#i picked hana if thats okay!!

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Waiting for You: Chapter 2-

But why?

Genre: more angst (kinda.. it could've been worse)

CW: Swearing(and lots of it). Seeuns a jerk (a little bit!). mentions of food. Y/n's probably getting fired. mentions of jealousy. suggestive mentions (makeouts, hickeys and love bites) NONE are happening in this chapter, they're only mentioned.

This chapter is not as angsty and sad as it could've been, and thats okay because I still got the next few chapters to torture you with :D

This one's a bit longer than the last one so woohoo. I apologize for any spelling mistakes (my eyesight is a joke) if im forgetting to add something in the cws, please let me know and i hope ya'll enjoy.

Likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated.

"Let's break up."

"we're done, y/n."

"I don't want us, anymore"

"we're done."

"Goodbye Y/n."

Not a single explanation given, he just simply let you know that it was over, and left. Instead of an evening that usually ends with watching yours and his favourite shows on netflix with some snacks, cuddling and a little makeout in between, your evening ended with you crying yourself to sleep wondering what went wrong. Sadly the world won't stop spinning solely for your heartbreak, and you are very much still needed at work today.

Having slept through the alarms your now ex-boyfriend always set for you, you are forced get up by the several incoming calls and texts from your supervisor and your coworkers. After your phone finally stops vibrating, you sit up in your bed to scroll through the many texts from your friends, Jiwoo and Hana;

Jiwoo: WHERE TF ARE YOU?!- sent 06:18

Jiwoo: you were the last one to leave work last night, you have the office keys now we can't get in- sent 06:20

Jiwoo: also we agreed yesterday you're in charge of the picking up the boys' food, im driving them to the photoshoot- sent 06:21

Jiwoo: and no i will not switch shifts with you again- sent 06:21

Jiwoo: BITCH ISTG- sent 06:52

Jiwoo: we got a spare key. thanks for nothing asshole.- sent 07:05

Well... Jiwoo's mad. You'll have to make it up to her later, and from the looks of it, Hana as well.

Hana: If you value your job, get your ass over here quickly. I can only stall Manager Park for so long- sent 07:52

Hana: and no i'm not gonna tell them you're calling in sick- sent 07:52

Hana: Youre on the meal shift, you not allowed to call in sick today- sent 07:53

Hana: IF YOU DONT PICK UP THE FCUKING CALL ISTG- sent 07:58

Hana: lol, tried to save ya, Manager Park is pissed.-sent 08:14

Hana: And youre on meal shift tomorrow as well since jiwoo had to get the boys' coffee today. YOURE WELCOME.- sent 08:15

hana: AND youre the one who promised the maknaes brownies today, not us, so have fun explaining to them why they arent getting any today- sent 08:18

Hana: im mad at you in case you cant tell.-sent 08:18

Aside from the spam of your upset friends, your main motivator to get into the shower was a singular text from Manager Park letting you know that if you didn't show up at work today, to not bother showing up tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that.

So you rush through your shower routine, grab your bags and your keys and a fruit on your way out of your home, to at least try and salvage this day, and not piss off your friends or your other colleagues even more.

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While driving to work, your thoughts end up drifting back to last nights events. When Seeun broke your heart and left you crying on your living room floor.

Later today one of the staff that were aware of your relationship would be coming around to pick up anything and everthing of his that he might have left in your apartment, during your one year relationship.

'It's for the best' he says. Best for who? Him? Did the CEO find out about you then tell him to end things? that would make sense, however with how clingy he was toward you at work and in front of everyone, it was quite difficult to keep your relationship secret, even from the CEO himself.

After he caught Seeun trying to sneak into one of the supply closets with you, you were both called into his office for a very important discussion about "fraternization in the workplace". He'd given you both a stern yet kind warning that if anyone outside of the company found out found about this, it'd mean a lot of trouble, especially for you, so you needed to be careful.

'Guess there's no need to worry about that anymore.' you thought to yourself.

You make a stop at the sandwich bar across the company to pick up the boys' lunch as well as the brownies you promised, even though you told them you'd bake them yourself, you were unfortunately too preoccupied with dealing with heartbreak their friend caused. Hopefully they'll understand right? Of course they wouldn't they didn't even know you two were a thing. Wait, maybe that's his issue;

What if he saw you with someone else? Maybe thats why!

Could he have seen you with another guy and overthought the situation? You obviously have some male coworkers that you chat with sometimes, but your conversations are always respectful. Even if someone does flirt with you, you always kindly let them know you're not interested.

Him worrying about you leaving for another guy seems highly unlikely, but not impossible. He does tend to have a bit of a jealous streak, epsecially when comes to you being around his bandmates.

With the job of prepping their equipment and clothing for performances, Bringing them their food and drinks and driving them to their many different events since their debut, it's no surprise that you'd eventually grow close to the ten boys. it is how you and Seeun started dating after all, but considering that could get you into an insane amount of trouble, your relationship with him remained a secret, even from the rest of the group.

That secretiveness unfortunately made some of other members comfortable enough to have some flirty conversations with you.

Its kinda suprising how neither of them even suspected you two, with how Seeun would constantly be caught staring daggers at Hunter for constantly offering to take you out on a date after dance practice. Considering Hunter's personality, you know he's probably joking, but it still didn't stop your boyfriend from angrily muttering about how he needed to back off, because you're his and his only.

I mean, at least you were.

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Finally you arrive at the company just in time to deliver lunch to the boys. Once you reach their practice room they're all lying on the floor sprawled out, in different corners of the studio. Jiwoo continues packing up their sound equipment not even sparing you a glance, still very much upset from this morning. You'll have to buy her lunch later to make up for it.

They're all too exhausted from rehearsals to pay any attention to you, so you figure you can sneak in, leave them their food and sneak back out unnoticed, but today is just not your day.

"Y/NNIE!!", is all you hear before a strong pair of arms wrap around you and lift you off the ground, squeezing you tightly.

So much for sneaking out unnoticed.

"Hunter, I can't breathe." He gives you one last squeeze before setting you on your feet again, smiling down at you.

"Where were you this morning? We missed you!" Yujun asked while rummaging through the bag of food you brought.

Now everyone's eyes are on you as you try to explain your absence from this morning but your wonderful ex pipes up before you can even speak.

"Who's 'we'?" he scoffed, while the other members laughed, your smile dropped as you tensed at his response.

Right. He always had to tease you a little to make sure his favoritism of you wasn't too obvious, although according to Hyunwoo, it only makes it more obvious that he likes you, hence everyone just laughing off his comment. Even you would just laugh off his antics knowing he'd give you all his hugs and kisses later, as an apology in case he was a little too mean.

But after last night's conversation, today's joke isn't really that easy to laugh off.

"So Y/n, where were you-Are you crying?" Yechan asks and now everyone is moving in closer to see what was wrong with you. When did you start crying? You quickly wipe at your face but Seeun grabs your wrist, his other hand moving up to as if to caress your cheek, him looking down at you with concern with concern in his eyes, that concern disappears immediately, as he laughs in your face.

"Wait are you really crying?" he sneered. What is this?

This is not his usual teasing, he's really just trying to hurt you.

But why? Why is he being like this?

"Aw, Y/nnie you know I'm just joking, no need to be a baby about it-" he goes to ruffle your hair but you instinctively slap his hand away from you.

He looked a bit shocked at your actions but that expression quickly changed into a mocking smirk.

"Woah, calm down, why are you being so moody today?"

"Y/n just had a bad morning guys, we all have those don't we?" jiwoo spoke up. You weren't really expecting her to defend you after her texts from this morning, but you were grateful nonetheless.

"Yay! You brought the brownies!" the exchange between you two is quickly forgotten as the rest of group rushes off to where Yujun is holding the box of brownies.

"Hey, these are store-bought you said you'd bake them-"

"Who cares, I want one!"

"Hey! hEY- DON'T EAT ALL OF THEM! We're supposed to share!!"

While they all bickered over the bags of food, you backed away silently trying to make your way to the door, but bumped into someone, you turn around to see Seeun glaring at you.

"Watch where you're going idiot." He muttered walking over to where the rest of members were already sitting down and eating, leaving a dull ache in your chest.

What was his problem? Why was he acting as if you're the one who hurt him?

You were tempted to ask but Jiwoo grabbed your arm and dragged you towards the door.

"We need to go see Manager Park right now, but we'll be back in a few minutes. Enjoy your lunch guys!"

Once the door is shut, you are then dragged off to yours and Jiwoo's shared office.

"I thought we had to go to Manager Park-"

"Yes. You do. In an hour or so;"

She then shoves you into your chair and stares at you expectantly.

"I know you're probably so mad at me right now- and you have every right to be-"

"-Apology accepted. You'll pay for my lunch later. Now onto more pressing matters, what's up with you and Seeun? You guys were so tense just now! Did you guys fight or something?"

You roll your eyes and sigh at her nosiness. You had planned on keeping the relationship a secret from her and Hana as well, but they put two and two together when you had gone into his dressing room to 'help him with his stage outfit', and came back with hickeys littered on your neck and collar, and bite marks on your shoulders and chest(you probably shouldn't have worn a sleeveless top that day).

Although there was a lot of concern about how things could easily go very wrong with this, they were still very happy for you and being the good friends they were, they promised not to tell a single soul.

"We broke up." Her mouth fell open, with her eyes widened in shock.

"Uh.. O-Okay?? Why??" She asked incredulously.

You shrugged, wishing you knew that answer as well.

"Jeez so that's why he's been so sour this morning, you broke his heart!" she says slapping your arm lightly and you narrowed your eyes her.

"First of all; He broke up with me-"

"-The fuck? Why?"

"Beats me." you leaned back into your chair closing your eyes.

"Well shit, then what the heck was he mad at us for?" you sat back up at that.

"He got mad at you guys?" she nodded and sat on you desk.

"He was so snappy with everyone this morning, no one knew what his deal was."

Before you could ask her for more information, the door opened and Hana rushed in, slightly out of breath.

"Manager Park is looking for you- and wants to see you in the practice room. Right now."

"Me? I thought he wanted to see me in hour-"

"-Change of plans. He wants to see you now and i suggest you move fast, cause he seemed pissed."

Shit.

"We all come late from time to time- hell even he was late too last week- he can't still be mad about that right?" Jiwoo asked trying to reassure you even though she seemed just as worried as you. Hana shrugged and looked at you.

"You coming?"

You exhaled deeply and stood up, following her to the the practice room.

Time to face the music.

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Okayokayokay i’m gonna keep this quick because like. Man. man i dont even KNOW what this was just fucking read it man it was WEIRD

Uhhhh okay so this was a transcript of a dream that I, um. Alexander. Had like last night. For a long time i dunno. It’s in third person

[Transcript begin. Or something.]

[I. shit I mean Alexander. Fuck whoops.]

[Alexander opens his eyes at the edge of an empty parking lot, it’s night, he’s alone. He knows how things like this usually go. He readies himself for an attack of some sort.]

?: [Directly next to him.] Buddy, chill. 

[He jumps at the voice, turning to make eye contact with the GHOST THAT WAS FOLLOWING MARI. He showed me– ALEXANDER. A nametag. It had the letter E on it, confirming what he already thought.]

Al: You’re that ghost I saw! With Mari! What do you want?

E: This won’t take long, I just want to talk for a second, introduce myself. You know. 

Al: Oh. That’s… weird, okay.

E: Mhm, I heard about you from Jeremy a while back. Alexander, correct?

Al: I hope so lol.

[A very long silence.]

E: Did you just say “LOL” out loud?

Al: Erm… yeah. Whoops.

E: Moving on. Seeing ghosts, huh?

Al: Yeah.

E: You… gonna say anything about it?

Al: Is there more to say? 

E: Well, yeah. How clearly can you see us, first of all.

Al: Clear as day.

