued between kisses. You trailed your declarations of love upwards, all the way to his neck before peppering kisses over the skin there, too. Leon sighed and let his head tip to one side, giving you even more of a canvas to paint your work of art on.

Your hands now snaked from his waist to his stomach, wrapping your arms around him. "I love you." You whispered with a final kiss, pressing your face between his shoulder blades. "I love you too, sweetheart." He replied softly, caressing your hands that were splayed on his stomach. "You gonna let me put my shirt on?" He asked, an amused tone to his voice. You let out a displeased grumble, tightening your grip on him. "Fine.." you mumbled, quickly placing some more kisses on his back before pulling away.

The chaste touches of your soft lips made a shiver run down his spine. It felt so good to finally be back with you. And three more weeks of this? God, how did he even get a whole month off? He was excited to spend so much time with you. The first week, you had spent in bed all day, ordering take out when needed and cuddling. The second week, you'd meet some family and friends, maybe go on a cute date or two. The third week would be spent in a luxurious hotel by the beach.

He couldn't wait for that. It's been God knows how long since he'd been to the beach. The last week, you'd spend in bed all day, again, enjoying each other's company and warm embrace. He really could get used to this.

Leon pulled the shirt over his head, to your dismay, covering his sculpted body. You scooched back on the bed, laying down so he could rest on your chest. "C'mon, Lee." You smiled at him softly, motioning for him to join you in the paradise that was your soft pillows.

He didn't decline, of course, and promptly crawled over to you before laying on top of you. It was the perfect position for the two of you. Leon could use your plush boobs as his personal pillow, breathing in your scent while also holding you.

You, on the other hand, had the comfort of his weight on top of you and you had free access to his back, caressing and gently tracing patters on it as you pleased. He let out a content sigh once he'd settled in, perfectly fitting on top of you.

You pressed a kiss to his blonde locks, gently running your fingers through them before they found their way back to his back. "What was that supposed to be?" He muttered against your chest. A soft chuckle left you. "Your good night kiss, love."

"That won't do." Leon grunted, getting up on his elbows to place a loving kiss on your lips. You sighed into the kiss, gently grabbing his face. He pulled away and smiled at you drowsily, adding, "That's better." before moving back to his former place on your chest. "Okay, good." You replied softly, smiling down at him as you, too, could feel sleep getting to you.

"I love you so much, Baby." He slurred, nuzzling closer to your warm body. "I love you so much too, Honey." You sighed, relaxing against him. Would you wake up like this? Probably not. The pair of you were quite the turners at night. You'd probably change from this position to one on your sides, your arms wrapped around eachother while your face was pressed into his back, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

Leon would probably pull you into his arms at one point in the night. You would wake up with your arms wrapped around one another, facing eachother, lips almost touching as his warm breath fanned over your face. He would pull you from your slumber with hungry kisses, pressing his lips wherever they could reach. Every bit of exposed skin would get the gentle touch of his lips as he trailed them down your body.

Looks like it would be a breakfast in bed kind of day.

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I just want to love him :(

[lee-aveyourmark]

embraces with vernon!

∘.∙°. masterlist

can i just start off by saying that i do not see physical touch as being vernon's love language at aLL, and i think vernon is aware of that himself :'))

so lovey-dovey physical displays of affection only happen when he is certain that you two are alone

normally, you can tell he is being most affectionate when his face is buried in your neck while the two of you are basking in the warmth of just waking up from a nap

laughs into your skin when you make dumb dad jokes

he likes it when you stroke the back of his ears and the nape of his neck repeatedly as if he's part cat

also, i feel like this dude would find a secret handshake more endearing than a minute-long hug

his eyes would never fail to light up as your hands make contact, going through the sequence that you two have memorised so well you could probably execute it perfectly blindfolded

pulls you into a hug that lasts for a few seconds with him rocking you from foot to foot

when other members are around, he'll usually just press his side into yours to signal that you have his attention

will go as far as to sling an arm around your shoulders when he notices that you're cold or when he's oddly proud of some defensive argument or another cheesy joke you make towards someone else

literal heart eyes when you playfully bite back at hoshi for teasing the living daylights of your relationship uwu

sorry, it seems like i'm characterising you as someone who cannot make very high-quality jokes but i can assure you that vernon would thoroughly enjoy such content

sometimes, when there's a bit too much liquid courage in his system, he'll stuff your hands into the pockets of his jacket or he'll slip his hand into the back pocket of your bottoms before proceeding to murmur drunkenly about how fuzzy and nice you make him feel all the time

"i really appreciate how you can tell what i'm thinking just by my facial expression and how you're not afraid to stand up to the older members and how you always pat me to slee-"

dr seungkwan slapping a hand over his mouth and another over his forehead to diagnose his best friend

"okay, come collect your man pls bc i think he's gone"

blushes like bashful in rose headlights when you place a soft loving kiss on his cheek out of pure adoration over his drunken confession

[matchamorphosis]

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍

summary: Officially married, you and your husband start your honeymoon in Paris. The first night you arrive in the city of love, you are invited to watch the Russian ballet.

pairing: 40s!steve rogers × [black//woc]fem!reader

warnings: + 18 nsft || eating out. dirty talk. steve speaks french. implications and hints to sex, mentions of sex, honeymoon stage so they’re very lovey dovey. petnames: “ballerina, dear, darling”. BUCKY IS ALIVE AND HAPPY. happy crying. classism. poverty mention. death mention. war mention. word count: 8K

song prompts: the swan lake soundtrack ⟶ here 

contents: m.masterlist. my taglist. library acc.

The diamond street lights of Paris flood the night, capturing your irises.

People in fine silks and velvet tailored in their suits and dresses walk up the carved stairway of the grand cathedral like theater. Many continue walking through the cement sidewalks powdered in snow and laced in ice.

It’s ancient white stone is also powdered in snow and ice sheets reflect beautifully against the golden street lamps and the silver of the moon. Such an ethereal scene makes you more breathless then the lips of your lover at your neck.

Steven Grant Rogers, after having drunken a bit too much of the complimentary rose bottles of whispering angel the service provided was getting hands with you. Although, you indeed feel the choir of winged and halo’d beings gracing you.

Blessing you with your lovers roaming fingers meeting your warm skin as the polished charcoal Bentley drives through the alabaster stone of pont au change. A gasp slips from your mahogany painted lips when Stevens teeth bite your skin and begin to suck down on it.

“How are you feeling, ballerina?” Steven rasps into your neck, knowing you he knows that you get anxious about particular large events like this.

  Your eyes are captured by the crashing silvery blue water below the motioning vehicle, glistening in a magical gloss that eases your worries a bit.

“I’m afraid i’ll make a fool of myself. I’ve never been to something like this before.” your voice is small and shaded in worry, Steve’s eyes soften in understanding, for he himself hasn’t been to anything like this before.

This is a dream, a dream they themselves who grew up sneaking into theaters and Broadway plays would never think of being apart of. Steve holds your gloved hand in the warmth of his, and you squeeze it as the car passes from view.

“Making a fool of yourself isn’t possible in my book, sweetheart. Everyone will love you, if you get to anxious I’ll hold you close. I’m here as your husband and your best friend, I’ll never let you worry about humiliating yourself.” Steve whispers as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

Kissing him back just as sweetly, you both sit and hold each other as your eyes follow the glowing outline of the theatre. Your rushing mind racing to see it with your very eyes, such excitement pulls your sweet bottom lip between your teeth out of giddy delight.

Steven seems to go back to kissing your neck, though your focus on the nearing buildings draw out of focus. “Steven! Dear, don’t bite to hard. People will notice the marks when I take my coat off.” your hushed remarks are only responded by his low laugh.

“Someone needs to know that I take great care of you, ballerina. I take a great joy in having you as my wife.” Steven whispers and still playfully biting the skin that’s hidden under the pearl necklaces that adorn your neck.

It’s quick to arrive at the napoleonic bridge that acted as a pearly fortress to the west water bank, your heart chambers thrum and vibrate at a pair of lips and fingers.

“And I take great joy in being your wife, darling.” your whisper encourages more raspberry liquor kisses to paint your neck.

The rosy aurora of your words dripping in adoration has a spellbinding effect on your husband, maybe it’s the underlying fact that the two of you are starting off the first day of your honeymoon. Steven cannot keep his hands and lips of your body, his large hands charm the smooth skin the slit of your dress gave him access to.

A hand cups his face, drowning in each other’s glances gifting a warm homage to each other as Stevens fingers wander up your thighs. “Spread your legs ballerina, lay in my arms and let me take care of you.” your blond beau whispers in your ears dangling with diamond cuts.

You hope your chauffeur cannot hear him and you hope he doesn’t hear the way you shuffle back against Stevens chest as his fingers stroke your panty clad pussy.

“Vous êtes une, ballerine. Tellement humide, pourquoi ne m'avez-vous pas dit que vous aviez besoin de mes doigts?” — you’re so wet, ballerina. why didn’t you tell me you needed my fingers?

A moan escapes your lips, softly pleading for his fingers to slip under the waistline of the silk panties and not play with the lace that covers your clothes.

“As-tu besoin de mes doigts ? Ou avez-vous besoin de ma langue ? Dis-moi ballerine, c'est mon devoir de te plaire.” — do you need my fingers? Or do you need my tongue? tell me, ballerina. it’s my job to please you.

Steve makes you beg as his teeth lightly play with the dangling diamonds that hang from your lobe then to the outline of your ear. His nose nuzzling into your newly done hair that took you hours to curl in the space of your hotel room vanity.

“Please Steven, I need your fingers and tongue. Please dear I need you.” oh how you made him weak, those words have him on his knees as his grasp spread your thighs.

“Bien sûr, ma ballerine. Laissez-moi prendre soin de vous, vous êtes tous les mines ce soir.” — of course, my ballerina. Let me take care of you, i’m yours tonight and forever.

Those words swim in your ears and they hitch your breath when Steven moves the lace and rubs your clit. The golden locks of his hair so prefectly combed are traced in between your fingers as he swoops his lips to gift your wet pussy an even wetter smooch.

“I’m yours tonight and forever.” you breathlessly whisper, trying your hardest to not moan loudly or whimper as his finger pumps into your warmth.

Oh, your Steven truly is a gentleman. Even if his carnal lust that’s hidden under his boyish chivalry of polite and soft mannerisms, Steve would always pleasure you no matter the circumstance. He smirks as he licks your clit till you tremble, loving the tiny sounds that slip from your lips like silk.

 Observers and strangers would call it too much or unrestrained, this affair of lovesickness that is devotedly spoken and acted upon with fiery passion. Although, no matter what you called it, it wouldn’t matter to the cosmic lovers. 

 Doesn’t matter to Steven as he sucks onto your puckered hole leaking and clenching on nothing but his two fingers that bare his golden ring of marriage. It doesn’t matter to you as you spill your pleasure into his tongue, and lick it off his fingers after being handed a breathless kiss.

 Your fingers comb through his hair and his hands pull you into his lap, “Can I return the favor, darling? I hate to let you socialize with something in your pants distracting you.” you smirk against his lips and he playfully gives your bum a smack, making you both laugh. 

  What can two lovers, newly married at that, do when they desire and wish to feel each other's unconditional love? Well, they do just that.

“Don’t you worry about me tonight. I have a surprise waiting for you by the end of the night.” he speaks and smiles with the way your eyes shine.

Steven helps you apply your lipstick back on and you clean your fuchsia kisses from his moonlight skin. You both know that you could not risk opening the car door to the flashes of photographers and their cameras at you both. Capturing your sex craved bodies and lust blown faces as your lipstick kisses cover his face and neck and traces of it and a particular shiny dew gloss on his mouth.

The newspapers would indeed have something to put on their covers but of course you two had to stay positively mannered in public. You two cannot risk any bad publicity, especially when you two were on your way to an event of ballerinas dancing for charity.

Once done with taking care of your appearance and Stevens, you couldn’t believe your eyes when you turned your head to the side window. Your eyes immediately fluttering wide as they finally meet sight of the theatre you only saw in newspaper clippings tucked away in a ratty scrapbook and textbooks of your childhood.

Steven smiles, kisses your temple because he knows you’ve been infatuated with the fine art and sport of ballet since he was a boy and saw a girl twirling on the brownstone porch of their apartment. Promising her that when he married her he’ll take her to see the ballerinas, mind you both were ten and childhood friendship is stronger than any war that would soon separate you both apart.

 There stood the Théâtre du Châtelet. An opera house near a grand palace that was built in the prime of France's youth.

  Even in the heavy winter of swirling winds and powdered snow, the grand theatre looked more ethereal and magical than any picture in any book. The beauty making you take Stevens hand and squeeze it tight.

“It’s so gorgeous, I can’t believe we’re going to see the ballet! Thank you Stevie, you remembered our little promise.” you giggle and your excitement makes a wide smile spread on your husband lips.

“What kind of best friend would I be if I forgot my promise? You’re my wife now, my promise is my word. I would give you all the treasures in the world, ballerina.” tears flood your eyes and you hold his face closer, your nose rubbing against his.

“And I would give you all the love and splendors your heart asks for Steven. I love you, I love you so much Stevie.” your little airy breaks in your voice touch his heart, just as much as it touches your heart when Steven kisses your tears away.

The window separating you and Steven to the driver winders down, “Nous sommes arrivés, capitaine,”— we’ve finally arrived, captain.

That announcement from the chauffeur and the soft purring from the vehicle coming to a soft stop make you pull your coat of thick faux furs over your bare shoulders. A childlike glee coasting through you, sure there is fear and worry but the excitement of seeing the ballet clouds it.

 Steven quickly gives you a kiss, a little shining star twinkling in lovestruck wonder. “Merci Pierre. Mais Steven ferait très bien, je vous l'assure.” — Thank you, Pierre. But Steven will do just fine, I assure you.

Steven responds and he takes his dress hat over his golden hair and opens his car door, not waiting for Pierre to do that job. For Steven was flattered at the attention and appreciation he received when becoming Captain America, he was still happy to do those little pleasures.

Something as simple as opening a door, refilling his glass and even escorting his wife were absolute pleasures and no tiring attributes that were absolutely not expected by someone else to do for him.

“J'espère que vous apprécierez tous les deux le spectacle, Monsieur et Madame rogers!” — I hope you both enjoy the show, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers!

Pierre exclaims before Steven waves a goodnight and steps out into the slightly crowded yet lively snow sprinkled street. 

 “Merci beaucoup, Pierre,” — Thank you very much, Pierre.

You smile, using the little lessons of French Steven taught you when he was in between your legs in your use. The door opens, and to your surprise and worry it isn’t your Stevie who opens it but a doorman. 

  Steven smiles to the crowd of people behind him before glancing down at you, the cold weather of France’s January takes a hold of your body. The invitation of snowflakes entering the toasty Bentley and onto the pearly cashmere tights that wrap your feet and legs.

Bundling up tighter, you giggle at the cold and your smiling husband lightly chuckles along. The white flashes of cameras are in the distance and peak behind Steven’s figure.

  A swirled rush of snowy wind wraps your body when the door opens wider and Steven is quick to take your extended swarovski gloved hand into his. With the gentle pull, your legs leave the comfort of the black vehicle, your low heels hitting the concrete of the sidewalk feet away from the theatres entrance.

Rising up, Steven wraps his arm around your waist. Allowing the doorman to handle the parking with Pierre, Steven guides you through the wide stanchion path with a locked hand hold. Behind the red velvet roped posts stands bustling paparazzi and cheering fans that crowd the avenue with questions, praises and cheers.

Both you and Steven smile and wave for the flashing cameras, happy to give handshakes and hugs to the wide eyed children, woman and elderly as he leads you to the entrance. 

  News of Captain America and The Howling Commandos Messenger arriving at the theatre are the cause of this lively interaction. You stare in awe as other singers, actors and actresses and celebrities arrive. Whispering to Steven your awe that makes him smile wider and heart fool of how much you enjoy this little present.

The praetorians stutter on his welcome when Steven spoke his name, the theatres pamphlet and the invitation in his hands as he passes it to the warden who ecstatically takes it with an admirable smile.

"Capitaine d'amérique! Le capitaine amerique! Bienvenue!” — Captain America! It’s Captain America! Welcome!

  “Oh, Captain America rien. C'est juste Steve, bienvenue à ma femme! C'est le diamant que la France n'a jamais vu.” — oh Captain America, nothing. Call me Steve, and welcome my wife! She’s the diamond France has never seen.

Steven lightly response with a laugh that makes the two gentlemen burst in laughter. “Of course Of course! Welcome to the Théâtre du Châtelet Y/n L/n Rogers.” the partier introduces as you thank him.

 Walking through the wide entrance of the doormen holding the theatre doors open for you, Steven’s arm around your waist tightens as you two set foot inside the large venue.

   You couldn’t believe your eyes at the sight, if the theatre looked grand on the outside it was a prestige chef d'oeuvre of architecture and craftsmanship on the inside. Wide rows of ivory columns frame the opulent space into divided sections, the arbor windows sparkle in their molded stone outlines. Glimmering chandeliers glowing honey like light, they shine below the marble titles covered in carnelian carpet.

Excitement radiates off of each guest, filling the space of walking bodies and nonstop chatter of the theatre with an ecstatic commotion. Each passing person, pairs or groups reaching from political ambassadors to famous singers congratulate you and Steven on your marriage. 

  Striking up conversations in French mixed with the hint of English here and there to you and Steven on numerous topics. From any future plans that your marriage that made him look down at you in adoration to current issues that he was eager to lend a listening ear and give his input.

Or even complimentary praises towards you both that Steven was too bashful and humble to receive and you flattered but graciously thanked anyway.

Although, to both your individual dismay, the more you and him walked through the pillars and stared up at the glorious painted ceilings of archangels and cherubs, the more sultry stares and flirtatious remarks became common.

 Since the inside of the theatre was more toasty and warm than the Bentley you and Steven thought it best to disregard the outside wear. Taking off his hat with his coat, Steve assisted you in disregarding your thick fur coat.

Those articles of clothing taken away to be tucked in a coat closet by porters in white dickey tuxedos, leaving your shoulders bare and the lavish pink silk dress you decided to wear for the night on full display for all enchanted and envious eyes to see. 

 The pink satin gown envelopes the curves of your body, shiny and flowy as the gold l band that decorates your husbands hand. It’s sweet and tender as the kiss that he presses onto your lips when he notices a bit too many male glances towards your way.

A sharp notice of your rich skin showing as the skit in your dress reveals your calf’s. A bit scandalous but not too scandalous for the French who will not know it will end in delicate lace of your garter belts and panties.

 That little fact is a little secret you keep hush hush, even with your husband who’s trying to figure out the glint of mischief in your irises. Although. he knows he can always persuade the clandestine bit out of you when he’s alone with that dress.

 An amusing story about the dress was that it was a gift from Steven the first night you and him arrived in Paris. Figuring you’d wear it when you and him would have a private dinner out but you’re instead wearing it in front of hundreds of political pedigrees and royal blooded entities.

Steven, he doesn’t mind one bit, you never grew up with the riches of fine silks, pearls or gems your body now bares and neither did he. Both of you being born in poor struggling families in the cold streets of Brooklyn.

It was harder back then keeping up with rent and getting food on the tables for both your families and even harder during the war when he sneaked off to the battlefield and you shipped to help care for injured soldiers in France.

 Of course, the two of you were getting used to the stares and flirtations but not quite. Steven was used to men flirting with you in front of him before the serum and you were used to women flirting with him afterwards when he came home from the war. But still, there wouldn’t always be no sign of jealousy or anger. 

In this case, it’s rather amusing. 

 Smirking to him from across the room as crowds of eager French actors, singers and aristocrats circle your insatiable figure. Desperately reciting broken English poems to sweet talk your married heart. Sultry, lust laced eyes latching onto the visible strips of skin the dress accessed, from your bare shoulder to the bare skin of your thighs when the dress moved accordingly.

Taking in the sweet aroma of you when you walked past them, lightly answering to their conversations and compliments with the subtle French Steven taught you when he was in between your legs devouring your fountain of youth. 

  Only your husband, Steven Grant Rogers; knows how to make you melt into a stuttering mess. 

  These dashing young men with their burning thick cigars and glasses of pink champagne couldn’t uphold an ounce of your interest, cannot make you feel the ichor of the galaxies your hushes could.

  Speaking of your husband— he’s smirking back right at you when the many young women ranging from elite models to foreign princesses wander their blue blood hands over his dress suit.

Trying to steer him away from you and personally speak to him but all their conversations seem to jumble into each other in an incoherent mess. They even attempt to feel the muscle beneath his uniform that you perfectly memorized from being underneath and atop him for nights on end.

In the moment, you crave you him to sweep you away. Take you to a golden framed room and slam you against the wall and smash his lips to yours, you’re both absent-mindingly thinking of it. 

 Until your time of fun comes to a pleasant end when your paths cross, Steven taking your arm in his and the followers and admirers behind the two of you stand and stare. Joining the numbers of people walking up the stairs to get to the second story auditorium of the theater, you seemed to make everyone stop in their tracks.

Your heels glued to the floor as they stare at you walking up each Oriental rug step of the stairs. 

 Men with their backs against the carved marble railing coming to attention when you pass them and women taking note of your posture and grace. The beauty of everything seemed to surround you, a inhabitant you seemed to feel in the baroque staircase rising and closer that you can touch the extended winged angels fingertips that are painted in detail onto the ceiling. 

  As if you didn’t belong amongst the mortals, a descendant of Aphrodite situated on a devoted pedestal of riches and followers. In a unspoken manner, you proclaim the theatre as yours.

Steven couldn’t believe the magical effect you had as he runs up to you and holds your waist, holds you hand and guide you and him into your private theater box. Shutting the door shut behind you, and now with the two of you being alone Steven takes your body into his arms.

“See ballerina? I told you would enchant everyone.” Steve smirks and he bundles the layers of pearl satin in his hold, your pink silk opera gloved arms wrap around his neck. 

  “Oh, how you flatter me, darling. I’m sure you must have the hearts of many woman tonight. I’m not the only one who stopped people in their step.” you giggle, as he twirls you around in his arms.

“That may be but my heart will belong to one woman. And I will flatter her every second I can share with her.” Steven kisses butter your mouth as he does with your heart.

   He drops you down on a small plush antique, holding his collar of his Italian fabricated button down closer as you kiss him with a fervor. Both you laughing bodies and scrunched faces strung in contentment entrance a painted portrait of love, more valuable and dear than the rococo ones that are hanged on the walls.

  What drives your attention away from the kisses is the thick curtain near your sitting bodies, behind it you know reveals the domed balcony that overlooks the open theater. It signals Steven where and what you’re staring at, the curtain captivating your eyes and your curiosity has your blond beau grinning.

Ever since you were young you wanted to travel to Paris, wanted to attend as an audience member and marvel at the glorious, sophisticated and wondrous ballerinas. Of course you wanted to be one but with a past and history of yours many things stood in your way, but oh your dream is now sitting outside that curtain.

waiting for you. 

 The thrill fills your body, jumbles and encases each atom and laces within each breath you take in and exhale. It’s making you just as nervous though, your hands tighten in Steven’s hold as they slide up to cup his cheek for protection.

“Something upsetting you, my ballerina?” your eyes gloss from the curtain to Steven, you can’t exactly answer but you can’t exactly put your finger down on what’s troubling you. 

 Those nerves melt away when Steven stands up, twirling you around making your eyes crinkle in joy and a squeal erupt from you as he twirls you faster. Nightingale eyes twining with yours as the room around you becomes a blurry swirl, carrying you just as he did when the two of you both stepped out of the chapel and into the awaiting Royce awaiting for you both.

you and your Steven were married now, no longer playing pretend in your patched clothes and worn out shoes. 