E: Anything else?

Al: Nope.

E: I’ll… leave you alone about it then. How are you?

Al: Uhhhhh… man, come on. You can’t just bust out the hard questions this soon.

E: Hard questions? I just–

[The plants near the edge of the parking lot rustle, causing both Alexander and E to jump backwards.]

E: The fuck…? I didn’t do that.

Al: Well, I didn’t either, obviously. So…

[E steps in front of Alexander, getting between him and the rapidly approaching mystery person. Alexander backs up, trying to get a better view. Someone blond, Cassius, stumbles out.]

C: [Picking sticks out of his hair.] Jesus, Alex! Did you do all of this? Also! It’s been days, and we’ve heard nothing from you! Someone said you were screaming at Hana?

[Alexander stares at Cassius, now remembering why E looked familiar when he first saw him. It was all piecing together now.]

[E reaches out, Cassius STILL doesn’t notice him.]

C: I mean, honestly! Why a parking lot? And why did I get in here in the middle of fucking nowhere? We’ve been worried, Alex. What the fuck.

E: … Cass…?

[Cassius freezes, and slowly turns to E. Eyes wide, his mouth half open.]

C: You…

[He takes a few cautious steps towards E, who does the same. They meet in the middle, staring at each other. It looks like they’re about to kiss or something. Alex can only see Cassius’ face, so he moves to the side to view the scene from an angle.]

[Cassius takes a very, very long pause.]

E: I–

[Cassius raises his right hand and slaps E. E’s head snaps to the right and stays there, his hand making its way up to where Cassius’ hand connected.]

C: [Through tears.] Where the fuck have you been, Edgar. 

E: [Slowly turning his head back.] Where I’ve been for the past 36 years, that damn restaurant. I’m sorry.

[The two hug, Alexander stands off to the side smiling awkwardly. E and Cassius mutter things to each other out of earshot.]

E: So… that’s where you’ve been hiding out? (I think thats what he said I kinda forgot)

C: Mhm. 

E: Well, I’ll… see you then. Have a proper reunion.

[Cassius nods, and looks over at Alexander. He waves, and vanishes. Alongside E.]

[Alexander jolts awake.]

Al: … man what the fuck was that.

[Transcript end.]

Hopefully i did this right lol it’s my first time

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*Kuniko Ushijima and Uta Oikawa - Sea salt chocolate*

Ushijima Kuniko had the sweet scent of Chocolate, Oikawa Uta had the salty scent of the ocean.

They encouraged the other to do their best so their could watch the other at nationals.

Shiratorizawa wins.

After the match they agreed to meet up, sitting together nervous. Kuniko offers Uta some Pocky and they smile happily started talking when, they both get a text message from their parents.

The Japanese men's volleyball team.

Wakatoshi and Hajime unaware that they would be meeting each other's sons today. Leaving the rest of the team to do as they do going to pick up their sons from the Sendai gym.

Waiting for them out side was their sons.

"My dad is gonna be here soon to pick me up." Kuniko sighs. Uta perks up. "Hey, hey, we should swap contacts Kuniko." he says grinning. Kuniko's face lights up nodding his head fast.

Wakatoshi and Hajime get out of their cars and surprised meeting in the carpark. They walk to find their sons together talking about how practice went.

The two boys exchanged numbers, and look up noticing the two older men talking. Uta in shock whispered to Kuniko who was smiling like an idiot. "Is that the southpaw Ushiwaka?" he asked the two men now noticing the boys sitting fairly close together.

"Huh? Oh yeah, well that means I gotta go." Kuniko stood bowing and went to run off. Uta didn't let him, grabbing his jacket stopping him. "You know him?

"Yeah, Uta he's my dad. Ushijima Kuniko and Ushijima Wakatoshi." Kuniko points to himself then Wakatoshi. Uta was stunned, how he didn't notice.

"Thats kinda why my school mates call me Ushiko when cheering."

"Wait then, that Oikawa Hajime, my dads training coach over there..." Kuniko pointed over to the two who were kinda watching the interaction between the boys.

"Oikawa Uta." he says quietly with Little jazz hands. "Arh and the Kageyama on your team, I know him, his dad was my parents underclassman in middle school, he has a twin brother that you guys went up against before us."

"Yeah I know the whole team was surprised. Kageyama-sempai never really talked about his family so it shocked everyone to find out he was at Karasuno and they wore the same number crazy right?"

"Yeah it sure was, I was watching in the stands with Moriani-hana and Genki, despite him falling asleep at times."

The two laughed together.

"Come on they look like they are waiting for us." Uta stands taking Kuniko's hand and pulling him over to their dads.

"Oh, Kuniko how was your game!" Wakatoshi says not noticing the boys still holding hands as they stood there. Hajime on the other hands trying not to look at it. "I'm going to nationals! Papa!" he lifted both hands up. They all realised their hands wrapped tightly together. The two boys quickly let go Uta, hugged himself, Kuniko rubbing his hands awkwardly.

"Are you two?..." Hajime started, pointing between them. but was quickly stopped by a frantic Uta all red in the face. "N-no dad look we only met properly today, we didn't even know each other's last names until a minute ago, when you showed up." the two men looked at each other laughing.

The boys looked up the men, laughing, feeling confused as to why they were. "You like who you like, it's fine boys." the two sigh. Then hugged and waved goodbye getting a good smell of each other's scent so won't forget their scents.

"Good luck at Nationals, I'll be cheering for you okay Ushiko!" Uta yells as they went their separate ways until the next time.

The last team they had to beat was Karasuno, to everyones surprise, they found out that Kageyama Shun was a twin to Karasuno's own Number 5 and setter Kageyama Kento.

And the two really fought it out on the court.

Although Karasuno was tough, that crows still fell and Shiratorizawa moved on and claimed the raining powerhouse champions of Miyagi prefecture.

Maybe it was because they didn't have thier captain or acting captain and best spiker on court due to injury. But the White swans got through to the National tournament in Tokyo.

Uta in the stands yelling out a congregations!.

They texted for weeks sometimes practiced together on off days.

At nationals Shiratorizawa made it to day 5 and lose the second match. Regardless of the lose Uta watched the match's, cheered him on from the stands with their parents and celebrated with The two families, on them making it so far in the tournament.

*Shun Kageyama - The aftermath*

Shun's eyes widen as that instant of regret hit him in waves but hardly showed on his face.

"Shun Nikko, GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!" The enraged voice of Shoyo boomed in everyone's ears, the sent of  Anger and worry reach all of thier noses, as Tobio snapped out his head and rushed to help save his son. Kadashi holding an unconscious Kento in his arms and handing him off to Tobio.

Shun slammed the door to his own bedroom. Something he got to himself not even a full year at this point.

The steam of anger seething from his tightly clenched jaw. But he lets his breath go as he started feeling a bit dizzy. flopping down on to his bed facing the wall, the sudden feeling a guilt rushed through his body.

'I didn't mean to push him that hard. God what is wrong with me?'

He asked himself, hands over his mouth as he began to uncontrollably sob, eyes wide open, then shut tight, trying so hard not to let his mind stray that way,

'What kind of brother does that, pushing him into the water, he was bleeding and you did nothing. You felt it was okay to just get mad at him like that? You must love hurting him. You must of felt so good seeing his blood spill through the water like that, and you did nothing to help him.

And now your moving away to another school, leaving him all alone!'

"He. won't be alone.. He has friends and Kadashi, unlike me. I-I have nothing, I'm not even good at the thing I like."

"Mum, Dad, Grampa Kazuyo, Aunty Natsu, All our uncles, all played amazing volleyball in highschool and are professional now. How am I meant to be like them and keep up with Kento if I can't even get off the sideline as a bloody cheerleader, because I am no good at volleyball.I HATE IT!"

He got up again feeling the anger return. He didn't know what to do, all the pent up stress, from his life with his brother.

"I HATE IT!" he started swinging his arms around, knocking into some small items like, a trophy.

He smaked it off his draws, sending it flying across the room with some Colognes and pictures, the glass in the frames smashed loudly. Frowning Shun stamped right over to the photo, picking it, and his expression softens when he catches eyes of the photo in question.

It's of a younger him and his brother with Oikawa Uta, all in swimmer shorts standing together, smiling big, on the beaches of Brazil.

It felt like forever starring at the photo in hand. They where so much happier together on that beach, it was thier favourite day then, playing beach volleyball with The Oikawa's and Brazil fam, sad to say good bye to everyone when they had to leave.

The frown returned to his face when he remembered how everything changed since all those years ago.

Screwing his eyes up tight, Scrunching up the picture and throwing it where ever just nowhere near his line of eye sight.

Stomping around his room. Pulling at his hair, taking heavy, small breaths. "Can't stay here right now. Its to much." He grumbles, chucking on the nears shirt, walking to the door grabbing his school bag throwing it over his shoulder, he quietly left his room not to alert his parents.

Sneaking thought the halls, down the steps, keeping an eye out for anyone that could catch him.

Finally he made it to the front door slipping his joggers on at the Genkai not looking back as he left out the door and sped off down the street.

"Shun! Where are you going is everything okay over there?" He paused half a ways out of street when he heard his Aunty Natsu's voice calling to him.

Looking back to her, long orange fluffy hair tired in a bun wearing a nice outfit and light makeup. It looked as if she might be going on a date, as she was walking to her car parked outside the Hinata family home.

Not wanting to say anything, about what happened and that his is technically grounded right now, he waves and continued his run in panic.

He just needed to be away from that house, away from other people, away from Kento.

Huffing and puffing Shun soon came to a wide open field with just grass and a playground in the distance. That was okay there was only a few pups on the playground, and by the looks of it, they wouldn't be coming up and distributing him anytime soon.

This was the perfect place. He quickly jogged far into the middle of the field and grass, away from where anyone would notice him along the pathway the sliced right through the open space.

Shun threw down his bag and lay down his head on in, adjusting it for the best comfort as he starred up at the sky, wide blue and nothing blocking his vision. In the corner of his eyes the sun beamed down of his still body, the heat from the rays warming up his skin, the swaying grass, from the little breeze he had, tickled the exposed skin.

His hair falling over his face, limbs spread out as far as he could reach, the sun's rays of warm feeling like a nice secure blanket rapping around him, seeing some clouds rolling into his vision over head, Shun could only imagine of how a soft and comfy bed felt laying on it and the almost no unnatural Sounds came to his ears, he began to close his eyes.

There wasn't a lot of places like this where they lived so it was nice to have found it.

Shun felt as if he was back in HIS own bed on a cool summer night. It was so nice. He was undisturbed by any black haired twin brothers or nagging parents.

Taking a deep breath in and out like his parents had taught him.

"Hmmmm, this is nice." The orange haired teen spoke to himself aloud. Only he didn't expect a reply to his words.

"Yeah you're right to lay down out here it so good." The voice of a stranger was heard.

"Aarh!" Shun jumped, sitting up quickly and starred over at the stranger laying down next to him.

He had been enjoying himself so much that he hadn't noticed this person sneaking up on him.

The stranger in question, wore a jumpsuit that looked to be from a private school in the area. They had long light brown hair tired up in a ponytail with a green ribbon tie, and large greeny blue eyes, with a thin eyeliner wings.

"What are you doing?" He questions them as they too now sat up, facing him, he could see they had a light redness in thier checks.

'probably from running or something?'

"Well I was jogging along with my team and I saw you laying here, you looked so peaceful like you were about to sleep, thought I could join you." They say brushing some loose strands behind their ear.

Shun swallows the saliva forming in his mouth, nodding, before speaking up. "Well yeah it was pretty peaceful."

They smile and lay right back down again. Shun starred for a moment, the stranger's left eye opening looking right at him. "Well come on, you can't relax like that sitting up, silly."

The brunette reaches quickly taking hold of Shun's arm pulling him back down. Thier hand slipping under his head as not to let it bang on the ground to hard.