“I think I’m ready now.” You whisper and the spinning stops, Stevie kisses your temple.

“I’m happy to hear. C’mon, let’s take our seats.” he responds and moves the velvet curtain, settling you into your seat on the little balcony as he takes his. You lean over and press a kiss to his lips, not caring about your lipstick anymore.

Clashing background music of the guests hundreds of feet below you, a few feet besides you and above you outside of the curtain as they take their velvet red seats. The faint rustling of the orchestra setting up and starting their repercussion silences the guests and it makes you separate your lips from Steven’s.

 Completely in awe overlooking the small bodies underneath you, the large strings and waterfall of glowing diamonds attached to the colossal glittering chandelier lighting the velvet darkness. Highlighting the painted figures of cherubs, archangels, thorned roses and Virgin Marys painted in shades of powdered blue, crimson cardinal and alabaster silver.

Steven could stare at your astonished eyes and taken breath casted away forever. You gesture to the stare the ballerinas in their elegant silver laced corsets and ruffled snowy feathered tutus.

The play starts and Steven takes your hand in his. Yours squeezing his warmth on the occasion by the climaxing ballet in front of you, nestling closer into the Victorian velvet piece of the seat. His wife’s eyes glossed with the unfortunate tragedy being described in arched pirouettes, swayed arabesques and eminent grande jetés. 

  The ballet was difficult to not cry over because how tragic is the story of a lover confessing his pure of heart love to the wrong girl. A little sniffle escapes from you when the Swan Princess collapsed onto the lake of martyr tears, broken silver wings bruised and torn as her heart. 

  Steven takes the moment as an opportunity to lean his chair closer to yours and squeeze your hand, pulling you closer to his comfort. It was so easy to be tucked away in the emotions gliding effortlessly on the primadonna’s face and bodily sways. Making you grip Steven’s hand tighter when the music numbers dramatically heightened. 

 Both your attention clashing on the swans, the prince and finally the prima ballerina when she shifts from her moonlight vow of Odette to the starstruck trickery of Odile. Putting the prince under her spell with each of the thirty two fouettés, graceful twirls, midnight plié’s and audacious tor en’laires.

Dramatizing and pronouncing the devastations of love and highlighting the heart-rending confusions of blind devotion that marks the story of Swan Lake. 

 The ache encompassing ones benevolence when forgiveness graces them both calms your plummeting heartbeats. And oh how your tears fell like glass ornaments when loyal Prince Siegfried declared his love for Odette. Declared to rather die by drowning in the lake of tears and swan feathers than marry the sorcerer's son, Odile.

The heightened violins make your heart jump in your throat, bringing more tears in your eyes when precious Odette’s loyal prince took her by the hand and guided her to the lake. Jumping into the water where they both drowned, their bodies in their heavenly spiritual form creeping up to the heavens and the swans that have turned back human dance around their bodies. 

 Steven brings his warm hands to your face, brushing away your tears with the swipes of his thumbs but as they are erased more replace them. Your heart hammers in his chest, he leans his head closer to your face and kisses the tears that trace down your cheeks.

“It’s okay ballerina, it’s just a play. It’s only a play.” Stevie whispers the affirmation into your ear, reminding you of the ending to the tale you know by heart but you seem to be swept into that world of heartbreak.

 It won’t stop your tears but it doesn’t stop Steven from sweeping you away from the balcony. Your body tucked in his strong arms, your head lays in the crook of his neck but it lifts up when he enters the room.

“Are we going to leave?” your voice bubbles, the crowd of paparazzi and flashing cameras might be waiting for the both of you yet you’re confused when he continues to roam the room. 

“No we aren’t, not yet. I still need to show you my surprise.” Steven smiles a schoolboy smile filled with boyish charm, his hand grasping onto a lamp alcoves into the wall.

With a twist of it, your eyes glisten in astonishment when Steven reveals to you the hidden door tucked away. The golden frame against the white molded walls makes you look up at your husband, your wide eyes that were once riddled in tears are crystal clear and filled with curiosity.

Absolutely having no idea of knowing this little detail yet your husband does, opening the door with the simplest of ease and confidence and it reveals a pitch black hallway.

 “Do you wanna see something magical?” Steven whispers, your brows scrunch in confusion and you’ll look behind your shoulder to the balcony were the ballet still commences.

 The music continues to play, the last dramatic music number filling the air and your mind but you look back at your husband, your dearest Stevie. 

 “I’ll follow you to the end of the earths, Steven. Anywhere is magical with you.” you don’t expect your lovers eyes to swell up and you melt with the feverish kiss that graces your lips. 

 Glancing through the secret corridor, you begin to notice how furnished it is and the sight of burning candles lighting a path. A sense of adventure makes your atoms and nerves shake and vibrate a heavenly glow. It could be the champagne taking its toll on you and it could be the dizzy effects of the ballet where you witnessed the deaths of two lovers. 

 It could be any of those things, but the love that radiates both your bodies seems to have a mind of its own. 

 Taking your husbands hand in yours tightly, you both begin to take your first steps through the secret corridor. The smell of dust and the faint scent of vanilla and coffee grounds fills your nostrils but you take comfort in Steven’s cologne. 

Shyly hiding your figure behind his large frame, your interlocked hold tightens every few passing seconds and your fear riddled face brushes softly against the fabric of his sides. Darkness encases your body, if you were to put a single arm up you wouldn’t be able to see the shininess of your gloved hand and the jewels on your fingers.

“It’s not that scary, ballerina.” Steven tries to convince you.

The corridor is so pitch black you couldn’t even see Steven’s face, not the clarity blue of his eyes and not the strong sharpness of his jaw. The dark took away the gift of sight and with it all the beauty and comfort, you were scared of the dark. 

  Not just the dark sinister abyss that bared all unpredictable outcomes and sudden life hindering tragedies but you feared going through dark times. How unfortunate and dark both your pasts were, you found no comfort in it since only misery and struggles were befallen.

Steven was your beacon, your holy golden beacon guiding you through the rigid twists and turns of a stone labyrinth riddled with monsters of disease, poverty and death. Steven was your hero then and he is your hero now.

 Here he stands holding you close to him, a shining knight sworn to protect you and slay any terror that comes across your path. The fact comforts you along with his hushed whispers of encouragement, “We’re almost there. I’m right here, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” you two continue walking, the melting candles in scones glowing in burning shades of lemon and tangerine.

“Can I get a hint on what my surprise is?” you ask, beginning to feel reassured that no danger is to befall on the two of you.

They light a way for the both of you and Steven leads you through the seemingly endless hallway like it’s second nature. The only things you could see were the ancient dust covered portraits and mirrors in ancient gold frames that aligned the walls.

“No can do, ballerina. And no cheating with kisses, it won’t work.” Steven says and you pout, the soft pink satin of your heels and the shininess of Steven’s loafers step on the stained carpet as you both took your careful steps.

“Can I at least get an idea on what it is?” you press on and Steven chuckles, without sight, it only left you to find reassurance with the other helpful scences.

“That’s still a no sweetheart. I keep forgetting how persistent you are when you’re impatient.” he smiles and laughs when you give his shoulder a slap.

“You should know mister, you married me for heavens sake.” you smile, his touch bonding you two together into a parted heart mold.

“And I don’t regret that decision. No matter how impatient and bratty you could be.” your dearest husband speaks as he rubs soft circles onto your back and his pulls to your body bringing you closer and closer.

“And I don’t regret saying no to you when you asked me to marry you. Sure I was scared of becoming a wife but you have a gift of taking it all away.” you speak, leaning your head against his bicep, your arm hooked with his and your thumb tracing his in expedition. 

“And the sex was fucking good that night to.” you both speak in sync, speechless yet laughing at the fact you both were thinking the same thing.

A sudden serenade of loud chatter shakes the hidden hallway. It makes you jump and your body tremble against his body, thoughts of ghosts and possible spirits haunting the hall clash is a possibility in your mind.

“Steven.” you whisper his name, the fear alerting Steven and the little whimper pulling at his heart strings.

Halting to hold you, he starts to question if you both should turn back and if the surprise isn’t worth it but he knows how these fears result in memorable happy memories when you break through. How proud you are of yourself, Steven adores it when you break a limit centered around your fears and anxieties. 

 Steven pulls you close his chest, “Sweetheart, we’re right underneath the hallway of reporters. It’s no Phantom of The Opera I promise you.” his reasonings easily diminish the fears that your mind easily conjures up.

Nodding your head into into his collarbones as you both still listen to the faint arguments in French, “They’re arguing why they still haven’t gotten a picture for you to feature in the paper.” Steven smirks when you bashfully smile, loving that he’s making his wife a little celebrity.

 It calms you a bit but what makes you at ease are the tender kisses Steven presses against the temple of your head and knuckles. Pursuing to guide you through the dimly lit hallway with the advancement of his vision, his body heat another given comfort you lean against.

“I love you Steven, I love you more than I can say and explain. I love you so much.” you whisper into his ear, with more steps and the darkness becoming less lifeless.

“I’m in love you with you Y/n L/n, you’ll always be my girl.” The beauty within those words astounded you, it makes you question your fear, bringing you to a soft realization that conflicts it.

Back then, when you were just a struggling young woman providing and working hard for your family, you were in the dark. The scary pitch black dark that made you cry yourself to sleep every night, tired of working every muscle and ounce of energy in your body to just lead you to the same spot you were working on leaving.

Steven was always so inspired of how strong you were and impressed with how you hid your tears behind closed doors. But he managed to open your shell and there revealed your glimmering pearl.

Steven swore then and still swears now— that your heart, your soul, your mind was the brightest than any diamond.

 The brightest beam that lite up the dark of New York, eyes wondered your waking hour and marveled at how you were a sparkling star in the cluttered rubble of Brooklyn. You two were kids living on the dark side of the American dream, not knowing how you would be the image of a dynasty once you two got out. 

 you were his beacon, just as he was yours

 The conclusion creates a shift in your body and the separation Steven feels of your body leaving away from his takes him by pleasant surprise. Observing your behavior in your facial features and body, you take more steps and with each step you seem to become more confident and effortless.

A smile graces your face when you extend your arms and twirl around, beautiful song like laughs adorn the hall. Making protective Steven chuckle and crack a smile when you start to run through the corridor.

“Bet I can beat you to my surprise.” the childish challenge declared with a cheeky wink makes a childlike smirk cross his lips and a brow lifting upwards and he scoffs when you race away.

“I highly doubt that!” Steven chases after you, laughter breaking through his chest as he begins to rush to keep up with your giggling figure, twirling in the soft darkness.

As much as he wants to stay near you side by side he stays behind you, not because you are too fast but because you seem to fall once again within your world of enchantment. Falling in the position of an observer, what he was witnessing was more magical than any surprise he had in store for you. 

 Golden yellow scones starred the color of your irises as your body loosen and your fears began to be casted so far away to reach you. The only thing that can reach you is the glowing tender candlelight that surrounded you, the dark paradise that wasn’t so dark at all as you danced your fears away.

Even your heels being forgotten behind you when the littler ballerina in you engulfed your thoughts and actions, Steven just continues to smile as he picks them up. Marveling at you as if he’s in a dream and he’d wake up in his cold bed in Brooklyn but he’s looking at you just as Prince Siegfried set sights on Odette for the first time.

When she transformed from the graceful swan to the beautiful women he died with. Steven remembers the vows he spoke so tenderly to you at the grand chapel and how you repeated them back to him with the same blooming love in your voice. 

—and just like Odette and Prince Siegfried, you and him were destined to become one and hopefully battle any darkness threatened to break your love. Maybe not with perishing you both in a lake of tears but with the blind care free steps your twirls and skipping steps take you through.

 To be young and in love. To have a ring on both your hands to mark your promise. To have an absent minded soul telling you his every divine thought of you. 

 Steven drinks in your face in the candlelight, takes in this divine memory for when he’s old and fragile like the dusted portraits on the walls. Savoring this memory and ingrain each detail like the colors of his pallet, each second in his mind as he strokes his brush against the canvas.

He’s more than likely to sketch this moment later in the pages of his sketchbook but you two are nearing the outskirts of the theater, getting nearer to his surprise. The air getting colder fills your chests, Steven takes his dress coat and wraps your bare shoulders in it.

The warmth and scent of him enveloping your body, making you feel soft and melty like a bittersweet chocolate bar in the steaming pink cups of mocha you sip each morning on the hotel balcony. Your interlocked hands stronger than ever, you can tell you are coming near to his surprise when he takes a step ahead of you. 

“Is this it Stevie?” you say, a door is finally within view, making your body cease from its fae nature. Slightly panting and giggling, your body cold but raging in a crackling fireplace pitting at your belly as you examine the end of the corridor. Candles burn brightly at the sides of the door frames, ancient wood and copper brasses keeping it intact.

Steven looks over at you and with a eager smile, tightening his hold on you before pressing a kiss to the space between your brows.

 “Are you ready for the surprise, ballerina?” Steven’s soft voice breaks you away from your thoughts.

“More than anything Stevie.” you whisper and Steven’s hands at the curled handle, taking in a breath as the dark of night envelopes you both.

Hesitation slips away as you feel the winter cold encase you, brush your lips against like a soft kiss while Steven gently takes your gloves hand in bare one. Walking along side with you, your eyes dash to the paradise garden in the apple of your eyes. 

The stone figures of gargoyles and angels standing on high columns, their wings, instruments, and horns dusted with fresh snow. It was a different world, a seam in a separate universe you and your Steven fell into and no one could reach you here.

 Tears glossing over your eyes as the snow fell from the cloudy and starry skies. Intricate snowflakes falling onto the frozen marble fountain that rests in the center of the winter garden. Frozen water that filled the moat is covered in a white blanket of snow, the molded white stone base laced with soft blue ice.

“Remember when I first danced with you at Junior Prom and you spilled the punch bowl on Mary Elizebeth?” Steven began, and you laugh at the memory playing on the spindle of your mind.

Pink satin steps come near and near to the magical fountain, body floating through the white stone gated portion of the theaters hidden property. Steven and you were trespassing, it only encouraged you to twirl through the grey mossy tile stone.

“Yeah I remember, she called me a bitch because I wouldn’t come to her afterparty. I mean, she didn’t invite you, so why would I have gone?” you talk, feeling a sense of youth that came hand in hand with looking for a sense of adventure.

Nostalgia coursing through the clouds of your mind, a little scream erupts through your lips when Steven picks you up from behind.

“But you were Prom Queen, you could do absolutely anything you wanted and you just danced with me and Bucky all night.” he said, missing his best friend who is settled comfortably with his family in New York.

“You guys are fun people to dance with and Benjamin didn’t know how to dance no matter how much that Prom King crown inflated his ego. I would dance with you over anyone any day Stevie.” you speak, lightly waltzing hand in hand in the center of the open dome garden.

Coordinated feet falling in their alleviating steps through the powdered snow, you two dance to the second coming of the ballet proceeding. Steven holds onto your waist and you his shoulders as he guides you through the simple four step dance he only knows but you never get tired of.

“Good, because I was beginning to worry you were getting tired of the four step.” Steven admits and you laugh into his shoulder.

“That’s not possible Steven. I never get tired dancing with you.” you confess, humming along to the deep violincellos, softening clarinets, and booming trombones.

The music is different than the usual jazzy trumpets and upbeat piano you and him dance to in the comfort of your home. It makes you hold onto him tighter as he memorize the planes of his face.

The dark freckles that dot his skin and the blue ice in his eyes that can melt from your love as snowflake like stardust falls in his golden hair. 

“That’s relieving to know, because I never get tired of dancing with you.” with those words that carve into his heart, he thinks that maybe it is possible to fall in love over and over again.

 Steven dips your body till your hairs is touching the snow below and your giggling at him to pull you up. Crinkled eyes open and are immediately captivated by a pair of eyes so foreign yet so familiar.

Maybe it’s on the account of your position but when the stretch of your arched back rises in his large strong arms your eyes still latch on them. The pair of eyes following you softly as you leave Steven’s embrace, following them that stand alone besides the moon and star clustered sky. 

 The thick material of your husbands jacket slips past your shoulders, the cold stark as your steps get closer and closer to the fountain. Following those eyes makes you stop at the foot of the molded stone, your gloved hands resting on the carved railing that must’ve took years to perfect with simple scalpels and chip wedges.

It always astounded you how mankind could do godly things with the craft of their minds and the tools in their hands. Leaving you in absolute wonder as you awe the marble statuettes of swans laying at the bottom portion of the large reservoir.

Their white wings either angled as if they are positioned to take flight and some tucked to their detailed bodies with their necks angled in a parted heart. Satin pink fingers touch the frozen beak of a marble swan, the white stark against the shiny material that reflects off the moonlight.

Ivory vines showcasing white roses and lilies floating in the faux water. The perennial petals decorate the feathers of the swans and in the marble locks and flowing stone dress of the marble figure you’re marveling. 

The very reason why you’re so speechless, the very maiden was a marble replica of you. A beautiful maiden surrounded by swans and roses as well as accompanied by the moon and stars above.  

  So this is the surprise Steven planned, you thought as you rose to the tips of your toes. Arms lifting up to touch the stone fingertips of your stone self, the feeling of cold marble hitting your warm flesh so sharp yet so tenderly.

“Do you like it, ballerina?” Steven’s voice broke behind you, his hands hooked at your waist as his face nuzzled in your hair.

  This dream just couldn’t be anymore magical, you have no idea you said that aloud because now your feeling the earing lips of Steven’s at the back of your neck.

Those pink lips traveling around till they brush past the softness of your cheek. Pulling your back against his chest as his arms wrap around your waist to twine your hands in his.

“This isn’t a dream, sweetheart. Maybe it’s me who’s dreaming ‘cause I still can’t believe you’re mine.” his whisper is louder than the orchestra playing but softer than the light of the sky.

 “Say you love me, say it please,” you plead as his hands cup your face, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

     “I love you Stevie, I’ve loved you the moment I first set my eyes on you and I will love you until the last time I do,” your voice dripping in tearful happiness, it brings tears in Steven eyes and he presses his lips to yours.

Finishing the story with a midnight kiss, closing a chapter of a whimsical fairytale to open to a new beginning. 

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Autumn in My Heart (Taeyong x you, you x Jaehyun)

hello, another fic I made that flopped, but I want to bring this back with another pairing. I love this, still one of the angst I made that I feel okay to post.

One shot - angst/fluff

a/n : Taeyong sounds like a bad boyfriend, but trust me he isn’t. Jaehyun is the rebound you found in the middle of a storm.

(Posted on wattpad before, and one in tumblr as an exo pairing but only got 1 notes ☹)

Enjoy

The picturesque scene of red and orange trees cannot fool the dull and sombre race of falling leaves pulled by the gravity. Be honest, autumn is depressing. See the falling leaves, dying every time a gush of cold wind tingles. (y/n) hates seeing the piles of dead leaves on the ground, she feels like the trees are selfish that they let the leaves die in order to survive.

The clock strikes six when you have put on your tailor fitted Pea coat from Schott’s. Tonight, your favorite fragrance from Chloe accompanies you. You inhale your favorite floral scent and get ready as your smart watch rings with a caller ID you love dearly. Your lover has rung you up saying he is downstairs waiting for you to take your time. You make your last tuck on your Pea coat and pocket your phone as you slipped your feet to the leather boots. You make sure to kiss your corgi good bye before keeping the key in your pocket and slightly run to meet the waiting prince; your waiting prince!

The elevator ride almost killed you; you frown whenever the door opens and what greet you are the foreign faces of your neighbor from other floors; after pressing the close button five more times, you finally reach your destination. With your round eyes you scan the whole room and find your prince in no time. His fashion and his tall body make him easy to spot.

“Taeyong! I’m here, let’s go!” you cling into the taller man’s arm and giddily drag him out of the warm lobby. The early cold wind harshly welcomes both of you outside; Taeyong clears his throat and pulls you closer. He takes in your small hand, holds it firm in his big hand, and pops it nicely into his toasty pocket of his Burberry trench coat. “It’s starting to get cold,” Taeyong smiles.

You blush, even when Taeyong had done this for three consecutive autumns, your heart will always beat like it was your first time. You did nothing though and just follow his long legs that bring them to a place you know a bit too much.

“Usual place Yong?”

The tall blonde man nods and after walking through the busy streets, you found yourself in a restaurant district. Your stomach growl when the delicious smell of your favorite food can be smelled from a meter. You both sit down on your usual chairs, place the same ordinary menu; a Hawaiian pizza slice for you and a Pepperoni for Taeyong. Though Taeyong never agrees that pineapple goes with pizza, he never speaks his opinion out loud to you, he just can’t. Try and say that to a person who really enjoys it and do you dare see their heart breaks? No Taeyong doesn’t want to break her heart; it’s the last thing he wanted to do to (Y/n).

Dinner is amazing. Over two slices of giant pizza and soda, you exchange stories, laugh over new jokes, and secretly treasure this sweet moment. You both end their pizza date with a split bill and with the warmth of a full stomach. The couple make their way out of the bright, fragrance road and move to another crowded and romantic district.

You told Taeyong about a new milkshake shop opening in here in Gangnam, and Taeyong will do everything that brings a smile to your face. With you standing close by his side, Taeyong naturally slides his arm to hug your slim waist from the side as he reads the menu in the TV from the queuing line.

The café is full of sweet couples, the atmosphere here is so warm and comfortable, Taeyong knows this will 99% become their favorite hangout place.

“We’re so sorry, but we sold the second last cup already… We only have one left for the special house favorite’s chocolate,” the man with a name tag reading Doyoung, smiles apologetically to the two sweet couple across him.

You run your eyes to the TV screen to look for another substitute, but Taeyong was faster.

“No problem, an extra straw will do. How much for the last cup?” Taeyong hands Doyoung his card and swipes the bill.

You squeal deep inside your heart, how come Taeyong could always do a new sweet action every time we go out?!

“You sure don’t want anything else?” you ask when Taeyong lets go off his straw after a good five sips.

Taeyong shakes his head and raises his thumb to wipe a trace of chocolate from your lips, “No, you can have them all. It tastes good and I know you like them so much.” Taeyong kisses his thumb and cleans the chocolate from your lips.

You playfully punch Taeyong, “What’s into you?! Why are you suddenly this sweet!”

Taeyong laughs it off and rolls his eyes, “Because I am a nice boyfriend? Come on admit it—” you shut him off with a quick peck “—I’m going to have heart attack (y/n), if you are making that a habit.”

After making a loud sip to ensure you leave nothing on the bottom of the glass, you and Taeyong step out of the lovely café. Both of you freeze when you see people carrying umbrellas and celebrating something.

“The first snow!” Both of you choir and giggle upon welcoming the cold winter!

You reach for a folded umbrella you had brought in your pocket and this time take the lead to pull the taller man closer and tries your best to raise the umbrella to his height. Taeyong cannot oppress his gummy smile and allows you do your thing.

“I am not taking care of a sick Taeyong again, that’s why I read the weather forecast earlier and they predicted the first snow the fall. Turns out they were accurate this year, come Yong let’s walk under the first snow!” you sneakily place your hand into Taeyong’s coat and the taller simply holds your hand.

You both have fun for a moment under the first snow, took some pictures and updated your social media platforms.

“The snow is falling harder; shall we head home?” Taeyong worries for your health. The two of you are responsible for coming on working days, falling sick is something you two can’t afford.

You do not refuse; along your careful steps on the slippery grounds the couple doesn’t stop talking at all. You will find new topics whenever a topic seems to come to an end. Tonight is a good date night. The date night ends with Taeyong ushering you back to your Apartment room.

“Goodbye Yongie, thank you for tonight!” you shake your wet umbrella.