Shun tired to turn away, but the guy had a hold of him. Holding tightly to his shirt with his other hand forcing Shun to stay on his back starring straight up. "Just breath." They told him taking a deep breath in and holding it, as if to say they were waiting for him to do the same.

So he did, drawing in a deep breath and they both let it out together, after a few more times the stranger chuckled letting go of his shirt.

It was silence for a few seconds, before the red heard spoke up. "Who are you?" He questions, head rolling over to meet the others eyes. "I'm a 2nd year from Shiratorizawa, on the boys Volleyball team."

"Oh, what position do you play?" Shun asks now more curious about the guy. "I'm the Libero, in the starting line up since last year."

*Ruka Haiba-Yaku - Voiceless* CW// Violence, Mentions of R*pe and sl*t shaming

"Shut up!" They screamed rage seething for every pore of thier body, hot tears show themselves quickly.

They'd had enough of this. But this sliver of control they had was only for a moment, snapped back to the other.

He was taller then the Light brow haired teen, wider and stronger, picking them up by thier shirt, he made it so Ruka had to just tippy toe to reach the ground.

He slammed them back against a wall, twisting the shirt to become a little tight around the wind pipes. "You don't get to tell me what to do shrimpy whore."

"You think you can get what ever you want, such a big ego after you fucked MY omega." Poisonous words spitting out of his mouth, as the smacking of his lips echoed close to and in thier ear.

The horrible sound so close to thier ear, made them shiver and a sudden nauseous.

"And had the nerve to turn her against me." Growling as some of his Silvia lands on the brunette's cheek. "You didn't love her like she needed, what you did to her is rape, and force bonding doesn't make her belong to anyone." Ruka says slyly through clenched teeth, eyes narrow, shady but full of anger they held in for so long for people like this guy.

Alpha's that needed to be put in thier place and to respect who they choose to love and bond with.

Even if they never understood romance themselves, they knew the right and wrong of it all.

The Phenomenons coming of this guy wrank, blinding him by rage, he pulled a fist back, and it lands Ruka square in the nose, and with a knee to the gut to finish it off, dropping the smaller teen to the ground leaving them to cough and wheeze gasping for air if only for a moment.

The alpha is gone now, Ruka left sitting hunched against the wall they were previously held up choaking on.

Raggered breath, as they wring a hand around it to see in the pain would go away quicker. Head pounding and a warm substance trickling down thier face, they lift a hand, fingers touching it and blood.

"Great just what I need, to show up back home in this state. As if my parents don't already ask me enough questions."

They lean back huffing "and if I tell them I did it to save a girl, well who knows what kinda questions of a romantic gesture they will bomb me with." They clasp thier hands together, flutting thier eyelashes mockingly. Falling back to the with a small grunt, waiting out thier pain.

They should be used to this by now. That Alpha was right about them having sex with that girl, only because she asked them to. She had heard rumours of them being a kind and gentle as people needed them to be during sex.

He wasn't wong to call them a whore either. That's basically what they were. Only in it for the sex, nothing emotional. And well it helped other people emotional and with thier romantic lives, who were they to deny a person help they needed, it was doing good, they liked it.

They had always been able to help others that used the service they provided to be more open with themselves. But Ruka, for some reason was never really able to have the same courage as the people they helped.

[moltara]

if you don't mind a whole album, i'd rec public storage by hana vu. the entire album is so good but if i had to pick my favourites, i'd rec gutter and aubade :)

couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library

i have a selection of songs i refer to as "Panic Attack Inducing Music" on my car playlist (im not gonna lie it's like 90% of the playlist bc i LOVE fast bpm songs and scary intense rhythm game soundtracks but thats besides the point)

this. is the opposite of that vibe. this music makes me feel very calm and relaxed. i like it <3

[stellar-sushi-blog]

Just Trying to Help! [Hana x Reader]

In under the course of a week, Hana Mizuno had stolen your heart.

She was small, adorable, and whenever she stuttered out an answer in class you could feel your heart melt. Sadly, a couple of other students had noticed her cuteness as well: PBG and Luke. PBG would constantly stare at her with so much admiration you thought you were gonna be sick. You also considered throwing an eraser at his head once when you watched him rush across the classroom in order to be Hana’s partner for a project. Thankfully, Luke was not as committed to flirting with the pink-haired girl. In fact, you weren’t exactly sure if he had crush on her or he was just trying to mess with PBG. Either way, it still left a sour taste in your mouth.

Eventually, you decided that you had to protect her from the meddlesome Normal Boots club.

You’d told yourself to become less attached to Hana, but that plan was ruined when you saw her crying. Her blouse was stained, her face was puffy, and when you noticed Paul on the ground, your heart wrenched. PBG reached out to her when she stood, but you stepped in.

“Are you alright, Hana?” you asked quietly, stepping a bit closer to her. “Do you want someone to walk you back to your dorm?” To your dismay, she shook her head.

“I’m going home.” she choked out. Mai made an attempt to call out to her, but was inevitably ignored. “It’s fine,” the girl sniffled as she began to walk off, “I just want to be alone for now.” You stepped aside to let her pass, a frown on your face. When she was out of earshot, your eyes narrowed and your gaze fell on Paul. You were so quick to anger, not even Mai managed to get a word in before you started scolding him.

“Watch where you’re going next time!” you barked. “I’m surprised someone as stupid as you managed to become the student council president!” Paul’s face fell and he opened his mouth to say something, but he was too afraid to. Taking his silence as an apology, you stomped off to get dinner.

Another time, you went with Mai and nearly blew out Shane’s eardrum. Mai, who was unaware of your obsession, found it weird that you decided to come with her but figured that you were just being a good person. Hana eventually came up to you to thank you and your heart began to beat so fast you thought you were going to pass out.

“Of course, Hana!” you beamed. “You seem like such a nice person so I didn’t think that you deserved his harsh words.”

The last time was the time you messed up. You were wondering the halls of Asagao in an attempt to find the water fountain when a booming voice made you jump. As you creeped closer to the hall where it came from, you recognized it to be PBG’s.

“Stop acting like you know what’s best for me!” the boy nearly shrieked. Hana flinched at his shouting, but quickly recuperated.

“Then stop hurting yourself!” she told him, her voice straining. You peeked around the corner and she shook her head at you while PBG rubbed his temples. Stupidly, you ignored what she had told you and continued tip-toeing towards him. He was going to get it, you told yourself. He was finally going to be put in his place. Confidently, you straightened out and put your hand on his shoulder. Taking a deep breath, you opened your mouth to say something but soon found yourself staring up at the ceiling. A panicked PBG was kneeling next to you, sputtering out more apologies that you could fathom.

“I-i’ll get the nurse!” the teen exclaimed, running down the hall. Still confused, you reached up to rub away the fuzz still obstructing your vision.

“Ow!” you cried out, retracting your hand. Did… did he punch you? Nervously, you sat up and held your head in your hands. Hana walked up to you and knelt down besides you. You expectantly turned to face her, ready to be praised for helping. Instead, your heart was stepped on.

“Please stop.” she began. Your eyes widened and you gulped.

“Wh-what?” you responded, beginning to breath harder. She shook her head and her face contorted with anger.

“I said stop!” the girl demanded. “I know you think I’m weak, but I can take care of myself!”  She paused momentarily. “And, just so you know, you aren’t helping anyone! You’re just being mean.” And with that, she got up and walked away, leaving you alone as you sat on the floor.

“Hana!” you called out after her, your voice quivering as you spoke. You felt your shoulders begin to shake and your lip started to twitch. “Hana…” you muttered again before your gaze dropped to the floor and tears blurred your vision. “I just wanted to help.” you blubbered. “That’s all I wanted to do.” Eventually, you heard footsteps approaching you went to wipe your tears away but cried out in pain when you grazed your new black-eye. A frantic PBG came running to your side with Creeps following shortly behind..

“Are you okay?!” he nearly shouted. “I’m sorry it hurts that much!” You chuckled weakly. It’s not the black-eye, you wanted to say, I’d take a black-eye over this anyday. Gently, PBG helped you to your feet and guided you to the nurse’s office as Mr. McPasta questioned you.

“Did you go unconscious?” he inquired. You solemnly shook your head. “Did you hit your head?” Again, you shook your head no. Finally, he asked, “Where does it hurt?” And you placed your hand over your heart. He raised the eyebrow that wasn’t hidden by his mask. “Your sternum?” he asked, confusion obvious in his voice. You weakly nodded.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “The ‘sternum’.”

[hxseok-honee]

blossom | part 16

blossom [part 16] || 'Hoseokie'

[‘cause all i need is to see you blossom out, blossom out, blossom out]

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a/n : I cant tell if this is a hobi chapter or a yoongi chapter but i am very in love with them both thats for sure -- lmk what you think!

“Hobi, hi!” Y/n had practically slammed face first into the front door in her rush to answer it, and she’s a little breathless when she finally greets him. She’d honestly been expecting maybe a different, more confident Hoseok than the one she’d become familiar with to be standing there -- after all, he certainly looks the part today. But she’s pleasantly surprised to find that he’s still the same old Hoseok, rocking back and forth on his heels on her porch while he takes in the exterior of her home with bright, wide eyes.

He turns those eyes to her now, his smile boyishly charming as his red ears poke out cutely from beneath his winter hat.

“Y/n! Your house is so cute!” The compliment rolls off his tongue immediately, because frankly it’s all he could think about as he’d walked up the path to her door. It suits her perfectly, this lovely little home on the outskirts of town. He holds up a bag when she thanks him, shaking it lightly while he steps inside, following her into the entryway.

“I know you said no gifts, but I couldn’t show up with nothing!” He sets the bag into her waiting hands, pulling out four flower crowns -- they’re perfect, clearly crafted with care and delicacy that borders on professional. Each one is unique in size and style, somehow a set of matching winter crowns but created with individual intent. She can’t even bother to hide the look of endearment she shoots him.

“Hobi, you really didn’t have to do all of this.” He waves her off while he removes his hat, and she sets the bag down so she can take his coat while he explains.

“It’s nothing, seriously. I didn’t know what I could possibly buy you and your family because I don’t know what they like, so I thought I’d stick to something I know… I tried to make the one for your dad a bit more, uh -- manly? It was hard, though.” He laughs off his slight embarrassment, but Y/n’s mind is stalling on what he’d said. She turns to him with an awkward smile.

“Ah… I thought the big one might have been to fit Yoongi’s massive head… I think it still would fit him, to be honest.” When Hoseok blinks at her in confusion, she only offers an uncomfortable laugh. “My dad’s not around, actually… There’s only three of us.” Hoseok’s eyes go wide, and he finds himself swearing internally. He hadn’t even noticed that she’d never mentioned her dad before.

“Shoot, I’m sorry -- I didn’t even think about it--”

“No, you’re fine! It’s okay, it’s my fault for forgetting to mention it.” When he tries to apologize again, Y/n only sets the larger flower crown on his head to silence him. It hangs low on his forehead, making her smile. “Seriously, Hobi -- you’re sweet for even thinking of all of this.” He opens his mouth, still feeling unsure, but another voice cuts in before he can say anything.

“Yoonie’s here! Oh-- you’re not Yoonie…” Sliding into the doorway with small socked feet is a literal carbon copy of Y/n -- granted, she’s about a head shorter and very clearly a child, but the resemblance is uncanny. Hoseok blinks at the girl, and she only blinks back, hands on her hips in what can be described only as disappointment. Y/n rolls her eyes playfully.

“Hoseok, meet Hana, my 8-year-old sister. Hana, meet the boy that brought you a handmade flower crown -- so be nice.” Immediately, Hana’s arms are dropping in surprise, her eyes wide as she glances at Hoseok’s hands. He smiles kindly, picking out the crown with the smallest circumference and handing it to her. The girl’s eyes almost sparkle with excitement as she moves to take it from him, fingers delicate as she sets it on her hair.

“I had to guess at what size your head would be, but I hope you like it!” Y/n’s sister blinks up at him with an expectant gaze when he’s done talking, clearly waiting for an assessment.

“Do I look nice?” Hoseok warms immediately, finding the girl entirely endearing. He nods, handing Y/n her own crown while he responds. He has to stop himself from doing a double-take when she puts hers on.

So pretty…

“Yay! Thank you for the pretty crown!” Hoseok blinks, realizing he’d definitely just said that out loud. Luckily, the sisters had taken it as a response to Hana’s question, and he feels relief flood his body at the coincidence. He’s so busy thanking whatever higher power had just saved him from that awkward moment that he misses the sound of the front door opening behind him.

“Yoonie!” Coming back to reality, Hoseok barely has time to jump out of the way as the 8-year-old barrels past him, charging with purpose for the person entering the home.

“Monkey!” The voice that hits his ears is familiar, but it’s entirely unlike the person he knows it belongs to. Looking up, Hoseok can only stare lamely as Hana all but flies through the air, caught securely in the arms of one Min Yoongi. The Slytherin laughs loudly at the sudden attack, swinging the girl around in greeting before taking a good look at her.

“Jeez, do you ever stop growing? I’m getting nervous over here, kid.” Yoongi sees Y/n and Hoseok then, and he greets them with nothing more than a nod and a cool grin.

“Happy Christmas, nerds--” Somehow managing to hold onto Hana with one arm, he extends the other out to Y/n, passing her a large bag of gifts. “The one on top’s for you -- don’t even think about it, loser.” Y/n had peered curiously at the topmost gift when he’d said it was hers, eyeing it with excitement. She rolls her eyes now, letting the bag hang at her side as she waves Hoseok into the next room -- a living room, decked out in warm blankets and an even warmer fireplace. There’s a staircase on the far end of the room, the wooden steps uneven from years of use. The home is small but very clearly lived in, and Hoseok’s happy to think that he’s been allowed into Y/n’s childhood home.

There are a few picture frames on the fireplace mantel, and he can’t help but wander over to them while Y/n sets the gifts under the decorated tree in the corner. He looks over the photos with a smile, listening as Yoongi and Hana catch up behind him.

“What’s that on your head, Monkey? I like it.”

“A flower crown from Y/n’s boyfriend! He said it looks pretty on me.” Y/n chokes on her own saliva when she hears those words -- Y/n’s boyfriend -- and Hoseok finds himself overheating just slightly. He swears it’s from the crackling fire in front of him, and he tugs a few times at the front of his dress shirt in discomfort. Y/n glares at Yoongi, who’s barely managing to contain his laughter.

“Hoseok’s not my boyfriend, Hana--” The girl turns, maneuvering her way out of Yoongi’s arms and onto his back while she responds, clearly confused.

“But the last boy you brought home was Stinky Koo, and he was your boyfriend!” Hoseok’s immensely glad that he’s still facing the fireplace, because the name Stinky Koo is much more amusing to him than it should be. He turns to face them only when he’s got his face under control, but he almost cracks when he sees how proud Yoongi looks -- it must have been him that had nicknamed Jungkook for the young girl.

Desperate to change the subject, Hoseok gestures at the photo in the middle of the mantel -- a portrait of the sisters and their mother.

“Your mom’s beautiful, Y/n. Like a queen.” Y/n smiles shyly, Yoongi nodding appreciatively behind her. He's doing just fine, Yoongi thinks to himself, seeing how obviously nervous Hoseok is.

“Well, thank you, young man! Y/n, I like this boy.” The photograph in question is nothing compared to the woman that enters the room, and Hoseok swears the genetics in this house have seriously won the lottery. Y/n’s mother has the kindest eyes he’s ever seen, and he feels like all he wants right now is to see those eyes look at him with approval. It would mean the world, honestly.

She steps toward the group of kids, smiling sweetly at Hoseok before immediately turning to Yoongi with an evil glint in her eye. The boy never stood a chance, only having enough time to inhale sharply before her fingers are coming down on his cheeks, pinching with all her might. Y/n snorts when Yoongi lets out a pained wail.

“Release me, woman!” Hoseok’s shocked at the tone Yoongi takes with her, but Y/n’s beside him in an instant to do damage control.

“My mom’s favorite pastime is antagonizing him -- Yoongi’s been around long enough that formalities just… don’t exist… You get used to it.” Hoseok only nods as he watches her mom start in on the Slytherin.

“Never in my life have I seen a boy with so little meat on his body -- do you even eat, or is the sickly look in style these days?” The woman pinches at Yoongi’s torso for emphasis, and he starts to wriggle away from her, Hana barely managing to hang onto him for dear life.

“This is why I never come here -- the bullying is insufferable!” Yoongi hops around the living room with the 8-year-old glued to him, racing for the doorway into another room when he sees that Y/n’s mom isn’t giving up anytime soon. She almost follows the pair when they disappear, deciding instead to stay in the room with Y/n and Hoseok, an innocent grin on her face.

“You look much healthier than that bag of bones over there--” Hoseok realizes she’s addressing him and smiles, extending a hand to greet her and ignoring Yoongi when he lets out an enraged ‘hey!’ in the other room.

“You have such a lovely home, Ma’am-- Oh! I made you this!” He’d almost forgotten about his gift, but it’s hanging from the wrist he’s using to shake her hand, making him look both awkward and cute as he struggles to hand it to her with some semblance of elegance. “I hope you like it-- I can mend it if it’s too big! But… I left my bag at home, so I’ll have to run to get the scissors and twine-- Oh, it fits!” Y/n’s mom had watched him stumble over his words for a moment before decisively setting the crown on her head with a smile.

“I love it, Hoseok -- thank you.” He blinks, realizing that she knows his name although he had forgotten to introduce himself, and it clicks that Y/n’s talked about him to her mom before. The shy smile on the Gryffindor’s face only confirms his suspicions, filling him with joy. He smiles brightly, following Y/n’s mom when she waves him into the room where Yoongi had gone.

It’s a kitchen, small but comfortable, with a dining table positioned in the middle of the room. When they enter, they find Yoongi bent over the open oven door, lifting a large dish out of it and setting it on top of the stove. Hana’s clung tightly to his back, but the Sytherin moves around the kitchen with ease, dropping the oven mitts on the counter on his way to grab plates from one of the cabinets. It’s obvious not only that he’s very used to having Y/n’s sister stuck to him, but also that he’s comfortable in this home, fully aware of how the house functions.

“What in the world do you think you’re doing? Get out of my kitchen -- you’ll break something!” Y/n’s mom makes a beeline for Yoongi, swatting him away with an oven mitt scooped up from the counter. He complains loudly, grabbing at it and arguing with the woman.

“Will you please just sit down and let me do this?! You’re in my way -- go sit down, Mom!” It looks like a fight -- by all standards, it’s a mother and son arguing and nothing else. But Hoseok looks around the room, taking in the table full of homemade food, the sink full of dishes from the cooking. He sees the light sheen of sweat on the woman’s face, knowing just by looking that she’d been working tirelessly to make Christmas dinner for them. And when he looks to Yoongi, he sees that the boy knows this, too -- that he’s urging her to sit down and relax, that he’s just making it seem like he’s annoyed instead of openly caring for her. That, along with the fact that Hana is very clearly emotionally attached to the Slytherin, makes it obvious to Hoseok that Yoongi belongs here. That this Yoongi belongs here, not the promiscuous one that the entirety of Hogwarts knows. Hogwarts doesn’t know this Yoongi.

“You’re doing that thing again.” Hoseok jumps, realizing when he turns that Y/n’s watching him closely. He smiles, cocking his head to the side in confusion. The chaos of the room never stops, happening in the background while he and Y/n stand in the doorway.

“What thing?” She grins, pointing at his face.

“That observant badger thing. You’re just watching and taking mental notes.” He flushes slightly, not even realizing that he does this often enough to classify it as a ‘thing’. He gestures to her best friend, a question slipping out in the form of an observation, something he’s apparently good at.

“I didn’t realize Yoongi was good with kids.” Y/n snickers, shaking her head.

“He’s not, actually. One time, he tripped over a kid at the store because he hadn’t seen them walking past, and for the rest of the day he kept saying ‘children are the evil groundhogs of the world… waiting to pop their little heads out of the ground and scare you’. It was kinda dramatic.” Hoseok blinks, utterly dumbfounded by that story because it sounds exactly like something Yoongi say, but the Yoongi in the kitchen right now is not showing any of that malice.

“So… then how did this happen?” He gestures to the pair hopping around the dining table, Hana now clinging to Yoongi’s leg while the boy sets out utensils, all the while bickering with her mom. It’s not hard to imagine, seeing how the girl hangs off of him, why Yoongi calls her Monkey.

“Well -- Hana’s 8, which means Yoongi’s been in her life for… almost the entirety of it. And, although I doubt he’d say it, I know he feels some sense of responsibility for her since our dad’s not around. He’s just kind of always looked after her, so she definitely relies on him a lot.” Y/n looks at peace when she says it, and Hoseok gets the feeling that she appreciates Yoongi’s involvement with her family more than she’s letting on.

“They’re pretty cute… It’s nice to see.” Y/n smirks at Hoseok’s final assessment before beckoning him further into the kitchen, commenting in a low voice as she moves to the table.

“Don’t let Yoongi hear you say that -- his ego needs to be kept under control as it is.” Yoongi looks up when he hears his name, lifting an eyebrow but asking no questions as he examines Hoseok and Y/n. Letting it go, he glances down at the child sitting on his foot.

“Let’s wash our hands, Monkey. I dont need your dirty germs getting in my food.” Hana protests loudly but allows Yoongi to haul her off to the bathroom to wash up. He sets his phone on the table when he goes, and Hoseok can only imagine how much trust he has in Y/n to leave her with it -- especially because it keeps buzzing with notifications, and Hoseok can tell even from here that Yoongi has his message previews on.

When they return, Y/n passes the boy his phone, but not before it lights up again in her hand. Without meaning to, she glances down at it, and Hoseok’s not sure what she sees, but it has Yoongi looking at her with wide eyes once he’s gotten a chance to read it, too. He eyes her almost guiltily, but she only smiles knowingly and turns back to the table, taking the seat next to Hoseok.

“Let’s eat!”

--

Dinner passes surprisingly easily for Hoseok -- he’d been nervous all day, changing and re-changing his clothes until finally he’d just given up and left his apartment. But now, sitting here with Y/n and her family, he feels welcomed, included immediately in the chaos of the group dynamic while they eat. Her mother insists on piling his plate high with insanely delicious food, although it’s not nearly as much as she feeds Yoongi, who looks disgruntled at being called a walking skeleton but eats it all with vigor, anyway.

Just as they’re finishing dinner, Hoseok jumping to his feet to help clear the table, Hana rests her elbows on the wood, peering up at him curiously while he moves around the room. He has to purse his lips to stop himself from smiling when he spots her legs swinging back and forth from her chair, not yet able to reach the floor.

“Who’s that other flower crown for? Is it for you? It’s kinda big on you!” His eyes widen just a fraction, and he looks to Y/n for help as he hums. Y/n starts talking at the same time he does.

“Oh, it’s just an extra--

“He just accidentally made it too big--”

“It’s for me!” Yoongi cuts them both off with finality, sticking his hand out almost childishly for the crown hanging low on Hoseok’s head. Hoseok looks at him in shock, forgetting to mask his emotions for the young girl in front of him. But it’s fine because Hana’s only looking at Yoongi, something the Slytherin's clearly aware of when he waves his awaiting hand, dramatically impatient for her sake.

“But then why haven’t you been wearing it the whole time?” The girl’s questions are straight to the point, and Y/n’s mom starts to tell her not to pry, but Yoongi’s always ready for Hana’s inquiries.