“No problem sweetie, I’ll be going now,”

“Wait—” you run to your room and return not long after it, you get on the tip of your toes and wrap a warm red scarf over Taeyong “—take that with you, it’s my winter present. Stay safe okay and call me when you got home.” you bury your face on his chest as he hugs you  tight.

“Thanks honey, Good night.” Taeyong steps back and waves his hand.

You wiggle your hand in panic, “Oh take the umbrella! And please just grab a taxi!” you push your umbrella to Taeyong’s hand.

Taeyong chuckles and tousles your soft hairs, “Yes maam! I can take care of myself—” Taeyong winks and you only roll your eyes. The tall blonde makes his stealing move and kiss the plump lips of yours before finally going back home.

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Sun rises and sets, moon shines and hides, the world rotates, and time runs. Your love for each other blooms, although the relationship has ups and downs, the two of you can overcome the big waves and sail your ship to another calm ocean. A calm sea will never make a skilful sailor, and one day the biggest wave crashes to their ship, and you feel like you are forcefully drowned into the dark deep grief of heart breaks.

The road is crowded, well at least there are cars speeding in the road, and your sparkly eyes are fixed on a “sweet” scene in front of you. Yeah sweet if the people you saw were someone you did not know, or your best friend; but seriously not sweet if it’s your boyfriend you saw over the road holding hands with another pretty girl, wrapped in an expensive suit looking all lovey dovey with your man. Maybe Taeyong did not know or see you on the other side of the road, but you cannot mistake that man as someone else. Your eyes turn red; you fetch your phone and take the speed dial to call Taeyong. You wait for a moment with your eyes fixed on the two people across you.

The pedestrian traffic turns green, and you see the two of them walking to cross the road. You quickly hide yourself in an old payphone box while still listening to the waiting tone and keeping an eye on Taeyong. When Taeyong made it with the sweet smiling guy to the same street as yours, you swear your call was sent to voicemail. Taeyong also presses his screen earlier, hufth he didn’t even hesitate to reject your call. Insteaad, Taeyong looks so happy walking with this new girl. Your jealousy and suspicion completely take over you, you lean over the small phone box and stare at your screen emptily.

“Sorry, busy can’t pick up your call.” taeyong’s message appears in his notification bar.

You swallow the stuck lump in your throat; disappointed and angry, you run back to your apartment. You were planning to buy dinner and surprise Taeyong in his office for working overtime. If his vocabulary for overtime means having a walk with another woman, heol you won’t bother coming to see him.

You lock yourself in your room and cry your heart out, your stomach grumbles, but your heart aches more. You ignore all of the calls and messages in your phone. Thirty minutes later you wipe your eyes and after ensuring your heart you need to do this: you text a number.

“Yuta, you’re right… I’m coming to the dinner tomorrow. What’s his name again?”

This time you regret not listening to your friends when they warned you about your boyfriend playing fire behind your back. You are too naïve and blunt to realize Taeyong has slowly changed. He was not as sweet as he used to, he got busy, and he rarely picked your calls. At first you simply forgive him; thinking he must be busy with his works, turns out you are living blindly.

Taeyong paces in his room while sticking phone to his ear. He bites his lips when the line beeps but no one seems to answer the call.

“Pick up. Pick up (Y/n)…. Please… I’m worried sick…” Taeyong ends the waiting and jumps to the message room. He sends more messages asking if you are okay, why are you not picking up calls, and why are you not reading his messages.

Taeyong feels guilty rejecting your call earlier, but he cannot pick the call there when he thinks his coworker has a big crush and is flirting with him. Taeyong cannot bring himself to answer the call and crushes the cute girl’s dream. Yes, his co-worker is lately clinging on his side, and Taeyong cannot lie and say she’s unattractive. She is a calm and nice woman, good with works, and Taeyong finds it hard to keep his heart stable when she’s around.

Taeyong thought he saved the girl from crying in the streets, when in reality his real girlfriend is the one crying on the busy streets… by herself. Poor Taeyong doesn’t know this.

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The next morning, you did not bat an eye nor reply any of Taeyong’s messages. You muted his number and prepare for work. As you spray your perfume, the front door beeps open and a tall man you used to love, but now hate, shows up with a bouquet of yellow flowers on his hand.

“Good morning sunshine! What’s with the cloudy face?” Taeyong extends his hand to give you the arrangement.

You look at his sickening handsome smile and walk to take your working bag. “Nothing. I’m tired of work and this life full of lies.”

Taeyong frowns, “What do you mean?”

You  just hum an “I don’t know” tone and occupy yourself with packing your lunch and laptop.

Taeyong walks to the kitchen table and picks your phone, he scrolls through the notifications and shakes his head, “WOW! You haven’t opened my text, not a single one! Why?” he sounds confused.

You’re the type to always have your phone on your nose almost every second, what’s with leaving him unread?

You snatch your phone, “I fell asleep earlier yesterday after you said I shouldn’t come and have dinner with you, since you’re taking overtime.”

Taeyong sighs, “Come on (y/n), you’re acting like this just because I denied your offer to eat dinner together?” you walk away.

“Don’t act so childish. We can always have dinner together tonight or other nights.” Taeyong snaps.

You keep your cold face on;  take your lunch and working bag, and slip into your shoes. Taeyong shadows you all over the place.

“Really? Then why did you cancel it yesterday?” You hold on to the door knob.

“I had a sudden meeting.” Taeyong lies quickly.

“Oh so now you call walking with another woman without companion, while acting lovely is your definition of meeting. To me I call that a secret date mister!” you stomp your foot, “Now go! Leave! I am tired of your lies!!” you exit the room, but Taeyong holds a grip of your hand.

“but…” Taeyong is cut off by your voice “For your information Taeyong, I saw you with my own eyes walking with a woman and rejecting my call.” you raise your tone and his face turns red. You break your hand free and rush to the parking lot.

Taeyong runs after you, but luck must’ve left him today for the lift closes before he can reach you. You are clearly mad and fed up, for you are not trying to do anything to clean up the misunderstanding.

Your day goes on differently, you are still absorbed in the sadness and pain, while Taeyong… Taeyong thinks today’s problem will end like any others. His day is smooth and the woman from yesterday even offers him coffee. Upon seeing Taeyong busy checking his phone; waiting for someone to call or chat; she asks him, “What’s bothering you?”

Taeyong thinks for a while, should he tell her what actually happened, but what if things get darker and dangerous? After some consideration, Taeyong decides to use the help chance. He told her what happened yesterday and earlier this morning. She just laughs and comes up with a solution, “I can help you clarify this… Give me her number, I’ll talk to her.”

Taeyong denies that idea at first, but after some more convincing words from her, he gave up your phone number to her. He thought maybe you would listen to her.

Sure, her idea was not completely wrong, You answers her call in a friendly manner and you did not blame her for anything. You listened to all of her kind and sincere explanation, but your heart still cannot easily forgive Taeyong for doing it.

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You dress up nicely in a bomber jacket and put on a cap to hide your puffy eyes. You take your step to greet your date tonight, the man Yuta told him about. Jung Jaehyun, son of the CEO of Neo corporation: Korea’s first leading group in food supply, while Taeyong is the son of the second leading group.

To put it into words, Jaehyun is a man of daydream. He is everything you expected when meeting a living prince charming. He talks in his deep voice, his choice of words are amazing, his fashion taste is casual yet daydreaming, his manners are polished as perfect as one can be, but no matter how nice and perfect Jaehyun is, your heart cannot stop comparing him to Taeyong. Taeyong is not as perfect as him, Taeyong is more of the clumsy type and silly. However, one thing for sure, you like Jaehyun’s jokes better than Taeyong’s.

His choice of place for a first meeting is way beyond expectation. You would have dressed up properly if you knew Jaehyun is bringing you to a secluded private restaurant. You seal your mouth tightly about this date, yet Taeyong knows.

You come home with a bright smiling face, Jaehyun had just dropped you off from his Mercedes-Benz G65. You secretly smile to yourself and wrap your jacket tighter as you enter the lift to reach the floor. You can’t stop humming small tunes while taking steps.

With a big surprised face, you take a step back when Taeyong greets you in his stern voice.

“Why are you here?” you sound annoyed. Your mood totally jumped from hype to down.

Taeyong raises his brow, “Am I not allowed to visit my lover? Beside I came here to check if she’s here yet, since she ignored my calls and texts.” You make your way to the kitchen and fill yourself a glass of water, “Well, sorry but I have someone to see tonight,” you shrug your shoulder.

Taeyong joins you to the small kitchen, “Yeah and I just found out my girl, without my acknowledge, went to meet another man and came home—” he glances at his watch, “—late, my girl came home pretty late. It’s 10!”

You finish your glass of water, and slam the cup a bit too hard, “So what? I’m big enough to come home whenever I want and I can take care of myself.”

“Who’s that man? How are you sure he is someone good?” Taeyong elevates his tone.

You take a deep breath and speak out loud clearly, “it’s none of your business! Even I did not know who the woman you’re with yesterday was and I did not ask you anything! I did not interrogate you Lee Taeyong!” you spit those words in one breath. You toss your jacket then lock yourself in the room. Taeyong knocks on your door relentlessly and all he gets is silence.

Silence from the loudest person is the scariest thing

You wake up with heavy head, puffy blood shot eyes, and a runny nose. You force yourselfto leave the bed and calls in for a day off today. You have called Jaehyun last night and told the new man everything, something in your heart screams that Jaehyun can help and Jaehyun will not hurt you like Taeyong did. With your beloved corgi walking beside you, You open the apartment door and freeze when you see Taeyong sleeping uncomfortably on the floor.

“Babo-ya,” You scoff in your mind and leave the big baby on the floor. You make yourself a glass of tea and gul an aspirin down your dry throat. You take your time writing a short note and stick it on Taeyong’s free arm. You bend to place a soft kiss on his temple, probably your last, and secretly leave.

Taeyong wakes up from the pain his back screams for sleeping on the floor, he yawns and stretches then looks around and realizes he had fallen asleep when begging you to open the door. He sees the post it on his arm and he quickly read it. His brow scrunches as the line gets down, and finally they widen and his mouth fell. Taeyong lost his sense of touch, hearing, and sight… he feels like a thunder just hit him and he’s drowned in his emotions. He slowly sits on the sofa and re-reads the nicely written letter. He makes sure to not miss any single word or get the wrong idea. But no matter how many times he checks the letter again, the words don’t change.

“(y/n) wants us to end it here,” Taeyong speaks to himself, the blonde quickly searches the house. Hoping to find the woman he was looking for, he needs to discuss this with you. Seriously you did not need to break up over a silly matter!

“(y/n)-ie, what do you mean? We can talk about this… where are you?” Taeyong puts on his shoes and coat.

“We don’t have to discuss anything Tae. We’re not meant to be, I realized we’re not made for each other. Our parents don’t even support this relationship we had for three and a half years. It’s over Taeyong, go get that woman and I will go my way.” You explain as best as you can.

“No, We need to meet. We’re not breaking up over phone. I don’t consider our relationship over just because you decided it by yourself. We need to meet.” Taeyong grips his phone harder.

“I can’t Tae, I’m no longer near you. Bye,” you said.

Taeyong hears the faint background sound and damn that you are in the airport, where the hell are you going now without telling him.

You turn off your call and sadly stare at the wallpaper. It’s a picture of happy Taeyong and you laughing under the mistletoe from last Christmas.

“Are we ready to go?” Jaehyun’s deep voice resonates beside you. You groggily nod and copy his steps to the boarding gate. You take one last heavy breath; yes you are leaving Korea and Taeyong behind. This is what your family wants, this is for the best.

You come from the family of the leading electronic cooperation in Korea; turns out your parents had made an agreement to make you and Jaehyun an official pair. Simply said your parents arranged your marriage with Jung family for the sake of business. Your family does not have a good history with the Lee family. Both Taeyong and you had been trying your best to keep your boat sailing despite the harsh wind made by your own families, but you have had enough. Both of you used to think if you are together, you can fight your families and live happily ever after, but that’s too good to be true.

Now, your parents have made a lot of agreements with The Jung family, and that explains why you are sent to leave Korea with Jaehyun the night when you reported Taeyong’s actions. Your father used the situation to break you apart, and he partly succeeded.

Right now, you are seated on the first-class flight to Britain, with your future fiancé (That’s what your parents insisted).

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The loving couple separated without a clear ending, Taeyong still lives his life to the fullest he can, but everything is pointless when you are not in his life. He did not date anyone, he still holds on to the belief that you are still his girlfriend, and he is still committed to you, he woman he loves.

His colleague has tried a lot of things to set Taeyong up with a new date, but none of them seems to win his heart. Taeyong only attends the blind dates she made, just to respect her kindness and attention. That woman herself has won the heart of the cute guy in the milkshake shop Taeyong and you once visited, Doyoung. She was close with Taeyong because she needs help with winning the cute man’s heart. The night when you went home with Jaehyun, Taeyong was actually waiting for you to explain everything. Taeyong wanted to tell you that you don’t have to be jealous of the woman, for she has her heart and eyes for another man. Fate did not let him explain anything that night, and the next day you were already gone from his life.

Taeyong changes into a cold and quiet man, while you have opened your heart to the new man. You realize Jaehyun shares a lot of things in common with you. Knowing the new tall man with dimple is easy and both of you get along so well. You spend a good two years in England, and have to return to Korea when the working contract for Jaehyun ended.

–

The plane touched down on the land of Korea, where the leaves are starting to fall and the winds getting colder. You sigh it’s once again autumn, you always hate autumn.

Jaehyun feels he needs to check the office and sends you home by yourself. You did not mind, instead you are happy you can have your time alone here.

You take the taxi to a park you missed. A small park with benches for couples to seat and enjoy the falling leaves with the big Han River across them. You breathe in the autumn leaves and slightly smile when the memories you made here with Taeyong slowly floods his mind. A small tug is felt in your heart, how is that handsome blonde doing? You walk and walk then sit at one of the empty benches, your hand traces the old wood and smile when your eyes caught a small scribble that still managed to be intact even when seasons has changed.

You trace the craving and secretly hide a smile when the memory comes back in your mind.

The writing of Taeyong and (y/n) in a big heart, deriving from four years ago. You remembered craving your names cheesily on a park bench when the first leaf fell. You scoff when you realize a lot of things you did with Taeyong are associated with autumn.

You close your eyes for a while and found yourself awaken in surprise when a familiar voice greets you.

“(y/n)?” the voice sounds unsure, “(y/n)?! It’s really you?” this time it sounds surprised and a bit happy.

You open your eyes and gulp when the same man you left without news is here again in front of you. The man you shared love, the man you secretly hate and love, the same man who used to be your happiness. He looks different! He definitely loses weight, his hair is now plain and boring brown, his eyes no longer offers the star and galaxy you used to spend your time gazing. His voice didn’t change though, still the same deep voice that never fails to make you tremble.

“Taeyong, well… yes this is me.” you sheepishly admit.

“It’s been a while,” Taeyong opens his mouth. He takes the empty spot beside you.

“Look Taeyong, I don’t have much time,” you dare yourself to face him and hold your tears back. You almost broke down in tears when you once again sees the man you love standing here across you.

“I know it was hard for both of us, but that was the best for us. This is the best for us.” Taeyong stays quiet despite wanting to kiss you and tell you everything he kept to himself for a good two years, but no he wants to listen to you. He reflected for two years and he wanted to make up all his bad mistakes.

“Fate doesn’t let us be together… our family hates one another… we can’t… we just can’t be one Taeyong.” You bite your lips and hold your tears back. Your heart is breaking right now when you see the broken look in Taeyong’s eyes.

When you first saw Taeyong sitting beside you, you swore you saw a glint of hope in his eyes but now you completely kill it. You hate yourself for once again hurting Taeyong, but this is for their own goods.

You can no longer hold back your tears, the wall you made breaks down right in front of Taeyong. You hide your face in your hands and your shoulder moves as you express all of your bottled-up emotions. Something glints under the last rays of the sun and Taeyong moves closer to your side. He bravely takes you into a hug and he brings his thumb to wipe the crystals falling over your smooth cheeks. Taeyong cannot speak a word, his mouth goes mute all he knows is his life is completely dark now without you. It was dark already before when you left, but now when you clearly said that… Taeyong feels like dying.

“Goodbye Taeyong,” you stand up and walk to leave the broken hearted man. You turn one last time to see your unrequited love; and you force your last sweet smile, “Thank you for the memories.” you take quick steps to leave the park and Taeyong. A strong wind blows and makes the piles of orange dried leaves fly around and when it’s over. You are completely not anywhere to be seen.

Taeyong closes his eyes and memorizes the last words from his love, you left him completely now. (y/n) left his presence, his world, and his hopes. Taeyong fishes his jacket and pulls out a velvet box, he snaps it open and a simple diamond ring is shining there. Well, he’s been carrying this around since you left, he wanted to propose to you whenever he got the chance to see you , but turns out your ring finger is occupied already with the same diamond ring he had in mind will fit your slender finger. Taeyong keeps the ring again in the box and he pockets it again in his left chest. He lets his tears run through his face as he walks along with the last falling leaf.

He leaves the love of his life with tears and thousands of memories. Taeyong smiles bitterly when he remembers how you always hate autumn. Turns out all memories with you are prominent in autumn: your least favorite season.

flashback <<<

“I hate autumn Yong, can you imagine how selfless the tree is, letting the leaf die so it can live longer.” you pointed to an almost bald tree.

Taeyong pinches your cute cheeks, “Well yes the trees are selfish Sweetie, but did you see how sincere the leaves are? I’m sure the tree did not want the leaves to die, instead I think the leaf sacrifice itself so the tree can live,” you cut him, “But why Yong? Why must the leaves die for the tree?”

Taeyong holds his lover’s hand tighter in his jacket, “Because my (y/n)-ie, that way the tree can survive the harsh cold winter and make new leaf later on spring. That way the leaf and the tree are once again together!”

You nod your head, “Woah that’s a better theory! You should definitely be the one telling our kids bed time stories later on!” You cheerfully peck a kiss on Taeyong’s lips and blushes.

“Just like love, you must sacrifice for the one you love.” Taeyong leans in for another kiss.

“I love you Yong, now and forever!” You lean your head on Taeyong’s strong and wide shoulder.

“I love you most (y/n), I’ll be like the leaf in autumn!” Taeyong whispers to his world; you

The two people in different place share the same memory tonight.

As the moon shines and the first snow falls, they secretly whisper each other “I still love you.”

end

:”) thank you for reading 

[walpurga-nacht-academy]

Djinn’s Bride! ~A Celebration of Love~

Part 9

[Walpurga Nacht Academy]

[Djinn’s Lamp]

Djinn: Woken up from my centuries long nap, I am summoned by a mage of great power back to the realm of the mortals. As a djinn of incredible power and looks, it is no wonder that I am so sought after. To create life from nothing, to bring my Master uncountable riches, even making dancing elephants and camels - that is just scratching the top of the list of my accomplishments. And yet, how dissatisfied I feel with it all. When the call of the lamp pulls me away, I can’t help but think ‘Ah, what menial job will I be made to do again?’ It’s really a drag.

BUT! Instead of the king that I expect to see, or the cunning vizier, I am faced with eight beauties. And what’s more - they all want to marry me?! How did a poor, handsome djinn like me end up in this situation?! Well, if you want to find out-

Marcia: Ha? What the hell are you doing now?

Djinn: Haaaa, and I was just on the last line too. Gotta start from the top, I guess. Don’t interrupt me again, girlie. Ahem. Woken up from my centuries-

Marcia: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!! I’m serious right now! What the hell is this super lame monologue? It gives me the shivers just hearing about it! Seriously, just when you couldn’t get any creepier too… Oops, didn’t mean to say that aloud~

Djinn: To think you would be so out of touch with things… Alright, listen up, girlie, what I’m doing right now is a recap! I’m reminding our lovely audience of what just happened in the previous episodes so they get caught up to speed. So, to get back~ on~ track~! Woken up from my cen-

Marcia: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Wait just a sec! Audience? Recap? Episodes? This isn’t a TV show, you know?! And why’d you make yourself sound way cooler than you are! Don’t think I’ve forgotten your betrayal just that easily! Ugh, I was supposed to get rich in a flash and yet… My heart is still wounded! Women don’t forget slights that easily!!

Djinn: Hm, you’re really not getting the appeal are you… Gonna have to deduct points for that… Hm…

Rosa: Heeeeeeey! Stupid, greedy Marcia!! Stop being useless and pay for your mistakes! Repent! 

Marcia: Grrrr! You sure like to weigh in a lot for a moron, dumb, idiotic, moronic Rosalia!

Rosa: HEY, YOU SAID MORON TWICE!! I HEARD YOU!!

Marcia: Bleh!

Djinn: Hm, kinda childish too… I’d have preferred a more mature style…

Marcia: Geh! You’re taking that into account too?! Haaa, you’re sure taking this seriously…

Djinn: Obviously! This is my future we’re talking about after all. On that note…

[RUMBLE]

Marcia: THE FLOOR IS MOVING AGAIN, UGH!! AND IT’S A PLATFORM TOO??

Djinn: Now!

Marcia: !!!

Djinn: IT’S TIME TO STAAAAAART!

Marcia: …

Djinn: … Hm?

Marcia: Eh?

Djinn: Well?

Marcia: Huh?!

Djinn: Your introduction! In~ tro~ duc~ tion~! It’s essential to getting the fans to root for you, girlie! That’s how you make it through the show~

Marcia: … No, I still haven’t got an idea what you’re talking about… But if it’s about making a pitch, I’m your girl! Ahem! 

[Hey, hey, hey~ Marcia Pyroeis reporting for duty! I’m a third year with a bright future in store, I promise ya! Getting along well with both my juniors and seniors and always knowing how to get out of a pinch! That’s me!]

Hehe, so whatcha think, hm? A keeper right?

Djinn: Hm~ It’s got energy. It’s got charm. I LIKE IT! FULL POINTS!

Marcia: YAHOO! Now, then how about you come closer and-

Djinn: Not so fast!

Marcia: Huh?! What now?! You said “FULL POINTS” didn’t you?! So why-

Djinn: Hm, that’s true. But you can’t think that would be enough! Love at first sight is just a fantasy, you know?! That’s why, we gotta check compatibility too!

Marcia: Co-Compatibility? Ugh, this got a lot more annoying all of a sudden… Do we have to, haha? After all, I’m already heads over heels for you! Anything more and I just might lose my mind~

Rosa: Woah, that scummy power of hers comes in handy at moments like this!

Blanche: It’s… definitely something impressive…

Djinn: Woah, woah, woah, for real?! Hm, I shouldn’t really be doing this, but I guess you’ll be getting a few extra points there, girlie!

Diana: He’s easy to fool.

Marcia: Really~? You’re way too kind~ Now then, now then, how about we-

Djinn: Not so fast! 

Marcia: ???

Djinn: You definitely have a lot of the right qualities. BUT!! I’m not an easy sort of djinn, you know?! I just don’t give my heart out to anybody! That’s why before we tie the knot you must first undergo a SURPRISE SCENARIO!

Marcia: EH?! SURPRISE- EH?! EEEEEH?!

Rosa: HE CAME UP WITH SOMETHING RIDICULOUS AGAIN!

Djinn: To properly test a couple’s compatibility, you can’t just stop at first impressions! There needs to be understanding and cooperation. That’s~ why~ THE SURPRISE SCENARIO WILL TELL US ALL WE NEED TO KNOW! IT’S FOOLPROOF!

Marcia: Crap, and I thought I had this in the bag… Ugh, this is so annoying… But, if it’s just some stupid question, I’m sure I can breeze through it… Alright! Let’s give it a shot! I’ll show you I’m the best suited for this role, dear~!

Agatha: ……. gross….

Djinn: Ooooh! That’s it, girlie! That’s the spirit I’m looking for! That sort of energy - IT’S FANTASTIC! 

Marcia: Hehehe, it’s definitely gonna be my victory, you moron…

Djinn: Ahem. This is your scenario: Adil and Farah have been dating for 5 years now after meeting at a company party, where he accidentally spilled some punch on her dress and was chastised thoroughly for it. Because it was an outfit from a well-recognized brand, Farah demanded that Adil take care of the dry-cleaning himself. Unfortunately coming from a low standing family he could not afford the fee for it, so he decided to make a deal with a corrupt bank manager to get the money in exchange for smuggling a few precious magical gems into the embassy which will be used to blow up the building once the ambassador and the king of the country are inside. Though he’s reluctant to agree he remembers the sick mother who’s at home, and realizes that he cannot burden her with this issue since she has also just started attending college to get her degree as a bread researcher. In order to get access to the basement of the building, Adil calls up some old acquaintance from his time in the magical police who helps him secure an invitation thanks to his cousin who is actually the Prince of a foreign land. They pass Adil off as the royal confectioner, a role he is able to perform thanks to his previous career as a successful movie star actor. On the day of the heist they are able to sneak into the basement, but on their way out they bump into Farah who turns out to also be the Chief of Security for the king that’s coming to visit. In the ensuing scuffle Adil is suddenly reminded that Farah is in fact his long, lost childhood friend that he hasn’t seen since the hurricane hit their town and almost razed everybody to the ground. They embrace tearfully and realize that they have feelings for each other~

Romantic, right~?

Marcia: WHAT’S THE HELL KIND OF SCENARIO IS THIS?!

Djinn: Hm? What do you mean? It’s obviously a romcom!

Marcia: ‘OBVIOUSLY’?! HOW IS ANY OF OBVIOUS?! MY BRAIN IS JUST HURTING FROM TRYING TO WRAP MY HEAD AROUND IT!!

Djinn: Hey, hey, that’s super rude! It’s a great premise with a cool hook! Anybody would be able to relate to them! Especially Adil! Isn’t he just super cool?

Marcia: Haaaaaaaaa?! What the hell is cool about him?! Rather just what the hell is his deal?!

Djinn: Eh? His deal? Is there something you dislike about him?

Marcia: Dislike?! There are a ton of things I dislike about him! Like, what the hell is up with his thinking process?! He’s gonna make some shady deal with a corrupt banker for some dry-cleaning fee?! Isn’t that way too extreme?! He could have just used a cleaning spell!!

Djinn: ….

Marcia: Or rather!! You’re telling me that somebody who’s been in the magical police and was a famous actor didn’t put some money aside for emergencies?! What kind of negligence is that, huh?! And how old is this guy to have held so many jobs and still be on the bottom rung of a company, huh?! It makes no sense!!

Djinn: …

Marcia: This whole situation is just senseless!! Ain’t he complicating things too much with his insane logic?! I don’t get it!! I don’t get him at all!! Who even came up with this type of story?!

Djinn: … Me…

Marcia: … Huh?

Djinn: It was me. I am the author of “Super Lovey Dovey Secret Agents Who Are Also Childhood Friends, But On Opposite Sides of the Battle Raging On Between Their Two Companies, So They Must Make sure Their Supervisors Don’t Find Out About It”.

Marcia: Crap!

Rosa: IT’S EVEN GOT A RIDICULOUS NAME!

Djinn: You know, I always fancied myself a bit of a screenwriter. This was supposed to be my magnus opus… My masterpiece… The story that would mark my debut in the literary world… and yet…

Marcia: Just joking~!

Djinn: Hm? 

Marcia: Hahaha, you took all that seriously! It was a joke! All just a joke, I swear! You’ve completely misinterpreted my words~

Rosa: SHE’S ACTUALLY MAKING A MOVE TO TRY AND SALVAGE ALL THIS?! SERIOUSLY?! IS SHE FOR REAL?! 

Djinn: … Is that so? 

Rosa: EEEEEH?! HE’S BUYING IT TOO?

Marcia: Yeah, yeah~ That story!! It was, uh, super cool! 

Djinn:... Really?

Marcia: Of course! It was, um, sooooooo dynamic! A lot of things happened and… Adil was such a cool character! Yeah! Yeah! Really, uh, carried the story and all that! 

Djinn: …

Marcia: You have such a gift for this!! Seriously! I’m in awe of your talent!! Hahahaha…

Djinn: … I see.

Marcia: Hm? Se-See what exactly?

Djinn: It’s been made clear to me just what sort of compatibility we have.

Marcia: Th-That soon?! Hey, you barely even gave me a chance to work my char- I mean! Don’t you think that it’s still too early to tell, hm~? We should get to know each other a little better before that~ Hey, hey~!

Djinn: Hm, no, rather I think that it’s [TIME UP]!

Marcia: EEEEEEEEH?!

[CLICK]

Rosa: SHE GOT CAUGHT IN THE HOURGLASS TOO!!

Cass: Mi-Mi-Mi-Miss Pyroeis!!

Diana: …

Blanche: This is…

Vita: How unfortunate~

Djinn: And done~ Now, let’s see who’s next, hm~?

Rosa: WAIT JUST A MOMENT!

Djinn: Hm? What is it, fluffy hair? Do you wanna volunteer?

Rosa: E-Eh?! No, no, no, no, no! No way! Absolutely no way!

Djinn: Mm, maybe it’s for the best. Flat types like you are kinda…

Rosa: HEY!

Blanche: Excuse me.

Djinn: Oh, you too, bunny girl? Man, I sure am popular~! Having so many girls after me~

Blanche: … A-Ah. In truth, there was something that I was curious about…

Djinn: Sure, sure~ Go straight ahead~ If it’s from my future cute wife then any request is A-OK with me!

Rosa: Then-

Djinn: Ah, except asking to drop out of the wedding, of course! 

Rosa: Ugh!

Blanche: No, it’s rather… Just what are your specifications for a ‘wife’?

Djinn: Specifications?

Blanche: Yes. I understand why Himalia-senpai was locked up, but even though Marcia was… well, even though she acted the way she did, was just that the reason you locked her up?

Djinn: ‘Just that’?! You don’t get it, bunny girl!

Blanche: Hm?

Djinn: It’s all about compatibility! Com~ pa~ ti~ bi~ li~ ty~! If we’re not a good match then getting married is a no go for me! I don’t wanna get stuck in a loveless relationship and suffer at the hands of somebody cruel~ My heart is too fragile for that!

Blanche: I-I see… then, just what exactly did you find displeasing about Marcia and Himalia-senpai specifically?

Rosa: Ha?! Blanche?! Don’t tell me you’re seriously thinking of going through with it?! After all the time you protested?!

Diana: No. It’s not that.

Rosa: Huh?

Diana: If we want to strike, it’s best to be forewarned. 

Rosa: Eh?

Cass: Um, it, me-means that we should ga-gather as much information a-as possible, Miss Mo-Morgainne…

Blanche: I think it would be beneficial for both of us to understand your preferences a little better, don’t you agree?

Djinn: Hm~ You’re making some sense there, bunny girl. I guess I have nothing to lose from coming forward about this… Alright then! Now listen carefully! I’ll explain to you why compatibility matters!

You see, more than anything… I think violent women are super scary!

Blanche: Huh?

Djinn: Seriously~ When I saw that Amazon pick up that marble table like it was nothing at all, I got super freaked out! That thing was at least around 400 kg, you know? 

Rosa: THA-THAT HEAVY?! WHAT IS HIMALIA-SENPAI?! A MONSTER?! A GODDESS?! 

Djinn: Aaah, just seeing it come flying at me made me so nervous… And I’m made of smoke too! No, no, a violent type just won’t work!

Blanche: I… I suppose that’s understandable… Then Marcia?

Djinn: Hm? The tomboy? Hmmm, well, I have to admit I like the type who’s full of energy. Seeing a girl smile while giving her best really brings out that healing quality~ But…

Blanche: But?

Djinn: WOMEN WHO ARE TWO-FACED ARE NOT CUTE AT ALL!

Blanche: !!!

Djinn: Seriously! Changing her mind like that just because she found out that I was the author! There’s no way I could be able to stand a woman like that!

Blanche: I see, that is-

Djinn: If she started lying from the first and kept at it, that would have been another issue! At least my feelings would have been spared like that! But being told so rudely that my work is bad… NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT THE SORT OF WIFE I WANT!

Blanche: …

Rosa: Hey, isn’t it kinda all about him again?

Marcia: Blegh! Like I could even pretend to like that sort of badly written thing in the first place! There are limits of what you can ask from people, you know?! You moron! Idiot! Lame!

Rosa: Hey, are you seriously still goi- EEEEEEH?!

Marcia: Pffft, the expression you’re making now is even more stupid than usual, Rosalia! Guess it’s nice when you have no brains and a pretty face, huh?

Rosa: GRRRRR! BEING LOCKED UP IN A HOURGLASS IS NOT PUNISHMENT ENOUGH FOR YOU!! YOU OGRE!!

Marcia: Haaaa, you’re still barking? Hahaha, now that's a funny sight, you kno- HUH?! WAIT! HUH?! YOU CAN HEAR ME?!

Rosa: I CAN HEAR YOU! I CAN HEAR JUST FINE! I CAN HEAR YOU GOING ON ABOUT HOW STUPID I AM, YOU JER-

Blanche: This is… 

Djinn: Hm? Ah, so you’ve noticed, didn’t you? 

Rosa: Noticed? Noticed what?

Diana: June’s is soundproof.

Rosa: Soundproof… Huh? You me-mean the hourglass?! Eh?! I-Is that even possible?!

Agatha: Stupid… amoeba… doesn’t… even… know… her… own… dorm… subjects… heheheheh

Rosa: HAAAAAA-

Blanche: Is this related to the complaint about her being violent…?

Djinn: Hm? Well, it’s rather… she’s just kinda annoyingly loud, you know? Loud women are also a no-go for me! I like my peace and quiet~

Blanche: I see…

Rosa: Eh? Hey, is it just me or is this guy’s list of preferences all over the place? 

Diana: Mm.

Cass: It’s, um, ra-rather confusing…

Rosa: Right?! He says he wants somebody energetic then he turns around and goes [I like my peace and quiet~]. It’s completely contradictory!

Blanche: It’s… not ideal… But we must try to figure out a way to escape from here still. Or else…

Rosa: Gulp.

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[pendragaryen]

Before I start I just wanted to say: THANK YOU, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all you brilliant, open minded, always positive and hopeful people and writers in this fandom, in this fam, that i am so proud to call me a part of for many years now. Thanks so much for all you analysers, all you meta-writers and speculators! I love you so much, because i’m shown time and time again, that i’ve chosen THE RIGHT peeps to follow. My dash is 80% hopeful Blarkes! And i LOVE it! Thanks for always being so inspiring and motivational, despite everything that happens on screen (or behind it). THANK YOU, FAM! That’s just my introduction today, before i dive into my mood…..

I probably shouldn’t write anything today for my mind is kind of dizzy bc of the painkillers I’ve taken earlier but well… I’m in a mood to get at least a few things off my chest now.

So. “The queens gambit”. You guys already summed it up, meta-ed about it and speculated the heck out of it so that my own 5 cents seem completely unnecessary at this point. I love some of your opinions, some I don’t. But here’s just what I feel about it (if anybody cares): In contrary to my whole excitement before the episode “Welcome to Bardo” and the tiny possibility that our Bellamy would finally and hopefully be back on our screens, THIS time, while I WAS CERTAIN to see him again, my whole reaction to finally HAVE him back was like… “yeah.. hey.. there you are. Nice.”  And that’s it. I truly wish my excitement would come back. But well… I am exhausted. My job is a pain in the ass too right now. I don’t want to feel bored or even annoyed by my fave tv show ever, this should BE FUN. But yeah a certain scene DID annoy me. Of course. I was in fact very thankful for all the distracting things that happened on Sanctum this time.

For those who know me a bit this isn’t news. I feel sick to my stomach when I have to watch scenes like that B/cho farce today. I did it for Bellamy/Bob AND I did it for Lindsey (congrats on your directing-debut, my queen!). But all your beautifully written and stubbornly hopeful metas couldn’t change the fact that THAT moment was simply painful to watch. It wasn’t even as lovey-dovey as I thought it would be. And I am truly relieved bc of the fact that it seems that Bellamy (at least at this “first time”) had some serious physical needs to get satisfied by that sweaty, sporty woman right in front of him (like it was with “Threesome-Bellamy” in season 1) and that THIS was the primary reason that my boy practically jumped E at that moment… (I mean… she IS attractive… i have to give this to her). With THAT in mind I can live. Everyone his needs. That’s okay. Sex is healthy. Needs are healthy. I am content that they haven’t shown us LOVE here. That wasn’t love. For sure. And their conversation is already wonderfully explained by several posts of you guys, so I won’t say anything else about that godforsaken scene than that it was a pain in the ass to watch for me. Despite all the things I said above and despite the fact, that IT’S JUST THE PAST. It still stings. BUT… It’s not current. And I understand the statement that underlines especially THAT fact: This is long gone and done. It is not current anymore. And now… not even thinkable any longer. I think E knows that too, despite her being clingy to her memories.

Whatever… I’m pms-ing… heavily. Don’t mind my ramblings. What I REALLY wanted to say tho is: I hope that - in comparison to that B/cho scene on the ring - we get to see one other significant scene (or more than just one, I wouldn’t mind it) at some point in S7 : Bellamy grieving the loss of Clarke Griffin - and I mean ON THE RING. That particular grief, that was addressed especially by Murphy last season “If he knows Clarke is dead all of this is for nothing” etc….. PLEASE! That would make the PERFECT opposite to that cringy, awkward B/cho scene today!!! What do you guys and analysts think? Is it possible that we get that somehow? Maybe we somehow get to see how the Bardonians extract memories from Bellamy’s mind at some point? I don’t know. That’s just what I wanted to shout into the void today. I’d appreciate it so much…

Anyway.. I missed Indra in the santum scenes? Where was she? But I really agree with most of you guys today too: Some of the best parts of this episode had to do with finally addressing some bad things people did in the past, bad decisions and actions I thought I have already heard the last  about. I am talking about the Blake’s of course. O’s treating of her brother after Lincoln’s death and Bellamy “forcing” the flame on Madi in S5. Well done. All of this a little late for my taste. But better now than never. Oh and I almost forgot: Murphy was brilliant. Again. His interactions with Sheidrussell… wow… deep. And Emori! What a QUEEN! I’m glad we have these two in Sanctum - tho I’m fearing a bit for their safety now, I have to admit.

Did I mention that i LOVE the Diyozas? No? Yes i love them. Very much. That scene between mother and daughter was TEARjerking. And NOW i’m really afraid of what will happen to especially Charmaine… I cannot put a finger on it WHY. But i TRULY fear for her now… She’s a unique character. I don’t want to lose her tbh… (In contrary there’s Nikki. Or Nelson, for example. To THEM i cannot find any connection at the moment… They are just… there.. making trouble… I wouldn’t shed a tear if they die at some point.)

And then… Clarke tho… CLARKE… These few seconds they’ve been showing her reaction to the news that HER Bellamy’s dead… All these emotions mirrored in her sad, shook eyes in that precise moment… This really made it up for me and saved almost the whole episode imo. Wow… (Eliza… Eliza, you brilliant little thing. I love you. I’ve been reading, that you weren’t allowed to show more than a minimum of a reaction at this point. But you transferred it, ALL the feelings - just through your eyes!) You can almost pinpoint the very moment her heart broke. I can’t wait to see the continuation of that scene. (Btw: Great job, Lindsey! Zooming in on Clarke’s face in just the RIGHT moment… I’m in tears…)

All in all (and despite of a certain scene) a solid episode. (But WHAT THE ACTUAL F.. DO YOU MEAN WITH “YOU’RE MY FAMILY TOO” OCTAVIA?! You CAN’T be serious! E?! YOUR FAMILY?! No..  HELL nO…  That shows without ANY doubt how much she's changed and that she now must be some sort of an all forgiving Buddha, whereas I clearly haven’t grown or changed one bit, bc THAT… hurt like hell to hear from especially her. WTH.. It REALLY bugs me..)

ugh… that was long… i am sorRY

[iohourtime]

Hey!Say!JUMP 2019-2020 Calendar 100 Q&A: Yamada Ryosuke

I already posted these on twitter, but posting them here so they are all in one place.  Still haven’t proofread the document. Hopefully there aren’t too many errors.

Recent hobby? - To steep myself in games. I've been playing RPG games.

Top 3 favorite foods? - 1: eggplant, 2: yakiniku (grilled meat), 3: yakitori (grilled chicken). For eggplants, my no. 1 favorite is fried eggplant. I make it myself sometimes.

Top 3 favorite animals? - 1: dog, 2: sloth, 3: monkey. There are 2 dogs at my parents’ place. Sloths I've liked for a while. Although I'd like to keep one, it's impossible to have a tropical animal (lol). Maybe I like these types of “relaxed” animals.

Shower guy? Bath guy? - Shower.

Source of energy? - Food!

Describe a moment when your excitement level is high? - During live concerts, the moment when I see the audience from the stage. “It's so great that I'm working in this job” will pop into my head, it's the happiest moment in my life.

Describe a moment when your excitement level is low? - When I'm playing games at home. I'm just quietly playing, and I don't want anyone to see how I look at that time.

What do people say [to / about you] that will make you happy? - “Gakkoi”

Favorite color? - White. I have a lot of white t shirts.

Where do you want to go? - Salar de Uyuni (Salt Flats) in Bolivia.

Frequent dreams? - Dream of teeth being pulled out.

Best number of hours of sleep? - About 7 hours.

Dog guy? Cat guy? - Dogs.

Do you believe in ghosts? - I believe in them. But I do not like them.

Do you believe in fortune telling? - Basically no.

Do you think there are aliens? - There aren't any, right? But I don't think I want to meet them. Because I don't know what they'll do to me, it's scary (lol).

What do you like most about your looks? - Nose. Although I used to have a complex about it, everyone kept telling me “you have a great nose”, so I started thinking “it's a great nose!” and start liking it.

What do you like most about your qualities? - Stubbornness. I think being able to advocate for my beliefs without bending my will is quite useful in this job.

What is one thing you can change about your appearance? - My height. I want an extra 10 cm.

What’s one personality trait you’d like to fix? - My sharp tongue (lol).

What other job would you pick? Nursery school teacher. I love kids.

What is the last meal you want to eat in your life? - My mother’s meat & potato stew. The potatoes are soft and flaky and so delicious.

What kind of attitude do you bring to work? - I’ll be my natural self.

What do you think fans “got it all wrong!”? - How do the fans think of me? Since I don’t know, I can’t answer!

What are the types of people you admire? - Someone who has personal magnetism and is able to have an unyielding heart in whatever situation.

The type of girl you like? - Family minded. It’ll be nice if she can cook and also likes kids.

When you are in a relationship, do you want to spoil her? Or do you want to be spoiled? - I do not want to be spoiled. If we are talking about [my girlfriend] wanting me to spoil her, I don’t like acting all lovey-dovey in front of everybody.  [So I guess the implication is that he’ll spoil his girlfriend, but only in private.]

Soba guy? Udon guy? - Soba. I don’t eat a lot of udon.

Favourite drink? - Cola.

Will you believe in love at first sight? - Yes!

Which piece of furniture in your room are you fond of? - Sofa. It’s custom made, so I fussed about the size, material, firmness, and width quite a bit.

What are you like in a relaxed state? - At home lying on the sofa.

Within Johnny’s, who are you friends with outside of the members? - Ninomiya-kun and Yamashita-kun. I always go bother Ninomiya-kun at his home.  As for Yamashita-kun, I have gone to Disneyland with him and another guy.

What is your dream / vision for the group’s future? - Thanks to everyone’s support up to now, Hey!Say!JUMP is able to continue on as a group. After this, I want to see each member holding their own solo concert.

What’s your personal dream / vision? - I want to always work steadily as an actor.

What motto do you live by? - “Even if there is just 1% chance, I will never give up.”

What is your schedule like for when you have a day off? - Basically I stay at home, then when night falls, I tend to go out to eat.  At home, I’ll play games then sleep (lol).

When you don’t feel like you’re in good spirits, what do you do to encourage yourself? - Take a stroll.

With which member will you go to the themed park together? - Actually, I hate themed parks. I am really bad with rollercoasters, so knowing that I can’t go on any rides, I don’t really want to go with anybody (lol).

With which member will you go to the public bath house together? - Yuya and Inoo-chan. I had gone with other members before, but I have never gone with those two. It should be pretty leisurely to spend time with them.

With which member will you go to karaoke? - Chinen. We go together all the time.

With which member will you go to hanami (flower viewing)? - I am allergic to pollen and there are lots of bugs, so I don’t go to hanami.

With which member will you go to the pool?  - I won’t go to the pool. I cannot swim.

With which member do you want to spend Halloween? - Dai-chan. He’ll entertain me.

With which member do you want to go to have nabe (hot pot cuisine)? - Since we’ll eat delicious rice, Inoo-chan. He’ll probably say “yummy, yummy” when he eat, you know.

What place do you feel most relieved / relaxed? - My parents’ place.

What do you do to keep yourself healthy? - I will drink supplements.

Are you someone who arrange your bills in one direction? Or not? - I will arrange the bills with the face at the bottom.

What’s the best trip you had so far? - I was able to go to Paris and Los Angeles for work. I thought that was such a treat (lol). I was able to take in the nature in Los Angeles, and in Paris, I saw the buildings on the streets and had fun eating and getting on stage.

Top 3 favourite movies? - 1: “The Great Gatsby”, 2: “About Time”, 3: “(Leon) The Professional”.

Do you have a favourite book? - Not really. While I read manga, I don’t read a lot of books.

How about [your favourite] home cooked dish (mom’s cooking)? - Meat and potato stew.

When you wake up, what’s the first thing you do? - First I turn on the vacuum, then I go brush my teeth. [Does he have a robot vacuum?]

At night, what do you do before going to bed? - Brush my teeth (lol). I brush my teeth then get in bed, I’ll fiddle with my phone for a bit before going to bed.

What do you wear when you go to sleep? - Basically, I wear a pair of underwear! I definitely don’t wear a t-shirt.  Even in winter, I do not wear pants. Instead, I wear a fluffy parka like thing. [So like a fleece sleep dress? :) ]

What do you treasure? - The trophies I get due to my acting jobs. They are displayed at my parents’ place.

How do you de-stress? - I go drinking with my friends.

Favourite scent? - Lemongrass.  When I see it on my travels, I’ll definitely buy some.

What is the thing you most want right now? - Items in the game that lets me teleport! I don’t really have any material needs.

What must you have in your bag? - Toothbrush and cologne.

If you can only eat 1 thing for an entire month, what will it be? - Chicken breast strip. Although it is mild tasting, it is not harmful to the body.

Favourite number? - 4. That is my lucky number.

In terms of meat, what is your favourite? - Beef. But I like grilled meat more than steak.

When you enter into a relationship with your lover, what special favours will you do for her? - I’ll clean her room! For girls who are not good at housecleaning, this is a pretty good favour.

What is the 1 thing you’ll bring to a deserted island? - Lighter.

Tell us 1 secret! - Right now, I’m at the heaviest weight in my life. It’s not muscle but fat… (lol). [Em - we saw the calendar. Didn’t you have a 6 pack?]

If you have a chance for a redo in life, what age will you go back to? - 10 years old. The year I joined Johnny’s & Associates. That said, I don’t want a redo.

If you have to give a title to [your life story], what will it be? - “There are peaks and valleys”.