“Obviously, Hoseok’s a little shy about giving me a Christmas gift -- he’s been waiting for the right time!” He sounds so sure of himself, like he actually believes it. But as Hoseok’s lifting the crown off of his head and setting it in Yoongi’s hand, he sees the look the boy gives him, and he knows that Yoongi’s aware of the assumption he’d made about Y/n’s father.

And of course Yoongi knows -- he’d made the exact same mistake the first time he’d visited the home at 11 years old, walking in with expensive gifts for both parents because his mom had always stressed that ‘you never go to someone else’s house empty handed’. Hana was much too young then, only a year old, and Yoongi’s not about to let the girl catch on now and risk souring the Christmas spirit. He knows how insecure she gets sometimes about not having a dad, so he saves Hoseok from the moment with practiced ease.

Looking away from the Hufflepuff and turning to Hana while he sets the crown on his head, he points up at it.

“How’s it look, Monkey?” The girl hums, squinting for a moment before nodding.

“It fits! Probably because you have a big head.” Y/n snorts loudly, even Hoseok coughing out a laugh while he sets dishes in the sink. Yoongi only nods, accepting that he’s just been blatantly insulted by an 8-year-old, made worse by Y/n’s mom running her hand over Hana’s hair in amused approval.

“That’s my girl -- you tell the skinny boy how it is.” Yoongi opens his mouth to protest, but the woman’s standing to retrieve something from the fridge, and immediately his complaints are replaced by an excited gasp.

“Is that--”

“Well, someone’s gotta feed you your favorites!” Hoseok only glances over his shoulder while he and Y/n clean up, seeing that the woman’s setting a pumpkin pie on the counter and reaching for a knife to cut it. Another glance tells him that Yoongi’s argumentative nature’s been won over by the dessert, and he’s standing to help her serve 5 plates of it, shy smile peeking through.

“Thanks, Mom…” The woman grins, bumping him with her hip but not saying anything about the embarrassment on his face. She turns, holding two plates and gesturing toward the fridge while she heads for the living room.

“Grab the whipped cream on your way, will you, Hoseokie?” Hoseok almost drops the dirty plate he’s setting in the sink, all the hair on the back of his neck standing on end when he hears the name Y/n’s mom calls him. Y/n notices that he stills suddenly beside her, but before she can mention it, he’s blinking, the moment gone as he moves to the fridge with a smile.

The group migrates to the living room, Y/n’s mom taking the armchair by the tree while Y/n and Hoseok share the couch. Yoongi’s sitting on the floor with his legs crisscrossed, Hana seated comfortably in his lap. The plates of pie sit on the table next to Yoongi’s head, and he keeps glancing anxiously at them, like he’s wondering if he can sneak a bite without anyone noticing. Y/n’s mom’s voice rings out, and he knows he’s been caught.

“Not a chance, Yoongi -- presents first!” Rolling his eyes but nodding anyway, he turns his attention back to the group, where Y/n is passing out presents to everyone. The biggest ones always go to Hana, who seems very excited but is somehow even more enthused about finally giving everyone her own gifts, small trinkets she’d picked out with immense care during her school’s holiday field trip. Y/n has to stop herself from snapping a photo of Yoongi’s face when he unwraps a snake plushie, watching with amusement when he cradles it close to his chest, eyes full of adoration as he mouths "I love her" to the Gryffindor. Hana doesn’t even notice how dramatically sentimental he is, her short attention span having her already turning to Hoseok with a large smile and a small gift.

“This one’s for you, Hoseokie!” Hoseok chokes on his saliva, paling slightly when he hears that name again. Y/n picks up on it for sure this time, but she doesn’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt his and Hana’s moment.

Hoseok takes the gift with shaking hands, masking whatever’s running through his mind with a shy smile.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Hana -- thank you!” The girl watches with intense interest while he peels the wrapping paper off, revealing a pink ballpoint pen in the shape of a flower, explaining when he holds it up in the light.

“Y/n told me you liked flowers when I asked! Do you like it?” Hoseok smiles brightly, pressing down on the center of the flower with a quiet click and running the tip of the pen along the knuckle on his thumb to test the ink.

“I love it! I’ll use it every day!” Y/n smiles then, thinking how endearing he’ll look, using a pink ballpoint flower pen in a school that still standardizes quill and ink. But she knows he means it and won’t even think twice about using it. Hana beams up at him, but her eyes become curious almost immediately.

“But -- do you not like the name ‘Hoseokie’? You looked a little sad when I said it…” Y/n cringes, cursing the fact that her sister is both extremely observant and completely lacks a filter. She’s like the perfect mix of Hoseok and Yoongi, something that would be really funny if the situation hadn’t just gotten really uncomfortable.

Hoseok gapes at the girl, letting out a breath of laughter when she only tilts her head to the side curiously. It’s fine that he’d been caught -- it’s just a little embarrassing that it had happened here at Y/n’s family dinner, where he’d been trying to make a good impression and leave only good energy behind. With a slight sigh, he shakes his head to answer Hana’s question.

“I don’t not like ‘Hoseokie’ -- I actually really like it… it’s just--” He glances quickly at Y/n, feeling a bit awkward. “My little sister used to call me that…” Immediately, Y/n’s looking to Yoongi out of the corner of her eye, finding that he’s doing the same, the alarm in his eyes matching her own. Hoseok had never mentioned a sister.

“It’s a little… uncomfortable, so I feel bad…” Hoseok looks to Y/n’s mom then, watching carefully for her reaction when he continues. “My parents run an apiary -- they’re very big nature types, all about the ‘way of the natural world’ and stuff like that… that's why--" He cuts off, gesturing vaguely to the crown on the woman's head. That's why I know how to do this, he means. Clearing his throat, he continues. "So it didn’t really… go well… when I turned 11 and got the letter saying I was a wizard.” Y/n hears Yoongi inhale sharply from where he’s sitting, and she knows he’s putting the pieces together like she is.

When Hoseok sees that Y/n’s mom is watching him with a guarded expression, almost worried about where he’s going with him, he bites at the inside of his cheek nervously. Y/n had never explicitly said it, but he could tell the minute he walked into the house just a few hours ago that she’s also a muggleborn. Wizarding homes always show signs of magic -- dishes that wash themselves, hanging plants that can’t be found anywhere in the muggle world, that kind of thing. He hadn’t seen anything to give away a magical upbringing, almost shocked at how much Y/n’s home reminded him of his own childhood.

He can see now that the woman is glancing at her own daughter, and he knows what she’s thinking. Y/n and Hoseok are the same, but his world had been entirely different. He sees her making that connection, so he just decides to rip off the metaphorical band-aid and finish explaining.

“My parents didn’t want something ‘unnatural’ living in the house, influencing their innocent daughter, so they kicked me out. Agreed to help me pay for an apartment and bills as long as I promised to never reach out to them for anything else -- Dumbledore helped me out the first few summers, let me stay on the grounds since I wasn’t old enough to be on my own. I moved into a place not far from here when I turned 15.”

He’s got his eyes screwed shut now, terrified of the pity he’s going to find when he opens them again. It’s too quiet, and he feels his ears warming, knowing that it looks like he’s been thrown away, discarded. He doesn’t feel that way, having accepted his situation when he was still young -- having decided to accept his situation because it was better than being bitter. But he knows what people will see when they find out, so he’d gone to great lengths to hide it. Because he doesn’t need pity, he’s happy as he is.

While he’s thinking of how to ease everyone’s tension, he’s completely unprepared for the arms that wrap around his neck. Cracking his eyes open, he realizes these arms are quite small, that the person hugging him is quite small.

“Will you come back for family dinner every year?” Hana’s question is muffled in his neck, but the words have his heart stuttering because he really hadn’t been expecting this. Glancing quickly at Y/n, he finds that the pity he’d been preparing for isn’t there. She looks completely heartbroken, her eyes shining with unshed tears, but more than anything she looks mad.

She blinks it away when they make eye contact, and she nods while reaching for his hand. He’s not sure what she’s nodding at, and he gets the feeling she doesn’t know either, but he takes it as her understanding. Understanding that he doesn’t want to talk about it further, understanding what he’d meant in the forest that day about being happy alone.

Just past Y/n, Yoongi’s standing from his spot on the floor with a groan and a crack of his spine. He moves for Hana, who’s still clinging to Hoseok’s neck.

“Of course he’ll be back, Monkey. He’s not goin’ anywhere.” It’s said so simply, without any particular feeling to guide it, but Hoseok’s so immensely grateful for Min Yoongi in that moment. Not only because he hadn’t changed at all in the way he’d looked at Hoseok -- his eyes are still even and calm, if not laced with slightest bit of emotion when their gazes lock -- but because Hoseok had just received clear and direct approval from the one person in Y/n’s life that he’d been most nervous about.

It’s one thing to be nervous about family or the entirety of her friend group -- those things are normal. Min Yoongi is not normal, not to Y/n. He’s the only person that knows Y/n better than she knows herself, and Hoseok hadn’t even realized just how terrified he’d been that Yoongi wouldn’t accept him suddenly appearing in Y/n’s life the way he had. But he sees now, while Yoongi is slowly peeling Hana off of him and carrying her to the staircase, claiming that it’s ‘way past her bedtime’, that Yoongi’s just let him in. The girl waves goodnight to the rest of the group, almost immediately sleepy now that Yoongi's carrying her to bed.

When Hoseok looks to Y/n, eyes wide with surprise, he sees that she’s noticed Yoongi's behavior, too. Because she’s got her eyes closed, but she’s smiling fondly, like the telltale signs of Yoongi’s respect have finally revealed themselves, decidedly giving Hoseok his stamp of approval.

He’s so busy reveling in the fact that he’d just gotten all the reactions to his life story that he’d been expecting the least that he barely feels Y/n’s mom set a hand on his shoulder when she stands. He looks up now, taking in her kind eyes, and he thinks she’s going to say something sentimental, but--

“I like you a whole lot more than I liked Jungkook.” Hoseok’s jaw drops, and Y/n’s scoffing loudly beside him.

“Mom!” The woman smiles, leaving the two them there on the couch while she grabs the plates of pie, mumbling something about ‘needing to pack Noodle Arms a plate to go’ before heading into the kitchen. Hoseok can do nothing but laugh when he looks to Y/n, who’s still completely scandalized by her mom’s comment.

“I can’t tell if I should feel highly approved of, or just regularly approved of since Jungkook is apparently low on the Family Opinions list.” Y/n nudges him with her elbow playfully, and they sit there quietly together on the couch for a moment. He finds himself reaching out to brush his fingers across her knee insecurely.

“You know, you don’t have to feel bad for me. I really am okay -- I said it before, but I just… I’ve been okay not having anyone. It never really haunted me or hurt me or anything I’m sure you’d expect an abandoned child to feel. I just… took the bad with the good and decided to focus on the happy moments of my childhood because, believe it or not, I had a lot of them. It’s just easier to remember my parents as they were before, so that’s what I do.” Y/n nods slowly when he’s done, feeling a lot of things but wondering if maybe it’s not her place to say it. He sees it anyway, because he sees everything.

“You’re angry. That they left me.” Y/n glances at him quickly, wondering if he’s upset at all -- this is such a delicate subject, and she doesn’t know if she’s allowed to feel this mad for him. But he’s smiling, like he can tell she’d been trying to hide it and he’s finding her incredibly endearing for it. She purses her lips and nods shyly, confirming his suspicions.

“That they left you… yes. But I’m angry that they kept your sister from you.” It’d been obvious in the way Hoseok had talked about his parents that he’d become purposely detached from them, that he’d accepted the situation and doesn’t feel any certain way about them. But the name -- ‘Hoseokie’ -- it had set him on edge in a way she’d never seen in this carefree, sunny boy before. His sister’s a sore spot, probably the one thing that hurts most. His smile tells her everything she needs to know, because she’s never once seen him smile bitterly. And yet there it is, forcing his dimples to make an appearance in a way that isn’t as heartwarming as it usually is.