What will you do if you have to spend 1 million yen in 1 day? - I will take all the staff who is working on my project out for dinner.

What you will say to your 100 year old self! - “You don’t have to try so hard already!” (lol).

What will you do if the world will end in 3 days? - Even though it’s impossible, I want to have 1 live concert.

What is a small problem that’s bugging you right now? - I can’t beat the boss in the game. I tried more than 15 times but I couldn’t do it at all.

If you can use magic? - I’ll go see the world heritage sites. I’ll immediately fly to the ones that people said will be destroyed imminently.

If 100 points is the perfect score, how many points are you? - Around 50 points. When I need to get to 100%, I will go at it with all my might, but when I’m unwinding, I will use close to 0% of energy to unwind.

What are you addicted to? - Cleaning. Although I love cleanliness, when people come over for dinner and spilled stuff, I also don’t care. That’s because I love to put away the mess. However, I hate having dirty stuff lying around, so when everyone’s relaxing, I’ll start vacuuming. Perhaps I’m an annoying host (lol).

Do you have a collection of things? - No.

In 2019, what wish do you want to come true? - I want to have a live tour. I think I definitely want to have 1 tour each year. Privately, I want to go overseas for vacation.

What do you think you'll be like in 10 years? - I think I'll have a beard. I’ll probably appear in the “mature male roles” in dramas, won’t I? I can’t keep going on as the present “Yamada Ryosuke” without changing, you know.

What is Hey!Say!JUMP missing (not have enough of) right now? - Composure.

What’s your go to song at karaoke? - JUJU-san’s “Kiseki wo Nozomu Nara…” (If you want a miracle…”

A memory of karaoke-ing with a member? - There was a time when I went to karaoke with Chinen or someone almost every day and we will compete for the most points. I was very happy when I got my highest point of 96.8.

What is your role in the group? - No matter when, I am usually the first one to speak.  Since the members also wait for me to speak, and the staff-san will ask me questions first, I ended up with this role.

What advice will you give to yourself at debut? - “Your face is going to change, you know! It’ll become a little thinner.”

What is the most memorable thing during the “Heisei” era? - Being part of a group called Hey!Say!JUMP.

What moment did you feel that you have become an adult? - When I stopped being angry [easily].

Tell me Chinen’s weakness! - Knit.

Tell me Nakajima’s weakness! - Dirty things. (Literal meaning.)

Tell me Arioka’s weakness! - Belly button. He hates it when people touch it.

Tell me Takaki’s weakness! - He can’t handle high calorie foods.

Tell me Inoo’s weakness! - Exercise.

Tell me Yaotome’s weakness! - He can’t remember anything.

Tell me Yabu’s weakness! - Tomato.

Tell me Chinen’s allure! - There are so many. He’s a genius. He face the world as a guy who can do do anything and has a very good understanding of himself, which is very good.

Tell me Nakajima’s allure! - He can do anything. He is high-spec (top notch), but he is also hardworking.

Tell me Arioka’s allure! - He’s a positive, bright person. You’ll feel happy just being together with him.

Tell me Takaki’s allure! - Very gentle. Comparing to before, he has a great love for JUMP, he kept talking about “JUMP, JUMP” wherever he goes.

Tell me Inoo’s allure! - Talk power. He honed those skills through “Mezamashi TV”. It feels very comforting to go on location shoots with him in the variety programs.   

Tell me Yaotome’s allure! - His “ojisan-like” personality. He can take a nap wherever he goes. There are moments when that side of him will shine spectacularly as an item (special feature?) of JUMP, so in that sense, he is very reliable.

Tell me Yabu’s allure! - Although he is the oldest, he doesn’t act like “I need to get a hold of myself” a lot. Because of that, the people who are younger than him can feel at ease.  Because we have Yabu-chan, we are able to things confidently, he is truly a reliable bigger brother.

Send a message to Okamoto Keito! - Keito, when are you coming back? How is winter in New York? It’s probably very cold, right? I want to tell you about the live tour, and I also want to hear about your New York life!

[valorkook]

Again | j.jk

pairing: Reader x Jeon Jungkook genre/type: AU | lovey-dovey fluff, romance, inspired by the movie 50 First Dates w.c.: 2k

A week.

A week was what it takes for Jeon Jungkook to create another special memory with you.

Adorned with the dark strap attached to his beloved, yet expensive camera he turned the lens onto you, who is his muse. And you can’t quite find the exact reason as to why he chose you as his subject of his mysterious video project. He never gave you any information.

Perhaps you’ll find it soon enough, when he finds the time to show you a glimpse of what he’s working on. But for now, he and the contents of his camera only heightens your curiosity every day.

All you could ever do every time he points the large lens on you is to either smile or block him with your hands on his equipment whenever you find it too much. From what Jungkook would say, you are just “too shy in front of his camera”. You’re clueless as to why most of his focus was your face, when you are sure that there are far more interesting subjects that might accentuate the whole objective of his endless recording.

Albeit knowing that he’s not good with expressing his feelings well through words, his actions rather proved it to be untrue as you sensed him coming close to you. Gently holding your hand and feeling his warmth engulfed you from behind, he cooed at your effort to finish wiping the table clean, “It’s enough, honey, let’s go to bed.”

With his soft lips ghosting over the expanse of your skin on your shoulder, you affectionately leaned your head back to his shoulder. This small moment with him is forever ingrained in your memory, not noticing the blinking red light of his camera somewhere in the room.

The past few days were not as touchy until tonight, continually feeling him and his fingertips grazing on your forearm as you lose your hold on the rag used for the table. Jungkook urged you towards the dark hallway of your apartment, “Do you want to sleep already?” You asked him, eyes fixating on the digital clock by his desk once you both reached the bedroom. It was already 22:10 PM.

He only hummed in reply, tiredness evident from his tone as he closed the door with his foot. Planting the camera that he brought next to the laptop on his table, he found you near the window. Under the dimmed moonlight, he can still see your beauty; your twinkling eyes that seems to soften whenever you looked at him, your smile that constantly lift him up in times of despair, and your touch that sends warmth through his veins endlessly. They’re still the same.

Your love is still the same no matter how many days, weeks pass by.

Winter snow has yet to come, but the impending coldness never ceased as a shiver made its way through your spine. And he has seen you and felt it too, “The heater won’t be fixed ‘til tomorrow, love.”

The specific term of endearment made you shiver again but only in delight.

Yours and his queen-sized bed was filled with multitude of blankets, and you can’t quite help but to dug inside while he only stares at your child-like actions tonight. Like a kid who cannot wait for Christmas. Only time will tell when he would start to imagine a festive season with you and maybe . . . two to three children that either looks like him or yo—.

“What are you thinking, Jungkook?” You withdrew him from his thoughts. He hasn’t joined you yet. “Come in! I need my personal heater.”

He chuckled as dived in, crawling towards you under the layers of duvet. You weren’t kidding when he felt your icy skin against him. “Am I hot enough to be called like that?” He teased, engulfing you into his embrace.

With your back against his chest, you sensed the breath of his against the crook of your neck. Surprisingly, his arms were much tighter than yesterday, or than any nights before. Nonetheless, he still makes you safe and comfortable in his hug. Loved.

It still feels as if you keep falling in love with him every day. It’s like meeting him for the first time again, and again, and falling head over heels over the boy—the man you imagined to spend the rest of your lifetime with.

And that thought was loud enough for him to ask you a question, diminishing the quietness of the dark bedroom.

“If I were to propose to you somewhere next week, will you accept?”

Your heart thudded against your chest.

“—Will you marry me?” Jungkook added, just like how people say it in romance movies. You were breathless. Your mouth quite ajar as you turned your head to see him, his doe eyes lingering at yours beneath the dimmed light from outside the window.

“I do—I mean yes.” You smiled at him once you faced him, while he only chuckled and pulled you much closer to him, with his thumb caressing ever-so-softly the skin of your hips, peeking under the shirt of his that you were wearing.

“Already preparing for our wedding, I see,” He grinned, “But I haven’t gotten you a ring yet.”

You asked, “Then when?”

“I’m waiting for the Christmas sale tomorrow, you know. And I’m quite broke to afford the ring you want as of this time and date.” It was a slip of his tongue; a mistake on his part to expose something you currently do not know or cannot remember.

Your brows only furrowed in curiosity, “I don’t recall about going into a jewelry shop before, or ever seeing a ring.”

In a poor attempt to change the topic, or ending it, he yawned loudly in reply, “It’s been months since we last visited it, why don’t I tell you the details tomorrow morning? It’s quite a long story.”

With you blinking at his drooping eyes, you only let him get the rest he needed. He was at work for nearly 10 hours today. Leaving you alone with yours and his dog, Gureum, to accompany you until he comes back. He must’ve feel tired to the bones.

“I’ll see you in the morning, love.” He mumbled after resting his head much closer to you, feeling his lips move against your forehead while you breathe in the familiar and comforting scent of his that helped you to rest. Not long and you followed him into sleep, your breathing turned calm. On the other hand, he was keeping himself awake while his eyes were closed, only determined to finish the bits of his video creation before the morning comes. Before you wake up.

He carefully left the side of his bed, leaving you still in deep sleep as he hurriedly turned his laptop open from sleeping mode once he sat in front of his desk. Without producing so much noise, he lifted the chair a bit off the wooden floor and adjusted it near his working space.

You were left clueless at his sneaky way to record the audio of yours and his conversation back in bed. With his phone lying next to you on the nightstand, Jungkook reached for it and stopped the recording before plugging it into his laptop. Into that night, he only spent the rest of his time into completing his compilations of you into one project. Along with a cup of coffee that he rarely needs or drinks, but he’ll make tonight an exception.

And he hoped that your love is still the same. Even if he has done the same procedure (the video making), and asked the same question to you for the past few weeks.

The curtains were left drawn open yesterday and the morning sun crept into the room and hits your eyelids, rendering you awake. The cold chill of the air to your face guaranteed that you were, indeed, conscious—

And weirded out. Why is it so cold in July?

It was the first thing you questioned to yourself, finding yourself covered with the huge amount of blankets only. Jungkook was nowhere to be found beside you, leaving you oddly questioning how he was able to wake up before you. Usually, it’s always you who turns off his alarm every morning.

Has the climate changed so much?

More questions flew in and out of your mind right now, you were sure that the season must be summer. Or the fact that you were assured that it’s the month July. You blindly reached on the bedside table in hopes to find your own phone to check the date, but you only found his laptop open. A video player and a digital post-it appeared on the screen when you accidentally swiped your fingertips on the touchpad.

‘Watch this before finding me –JK’

Feeling lost at the moment, you only obliged to what he had told you through the note before pressing the play button.

Jungkook’s face was the first thing you saw on-screen. His eyes looking past the camera for a few seconds before finally setting his gaze toward the lens, indirectly to you. “Love, you’re probably wondering why the weather’s like this or why you are even watching this.

You may think that it’s still July of 2017 when, in fact, we’re nearly in the end of 2018—“ You quickly hover the cursor on the date at the bottom right corner of the screen, seeing that he was right in the video. “—Please don’t panic at all, love.” He never fails to address you in an endearing way, making your heart flutter.

“Through this video, I’m going to help you recall the past few days or the important things to remember.” You did not miss his handsome smile through the video, as if he’s been wanting to say something that’s probably on the tip of his tongue already.

“First and foremost, I would like to explain to you why you’re experiencing short-term memory loss. Or what Doctor Kim would term the phenomenon you’re having as Goldfield’s syndrome. It is where you’re unable to create new memories every week since you woke up after July 10, 2017 from an unfortunate accident.” He paused from the video. Meanwhile you were astounded that the date he mentioned was the only day you could ever recall, and you can’t remember anything beyond the date or the accident itself.

No memories from the rest of the year, until today. And you’ve felt nothing but hurt when you imagined yourself in his shoes; how he managed to stay in love with you throughout the months. Tears brimmed your eyes as you kept on listening to him through the video he has prepared for you.

“Jungkook love?” His ears perked up at your voice from a distance, eyes finding its way to yours as you stood on the doorway of the bedroom. There you were again, glowing under the morning sun with the same eyes and the same smile adorning your features. And he swore he’ll never miss a chance of seeing you like this.

He smiled, “Yes _______?”

You began walking closer towards him, sitting upon the couch with cups of hot chocolate on the coffee table. As if he’s been waiting for you. Soon enough you found yourself hugging him, with your head resting upon his sturdy shoulder.

And you saying, “I still do want to marry you.”

He can assure that his smile this morning was as bright as the sun outside, but your smile towards him was much brighter that he still feels the same flutter of his stomach when he first met you. Jungkook was sure of marrying you, even if he has to make the effort of doing multiple videos to relive your memories with him and the people you care about.

“I love you.” He mumbled close to your lips, not even giving you a chance to return the same statement when he kissed you.

“ When the morning comes I’ll claim it,

I don’t want to waste one more minute,

I want to feel again, I want to feel again “ - Leanne and Naara, Again 

[sunflowerheartwriting]

Munchkin

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I was inspired by a twitter thread I read but can’t remember where it is, so if you’ve seen it, you know the feels you got when you read it too. Hope you like the oneshot!! 

Prompt: First Valentine’s Day

“Papa, can I pleeeaassee stay home for Valentine’s Day?” The small girl cried, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout as she hugged her father tight around his middle.

The tall man ruffled her dark curly hair chucking softly, “You look too much like your mother when you do that and no. You have school, so you have to go.”

He watched in amusement as she thumped her head repeatedly against his chest whining and mumbling incoherent words his ears couldn't pick up. Even though she was the oldest of their three children, she inherited her short stature from her mother.

“Please dad. I don’t want to go.” She mumbled into his chest, shaking slightly.

She’s been begging him and his wife for a week to stay home, promising that she’ll be good and do whatever they say if she could just stay home this one day. His amusement quickly turned into concern as he bent down, balancing on the balls of his feet to become eye level with her, wiping the small tears that streaked her face.

“Alright munchkin,” Gajeel sighed, “are you gonna tell me what this all about or what?” He questioned softly cupping her cheeks in his hands as if any moment she’ll break. She just shook her head no, refusing to meet her father’s eyes. “Emma? I thought Luke was your usual valentine. Is he not this year?”

When her lips curled into a deep frown, he swore under his breath mentally planning out how we was gonna beat Natsu and his son into a heart shaped pulp.

“He got really sick a few days ago. He’s a little better now, but Aunt Lucy want to make sure he’s better before she sends him back to school.”

“But that still doesn’t explain why you want to stay home.”

“Gajeel,” a soft voice spoke as walking into Emma’s bedroom. He felt her small hand touch his shoulder lightly, causing him to look up at his small wife. “I think I know why.”

He shot her a quizzical glace before looking back at his eldest daughter. “Is it because everyone else will get presents from their valentines at school?” Levy asked with a soft smile.

Emma nodded her head, tears welling up in her eyes again. “Everyone has been talking about it and I’m the only one in my class without a valentine because Luke is sick and it sucks big time, because I have his valentines gift and he has mine but we can't trade them because we cannot see each other and everyone is gonna be happy when they get chocolate and teddy bears while I sit there with nothing.” she rambled on causing her dad to sit there with wide eyes as he absorbed his daughter’s distress.

When she was done, she sucked in a deep breath looking at both her parents with begging eyes. It was her mother that talked first. “Well Honey, you still have to go to school tomorrow, but we can pick you up early maybe?”

“Nope, I have a better idea.” Gajeel spoke with a grin as he stood up to his full height, ruffling his daughter’s hair one more time. “But, you're still going to school, now go to bed!” He said nudging her towards her messily made bed.

Emma groaned and dramatically flopped herself onto the mattress before scrambling under the covers. “Fine!”

“Goodnight,” Her parents said in unison, “we love you.” They received a grunted ‘love you too,’ before she slammed her head into the pillow.

Once they were down the hall and in there room, Levy turned around to face her husband with skeptical eyes and hands on her hips. “What are you planning?”

Looping his arms around her waist to bring her closer to him, he looked down at her with a grin she only knew was trouble. “Gajeel Redfox, you better not embarrass your daughter!”

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The next morning Lily dropped the kids off at school wishing Emma a ‘Happy Valentine’s Day,’ before she begrudgingly got out of her uncle’s truck.

She thanked Lily for the ride and dragged her feet to the front entrance of the school. Disgust and sadness was what she felt as soon she saw all the lovey dovey couples and friends exchanging gifts. She did bring some for her friends but they weren’t as nice as the one she made for Luke.

“Four periods, I just have to make it through four periods and lunch and I’m home free.” She groaned walking to her class. Even though she was in a foul mood she was still dressed for the holiday. Red ribbon tying her hair back, black sweater with a red heart and jeans.

With the second period almost over, Emma was ready to just skip school altogether or hide out in the library until the final bell rung. But she knew, she would get in serious trouble with either options. Slumping down into her seat, groaning lightly, she listened to her teacher drone on about the history of Magnolia, when a knock on the door interrupted them.

Stopping mid-lecture, the teacher welcome the new comer who walked in with a huge panther like teddy bear that had a red envelope secured in its paws and a big heart shape box of chocolates. ‘Must be nice…’ Emma thought as jealousy seeped into her bones.

“Sorry to interrupt but I have a special delivery for a girl in this class,” The delivery man spoke, causing the most of the girls to interrupt in ‘Me! Me! It’s for me!’ “It’s for a uh,” the deliveryman shifted the panther in his arm to take out a piece of paper from his pocket, “Emma the Munchkin.”

Emma quickly perked up at the sound of her name and the nickname her dad called her since birth. She must’ve sat there looking like a deer in the headlights for a while because her teacher motioned for her to get up and come to the front. Standing up, her body felt like it was on autopilot as she walked to the gifts, accepting the gifts that were definitely bigger than what she could actually carry. But, with a little maneuvering she was able to. With the chocolates on her desk and panther in her lap, she slowly took the card from its paws and opened it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Emma! This is just Pt. 1 of your two part present. Love, your secret admirer. ;)” The card read with terrible handwriting and cutely drawn hearts and screws, she knew were her father’s doing.

Sniffling, she quickly slide the card back into the envelope before hugging the panther tightly, trying to keep herself from crying in the middle of class.

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With the school day over, Emma was smiling like an idiot as she walked out of the building to the parent pick up, but before she could look for her parent’s car she was stopped by a dark skinned man dressed in a three piece suit and sunglasses.

“Lily?” She asked startled by the sudden man that stepped in front of her.

The man smiled, bowing at the waist, “Yes, ma’am. I’m here to escort you to your chariot where your date awaits.” He said, taking the gifts from her, walking in the direction of her ‘chariot’.

“My date?” She quipped looking up at Lily who only smiled down at her.

It didn’t take long for them to reach her parent’s car, where her father was waiting, wearing a white suit holding a bouquet of roses and a wide grin. “I promised your mom and Lily no song, so I guess flowers will have to do.” Gajeel beamed at the sight of his stunned daughter. Quickly adjusting the flowers into one hand, he welcomed the girl that flung herself into his arms.

[kookie-vith-suga]

Act

Summary: “Just pretend to be my boyfriend till he comes back” or the time you asked the twin brother of your boyfriend to help you out

Word count: 1872

Warnings: Nothing

Author’s note: I hope this makes any sense. 

–> Masterlist <–

Recent: Distance  –>  Closeness --> Unification

“Why do you never bring a boyfriend with you?”, my aunt asked.

“Because I don’t have one.” I tried to sound polite.

“But you are a beautiful young lady. Why are you not putting yourself out there?! When I was your age...I knew how to live life..” She winked at me. Did my 65 year old aunt just told me that my life is boring.. I think I hit rock bottom.

“Even your sister found someone and she is younger than you”, my grandmother barged in.

“I am well aware of that”, I surpressed the urge to roll my eyes. “Have you ever thought about the fact that I maybe don’t want a boyfriend? I am perfectly fine by myself.”

Everyone started laughing. “Don’t lie, Y/N.”

“This is for real something only single people would say.”

“Maybe she is gay...”

The comments were thrown in from all sides burying my little bit of pride that I had left. I groaned in frustration and got up.

That had been me last year. I have sworn myself this year would be different and I should be proven right.

“The holidays started”, I sighed and looked at the clock. My shift was over just now.

“You should be thankful that you can visit your hometown”, my colleague pointed out, “I cannot go since they are living to far away.”

“I know and I am thankful...but sometimes my family can also be a whole handful when they all gathered up.”

“That is how familys work though...”, she shrugged.

I started gathering my clothes. “I am off. Happy Thanksgiving!” I hugged her goodbye.

“Happy Thanksgiving and greetings to everyone! I am sure it is gonna be fine so enjoy your time”, she showed me a warming smile.

“If you knew”, you mumbled to yourself while leaving the office.

“Namjoon it is me. Are you there?”

“Hey babe.” He exited the living room with a small suitcase in his hands. He put it down and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. My heart still skipped a beat every minor contact we have. He went back to his room so I followed him. The doors of his wardrobe were torn open and he had the suitcase sprawled out on the bed.

“Why are you packing already? We will not leave before tomorrow morning”, I questioned lying down on his bed stretching my limbs.

“Oh umm about that...”, he stopped and faced me scratching his neck, “Something very important has come up and I have to work. My flight is leaving tonight.”

“What?!”, I straightened and eyed him with a careful look, “You are joking right? Please tell me this is one of your stupid jokes!”

“Unfortunately not...But I will try to come as soon as I am done.”

“And how long will you be away then?”

“I don’t know. The deal can be sealed tomorrow but also next week”, he sat down next to me and tried reaching for me.

“Really?! Next week?”, I slapped his hand away, “You promised that you will come with me! I told everyone about it already. What am I supposed to say now?”

“I know this meant a lot to you, babe but I cannot change it. Just tell them we will meet them on Christmas.”

“No! You don’t understand this! My family consists of the most invasive people you can imagine. They will not believe me and say that I lied about you”

“Come one Y/N. I am sure it is not like this. Also maybe I will be able to catch up. Then you do not need to worry so could you just calm down for now.”

“Just calm down”, I repeated angrily, “You know what. Don’t bother! Just stay here alone and eat some deep-frozen turkey. I don’t want to see you anyway.”

“Y/N...you don’t mean it that way. You are just angry.”

“I mean it exactly like I said it! And stop analyzing me! I get it, you are the mature one and I am just the whiny kid! Good day, Namjoon.” I stormed out of his room. I had a hard time suppressing my tears when I put on my shoes. As I straightened and grabbed my bag from the shelf I accidentally kicked down a photo. Quickly I picked it up again. It showed Namjoon and next to him a guy who looked like an exact copy of him. Suddenly an idea stroke through my head but it was interrupted by Namjoon calling for me. I hurried out the door with a smile on my face. That is what you get for leaving me hanging!

“You want me to do what?”, a clearly perplexed Hoseok questioned.

“Just be my boyfriend till he comes back”, I stated like it was obvious.

He chuckled. “Do you heard what you say?”

“I know it is something rather strange to ask but I really need your help!”, I made a pouty face.

“Does Namjoon know about this?”

“Of course! He even suggested it since he knew I would be angry”, I lied biting down on my lip hoping he would believe me.

“Fine then. I will do it. When will we leave?”

It took a load of my mind. “Thank you so much!”,I hugged happily, “Tomorrow morning.”

“Great!”, his arms wrapped around me as well.

We pulled up the driveway in front of my parents house. The drive was quite enjoyable to my surprise. I told him something about all the family members who will join us so he will not be too shocked. He laughed a lot about my descriptions not knowing that they were all true. He will see it himself soon. We knocked and only a second later my mom opened the door.

“Y/N!”, she took me in her arms and planted kisses all over my face, “It is so good to have you back.”

“Hello to you too....But can you maybe let go of me now so I can breath again?”, I laughed.

She let go laughing as well. “Sure, sure. Come on in guys.” We did as we were said. She waited till we have put down our baggage to greet Hoseok.

“You must be Namjoon. I gotta say you look even more handsome than on the pictures she showed me”, she exclaimedoverly excited, “It is really so nice to finally meet you in person too! I fell like I have known you already for a long time since all Y/N does is talking about you.” My mom pulled him into a hug.

“Is that so?” He looked over her shoulder to me and grinned cheekily. “I am quite surprised.”

I shot him a death glare and mouthed: “Play along.”

She let go of him. “Sure she does. But what is more important now: How was your drive? Did you had a lot of traffic? You guys must be hungry! I just made a pie. It is still warm.”

“Thank you mom but I think we will go upstairs first and unpa-”

“I really like to have a piece of pie. Thank you Miss Y/L/N”, he interrupted me looking at my mother.

“Why so formal? Just call me Jane! We are one family now, sweetie. Okay follow me.” My mom headed to the kitchen.

“Thank you Jane. By the way you got a beautiful house here.” He completly ignored my second attempt of an death glare and walked behind her.

I sighed out loud starting to regret that idea. I think I might as well can expect the worst....

We kinda survived the first few hours. More and more relalitives have arrived  so the house was pretty packed now. Everyone was incredible curious about me “finally” having a  boyfriend that I could not spare a second alone with Hoseok to set some rules. Hoseok seemed to pretty much enjoy this whole play. He was using every chance to put his hands on me. My waist, my thigh or even my ass always combined with a devilish smirk because he must be well aware that I will not push him away as long as everyone was watching. So I tried to keep my distance by finding excuses to not always stay by his side.

He was currently talking to my aunt when I walked up to him.

“Oh Y/N! You really got a smart boyfriend here.”

“Aha. Thank you”, I answered halfhearted smile.

“What is it with that frown? Be a little more thankful or else he could be gone soon again.”

I did not had to look over to him because I knew he would have that fucking grin up his face.

“You should listen to her. She is a wise lady”, he nudged me with his elbow.

That was the moment I was close to exploding. “Excuse us please.” I grabbed his arm forcefully and made him follow me into the nearest room which happened to be my parents bedroom.

“I do like it rough but not exactly like that”, he rubbed over his arm.

“What is fucking wrong with you? Do you need to behave like this?”

“Like what?”

“Don’t you dare to play dumb!”

“I thought you want me to act like your boyfriend”, he remarked dryly.

“Yeah ACT is the special key word here. Because to me it does not seem like this is hard for you...”

“Because it isn’t.”

“Well maybe then you should hold yourself back a little more since I am still Namjoon’s girlfriend.”

“Are you sure? Because either you are lying to yourself or you have lied to me. I know for a fact that Namjoon would never agree to such a settlement if he knew it. Especially not if it meant that I could be all lovey dovey with his “girlfriend”, he emphazised the last word mockingly, “He was always the jealous one of us.”

I opened my mouth only to let it fall shut again. “I am sorry”, I said after a while sitting down on the bed.

“I should apologise too. I kinda overstepped the boundaries but I wanted to hear it from you.”

“So you knew it all along?”

He nodded.

“Why did you accepted it in the first place then?” I did not know how or why, but he got me curious.

“Maybe because I wanted to score him off for always being so complacent.”

“Maybe?”

“But maybe also because I liked you ever since we have met that day and wanted to convince you that you have chosen the wrong brother...”

He was standing right in front of me slowly bending down. I automatically moved backwards till I was fully lying down and he was towering over me.

“May-be?”, it fell slowly from my lips. I would have lied if I would not say my heart was beating at an unusual fast pace.

“Or maybe because I have always wondered how these sweet, rosy lips would taste.” He was tracing the outlines with his thumb. His scent was engulfing me as his lips came dangerously close to mine.

Suddenly the door was opened. Both of our heads shot into the direction.

Fuck.

That escalated quickly :D It really took me way too long to write but now it is done :) I hope you like this @cherrygatz ♥

Please tell me if you want me to continue ;)

[imsarabum]

{PART 18} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; The crowning moment arises when you and Jungkook arrive at the fundraising ball; but the storm clouds gather as you come face to face with your greatest fear.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 17} {Part 18} {Part 19}

Jungkook stood facing the quaint window that gave him a beautiful view of the outside of Taehyung’s boutique as he waited patiently for your return. Jimin had since assisted him with his custom-made suit – classic black and white, but with a blood-red, silk cravat and red-lined, diamond embellished cufflinks that gave his whole look an expensive, yet elegant feel.

“Is this what…nervousness feels like?” Jungkook pondered to himself – feeling what could only be described as tiny wings of butterflies fluttering around inside his stomach. Jungkook let a smile gingerly unfold upon his face, knowing that he was much like many of the boys he had observed in romance novels and movies as they waited for their significant other, before accompanying them on a date. Jimin stood to the left of Jungkook – doing some final touches to his own outfit in the mirror, but also secretly observing how Jungkook kept his hands behind his back and shyly twiddled his fingers. “If I didn’t know any better, the Prince looks just like a normal man…is that the power of (Y/N)’s love?” Jimin wondered, thinking back to how he felt when he touched you. Jimin knew from Taehyung and Jungkook about your touch – but had never felt it directly himself until moments ago. Although it was only for a few seconds, Jimin could feel the beginnings of a change within himself; what that change was, however – remained to be seen.

It was then that Jungkook heard footsteps approaching the back door – causing him to spin around on the spot as he was fully aware of your presence. Your powerful, intoxicating aroma that always held him captive was prevalent in the air around him once more. Jimin turned to the door too – hardly able to contain his excitement to witness how Jungkook would react. And with that, the door opened to reveal both you and Taehyung as he guided you back into the main area of the boutique.

“May I present to you; your lady for this evening, Miss (Y/N)~”

Jungkook’s eyes widened like two saucers upon taking in the entire sight of you. His mouth became dry and wet both at the same time as your beauty stole the breath from his lungs – leaving him speechless on the spot. You could barely keep your stare on him – half embarrassed at the whole showy ordeal, but the way he looked at you was so intense that you felt your skin was on fire. He couldn’t find the mental capacity to focus on each thing about you – other than the way you practically glowed with enchantment; with the colour of the dress being ever so fitting for a woman so ignorant of her Vampire lover.

“(Y/N)…” Jungkook finally breathed as Taehyung ushered you forward by yourself.

“Turn around – let him see” Taehyung spoke softly as you obeyed his instruction – letting Jungkook feast his eyes on the thousands of sparkles that collected the lights in the room. Jungkook was never a being to be blown away by material goodness, but the way you looked in that moment – everything from the softness of your hair, skin and the way the dress hugged you in all the right places; left him absolutely decimated in the most enthralling way possible.

You turned around to face him once more, stopping before him with just a few feet laying between you both as your mouth curled into a shy smile. One of the millions of things that Jungkook loved about you was your smile – and how well you wore it, especially in front of him. Feeling rather nervous at his gaping silence, you raised your hand to your ear, tucking one of your curls behind it as you dipped your head in between your shoulders.

“So…what do you think?” you asked, a playful giddiness apparent in your voice as you avoided his eyes.

Without further hesitation, Jungkook stepped forward – almost eliminating any space between your bodies. Raising his hand to your chin and angling it upwards to his face, he bore his eyes straight into yours – almost as if he were studying you and questioning to himself if this exquisite beauty in front of him could actually be real, before his voice resounded in the air around you. “(Y/N)…you are the most…beautiful, mesmerising thing I have ever seen in all my years alive” his voice was low, husky – with an edge of sensuality. He looked at you as if you were the only thing he had ever known; and it made your insides heat up to a boiling point you never knew existed. You knew that Jungkook thought you were beautiful, for he had informed you many times of this fact. But the way he said it – with the way he looked at you in that moment, you truly felt the emotion inside of him, in every way imaginable.

“…you don’t look half bad yourself” you gave him a wry smile as you reached towards his cravat, letting one of your fingers glide along the silk as Jungkook returned your grin in light of your back-handedness. “I’m just kidding; you look so handsome, Jungkook” your voice took a serious tone as you stared back at him – both of you almost completely forgetting that Taehyung and Jimin were still there, too.

“It appears that you and I may have attributed to the wonders of the world” Taehyung whispered to Jimin as he came up behind him, throwing his arms over his shoulders while giving him a warm back hug. “Normally I find moments like this sickening – but…they’re different somehow” he whispered again – with Jimin nodding in response as he laced his fingers with Taehyung’s.

“We can hear you, you know” Jungkook murmured to Taehyung – never once taking his eyes off you as you as all four of you shared the same gentle chuckle. You didn’t even realise it, but Jungkook had since raised his hands to either side of your shoulders – ghosting them gently up and down your arms and feeling the natural warmth of your skin passing into him like a transfer of energy that he couldn’t resist. You continued to let your cheeks be adorned with a pink hue, before you saw Jungkook reaching into his pocket – only to produce a black, velvet jewellery box. Taehyung gasped at the sight of it – as did Jimin, all three of you thinking the exact same thing.

“I may have had an inkling that Taehyung and Jimin were using crystals and diamonds on your dress, so with that thought in mind; I wanted to give you a gift…” his voice was as soft as a gentle breeze, causing your stomach to flutter and your heart to speed up. Jungkook smiled angelically, before opening the box to reveal the most exquisite pair of teardrop, diamond earrings on a platinum setting that you had ever seen. Meanwhile – Taehyung and Jimin almost toppled over each other in an attempt to try and get a glimpse of what was inside, with Taehyung thinking “If he gives her pearls to wear with that outfit – I’ll kill him!”

“Oh! Thank goodness~ they’re Cartier diamonds – for a second I thought you were about to ruin her outfit” Taehyung breathed a sigh of relief as Jimin shook his head and let out a hearty chuckle.

“Jungkook…” you finally breathed, watching him take the earrings out of the box before taking it upon himself to place them in your lobes. “You know that I don’t need things like this…” you begged with a heartbroken tone.

“You don’t like them?” his voice was coy as he moved to your other ear to finish placing the final earring.

“No! They’re…they’re breathtaking. It’s just, I don’t need expensive things…the only thing I need, well – is you” you bleated bashfully as you faced the floor. Jungkook grinned from ear to ear at your endearing, heart-felt words, before he took you by your shoulders and swung you round gently to face the mirror behind you. You looked up – seeing the image of you with Jungkook; thinking to yourself that you look like a pair of ridiculously beautiful royals, but you weren’t able to take your eyes off the way Jungkook wasn’t looking at his reflection. He was looking directly at you.

“I know you don’t need them. But this is my gift to you…even though I can never match the gift you have given to me” he whispered – his words being lightly carnal and husky in your ear.

“What gift did I give to you?” you felt a small jolt of confusion pass through you, before Jungkook pressed his lips to your skin, and murmured once more.

“You’ve given me the greatest gift of them all; one that even the rarest, most expensive diamond in the world couldn’t compare with” he kissed your ear gently, “The greatest gift is you. And you, (Y/N); you cannot be bought, for you are priceless…and I love you” Jungkook closed his eyes and pressed his lips to your temple – thinking to himself that he could care less about Taehyung and Jimin being able to witness the delicate tenderness he let bleed out of him. His words hit you like a heavy bag of bricks as you reeled your head back to look into his deep mahogany eyes that seemingly held you in the grasp of his enchantment.

“As are you, to me” you whispered – both of you smiling like stars on the darkest of nights.

“Alright, alright, enough of this lovey-dovey business; we have a ball to attend!” Taehyung interrupted both of you as he clapped his hands together and brought you both back to reality. Still feeling caught up in your sentimentality, you turned with a grin to both Taehyung and Jimin. You had already thanked Taehyung from the bottom of your heart, but this time you wanted to extend your gratitude to Jimin for his intricate crystal work.

“Jimin – I never got a chance to thank you before, but the crystals…and this pashmina are so, incredibly gorgeous” you said as you took five long strides towards him – with Taehyung moving aside slightly and Jungkook widening his eyes at your sudden movements towards the natum lamia.

“It’s no problem (Y/N), I –“Jimin began, before he was abruptly cut off by you throwing your arms over his shoulders and pulling him right into your enveloped embrace. As Jimin was still only dressed in his light dress shirt – he could feel your skin through the faint material of your gown; and for a moment, he almost lost himself entirely. Warning bells rang off inside Jungkook’s head as he made an attempt to sprint towards you to pull you away as he witnessed Jimin’s face in the crook of your neck – his fangs fully protruded just millimetres away from your skin as a natural reflex in response to your closeness and an animalistic look present on his features. However, Taehyung moved just as quickly as Jungkook to block his path, grabbing the Prince by his wrist – both Vampires looking at each other; Jungkook glaring at Taehyung as if he had lost his damn mind.

“Wait…” Taehyung whispered to his cousin. “Watch…”

Jungkook – almost out of breath, looked over towards you and Jimin, dreading what he would observe. And; to his complete surprise, he saw Jimin’s face that was contorted in woe and blood frenzy just a moment ago – was now relaxed…and he was no longer a canvas of deathly grey tones.

“What…what’s happening?!” Jungkook screamed internally, seeing Jimin’s skin change from its previous pigment to the colour of golden sand as the seconds ticked by. Jimin – whose body was as stiff as a piece of metal when you first hugged him, was now circling his arms around you – the back of your dress allowing his fingers to brush with your skin that kindled even the most twisted parts of his natum lamia state. His once protruding fangs had all but disappeared as they were replaced by the most genuine smile of happiness; and what looked to be like a glowing aura of radiant light, circled around you both that was only visible to the Vampiric eye. Jungkook and Taehyung – now aware of Arjana and Dmitri’s presence in the room as they too felt a shift in the atmosphere, all witnessed the sound of Jimin’s beating heart. In that moment, Jungkook looked to Taehyung, both of them with confused, yet wondrous and dumbfounded expressions on their face – and they both knew exactly what had just happened.

“I can’t believe it…” Jungkook thought to himself, completely at a loss for words.

“Jimin…he – he’s no longer natum lamia” Taehyung’s eyes were wide and wild with excitement as he let go of Jungkook’s wrist.

“He’s…he’s a full Vampire now” Jungkook concluded from the new smell and feeling in the atmosphere that radiated from Jimin. Jungkook glanced in Taehyung’s direction once more, with the two Vampires passing knowing, yet enigmatic looks between each other. It was now extremely apparent to even Jimin, that he was no longer natum lamia. What was of more importance, however, was the fact that your touch – and your touch alone, had seemingly sped up the process of Jimin turning into a fully fledged Vampire; reducing it to a matter of seconds which was in theory, impossible. Your ability was also no longer just a mere mystery to both Jungkook and Taehyung; you had become an absolutely unfathomable phenomenon.

Meanwhile, being completely unaware in the bliss of pure ignorance, you continued hugging Jimin as if your life depended on it – smelling the sweetness of his natural scent as your right cheek brushed with his. You had noticed that now, he felt much warmer in comparison to how cold his fingers were when he first touched you, but you thought nothing of it.

“Thank you, Jimin” you whispered to him, your grip around him getting tighter as you felt him do the same.

“…you’re so welcome, (Y/N)” Jimin’s voice was as gentle as ever in your ear. “And thank you…too” he thought to himself, fully in the knowledge that you had no idea you had just essentially freed him from a hellish purgatory that you couldn’t even begin to imagine. You broke the hug first, stepping back from him and cupping your hand over his cheek to smile at him once more, before nodding and turning back round to Jungkook and Taehyung.

“So – this ball, we ready?”

After saying your goodbye’s to Arjana and Dmitri – with Taehyung and Jimin telling you that they’d be along shortly, you and Jungkook set off once again in the direction of the ball with both of you now dressed to the nines. Jungkook had informed you that it would be held in a grand, Grecian style event hall that was often used for business banquets and wedding receptions – making you more than excited to witness the grandeur of how the other half lived.

“There’s also one other thing I thought you should know, before we arrive” Jungkook spoke up with the car fast-approaching your destination. You turned to look at him – marvelling at his handsome side-profile, hardly believing that you would be walking into this event not only as his personal assistant, but as his significant other too.

“What is it?” you asked with a smile on your face, your voice gentle as you blinked in wait of his response.

“You remember me talking about my parents before, yes?” Jungkook questioned, never taking his eyes off the road as he took a right turn at a set of traffic lights. You had both been en-route for around fifteen minutes now, with five more minutes left until your arrival. You shifted in your seat a little, thinking back to when he first brought them up at the Italian restaurant.

“Yes~ I do. Why? Will they be there tonight?” you asked, already knowing the answer as you had done more than enough research to know that his parents had orchestrated the event for many years.

“Indeed they will. My father – you already know his name, Jeon Jeonju. But my mother is Jeon Serrena. My two sisters, Hyeja and Chaewon will be there tonight with their husband’s also. We’ll be sitting with them at the top table…is that okay with you?” Jungkook seemed to harbour a slight element of nervousness at how you might possibly react to know that you’d be meeting his family for the first time at such an event.

“I mean – I’ll be a little nervous because it’s the first time for me to meet them but…I’m excited to meet your family, Jungkook” you gave him a smile, but on the inside you felt like you were about to walk into the viper’s pit. You’d often heard others talk about the ‘woes of their in-laws’ and how stressful it can be to hope to live up to their expectations; especially in your situation as you were a mere commoner compared to your boyfriend and CEO, Jeon Jungkook. “I’ll just be myself – that’s all I can do, right?” you thought.

“You mentioned as well that Hyeja is the oldest with her own kids, right? And…and Chaewon…” you thought back to Jungkook’s words in the restaurant – “Unfortunately, Chaewon and her husband…well, they are still trying to bear children”

Jungkook gave you a faint smile. “You remembered” he looked over to you, feeling rather warm inside that you seemed to retain every single piece of information he ever gave you about his life. “Yes, Hyeja is older than Chaewon, and I am the youngest child” he nodded as he began slowing down his speed.

“You’re the baby of the family~” you reached over and gently took his cheek in between your finger and thumb – your words making Jungkook smile uncontrollably as he had never heard himself being described in that way. Jungkook portrayed the physical image of a thirty year old man – so to a human, it would seem that he was in the prime of his life. But in reality, he would be celebrating his four-hundred and first birthday this year; which in Vampire terms, meant he was still extremely young. His eldest sister, Hyeja –sat at nine-hundred and eighty-nine years old; with Chaewon being a middle ground of six-hundred and forty-two. However, Jungkook’s parents – the King and Queen of the Eternal Kingdom, started their royal reign and family much later in their Vampiric lives compared with other Vampires. Jungkook’s father, Jeonju – stood at a grand age of seven-thousand, eight-hundred and ninety-seven years old; and his mother, Serrena? A whopping eight-thousand, five-hundred and twenty-three years old.

In no time at all, you and Jungkook were pulling up outside the large, tall standing, off-white building – decked out with spirals of upward-facing spotlights that shone directly into the early night sky at either end of the plush red-carpet that led to the main doorway. You found yourself uncomfortably holding your breath as you caught sight of the paparazzi that stood in wait of the many important figures to arrive to the ball – all while you ogled the tall, Grecian style pillars that supported the front marble-arch that all helped to hold the heavy weight of the building above it.

“(Y/N)?” Jungkook placed his hand on your thigh, knowing full well that you were anxiously holding your breath from the way your heartbeat began to slow down.

“Hm?” you barely uttered a whisper, before Jungkook angled your face towards his by taking a firm, yet gentle grasp of your chin.

“Are you nervous, my love?” his tender voice was soothing – but not enough to calm your thoughts.

“No! I…” you trailed off, seeing Jungkook raise an eyebrow at you knowingly. “Yes…a little. It’s just…the cameras and the people. I know that the pictures get published to the Forbes magazine and whatnot. It’s kind of all new to me…” you looked outside once again, letting your anxiety of the whole situation almost get the better of you. Jungkook sighed as he moved his face closer to you – taking you by complete surprise as his lips found their way on to yours. For a moment, you were hardly able to catch your breath – feeling how warm and eager his mouth was as his kiss ranged from soft to needy gasps, making you completely forget about everything around you, as if time had truly stopped. It was then that you were thankful for Jungkook’s car having tinted windows – making your private, intimate moment just that; private.

“I know that it must be a little daunting for you. But” he paused, his nose against yours as his eyes stayed fixated on you, “Just pretend that the only people there are you and I. Keep looking at me – and I won’t take my eyes off you. How could I? You’re absolutely breathtaking” he whispered, offering you a glistening smile that made you feel slightly light-headed. You breathed on to his lips, feeling a little more at ease at the thought of having him there with you the entire time.

“And besides” he spoke up once more as he reached over and removed your seatbelt before facing you once again, his eyes sparkling with a somewhat carnal look that instantly made you tense your body up in excitement. “After this is all over, and after I get you back home…I’m afraid the gentleman you see in me tonight will completely disappear. This dress is exquisite; but what lies in wait underneath…is all mine”

Meanwhile, as you and Jungkook proceeded to step out of the car – with Jungkook giving his keys to the valet service before both of you stood to get your pictures taken; Jungkook’s mother and father, Jeon Serrena and Jeon Jeonju were already aware of their only son’s presence as they both sat at the top table inside, enjoying some fine merlot in wait of their his arrival. Being the King and Queen of Vampires, they held the utmost regal power among any other Vampires in the world. Unbeknownst to you – both Vampires and unsuspecting humans attended the annual fundraising ball; as most Vampires took it upon themselves to be involved in the medical world and research of manufacturing blood to keep their thirst humane and at bay.

“My dear – it appears our son has just entered the building” Jeonju leaned over to his wife – his impeccable suit being just as wonderful as he; hair as black as the night with eyes to match and smile lines in the creases of his clean shaven face.

“Mmmh~ yes my love. I’ve been looking forward to seeing him tonight, it’s been a moment too long” Serrena leaned back to brush cheeks with her husband, her long, wavy, raven hair that was swept over to the side cascading down her virginal white dress, with black appliqué flowers that travelled from her shoulder down to her foot. “And it appears that he has brought another one of his human escort lady-friends – this one smells quite delightful, however~” she purred kittenishly into his ear as both of their eyes sat in wait of the doors to open at any moment.

Jungkook kept his arm tightly locked around you as you both made your way into the building – hearing the paparazzi shouting “Hello Mr. Jeon! Pose for a picture Mr. Jeon? Can the lady turn to the left a bit? Perfect!” as you both stood to grant the photographers the pictures that would be printed fresh in the magazines and papers come Monday morning. You felt rather embarrassed about having to stand and smile while a million flashes went off in your face – but upon looking to Jungkook, he looked somewhat like proper model material as he deftly adorned a professional businessman-like smile on his face that both dazzled and dizzied you.

After finishing with the paparazzi, Jungkook placed his hand on the small of your back as he ushered you in through the front doors where you were both met by two doormen – one at either side who greeted you both.

“Ah, Mr. Jeon – it’s a pleasure to see you again. Shall I proceed with the usual announcements?” the taller of the two men to your left addressed Jungkook as the one on the right smiled and offered you his respectful inclinations. You tilted your head slightly as you looked to Jungkook. “Announcements?” you gave him a confused blink.

“Proceed with my usual titles, but may I ask that this time, could you please include the name of my partner?” Jungkook put emphasis on his use of ‘partner’ that still made you smile every time you heard it as he gave your arm a loving, reassuring squeeze. In previous years, Jungkook never would have announced the name of his female companion as essentially - she meant nothing to him other than for show; which she was always well aware of as well. Jungkook never mixed his business with pleasure…but, since then, Jungkook had found you to call his own.

“Oh! Absolutely Sir – how would the lady like to be addressed – Madam?” the man looked to you, holding a leather-bound black book that held all the names of the guests that had been introduced to the ball that evening.