“The last time I saw her, she was Hana’s age… she probably looks so different now.” If a person could physically deflate into nothingness, Y/n would have successfully done it. Hoseok can’t help but snicker, the image of Y/n almost melting into the couch too endearing.

“I -- I can’t even imagine… not knowing what Hana will look like in a few years.” It breaks her heart all over again, the way Hoseok nods, because he knows exactly what that feels like. But he refuses to dwell on it, clapping his hands down on his knees decisively and shaking Y/n from her stupor with the noise.

“Spend New Year’s Eve with me!” Y/n’s brain stalls, trying to process what he’d just said. He waits patiently, smiling while she switches mental gears and catches up to him.

“Huh? I mean -- sure? Yes? But, huh?” He laughs under his breath, finding her confusion almost obnoxiously cute.

“I’ve never had anyone to spend it with. Now that I do… I really want to spend it with you.” Y/n swallows hard, wondering where these butterflies in her stomach are coming from -- maybe it’s the way he’s watching her, eyes curious as he waits for her reaction. She only nods, suddenly very shy under his gaze.

“I’d love to, Hoseok…” He warms at how low her voice is, and now he’s the one feeling shy, pressing his palms into his thighs and staring down at his lap. They’re quiet for a moment, the soft crackling from the fireplace filling the silence, until--

“Oh, just kiss already!” They both turn quickly toward the voice, finding Yoongi standing at the bottom of the staircase, a look of disgust filling his face. He shakes his head when they gape at him, going so far as to wave his hand quickly, his palm passing through the air with intent. “Look, I even helped.” He’s looking at the space above their heads, and when she and Hoseok follow his eyes, they find a piece of mistletoe growing from the ceiling, hanging down between them.

Y/n groans in annoyance while Hoseok sits there, blushing brightly at Yoongi’s forwardness. As if to make things worse for him, Y/n’s mom enters the room again then, noticing the mistletoe right away as she’s handing the comically large stack of to-go containers over to Yoongi.

“Oh, cute! Did they kiss?” She looks at Yoongi when she asks, and he shakes his head in disappointment -- Hoseok gets the feeling they’re enjoying pretending he and Y/n aren’t right here when they start snickering in unison.

“Well, I gotta go--” Yoongi stops to glare at Y/n when she looks at him knowingly, eyebrows raised. Hoseok wonders if maybe this is about the messages she’d seen on the Slytherin’s phone earlier. “-- but I’ll catch you guys later. Happy Christmas, nerds!” With that he’s heading for the entryway, and Hoseok can hear him bickering with Y/n’s mom all the way to the door.

“Yes, I brought my coat--”

“You don’t have a hat! I’m sure they make hats for big-headed people, too--”

“That is so offensive on so many levels--”

“I’ll just have to make you one myself--”

“Mom! Stop working so hard, I promise I’ll go buy a damn hat!”

“Don’t you take that tone with me, Big-Head!”

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“I got us takeout!” It’s the first thing she says when Hoseok opens the door to his apartment, emphasized by the large bag she’s shaking in his face with enthusiasm. He pokes his head around it, smiling brightly at her.

“I also got us takeout!” Lowering her bag in surprise, she follows Hoseok into the small studio when he beckons her in, slipping her shoes off at the door as she looks to the kitchenette, where an equally large bag of food sits. She only looks to Hoseok, dumbfounded, and she finds he’s giving her the same look.

“How are we gonna eat all this--”

“No idea.” Y/n snorts when he looks between their two bags, face deadpan as he reaches for hers and sets it on the table beside his. He looks at them for a moment longer, finally speaking.

“Did we get takeout from the same place?” Y/n hangs her head with a groan when she realizes the bags look exactly the same. When she looks up again, he’s heading for the cabinets to get plates, his shoulders shaking with laughter. It’s infectious, and soon she’s shaking her head, turning to look around the apartment while she laughs openly. Her breath is cut short almost immediately when she looks at the living area.

“Holy plants.” Hoseok glances over to where she’s looking, a nervous laugh leaving him.

“Too much?” To put it simply, they’re everywhere. Floor plants, hanging plants, windowsill plants -- everywhere. There’s even a massive plant overtaking the table next to his bed in the corner, not an inch of space for him to put anything else. She feels like she just walked into a jungle.

“Your air must be really clean…” Hoseok laughs loudly, not having expected that to be her one assessment of his plant collection.

“You’re lucky I haven’t covered the couch in plants, too -- where are we gonna sit to watch TV?” As if the universe has decided to test him at this very moment in time for absolutely no reason other than to make him suffer, the apartment goes dark with the booming sound of the entire room powering down.

Hoseok barely manages to hold in his groan when he hears Y/n turn in his direction in the dark.

“I wasn’t watching anything good on TV these days, anyway.”

--

“Come on, come on -- where are they--”

“Hoseok, it’s fine--”

“I swear I had candles--”

“Hoseok--”

“Aha!” He pokes his head up from where he’s crouched by the closet, holding a stack of small candles triumphantly. Y/n’s sitting at the dining table, having cast lumos long ago and unpacked their copious amounts of food with nothing but the light of her wand. She’s smiling at him fondly now as he shows her the candles.

“Are you feeling better now?” Hoseok lowers his candles, sending her a sheepish smile as he rises to his feet and moves to join her at the table. He’d immediately started apologizing to her when the power had gone out, thrown into a panicked rush to fix things as he flitted around his apartment. She’d tried to reassure him that everything was okay, but he’d still felt really bad for messing up their night.

“I’m sorry, Y/n… I told my parents that I’m still in school until the spring, but I don’t think they heard that part when they said they were gonna stop helping me pay for stuff after graduation… I’ve been applying for jobs all year, but they just don’t really start accepting people until they see our NEWT results and transcripts and stuff, so--”

“Hobi.” He stops at the nickname, realizing when she levels him with a hard stare that he’s devolving into anxious rambling again. She reaches across the table, taking his hands in hers.

“Stop apologizing, Hobi. This isn’t your fault, and you haven’t ruined anything. I promise.” He’s slow to nod, but eventually he accepts her words, seeing how insistent she is.

“I do have one question, though.” He blinks, humming curiously when she continues and wondering what she’s going to say. “Do you… have spare blankets? Because it’s going to get very cold in here very fast.”

--

“I don’t think I want to eat anything ever again.”

“Mmm… Mmmm…”

“So you agree.”

“Mhm… Mmm…” Hoseok throws his head back against the couch, completely unable to form words after the meal they’d just had. Y/n snorts, nodding as she gets used to his various sounds of exhaustion.

“Me too, Hobi.” They sit there quietly for only a moment before Hoseok is lifting his head, urgent. Y/n looks at him, wondering what’s happening in his head when he turns to her, face deadpan yet again.

“I bought us ice cream on my way home with the food.” Immediately, she’s groaning, and he joins her in flopping around on his couch dramatically. Y/n takes a moment through her food-induced haze to appreciate their little setup.

The candles are set strategically on his coffee table and counters, clear of any plants because the last thing they need tonight is a fire. She’d been right in assuming it’d get cold, and they’d eventually stopped trying to manage with small blankets, dragging his comforter right off the bed and curling up together beneath it as they ate dinner. She can’t even recall what they’d talked about, the entire thing a confused fog from the food.

She knows they’d been giddy the whole time, on a weird high from the collection of ridiculous things that had happened in the first five minutes of her being here. That, along with the sheer amount of food and the wine Hoseok had pulled out for them, ended up creating nonstop laughter over the smallest things. She’s comfortable here, never having experienced a bubble of quiet happiness like this. She feels no pressure and she’s worried about nothing -- everything had fallen away when she’d walked in the door, the rest of the world blocked out from this safe space, here with Hoseok in his apartment.

“Oh! It’s almost midnight!” Hoseok’s squinting at his phone in the dark before showing her the screen -- 11:55pm. She glances at her own phone, sitting peacefully on the table in front of them, and she hates that the only thing she can think of is Jungkook. She’s scared that this period of silence between them will have done nothing, that as soon as the new year starts, he’s going to be back to badgering her constantly. She just wants everything to return to normal, and she’s scared that she only has five minutes left before that dream falls apart.

“Hey… Where’d you go just now?” Blinking, she sees that Hoseok’s peering at her, brow furrowed in concern. His phone toggles when he moves closer to her, a small pout set in his features, and the screen lights up again. 11:57pm. She hates that, after such a good night, it had taken only this to have them both frowning. She hates it.

“I just… I really just want all of this to be normal again. I want Jungkook to be normal again. I want the new year to be something good again, and I’m terrified it won’t be. I just want to forget everything bad from this year and start fresh.” She rolls her eyes at herself, hating that she’s ranting to Hoseok about her love life again, when they’d just wanted to have a nice New Year’s Eve together. But his mind is elsewhere, a thought crossing his mind suddenly. He checks his phone again. 11:59pm.

“Maybe I can help with that?” Y/n looks to him when he says it, confused.

“What do you mean?” He blinks, trying to decide if he’s really going to do this. The nervous feeling building in his stomach is somehow telling him this is a bad and good idea. He turns to her quickly.

“With that fresh start… forgetting the bad from this year… Maybe I can help…?” Y/n’s not sure what he means, but she doesn’t see why she would say no. Hoseok’s never done anything but help, even when he doesn’t realize it. If anyone’s going to help her forget, it’s him.

So she nods, waiting for him to explain. And then she’s gasping, because he’s leaning in, and she can see even in the dim lighting that he’s looking at her lips -- that he’s going to kiss her.

He pauses for a second to give her time to push him away. When she doesn’t, he’s glancing up and finding that she’s looking at him nervously, her gaze flicking back and forth between his eyes and his mouth. With a small inhale, he lets his eyes drift shut, closing the gap between them carefully.

Y/n’s not even sure she’s kissing him back -- she’s too focused on the feeling of his lips on her, how gentle he’s being as he applies just the slightest pressure to her mouth with his own. But she must be kissing him back, because he’s responding to something, his lips pressing harder when he feels her reciprocating.

It’s only one kiss, one that he pulls back from slowly after a moment, their breaths mingling warmly in the small space he’s created. Neither of them makes a move, eyes hooded and noses brushing in his dark apartment as they try to make sense of this haze long enough to figure out if this has really just happened. If Hoseok’s really just kissed her on New Year’s Eve.

And then her phone is lighting up on the table, celebratory texts from her friends pouring in, and they turn at the same time to glance at the screen. 12:00am.

Hoseok turns back to her then, eyes searching hers for something -- he’s not really sure what it is, but when a shy smile starts to dance at the edges of her lips, he knows he’s found it.

“Happy New Year, Y/n.”