“Uh – just Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is quite alright, thank you Sir” you replied with a nod as he diligently took down your name in his book.

“Lovely – thank you very much Madam. Are we ready to go?” the man extended his arm in the direction of the imposing, ornate-white double doors that obviously led into the main area of the ball. You felt positively overwhelmed – being called Madam, being attached to Jungkook’s hip as his partner and looking like you had come from a long line of rich and famous business families as you felt a small sweat begin to appear over your shoulder blades.

“Sweetheart” Jungkook leaned down to your ear. “Everything is okay – I promise you. I’ve got you, alright? There’s no need to be afeared – you’re safe” a heavenly smile danced on Jungkook’s lips as he took your hand in his. “There are a few steps that lead down into the ball. The man there – Ryouku, will introduce us both upon opening the doors, to which we will stand for a few seconds as the guests look up to us. Then, we will descend the staircase and make our way to the top table” he quickly informed you as you both began following Ryouku towards the doors.

“The guests look up at us?” you repeated, already being able to feel eyes on you – yet not even being present in the room with them.

“Yes, but remember – I’m here with you. It’s nerve-wrecking for me, too. So I’m glad you’re here with me as well…” Jungkook told you somewhat of a little white lie to calm you, but his gentle, soothing tone seemed to have an effect as you took a deep breath – both of you standing before the doors. “All you have to do is smile, hold on to me…and the rest will come naturally. Don’t worry about a thing – okay?” he whispered as his arm snaked around your waist from behind, pulling you closer towards his body before you placed your own arm around his waist, too. Jungkook knew from your vitals that you were absolutely terrified – and that was putting it lightly. He understood that you were not used to this side of his life, but he knew that he would be there – right by your side to protect you and offer you a sense of safety; even in the faces of many curious eyes wondering as to who this human woman beside the Royal Prince of the Eternal Kingdom was.

You and Jungkook both looked forward as the double doors opened – letting you feast your eyes on the marvellous interior filled with the elegant guests below you; some sitting around their tables and some standing to chat with various others. But the moment you both took a step inside – all eyes were on you.

“May I present; Mr. Jeon Jungkook – CEO of Jeon Corporation, son of Sir Jeon Jeonju and Lady Jeon Serrena…and his partner, Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N)” Ryouku’s voice rang loud and clear throughout the room thanks to the microphone system set up for announcements. Your face automatically donned an embarrassed smile as you noticed all of the guests instantly looking up towards you both – their eyes scanning over every single inch of your demeanour and presence.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” you repeated over and over in your head as you tried to avert your eyes away from their gaze to look up to Jungkook – who was already looking directly at you.

“Shall we?” he held his hand out to assist you in your heels to begin walking down the marble staircase to join the other guests. You swallowed hard, praying to whatever god that was listening in the hopes of you not taking a tumble down the steps and embarrassing yourself into the next century. However, with Jungkook’s assistance, you made it to the bottom with ease as you held your dress up slightly to allow you clear vision of where your feet placed themselves below you.

Across the room, Jeonju and Serrena - who had since stood up and moved to the front of their circular table to greet their son, both watched you and Jungkook with more than intrigued eyes.

“His partner?” Jeonju conversed in a low tone to his wife – both of them smiling and showing face to the other guests in the room.

“My, my. I was expecting Jungkook to turn up with one of his usual companions. This…is quite a surprise, isn’t it my darling?” Serrena raised her eyebrows as her eyes glided down your dress – knowing exactly who and where you got it from.

“She obviously means a great deal to our son, Jeonju” Serrena whispered as she folded her hands in front of her – watching Jungkook pull you closer to him as you both waded your way though the many guests that stood to greet him.

“Yes – I could smell it the moment the doors opened” Jeonju held back a slight scoff at the notion of his own son mating with a human.

“Mmm. That’s not what I was referring to my dear. Her dress was made by none other than our dear Taehyung…” Serrena’s eyes twinkled. “Jungkook wouldn’t have gone to all the effort for her if she wasn’t special to him…and neither would Taehyung – especially not for a mere human girl. Curious…” she concluded.

“What does that have to do with anything my love?” Jeonju angled his head in Serrena’s direction after watching Jungkook grip you tighter – always keeping you within his grasp as you were both almost at the three, small steps before the top table.

“Oh Jeonju, come now. You have eyes – yes? Can’t you see the way our son is holding this creature of beauty?” Serrena softly spoken voice murmured to her husband as she looked him in his eyes. “His body language screams ‘protector.’ He’s making every single Vampire and human in this room aware that she belongs to him~” she grinned wickedly, making Jeonju chuckle in turn.

“It seems we’re in for an interesting night, my beautiful wife~” Jeonju smiled back at her as Jungkook looked up to them both – donning a reminiscent smile in fondness of his parents.

“Let’s greet our son and his…guest, shall we?” Serrena smiled back to Jungkook as they both approached you, both parties meeting the other at the steps.

“Jungkook – darling, it’s so good to see you again” Serrena kissed Jungkook on either side of his cheeks while her hands placed themselves on his shoulders. You stood back a little – wondering who this absolute vision of elegance was that currently had her hands all over your boyfriend. You observed the way she held herself with such grace and opulence – the way her white dress hugged her figure in a fish-tail fashion that trailed around her feet and the way the black lace around her shoulders formed into flowers that travelled from her chest to the bottom of her dress that ultimately accentuated her entire silhouette. Another thing you noticed – was that out of everyone in the room that night…you and this woman were unique in the way she was mostly in white…and you were all in red.

“Come here my boy, long time – no see” Jeonju patted Jungkook on his shoulder as both men let out hearty chuckles.

“I don’t believe you’ve introduced us to your guest yet, Jungkook~” Serrena’s dark eyes went straight to you – smouldering and hot in her stare as you felt like the temperature in the room just increased by about ten degrees Celsius.

“Ah – yes; my apologies” Jungkook stood back as he angled his body towards you, before taking you by your hand to stand before his parents. “Mother, father – this is my girlfriend…(Y/N)”

“Mother?! Father?!” you could have dropped dead right then and there as your jaw hit the floor. “This woman is his mother?!” you took a second look at her features – almost as youthful as you.

“(Y/N) – this is my father, Jeonju…and this is my mother – Serrena” Jungkook squeezed your hand over and over in an attempt to encourage you to pick your mouth up from the ground as you stood completely dumbfounded in their presence.

“Girlfriend…” Serrena repeated in her head as she smiled directly at Jungkook. “You have a lot of explaining to do, my son” she gave him a knowing look – seeing him return one of a much similar fashion.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both Mr. and Mrs. Jeon” you almost stuttered as you bowed your head out of pure respect for them both.

“Oh please – child, Mrs. Jeon is my mother-in-law. Call me Serrena~” she extended her jewelled hand towards you as you smiled at her gentle, soothing voice and friendly gesture. Jungkook had been waiting for this moment ever since you both stepped foot inside the chatter filled ball; for if anyone were to know about why your touch had the effect it did – it would be the Queen of Vampires. You returned her extension – hoping that your hand didn’t hold a river of sweat in your palm as your skin came into contact with hers.

“Oh my goodness!” Serrena exclaimed suddenly, widening her eyes and looking straight into yours. You widened yours in turn, looking at her face go from complete shock and bewilderment to calm and loving in a matter of seconds.

“My dear, please…such formalities aren’t needed. Where I come from, we aren’t as reserved in our welcomes” Serrena opened her embrace for you to step into. You assumed she meant with her being Italian that it was more than okay to behave in a more endearing manner – yet she was completely accentless. You had an idea that she would possibly have a slight Italian twang to her voice, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on the way she spoke. Nevertheless, you smiled sheepishly as you proceeded to hug her.

“My good god in heaven…” Serrena closed her eyes and she relished in the feeling of her skin on yours through the open back in your dress. “Well…it appears Taehyung had a reason for designing this dress in such a way…what a fox he is.” She let a deviant smile spread on her cheeks. Since touching you – and since it was more than clear that Taehyung had made the gown especially for you; Serrena knew that Taehyung never did anything without a purpose. Essentially, Taehyung had made this dress not only to make you look like the radiant beauty you were, but to send a message to Serrena; and she heard it loud and clear. Jungkook knew from the look of pure ecstasy on his mothers face that she knew exactly what you were. And as Serrena pulled back, she took your hands in hers while continuing to warmly smile into your face.

“My dear, it’s such a pleasure to meet you tonight. Jeonju…why don’t you take a leaf out of my book and welcome our son’s beloved in the same fashion?” she looked to a pensive, unsure Jeonju. He knew that Serrena was up to something from the alluring tone of her voice, and he knew that he should play along even if it were to just entertain her.

Jeonju cleared his throat as he stepped forward. “Yes – indeed, it’s –“ he cut his own sentence off upon gracing you with one arm around your shoulder, his fingers gliding over the open skin on your back and his face practically coming to life. “…it’s wonderful to meet you…(Y/N)” you noticed a complete shift in the tone of his voice upon hugging you – much like it did with Serrena, too.

“Man…these people are weird” you thought to yourself as you stood back from his embrace – Jungkook’s mother and father both radiantly smiling at you as if you were the most precious thing in existence.

“Please, (Y/N) – why don’t you take a seat and I’ll introduce you to my two daughters?” his father held out his arm for you to link with. You looked to Jungkook – seeing him smile and nod approvingly.

“Sure, I’d love to!” you replied, feeling a massive wave of relief wash over you. “They must like me…otherwise this wouldn’t be the reaction I’d receive…right?” you concluded, before making your way over to the table with Jeonju to sit down and be introduced to Jungkook’s sisters.

After you were well out of earshot, Serrena looked straight into Jungkook’s eyes – still with the same grin of happiness on her mouth as Jungkook stepped closer to her; desperate for her to shed some light on the phenomena that was you.

“Mother – you felt it, yes?” Jungkook whispered quickly.

“Oh yes. I…I did indeed feel it” she replied wistfully, watching you from the corner of her eye as she witnessed her daughters undergo the same thing as she and her husband just did.

“Taehyung and I…it’s a long story but – she was my P.A, and a lot of stuff happened, and we’ve been trying to figure out what she is and –“

“My darling son, this is neither the time, nor the place to delve into such discussions. I’m well aware of what this special creature is. And…it appears that you my boy…you have fallen in love with her” she smiled gently, caressing Jungkook’s cheek with her soft, mothering hand. Jungkook swallowed – wetting his almost dry throat as he nodded, completely unashamed of his feelings for you – a human.

“We’ll talk more about this later, after the ball. Your father and I will return to the Manor with you to discuss it” she dropped her voice as she went to walk over to join you both – before Jungkook held on to her arm, pulling her back slightly.

“She knows nothing of our world. She knows nothing of what she is or what we are. I have so much to tell you mother…it’s…it’s been eating me alive” Jungkook’s voice was quick and hurried; and it frightened Serrena to a small degree to see her son so afeared.

“Yes – I could tell by her natural aura that she is not aware of anything. Don’t worry my dear – everything will be discussed after the ball. For now, let’s enjoy ourselves” she took him by his hand, before leading him over towards you and the rest of his family.

Soon, Taehyung and Jimin had joined you all and the hours rolled by quite pleasantly. You drank and ate and chatted along with societies highest rankings and enjoyed their conversation; however, you decided it was best to only have one glass of merlot as you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself by getting nervously drunk. You had been so skittish and downright scared upon entering the room and greeting Jungkook’s parents; but now, it felt like you had known them all for a great length of time as even his sisters welcomed you into their conversations about life, business and family. Hyeja – the eldest with her own children was most talkative with you, even her husband joining in upon sitting down next to her. Chaewon and her husband – the middle sister, was a little more quiet and reserved in comparison; but delightful nonetheless.

You had noticed that by now, many of the couples in the room had gotten up to dance along to the live band and orchestra that was situated at the far end of the room with the grand, marble dance floor laid out before you. A part of Jungkook, who was sitting right beside you, longed to ask you to dance with him. But deep down, he knew that everything was already so much for you – thinking to himself “Perhaps, next time” as he smiled and watched how well you got on with his family. Knowing glances and exchanged words were passed between the Queen and Taehyung – with Serrena telling Taehyung to make his way to the Manor with Jimin after the ball; as the reveal to what you truly were concerned him too. Taehyung had promptly introduced Jimin to her – informing his Queen that your touch had accelerated his lover’s transition into becoming a fully fledged Vampire; to which Serrena nodded and smiled in response.

“So, (Y/N)” Serrena spoke up amidst the flowing conversation. “Do tell us – how is it working for my son? We’ve all heard the rumours about my son being a vicious businessman” everyone laughed – including you and Jungkook in response to her words.

“Well…it’s true that Jungkook can seem a little mean to people who don’t know him personally. But…actually, he’s really lovely once one gets to know him” you replied with a hint of shyness in your voice as you looked to a smiling Jungkook.

“Mm~ He is his father’s son after all. But my dear, you seem like the type of women to not put up with any pigheadedness?” Hyeja gave her brother a playful glare – one to which he scoffed and chuckled at in response.

“Why yes (Y/N) – especially now since you are both courting?” Jeonju added to the banter at Jungkook’s expense.

“Absolutely not! He’s my boss, yes…but he daren’t walk all over me. Right, Jungkook?” you had every single Jeon at the table bursting into fits of laughter. For in reality – Jungkook was not just a boss, but a Prince who had respect given to him as entitlement.

“Yes, sweetheart” Jungkook replied sweetly – giving you a more than naughty look with his eyes; one that said “I’ll make you regret that in my bedroom later.”

As you all continued your conversation about your working life with Jungkook, to everyone in the rooms surprise; the double doors at the top of the steps swung open. At first, you didn’t know why everyone at the table had whipped their heads around so quickly. “What on earth?” you thought as you followed their line of sight.

You looked up – observing four men, just waltzing ever-so-casually into the event in much the same black and white suits as most other men in the room had on. You furrowed your eyebrows together as a slight hush of silence made its way across the entire area…before you felt your heart stop altogether.

You squinted your eyes further – looking at the paler and shorter of the four men, his jet black hair that almost covered one half of his face…before you noticed; he was looking directly right back at you.

In an instant, every single Vampire in the room shot their eyes from the door to your direction – clearly able to hear your heart hammer in your chest as if you were about to go into cardiac arrest. Jungkook stood up before lowering himself down on his hunkers as he placed his hands on both of your shoulders; knowing exactly the reason why you were reacting in such a way. Your breathing was all over the place as you felt your lungs almost tighten – your blood running cold while your temperature seemed to skyrocket simultaneously.

“Jungkook – what’s wrong with her?” Serrena hissed at him – glancing back and forth between the figures at the door and you.

“J-Jungkook…Jungkook” you spoke raggedly, trying your best to grab on to his arms; but all life seemed to vacate your body as you felt sick and dizzy from the sight of the man from just across the hall. You looked into Jungkook’s face, letting him see the horror and terror on yours, before you spoke deathly, bone-chilling words that even had Jungkook absolutely terrified as he tried to act quickly, but failed miserably at the fearful sight of you before him.

“Jungkook…it’s him…it’s him…the drawings - my b-brother…

…i-it’s Dracula”

[cosmiclatte28]

Autumn in my heart (krisbaek) (chanbaek)

One shot - angst/fluff

Krisbaek -chanbaek

Warning : mentions of kris wu, will bring you back memories of our best "chicken nae style anya" brother 🤧🤧

(Posted on wattpad before, so yeah this is my original work)

Enjoy

The picturesque scene of red and orange trees cannot fool the dull and somber race of falling leaves pulled by the gravity. Be honest, autumn is depressing. See the falling leaves, dying every time a gush of cold wind tingles. Baekhyun hates seeing the piles of dead leaves on the ground, he feels like the trees are selfish that they let the leaves die in order to survive.

The clock strikes six when Baekhyun has put on his tailor fitted Pea coat from Schott's. Tonight, his favorite fragrance from Clean accompanies him. He inhales his favorite floral woody musk mixed with a slight hint of fresh soap and gets himself ready as his smart watch rings with a caller ID he loves dearly. His lover has rung him up saying he is downstairs waiting for him to take his time. Baekhyun makes his last tuck on his Pea coat and he pockets his phone as he slipped his feet to his leather boots and Baekhyun makes sure to kiss his corgi good bye before keeping the key in his pocket and slightly run to meet the waiting prince; his waiting prince!

The elevator ride almost killed Baekhyun; he frowns whenever the door opens and what greets him are the foreign faces of his neighbor from other floors; after pressing the close button five more times, Baekhyun finally reaches his destination. With his crescent eyes he scans the whole room and finds his prince in no time. His fashion and his tall body make him easy to spot.

"Kris! I'm here, let's go!" Baekhyun clings into the taller man's arm and giddily drags him out of the warm lobby. The early cold wind harshly welcomes them outside; Kris clears his throat and pulls the brunette closer. He takes in his small hand, holds it firm in his big hand, and pops it nicely into his toasty pocket of his Burberry trench coat. "It's starting to get cold," Kris smiles.

Baekhyun blushes, even when Kris had done this for three consecutive autumns, his heart will always beat like it was his first time. He did nothing though and just follow his long legs that bring them to a place Baekhyun knows a bit too much.

"Usual place Kris?"

The tall blonde man nods and after walking through the busy streets, they found themselves in a restaurant district. Baekhyun's stomach growls when the delicious smell of his favorite food can be smelled from a meter. They sit down on their usual chairs, place the same ordinary menu; a Hawaiian pizza slice for Baekhyun and a Pepperoni for Kris. Though Kris never agrees that pineapple goes with pizza, he never speaks his opinion out loud to Baekhyun, he just can't. Try and say that to a man who really enjoys it and do you dare see his heart breaks? No Kris doesn't want to break his heart; it's the last thing he wanted to do to Baekhyun.

Dinner is amazing. Over two slices of giant pizza and soda, they exchange stories, laugh over new jokes, and secretly treasure this sweet moment. They end their pizza date with a split bill and with the warmth of a full stomach. The two men make their way out of the bright, fragrance road and move to another crowded and romantic district.

Baekhyun told Kris about a new milkshake shop opening in here in Gangnam, and Kris will do everything that brings a smile to Baekhyun's face. With Baekhyun standing close by his side, Kris naturally slides his arm to hug Baekhyun's slim waist from the side as he reads the menu in the TV from the queuing line.

The café is full of sweet couples, the atmosphere here is so warm and comfortable, Kris knows this will 99% become their favorite hangout place.

"We're so sorry, but we sold the second last cup already... We only have one left for the special house favorite's chocolate," the man with a name tag reading Yixing, smiles apologetically to the two sweet couple across him.

Baekhyun runs his eyes to the TV screen to look for another substitute, but Kris was faster.

"No problem, an extra straw will do. How much for the last cup?" Kris hands Yixing his card and swipes the bill.

Baekhyun squeals deep inside his heart, how Kris could always do a new sweet action every time they go out?!

"You sure don't want anything else?" Baekhyun asks when Kris lets go off his straw after a good five sips.

Kris shakes his head and raises his thumb to wipe a trace of chocolate from Baekhyun's lips, "No, you can have them all. It tastes good and I know you like them so much." Kris kisses his thumb and cleans the chocolate from Baekhyun's lips.

Baekhyun playfully punches Kris, "What's into you?! Why are you suddenly this sweet!"

Kris laughs it off and rolls his eyes, "Because I am a nice boyfriend? Come on admit it—" Baekhyun shuts him off with a quick peck "—I'm going to have heart attack Baek, if you are making that a habit."

After making a loud sip to ensure he leaves nothing on the bottom of the glass, Baekhyun and Kris step their foot out of the lovely café. They freeze when they see people carrying umbrellas and celebrating something.

"The first snow!" Both men choir and giggle upon welcoming the cold winter!

Baekhyun reaches for a folded umbrella he had brought in his pocket and this time takes the lead to pull the giant closer and tries his best to raise the umbrella to his height. Kris cannot oppress his gummy smile and allows Baekhyun do his thing.

"I am not taking care of a sick giant again, that's why I read the weather forecast earlier and they predicted the first snow the fall. Turns out they were accurate this year, come Kris let's walk under the first snow!" Baekhyun sneakily places his hand into Kris' coat and the taller simply holds his hand.

They have fun for a moment under the first snow, took some pictures and updated their social media platforms.

"The snow is falling harder, shall we head home?" Kris worries for their health. The two men are responsible for their working days, falling sick is something they can't afford.

Baekhyun does not refuse; along their careful steps on the slippery grounds the two men don't stop talking at all. They will find new topics whenever they seem to come to an end. Tonight is a good date night. Their date night ends with Kris ushering Baekhyun back to his Apartment room.

"Good bye Kris, thank you for tonight!" Baekhyun shakes his wet umbrella.

"No problem Baek, I'll be going now,"

"Wait—" Baekhyun runs to his room and returns not long after it, he gets on his tip of toes and wraps a warm red scarf over Kris "—take that with you, it's my winter present. Stay safe okay and call me when you got home." Baekhyun buries his face on his chest as he hugs him tight.

"Thanks honey, Good night." Kris steps back and waves his hand.

Baekhyun wiggles his hand in panic, "Oh take the umbrella! And please just grab a taxi!" Baekhyun pushes his umbrella to Kris' hand.

Kris chuckles and tousles Baekhyun's soft hairs, "Yes sir! I can take care of myself—" Kris winks and Baekhyun rolls his eyes. The tall blonde makes his stealing move and kiss the plump lips of Baekhyun before finally going back home.

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Sun rises and sets, moon shines and hides, the world rotates and time runs. Their love for each other blooms, although their relationship has ups and downs, the two can overcome the big waves and sail their ship to another calm ocean. A calm sea will never make a skillful sailor, and one day the biggest wave crashes to their ship, and Baekhyun feels like he is forcefully drowned into the dark deep grief of heart breaks.

The road is crowded, well at least there are cars speeding in the road, and his sparkly eyes are fixed on a "sweet" scene in front of him. Yeah sweet if the people you saw were someone you did not know, or your best friend; but seriously not sweet if it's your boyfriend you saw over the road holding hands with another pretty boy, wrapped in an expensive suit looking all lovey dovey with your man. Maybe Kris did not know or see Baekhyun on the other side of the road, but Baekhyun cannot mistake that man as someone else. His eyes turn red; Baekhyun fetches his phone and takes the speed dial to call Kris. He waits for a moment with his eyes fixed on the two men across him.

The pedestrian traffic turns green, and Baekhyun sees the two of them walking to cross the road. He quickly hides himself in an old payphone box while still listening to the waiting tone and keeping an eye on Kris. When Kris made it with the sweet smiling guy to the same street as Baekhyun's he swears his call just was sent to voicemail. Kris also presses his screen earlier, hufth he didn't even hesitate to reject his call. Insteaad, Kris looks so happy walking with this new man. His jealousy and suspicion completely take over him, he leans over the small phone box and stares at his screen emptily.

"Sorry, busy can't pick up your call." Kris' message appears in his notification bar.

Baekhyun swallows the lump stuck in his throat; disappointed and angry the lonely man runs back to his apartment. He was planning to buy dinner and surprises Kris in his office for working overtime. If his vocabulary for overtime means having a walk with another man, heol Baekhyun won't bother coming to see him.

Baekhyun locks himself in his room and cries his heart out, his stomach grumbles, but his heart aches more. Baekhyun ignores all of the calls and messages in his phone. Thirty minutes later he wipes his eyes and after ensuring his heart he needs to do this: Baekhyun texts a number.

"Soo, you're right... I'm coming to the dinner tomorrow. What's his name again?"

This time Baekhyun regrets not listening to his friends when they warned him about his boyfriend playing fire behind his back. Baekhyun is too naïve and blunt to realize Kris has slowly changed. He was not as sweet as he used to, he got busy, and he rarely picked his calls. At first Baekhyun simply forgive him; thinking he must be busy with his works, turns out Baekhyun is living blindly.