[hoonligan]

PAPER RINGS!

chapter four: chocolate

written ! 1.3k + not proofread🥲

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“oh hello nice to meet you! you’re from enhypen right? we met your group earlier but you weren’t there along with your other member jake” you said taking his hand shaking lightly, he gives you a small smile looking down at the connected hands then back at you. “ah yeah sorry about that, jake got hungry so we went to get snacks. he found out there was a chocolate fountain and he hasnt left the snackbar since” with light laughter he gently lets go of your hand and brings his hands into his pockets. you laugh looking across the venue to the other snackbar that held the chocolate fountain, you see jake with a bunch of different things covered in chocolate on a plate, he has a marshmallow on a stick and he watches it get covered in chocolate with amazement”

“he’s like that all the time” sunghoon chuckles lightly bringing your attention back to him. you look back at him to see him already looking at you. you quickly avert eye contact with light blush on your cheeks and look back at his member who adds another chocolate covered snack to his collection. “oh and congrats on your debut, i realized i havent congratulated you and your group yet” sunghoon adds while shifting on his feet lightly. “oh yes! thank you so much!” you say looking back at him, “i didnt realize it could be this successful, its such a good feeling to see something you worked so hard on exceed all expectations” you say proudly looking down at your water tracing the rim of the glass.

sunghoon watches you with an admiring gaze, seeing you like this makes his chest feel warm. he brushes it off as the feeling of happiness to see another idol succeed. “yeah it really is an amazing feeling” he finally shifts his gaze to the crowd of people chatting off. “i’ve heard you are an ex-figure skater” you say abrubtly making him snap his gaze back to you. “oh yes i am” he says as he combs his hair back with his fingers. your heart gushes at the sight, “do you still skate? sorry if thats insensitive to ask, i dont know if you stopped on bad terms or- ” sunghoon cuts you off “its not insensitive its okay, and yes i still do skate just not nearly as much as i used to” he looks down at his feet fidgeting, he looks back up “do you like coffee ice cream?” he asks with a serious face.

you tilt your head to the side confused where his serious tone came from. “uhmmm not that much why?” his eyes widen at this admission, “what why not! its like the best ice cream flavor!” he states as if its a fact. “i dont know, i prefer vanilla anyways!” you say laughing lightly. “thats such a basic flavor come on” he says with a playful roll of his eyes, “i think the term is “CLASSIC”” narrowing your eyes at him lightly. “okay do you at least like chocolate ice cream” he asks seriously once again. “i dont and i will never change my mind” you say laughing. “oh my god youre insane, i cant believe this” he says laughing incredulousy.

you two talked for a couple hours, topics changing from ice cream flavors to what animals would you want to be to how you would survive the zombie apocalypse.

“eunbyeol oh my god there you are, we were looking for you for hours” you see hana approach you and sunghoon. “oh sorry i didnt realize you met someone here..?” sunghoon picks up on the cue, “oh sorry im park sungoon nice to meet you!” he says bowing lightly. “oh hello nice to meet sunbaenim, you im cheon haneul! you can call me hana!” she says bowing as well. “sorry to interrupt your conversation but manager tang says its time for us to leave” hana says apologetically, she look at you and gestures to the other group members standing near the entrance of the venue getting ready to leave, “oh! oh my god has it been that long? we got carried away sorry, ill be right there” you say as u checked your watch. hana nods and walks back to the group

“sorry for taking up this much of your time” he says with a bashful smile, “no its fine! i didnt realize the time either” you say as you set down the glass of water that fell empty after the hours on conversation. you turn back to sunghoon who was already looking at you (is this a habit of his???) you think, you avert eye contact once again, (is that a habit of hers??) he thinks.

“well it was super nice to meet you! i had alot of fun talking to you” you bow, “i had fun as well thanks for keeping me company, get home safe!” he says with a little wave, you smile and nod and start to walk away. sunghoon doesnt want to stop talking to you, he contemplates asking you for your number, what if you’ll get weirded out? what if you think he’s a creep? screw it. he catches up to you easily with long strides, he grabs ahold of your wrist gently from behind you. you’re startled at the contact and look up behind you to see the culprit, you look at him confused “so sorry but i really enjoyed talking to you and i was wondering if i could get your number? sorry if thats too soon to say, i still want to continue our conversation on who would survive the zombie apocalypse longer” he says really fast you almost didnt catch it.

you smile up at him as he gently lets go of your wrist. youre surprised at his admission, you feel so flattered that someone liked talking to you this much to ask for your number. he took your surprise as rejection and started thinking he just made a fool out of himself, he was just about to say nevermind when you said “yeah sure do you have your phone with you?” he feels like a weight has been lifted off his chest, he swiftly takes out his phone and inputs the password, he navigates it to the contacts app and gets the contact profile ready. he hands you the phone and you quickly typed down your phone number. you input a contact name as well and smile as you handed it back to him, “eunbyeol! come on!” you hear someone shout from behind you, “i really have to go now! thank you again sunghoon!” you ran off to your group members and as you exited the venue you looked back to see him already smiling at you, you gave him a little wave and left.

sunghoon looks back down at his phone to see the contact profile, he smiles once again as he types down a message as he hits send, he feels a hand grab his shoulder, “there you are! where have you been! we were looking for you earlier” he looks behind him to see jake with chocolate residue around his mouth, “you have a chocolate mustache!” sunghoon says quickly taking a picture of the sight and running off laughing. “HEY DELETE THAT STOP” jake says wiping his mouth and chasing after sunghoon.

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you finally arrived back home after such a long night, you go into your room and do your nightly routine, getting ready for bed. as you get into your covers you see your phone on your nightstand and realize you forgot it, you decide to just check if you missed anything, you see a few missed calls and messages from your group members asking where you were, a notif from your period tracker saying your period is in 6 days, and a message from an unknown number.

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SYNOPSIS! han eunbyeol just debuted as a member of hybe’s first girl group BLOOM! their debut is a huge success, to celebrate hybe arranges a company party, inviting other groups to celebrate the debut success of their first girl group. at said party eunbyeol is introduced to park sunghoon, both immediately feel a connection. exchanging numbers to keep in contact the two talked everyday, getting closer with each message. as time goes by the two slowly fall for each other, but what happens when our darling eunbyeol who never puts herself first, finds out that her best friend fell for sunghoon too.

[hyunjinspark]

hi!! im rereading slwy because im super normal and have a very healthy attachment to it, and i'm just noticing small details that i missed the first time i read it. at first i only saw the connection between yn's arrangement of the blue and purple paints and the balloons on chap 12, but now i noticed things like how hyunjin was carrying a purple bag the very first time yn saw him, the purple hair clip he wore, the blue star yn drew on his cheek and how the heart on her cheek was purple, then the balloons on chapter 12....... i feel insane

also i wanna mention - i love ur writing in general, but i just have to talk about the double date. ur writing is really extremely immersive - the way hyunjin was not "supposed" to pay attention to yn at all, but there were subtle moments where it was so clear that she was always on the back of his mind. i don't really know how to explain it, because you made it so subtle. like, it was clear he was intrigued by her, but it could very well be just her wishful thinking, but it wasnt, but it could be, but i know it wasnt ?!?!?,!!? you get me ?,!?!,!? the only real confirmation we get that he was very much thinking ab her is when he buys her the whole damn menu, but thats like by the end of the date, so when it happens it feels like he was being so successful in hiding his interest in her, but he slipped up bad on that one and made it obvious. so yeah, extremely immersive and i was very impressed while reading it again

and man, i already knew hana sucked, but rereading has made me realize shes legit fucking awful. idek if shes aware of how bad of a friend she is, idk if she does it on purpose but at the end of the day i guess that doesn't really matter, she still sucks ass

i used to think felix was worse, because he's more outwardly toxic, but that's what makes hana that much more of a bitch. she belittles yn in so many moments but its so quick you almost miss it, she crosses every single boundary my good sister tries to set and i KNOW she isnt even that cute alright yn just blindly likes her too much

okay thats it sorry for rambling i have a hard time writing words that make sense

have a lovely lovely day you you talented soul i'll miss you until you blow my notifications up again

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hiii. i love this so much, and i love you ! this made me laugh, and ive had a very stressful day so thank you 🥺☹️

you noticed all the colors, it makes me so happy because i love putting little details like that, even if they go unnoticed but just for myself, and the story.

thank you for loving the double date that was actually hard to write because i did not want hyunjin to come off as someone (rude?) for not being interested in hana or not being sweet to her, but i also wanted to push the initial attraction he has for yn. looking back, it was one of my favorite “tensions” to write and the fact that you think this way makes me very proud, thank you! i definitely wanted to leave it up, because he is intrigued by yn but we’re also seeing things from yns perspective so it can be skewed.

felix and hana can be “toxic” in different ways. for lix, it almost always stems from hyunjin, but for hana, her behaviour is the same regardless of the situation, so yeah its about picking the lesser evil 😳

you made sense, dont worry, and you made me so happy with this message.

[yonkimint]

Okay so i am here and thinking thoughts!!

Baby jung is eventually gonna have to tell tae (and everybody else) that shes behind the twt page and that Thats how she actually found out about hana.

Thats gonna be....something. like theres some ethics concerns there at the very least. At least probably from taes pov. Not to mention how everybody else might feel about it. Especially if a certain tiny rapper decides to send a message 😏

Like its obvious she did her best to keep everything above board (and i personally think she succeeded swimmingly) but i can also see how those involved might feel a bit differently about it.

Taes got some fkn nerve tho!! Sir i know you like to pretend to be kinda stupid but you usually have some kind of vaguely plausible deniability to help you along. Rn tho youre literally getting upset for the same bs you pulled like a week ago. As a professional idiot i am, frankly, disappointed.

Not to mention youve gotta pick one my dude; you can either be oblivious to baby jungs (and your own) feelings OR you can have feelings about her activities with men that arent you. It cant bw both, especially when you have a wholeass actual gf dear lord!!

Anyway i will miss you and the story this week!! But again i hope you have the most fun and if you feel like it i look forward to fit pics and live blogging!!

Also. ive been listening to phase me by woosung on a loop for like 2 days and im tryna send baby jung some of that energy!!!

Yes! I think we are so focused on Tae being the biggest bag of dicks currently that we are forgetting that y/n is not totally innocent in any of this. I want to reemphasize that y/n NEVER told Tae how she felt. It doesn’t matter how obvious it is, if she’s going to complain about Tae not communicating, she also needs to check herself!

And the ethics of the Bangtan Secret are very questionable. Like if she really wanted to be above board, she should have had one of her classmates answer Tae instead of being the one to personally advise him. Idk. That’s just my personal thoughts.

I know we’re all huge Baby Jung supporters around here but we can’t dismiss her character flaws just because Tae is being worse currently!

Anyway tl;dr they both have their own shit to work on!

Also, I miss y’all so much!!! I’m waiting for my friend’s flight to get in so I have a moment to answer everyone’s messages! I drove by Lollapalooza today when I got into Chicago and I’m so hyped!!!

[the-acid-pear]

Tumblr refuses to let me reblog the post again, so this is the second part of me reading the second btg book! ☺️

Still Chapter 211

Son on son violence

Chapter 212

This dude pretty cute ngl

Shit, rip

AAWW HIGH 5 🥺🥺

It's almost like they are a regular father and son 😭🥺💔

Chapter 213

Look how thigh those shirts are hehehoho 🥴

OYXITSITDITDLTD

Ooooh there goes my man Jyaku ready to kick some ASS

🥺😭💞

Baki really just forgot his mom eh, thought you were getting stronger for HER smh

Oh Jyaku vs Retsu? Nvm Jyaku i can only hope Retsu is nice w you

I like how most are like, confused over who to cheer for lmao

I know he won't make it but I'm cheering for Jyaku btw i like him more <33

Chapter 214

Love that title, can't believe Jyaku is gonna ask Retsu out 😍 /j

He really is just honest Igari

I love that he apologizes

Chapter 215

OJFOYDITDISTOTDG

HIS FACEEE THIS FUCKING CLOWN 😭😭😭

THIS IS JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

Chapter 216

Burgir

GHZJDUDDRHD THEY ARE SOOO MAD

That smile so cute...

Jyaku is a king

Love it when Retsu throws that pose, though y'all know why

HDGSSGSGF you are coming to Japan wether you like it or not 🔫

Chapter 217

Finally Jyaku got serious too

WITH HIS TOES 😭

King is just obsessed i luv him

HEHE HAIRY LEGS

It does seem like Jyaku is trynna confess his love jfnshdshdf

Chapter 218

I remember i almost laugh cry with my dad when we saw this

His damn beard... 💔

THE HAND OF THE TRAITOR

He has a good point

They be calling my man Jyaku a masochist noooo yfjdhdgs

Chapter 219

Okay seems kinda into it <:/

Old man? He doesn't look that old Baki :/

That was so smart 🥺

Chapter 220

Retsu calm down please you are gonna break his back

Oh my god Retsu, oh my god.