The tall blonde man enters his apartment and paces his room nervously while sticking his phone to his ear. He bites his lips when the line beeps but no one seems to answer the call.

"Pick up. Pick up Baek.... Please... I'm worried sick..." Kris ends the waiting and jumps to the message room. He sends more messages asking if Baekhyun is okay, why is he not picking up calls, and why is he not reading his messages.

Kris feels guilty rejecting Baekhyun's call earlier, but he cannot pick the call there when he thinks his coworker has a big crush and is flirting with him. Kris cannot bring himself to answer the call and crushes the cute man's dream. Yes, Suho, his co-worker is lately clinging on his side, and Kris cannot lie and say he's unattractive. Suho is a calm and nice man, good with works, and Kris finds it hard to keep his heart stable when he's around.

Kris thought he saved Suho from crying in the streets, when in reality his real boyfriend is the one crying on the busy streets... by himself. Poor Kris doesn't know this.

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The next morning, Baekhyun did not bat an eye nor reply any of his messages. He muted his number and prepares for work. As he sprays his perfume, the front door beeps open and a tall man he used to love, but now hates, shows up with a bouquet of yellow flowers on his hand.

"Good morning sunshine! What's with the cloudy face?" Kris extends his hand to give Baekhyun the arrangement.

Baekhyun looks at his sickening handsome smile and walks to take his working bag. "Nothing. I'm tired of work and this life full of lies."

Kris frowns, "What do you mean?"

Baekhyun just hums an "I don't know" tone and occupies himself with packing his lunch and laptop.

Kris walks to the kitchen table and picks Baekhyun's phone, he scrolls through the notifications and shakes his head, "WOW! You haven't open my text, not a single one! Why?" he sounds confused.

Baekhyun is the type to have his phone on his nose almost every second, what's with leaving Kris unread?

Baekhyun snatches his phone, "I fell asleep earlier yesterday after you said I shouldn't come and have dinner with you, since you're taking overtime."

Kris sighs, "Come on Baek, you're acting like this just because I denied your offer to eat dinner together?" Baekhyun walks away.

"Don't act so childish. We can always have dinner together tonight or other nights." Kris snaps.

Baekhyun keeps his cold face on; he takes his lunch and working bag, and slips into his shoes. Kris shadows him all over the place.

"Really? Then why did you cancel it yesterday?" He wears his shoes and holds on to the door knob.

"I had a sudden meeting." Kris lies quickly.

"Oh so now you call walking with another man without companion, while acting lovely is your definition of meeting. To me I call that a secret date mister!" Baekhyun stomps his foot, "Now go! Leave! I am tired of your lies!!" Baekhyun exits the room, but Kris holds a grip of his hand.

"but..." Kris is cut off by Baekhyun's loud voice, "For your information Kris, I saw you with my own eyes walking with a man and rejecting my call." Baekhyun raises his tone and his face turns red. He breaks his hand free and rushes to the parking lot.

Kris runs after Baekhyun, but luck must've left him today for the lift closes before he can reach him. Baekhyun is clearly mad and fed up, for he is not trying to do anything to clean up the misunderstanding.

Their day goes on differently, Baekhyun is still absorbed in his sadness and pain, while Kris... Kris thinks today's problem will end like any others. His day is smooth and the man from yesterday even offers him coffee. Upon seeing Kris busy checking his phone; waiting for someone to call or chat; Suho asks him, "What's bothering you?"

Kris thinks for a while, should he tell Suho what actually happened, but what if things get more dark and dangerous? After some consideration, Kris decides to use the help chance. He told Suho what happened yesterday and earlier this morning. Suho just laughs and comes up with a solution, "I can help you clarify this... Give me his number, I'll talk to him."

Kris denies that idea at first, but after some more convincing words from Suho, he gave up Baekhyun's phone number to Suho. He thought maybe Baek would listen to Suho.

Sure, Suho's idea was not completely wrong, Baekhyun answers his call in a friendly manner and he did not blame Suho for anything. Baekhyun listened to all of Suho's kind and sincere explanation, but his heart still cannot easily forgive Kris for doing it.

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Baekhyun dresses up nicely in his bomber jacket, and puts on his cap to hide his puffy eyes. He takes his steps to greet his date tonight, the man Kyungsoo told him about. Park Chanyeol, son of the CEO of Eve's corporation: Korea's first leading group in food supply, while Kris is the son of the second leading group.

To put it into words, Chanyeol is a man of daydream. He is everything you expected when meeting a living prince charming. He talks in his deep voice, his choice of words are amazing, his fashion taste is casual yet daydreaming, his manners are polished as perfect as one can be, but no matter how nice and perfect Chanyeol is, his heart cannot stop comparing him to Kris. Kris is not as perfect as him, Kris is more of the clumsy type and silly. However one thing for sure, Baekhyun likes Chanyeol's jokes better than Kris'

His choice of place for a first meeting is way beyond expectation. Baekhyun would have dressed up properly if he knew Chanyeol is bringing him to a secluded private restaurant. Baekhyun seals his mouth tightly about this date, yet Kris knows.

He comes home with a bright smiling face, Chanyeol had just dropped him off from his Mercedes-Benz G65. Baekhyun secretly smiles to himself and wraps his jacket tighter as he enters the lift to reach his house. He can't stop humming small tunes while taking his light steps.

With a big surprised face, Baekhyun takes a step back when Kris greets him in his stern voice.

"Why are you here?" the shorter man sounds annoyed. His mood totally jumped from hype to down.

Kris raises his brow, "Am I not allowed to visit my lover? Beside I came here to check if he's here yet, since he ignored my calls and texts." Baekhyun makes his way to the kitchen and fills himself a glass of water, "Well, sorry but I have someone to see tonight," Baekhyun shrugs his shoulder.

Kris joins him to the small kitchen, "Yeah and I just found out my boy, without my acknowledge, went to meet another man and came home—" he glances at his watch, "—late, my boy came home pretty late. It's 10!"

Baekhyun finishes his glass of water, and slams his cup a bit too hard, "So what? I'm big enough to come home whenever I want and I can take care of myself."

"Who's that man? How are you sure he is someone good?" Kris elevates his tone.

Baekhyun takes a deep breath and speaks out loud clearly, "it's none of your business! Even I did not know who the man you're with yesterday was and I did not ask you anything! I did not interrogate you Kris Wu!" Baekhyun spits those words in one breath, he tosses his jacket then locks himself in his room. Kris knocks on his door relentlessly and all he gets is silence.

Silence from the loudest man is the scariest thing

Baekhyun wakes up with heavy head, puffy blood shot eyes, and a runny nose. He forces himself to leave his bed and calls in for a day off today. He has called Chanyeol last night and told the new man everything, something in his heart screams that Chanyeol can help and Chanyeol will not hurt him like Kris did. With his beloved corgi walking beside him, Baekhyun opens his door and freezes when he sees Kris sleeping uncomfortably on the floor.

"Babo-ya," Baekhyun scoffs in his mind and leaves the tall giant on the floor. He makes himself a glass of tea and gulps an aspirin down his dry throat. He takes his time writing a short note and sticks it on Kris' free arm. He bends to place a soft kiss on his temple, probably his last, and Baekhyun secretly leaves.

Kris wakes up from the pain his back screams for sleeping on the floor, he yawns and stretches then looks around and realizes he had fallen asleep when begging Baekhyun to open the door. He sees the post it on his arm and he quickly reads it. His brow scrunches as the line gets down, and finally they widens and his mouth fell. Kris lost his sense of touch, hearing, and sight... he feels like a thunder just hit him and he's drowned in his emotions. He slowly sits on the sofa, and re-reads the nicely written letter. He makes sure to not miss any single word or get the wrong idea. But no matter how many times he checks the letter again, the words don't change.

"Baekhyun wants us to end it here," Kris speaks to himself, the tall blonde quickly searches the house. Hoping to found the man he was looking for, he needs to discuss this with Baekhyun. Seriously they did not need to break up over a silly matter!

"Baekhyun-ie, what do you mean? We can talk about this... where are you?" Kris puts on his shoes and coat.

"We don't have to discuss anything Kris. We're not meant to be, I realized we're not made for each other. Our parents don't even support this relationship we had for three and a half years. It's over Kris, go get that man and I will go my way." Baekhyun explains as best as he can.

"No, We need to meet. We're not breaking up over phone. I don't consider our relationship over just because you decided it by yourself. We need to meet." Kris grips his phone hard.

"I can't Kris, I'm no longer near you. Bye," Baekhyun said.

Kris hears the faint background sound and damn that man is in the airport, where the hell is he going now without telling him.

Baekhyun turns off his call and sadly stares at his wallpaper. It's a picture of happy Kris and Baekhyun laughing under the mistletoe from their last Christmas.

"Are we ready to go?" Chanyeol's deep voice resonates beside him. Baekhyun groggily nods and copies his steps to the boarding gate. Baekhyun takes one last heavy breath; yes he is leaving Korea and Kris behind. This is what his family wants, this is for the best.

Baekhyun comes from the leading electronic cooperation in Korea; turns out his parents had made an agreement to make Baekhyun and Chanyeol an official pair. Simply said his parents arranged his marriage with Park family for the sake of their business. The Byun family does not have a good history with the Wu family. Both Kris and Baekhyun had been trying their best to keep their boat sailing despite the harsh wind made by their own families, but Baekhyun has had enough. The two used to think if they are together, they can fight their families and live happily ever after, but that's too good to be true.

Now, his family has made a lot of agreements with The Park family, and that explains why Baekhyun is sent to leave Korea with Chanyeol the night when Baek reported Kris' actions. His father used the situation to break them apart, and he partly succeeded. Baekhyun is now seated on the first class flight to Britain, with his future fiancé (That's what his parents insisted).

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The loving couple separated without a clear ending, Kris still lives his life to the fullest he can, but everything is pointless when Baekhyun is not in his life. He did not date anyone, he still holds on to the belief that Baekhyun is still his boyfriend, and he is still committed to that man he loves.

Suho has tried a lot of things to set Kris up with a new date, but none of them seems to win his heart. Kris only attends the blind dates Suho made, just to respect his kindness and attention. Suho himself has won the heart of the cute guy in the milkshake shop Kris and Baekhyun once visited, Yixing. Suho was close with Kris because he needs help with winning the cute dimple man's heart. The night when Baekhyun went home with Chanyeol, Kris was actually waiting for him to explain everything. Kris wanted to tell Baekhyun that he doesn't have to be jealous of Suho, for Suho has his heart and eyes for another man. Fate did not let him explain anything that night, and the next day Baekhyun was already gone from his life.

Kris changes into a cold and quiet man, while Baekhyun has opened his heart to the new man with him. Baekhyun realizes Chanyeol shares a lot of things in common with him. Knowing the new tall man with elf ears is easy and they get along so well. They spend a good two years in England, and they have to return to Korea when the working contract for Chanyeol ended.

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Their plane touched down on the land of Korea, where the leaves are starting to fall and the winds getting colder. Baekhyun sighs it's once again autumn, He always hates autumn.

Chanyeol feels for having to check the office and sending Baekhyun home by himself. Baekhyun did not mind, instead he is happy he can have his time alone here.

Baekhyun takes the taxi to a park he missed. A small park with benches for couples to seat and enjoy the falling leaves with the big Han River across them. He breathes in the autumn leaves and slightly smile when he the memories he made here with Kris slowly floods his mind. A small tug is felt in his heart, how is that tall blonde doing? Baekhyun walks and walks then sits at one of the empty benches, his hand traces the old wood and smiles when his eyes caught a small scribble that managed to be intact even when seasons has changed.

He traces the craving and secretly hides his smile when the memory comes back in his mind.

The writing of Kris and Baekhyun in a big heart, deriving from four years ago. He remembered craving their names cheesily on a park bench when the first leaf fell. Baekhyun scoffs when he realizes a lot of things he did with Kris is associated with autumn.

He closes his eyes for a while and finds himself awaken in surprise when a familiar voice greets him,

"Baekyun?" the voice sounds unsure, "Baekhyun?! It's really you?" this time it sounds surprised and a bit happy.

Baekhyun opens his eyes and gulps when the same man he left without news is here again infront of him. The man he shared love, the man he secretly hates and loves, the same man who used to be the happiness of Baekhyun. He looks different! He definitely lose weight, his hair is now plain and boring brown, his eyes no longer offers the star and galaxy Baekhyun used to spent his time gazing. His voice didn't change though, still the same deep voice that never fails to make him tremble.

"Kris, well... yes this is me." Baekhyun sheepishly admits it's him.

"It's been a while," Kris opens his mouth. He takes the empty spot beside Baekhyun.

"Look Kris, I don't have much time," Baekhyun dares himself to face him and holds his tears back. He almost breaks down in tears when he once again sees the man he loves in front of him.

"I know it was hard for both of us, but that was the best for us. This is the best for us." Kris stays quiet despite wanting to kiss Baekhyun and tell him everything he kept to himself for a good two years, but no he wants to listen to Baekyun. He reflected for two years and he wanted to make up all his bad mistakes.

"Fate doesn't let us be together... our family hates one another... we can't... we just can't be one Kris." Baekhyun bites his lips and holds his tears back. His heart is breaking right now when he sees the broken look in Kris' eyes. When he first saw Kris sitting beside him, he swore he saw a glint of hope in Kris' eyes but now Baekhyun completely destroys it. He hates him for one again hurting Kris, but this is for their own goods.

Baekhyun can no longer holds his tears, he breaks down into tears right beside Kris. The brunette hides his face in his hands and his shoulder moves as he expresses all of his bottled up emotions. Something glints under the last rays of the sun and Kris moves closer to Baekhyun's side. He bravely takes Baekhyun into a hug and he brings his thumb to wipe the crystals falling over Baekhyun's smooth cheeks. Kris cannot speak a word, his mouth goes mute all he knows is his life is completely dark now without Baekhyun. It was dark already before when he left, but now when he clearly said that... Kris feels like dying.

"Good bye Kris," Baekhyun stands up and walks to leave the broken hearted man. He turns one last time to see his unrequited love; Baekhyun forces his sweet smile, "Thank you for the memories." Baekhyun takes quick steps to leave the park and Kris. A strong wind blows and makes the piles of orange dried leaves fly around and when it's over Baekhyun is completely not anywhere to be seen.

Kris closes his eyes and memorizes the last words from his love, he left him completely now. Baekhyun left his presence, his world, and his hopes. Kris fishes his jacket and pulls out a velvet box, he snaps it open and a simple diamond ring is shining there. Well, he's been carrying this around since Baekhyun left, he wanted to propose to him whenever he got the chance to see Baekhyun , but turns out his ring finger is occupied already with the same diamond ring he had in mind will fit his slender finger. Kris keeps the ring again in the box and he pockets it again in his left chest. He lets his tears run through his face as he walks along with the last falling leaf.

He leaves the love of his life with tears and thousand of memories. Kris smiles bitterly when he remembers how Baekhyun always hates autumn. Turns out all memories with Baekhyun are prominent in autumn: Baekhyun's least favorite season.

flashback <<<

"I hate autumn Kris, can you imagine how selfless the tree is, letting the leaf die so it can live longer." Baekhyun pointed to an almost bald tree.

Kris pinches the cute cheeks of Baekhyun, "Well yes the trees are selfish Baek, but did you see how sincere the leaves are? I'm sure the tree did not want the leaves to die, instead I think the leaf sacrifice itself so the tree can live," Baekhyun cuts him, "But why Kris? Why must the leaves die for the tree?"

Kris holds his lover's hand tighter in his jacket, "Because my Baekhyunnie, that way the tree can survive the harsh cold winter and make new leaf later on spring. That way the leaf and the tree are once again together!"

Baekhyun nods his head, "Woah that's a better theory! You should definitely be the one telling our kids bed time stories later on!" He cheerfully pecks a kiss on Kris' lips and blushes.

"Just like love, you must sacrifice for the one you love." Kris leans in for another kiss.

"I love you Kris, now and forever!" Baekhyun leans his head on Kris' strong and wide shoulder.

"I love you most Baekhyunnie, I'll be like the leaf in autumn!" Kris whispers to his world; Baekhyun

The two men in different place share the same memory tonight.

As the moon shines and the first snow falls they secretly whisper each other "I still love you."

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Best Friends (Ten Imagine)

genre: angst, and a tiny bit of fluff

Pairing: Ten x Reader

word count: 1,648

AN; So this is my first imagine, and It sucks, I was listening to a bunch of sad music and that’s where the really dramatic ending came from lmao. But yea i hope you like it, please request, idk if I did that whole thing right but please request. Thank youu. *AND IM NOT AGAINST WENDY AT ALL, I LOVE RED VELVET, SHE WAS JUST THE FIRST ONE TO COME TO MIND*

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I smiled down at my phone as I felt the buzz, notifying me that I got another text message. I gazed down at the phone seeing his name pop up on the screen. Sliding it over so I could read the message from Ten, I felt the butterflies go wild in my stomach.

Ten, is one of my best friends. He has been since we started high school freshmen year. Now, we are fresh out of senior year in high school and I still feel this tingly feeling inside of me when we are even near each other. Or when after he tells a stupid joke and looks at me, giggling expecting me to laugh along. Or the feeling of being important when I am the one he always comes to. If you couldn’t tell, I am in love with my best friend.

When the message open I looked down to see just a simple little text.

Tenny: HEY (Y/N)!!

I felt the side of my mouth curve up as I thought it was so sute that he texted me so excitedly. So I immediately wot back.

(Y/N): hey ten! what’s up?

Ten: I was just wondering if you were free tomorrow to meet up at that little cafe? I have someone that I want you to meet.

I thought about it for a second. Who does he want me to meet? Is it someone I know? Curiously I typed back my reply.

(Y/N): yea sure. who is it?

Ten: It’s a surprise ;) you’ll see

I sighed a little sigh knowing that I was never going to get the answer out of him. I threw my phone on the couch and went to the fridge to get a nice cold water bottle. When I closed the door to the fridge, I smiled a little seeing a picture me and Ten took when we went on a dumb camp trip for a field trip sophomore year. We were both smiling the first time that whole trip after we almost got lost from everyone else on the trip. I laughed to myself and went upstairs to get ready for bed, knowing that tomorrow I was meeting Ten and he was introducing me to one of his friends.

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I jumped up to the blaring of my ringtone in my ear and realized after a few seconds that I was getting a call. Without even looking I answered.

“Hello??!?!” I asked slightly annoyed that I was woken up so abruptly.

“Rise and shine (Y/N)!!! It’s a very important day!!!’ I heard the screechy voice that I knew belonged to the one and only Ten.

“Ten! Really you need to call me you couldn't have waited until I just woke up??” Then it hit me, “Wait what time is it?!?! When was I supposed to meet you!? Shit!! Oh god I need to hurry up and get ready and-”

“(Y/N) calm down! It’s not that big of a deal. Jesus. Just be at the cafe in around an hour.” My eyes got huge.

“AN HOUR TEN ARE YOU CRAZY IT’S GOING TO TAKE-” I got cut off yet again by Ten.

“Ok I will see you in an hour! BYE!!” and with that the line dropped. I rolled my eyes slightly while huffing. I went over to my closet and pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a slightly cropped sweater along with my white converse. I slid into my clothes, after rushing to the bathroom to do my makeup and put my hair in a messy but cute bun.

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I just got to the cafe after my tedious walk from these annoying people who apparently forgot how to walk, in front of me. I opened the door of the cafe and immediately looked around for Ten. after realizing that he wasn’t here yet I walked over to the counter to order a drink. I choose a nice and simple hot chocolate.

I was sitting there on my phone just scrolling through twitter when I heard a jingle indicating that someone entered. I looked up and as soon as I did I was met with eyes that I immediately knew belonged to Ten. I smiled, but that soon disappeared when I saw who he was with. Ten was with a girl. Even more precisely Wendy, the bitch from when we were in school. I tried my hardest to fake a smile as the two of them approached me.

“(Y/N)! Hey! I wanted you to meet someone, well that someone is Wendy, she is my girlfriend. And Wendy this is (Y/N) my best friend.” Ten said with one of the biggest smiles I have seen on him in while. I forced a grin on my face as me and Wendy said hello to each other.

“Babe, it looks like (Y/N) already got her drink, do you want me to go order mine and yours?” Ten asked Wendy with a genuine smile. Wendy put on a smile, “Yes baby, please.” She said batting her eyelashes at him. “Awww your so cute I can’t say no to that, no can I. I will be right back.” Ten said as he cupped her cheek, then leaving to order their drinks.

Through this whole moment and interaction, I felt like a ghost. I knew Ten could get anyone that he wanted, I mean look at him, but I didn’t know that he felt about me so lowly to do that to me. I know that he doesn’t know I like him so I guess I cannot really blame anyone but myself. It just felt like a stab in the heart to watch them be so lovey dovey right in front of me when I first found out they were together. I bit my bottom lip to try and hold back my tears.

“So, you and Ten are good friends?” Wendy questioned halfheartedly. I knew she didn’t like me or care to even spare me a glance, she made it obvious.

“Y-yea, we are really good friends, he is my best friend.” I stuttered a little being the first time I was talking from trying to hold back my tears.

“Yes, well, we should really change that. I don’t want Ten wasting his time, on some waste of time and space, so you need to stay away from him. Because if you don’t I swear to god I will make you life living hell everywhere. Understood?” She talked down to me as if I was a dog that did wrong. I was in so much shock that my jaw fell a little.

Ten came back right before I was about to say anything making me close my mouth and just sit there looking down still holding in my tears and anger. “Sorry that took so long, haha, they had to wait for the coffee machine to get going again.” He came back smiling. I kept my head down while he was adjusting himself in his chair.

“(Y/N) are you ok? What’s wrong? Your really quiet.” Ten asked me and I could hear the concern he had in his voice which made what I said next really painful, “Ten I’m fine you don’t have to worry. I’m just a little tired I guess”

“Oh ok.” Ten left it alone, and I could tell that he knew something was wrong. “Mmmm, well, me and (Y/N) get along pretty well, wouldn’t you say (Y/N)?” Wendy looked at me with a slight glare while Ten looked at me with a smile. “Yea, just great.” I said with the most forced smile I could muster up.

Ten gazed at Wendy obviously happy that things were working out for him. The next moment felt like someone came and ripped my heart right out from my chest. Wendy pulled Ten by his jaw and kissed him. I couldn’t help the tiny tears that fell from my eyes seeing someone that I love be kissed by someone else right in front of me. So I did what I could do best. I ran.

I sprinted up out of my seat ignoring the calls that Ten was shouting at me to ask what was wrong, I ignored it all and just sprinted out of the cafe and into the street. I started to run in the direction which was kind of difficult since I had my tears blocking my vision. I ran for what felt like hours but was only about 5 minutes. It was then that I dropped to my knees crying because I had lost all hope that  would ever be good enough for Ten. The one man that I love with all my heart. I was just sobbing I didn’t care about all the people looking at me or people making fun of me because I needed to let this out. I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“(Y/N) WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!?!?!” I heard my name being called and I knew this is when I had to do it i had to tell him. Even if it ruins everything and Wendy makes my life living hell I can deal with that, it’s this right here that I cannot deal with.

“Ten I need to tell you something right now. This will change everything. I know it will. But I need to do this. Right now. So here it goes. I love you. Ten I am madly in love with you and I know that this will change our relationship and even though you already have a girlfriend I just-” I was cut off by Ten pulling me close and kissing me. In my head I knew this was wrong but I couldn’t help it I was finally being kissed by someone  I was in love with.

“(Y/N) I love you.”

AN: This ending sucked, I am so sorry