He did apologize at least

Chapter 221

Damn dude be a little more gentle with him

Oh, get was picking him up, okay

FR FR

🥺🥺🥺

FARHDHDYFTH THE KINGGG

Chapter 222

I love how everyone completed him (except Yujiro but not surprising), these warriors are such a good team

I want to eat an apple too now

That was fast

I got distracted watching a vsauce react video sorry

Okay I'm glad a comment actually mentioned Sik

Chapter 223

Had to take a uh idk 5 hour break bc lights went out :/

Feet be fuming lmao

Ohhh that's a cool analysis

Chapter 224

What a good punch

That "please",,,

Poor Li man, having to see his brother DIE /j

No, Viêt Long, i have not been hit by a truck before.

Chapter 225

It's so funny how Jyaku lost bc he fought a main charac and only those win

Sad day for the Chinese citizens

Mf got tits in his back

This is gonna be so goodddd

Chapter 226

Look at the size of his tits, the slut

INSTAGRAM INFLUENCER POSE WOOO

These two are cool fighters

Chapter 227

Old man showing skin

His smile is so fucked up lmao

Chapter 228

Baki what the FUCK are you wearing?

I just remembered when Hana did a flip, that was so good

Retsu babey 🥺

I love how confused Yujiro looks

Chapter 229

Hey, i recognize that name...

Kaku just too op

Yujiro you are gonna pop your testicles if you do that with your leg

Chapter 230

God that's such a good threat

Love Retsu's confusion

Damn bitch you saying we gotta keep up w this whore cuz you were too slow? Ffs Kaku 😢

I love when you can tell someone is still hanging around just quietly by seeing their response in a comment

Chapter 231

God this just feels so good, to see Yujiro actually scared 😍

YOOO THAT'S POG

Chapter 232

I wanna finish this book and start the next one grrr

This fight is so satisfying

That last bit is so cringe but whatever that's okay

Fight so controversial comments were deactivated

Chapter 233

Itagaki hincha de boquita el más grande? 😳 /j

Okay yeah it IS just rude

Hohoooo shit getting nice

Chapter 234

This asshole lmao

Yuji-chan really went "how many times do i have to teach you this lesson, old man?!"

Mfs be doing Jojo references in the comments lol

Chapter 235

GTFO WITH THAT LOGIC RETSU IM SORRY CHINA IS LOSING BUT GET LOSTTTT AJSGAJGS

Ffs Kaku you are doomed 😢💔

Yujiro so strong my mouse disconnected

Chapter 236

Abs in his back...

Crying and shaking that is NOT true

DON'T FEED HIS EGO, KAKU

LIONS CAN BE KILLED BY TIGERS TOO!!!!

I thought Yujiro was bleeding for a second there smh

Chapter 237

OKAY YEAH IT IS HIS BLOOD ITS COMING OUT OF HIS NOSE ITS NOT MUCH BUT HE BLED

THE HEAD APPLAUSE

HE'S SO UPSET LMAOOO

Yujiro surprised is good shit

GSJDUFTHSTD

KAKU YOU LEGEND LMAO

Kaku has boyboss energy

Chapter 239

This cover almost gives me a stroke

I love how they all just shat their pants

These minor Chinese characters were so good tbh, sadly i don't think they will ever return

Don't worry Retsu, we the viewers have seen a man revive before

King i don't think any of us understands

It really is

CAN MEN IN THIS FRANCHISE JUST OPEN BOTTLES REGULARLY?!

Oh my god i though Yujiro was sitting on the air for a second i almost cry 😭

Coca cola must have paid Itagaki /j

Chapter 240

Oh so the Kaioh part takes the name, not the surname

...is Yujiro wearing a floral shirt? 😭

I LOVE THAT ENDING SO MUCH 🥺😭

Jyaku has his eyes fixated on Retsu eh, proud of having him come to Japan lmao

Chapter 241

HORRIBLE fit Baki

CHILDHOOD SAGA PART 2? 😰

Jk though i do miss Yuri 🥺

Oh hey Jr

You gonna fuck his girl, bro?

Chapter 242

So straight forward lmao

I'm starting to appreciate Baki's feminist ass every day even more

AAAA GRANDPAAA 🥺🥺💞

This page didn't allow me to call two mfs virgins smh, 1984

Chapter 243

Grandpa they shrunk you

Chapter 244

Kings idc about this

Okay true but also he's 70 dude pls... Though idk if this guy will go thru worse than Jack lmao

Such a nice lad

Chapter 245

Baki being such a feminist icon is so meaningful considering how his parents were,,,

MY MAN IS BACKKK AND AS DAPPER AS EVER

Doppo he's called Ali Jr how are you surprised?

OH MY GOD I JUST REALIZED HIS EYE PATCH HAS A PATTERN THAT'S SO COOL 🥺🥺😢💞

These men love throwing their glasses eh

Chapter 246

If only Igari and Toba had done this lol

OKAY THATS COOL I LIKE THAT

Me lo re devaluaron a mí pelado eh

HEHE OOOOH NICE 😳

Scenes that give me a boner

CHU...

Such a good callback...

Chapter 247

My man got serious, sweet

Doppo has been trying out his luck a bit too much like he's been betting with his life an uncomfortable lot like king do you need to talk? Are you okay? First asking Gouki to kill him now this like, is everything alright Doppo?

YEAH A BIT FUCKED UP TO THINK ABOUT

I love that blocking technique

OSHWOWHIWWH "gay ass Orochi, out of option so he touching dick" SHUT UPPP 😭😭💀

I really wish he got kicked in the nuts again see if he's still using his technique

Chapter 248

Poor guys thought he was bout to get murdered

A kiss? 😏 /j

When i saw this in the anime i actually thought Orochi was going to die, i was gonna get sooo angry

Chapter 249

What a way to cockblock em

Feminist icon

Jack is that the only sweater you own?

Chapter 250

I have been thinking of that scene of him eating the whole steak a lot

Jr like 🥺

Imagine being stupid enough to tease Jack like, i get he defeated two masters but they are NOTHING compared to this monster

Imagine jack just smoked some weed right there lmao

Jack needs to bite people more

Chapter 251

My shitty ass son gave me parkinson's

Jack that's not how human anatomy works what the fuck did Kureha do to your body spine?

Chapter 252

DAMN JR WHAT A FAT ASS

Looked like Jack was going for a handful

Those techniques must fuck your neck up so bad

Okay Jack you are going a bit far now don't cha think?

Chapter 253

You are tempting your luck sunny boy

Look at that, you pissed him off!

You cannot just know out jack hanma bro

HHH

This was so stupid yet, unironically, iconic

Chapter 254

Bruh i thought it said Pog 😭, ain't manslaughter poggers Mr Hanma?

OKAY THANKS JACK

Such a simp he downed that coffee cup

Grandpa put here cockblocking

Chapter 255

"no he didn't >:/"

These two masters are a pair of fucking idiots like understand this i love my grandpa and i love my man but mfs have to take the L for this one time sksgwjgshgw

Gouki bro my senses gonna shut down if you put your sucks against the dirt again OUGH sensory hell 😭

FOR FUCKING REAL JR

STOP ENABLING THE OLD MAN!! WKSGKSGSJSHDD for once I'm on Viêt's side 😭

Chapter 256

Hoho Gouki out here getting a panty shot 😳

Grandpa i love you but this was unnecessary

Chapter 257

Kozue should wear a Korn tshirt

GET HIS ASS KOZUE

OWHWLWGISGSJWG 😭😭 MF JUST STANDING THERE LIKE A FREAK I LOVE HIM BUT I HATE HIM SM!!!

Love how consistently round his hands are, king got no knuckles

HEY DONT CALL MY MAN A FREAK KOZUE

King hasn't changed his clothes ever since i see

His shoes look so nice...

OKAY OKAY HE HAS A POINT AT LEAST, HE AT LEAST ACCEPTED HE LOST BUT HE'S STILL BUTTHURT FROM IT SKSGAJGS BUT HE ADMITS IT!!

Doppo i love you but shut UPPP you lost get over it!! You are just going for the rematch bc you have the higher ground against a injured guy!!! Like Shibukawa didn't have time but you were already getting serious!! Hhhgrrrrrr doppo i love you but I'm going to bark

Hehe nvm he still hella fine... keep talking king 🥴

This was so mean of him sjsgwjwg

Chapter 258

Low-key starting to believe these two mfs plotted against Jr sjshsj

THAT FACE AKSGWJGS just 😐

If i didn't know you would get your ass handed in a plate i would be a lil mad he's planning on being that savage

He has been thru worse, sunny boy

Niceee

Tbh. I don't care anymore. Doppo is in the wrong, but GOD I'm a simp and i love seeing him fight 😍😍🥴

Yeah a comment mentioned it, we all were on Jr side until he threatened to kill Doppo Orochi like, even if not everyone here is as horny as me we all like an og fella

I also love how the prisoners really changed them all, the scars (both physical and mental) those 5 left will be remembered lol

[kuratoki]

Distance 06

Hi guys >< I finally had some time to proof read the latest parts which means, that I have a few parts queued up for the next few days :)

Work has taken 99% of my life once more and my hours are just getting longer and lately all I’ve been doing is work and sleep (and eat on the occasion) but I really want to get back into this so I might be a bit rusty but please bare with me!

Also thank you to all who’ve touched base, I am well as can be :) Now.. on with the story!

There wasn’t a day Jeno didn’t regret not making things official with you sooner. What he also didn’t expect was his soon to be ex best friend to act on his feelings towards you either. Now a whole continent away with a ten hour time difference, will the two of you survive the distance and all the obstacles that come with?

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Ballerina OC x Dancer Jeno

Words: 3506

Warnings: Cavity eating Fluff :x

~Tag List: @mikachu-28​ @peachykrystal​ @jenoleeaesthetic​

Distance Masterlist

“Hey guys, there's a mandatory NCT meeting at lunch today.” Jaemin called out to YangYang and Xiaojun after second period was over.

“Aren’t we supposed to meet after school today?” YangYang asked and Jaemin shrugged, showing them the text from Doyoung.

“I think it’s because they know Jeno’s going to leave the moment he gets out of his meeting or whatever.” Jaemin said, predicting his best friend’s next move, “Which is highly likely.” 

“Wait so that was the Y/N and Renjun?” Xiaojun asked as Chenle approached the group.

“What? Y/N and Renjun are back?” he asked with wide eyes, “Where are they?” 

“Probably the NCT Practice room?” Hana suggested, “They didn’t tell you?” 

“They didn’t tell anyone.” Yeeun said coming up to the group with Yukhei. She looped her arm through Hana and asked, “What are you waiting for? We got to go before Jeno gets to her first.” 

“Shit. You’re right.” Hana said and waved to the rest of the group, “We’ll see you guys there.” And the two were quick to run down the hallway knowing that Jenos patience would be thin.

Chenle and Jaemin looked at each other and contemplated their words, “Shit, they’re right.” they said simultaneously before taking off after the girls.

“If you want to meet Y/N, you guys better get going. There’s no telling how long she’ll be here for.” Yukhei advised chuckling at how well the group knew each other, “Let’s go.”  

Upon entering the practice room, it was utter chaos. From the transfer students eyes at least. 

Taeyong, Doyoung, Johnny, Yuta, Sicheng and even Haechan had both you and Renjun in vice grips and they were sure Taeyong and Johnny were actually crying. 

Tzuyu watched the scene with wide eyes, how could you have such an impact on so many people? Even though five of them were currently smothering you and Renjun, it was obvious the other members of the club were waiting for their turn. Feeling a presence behind her, she turned to see Jeno watching the scene with a soft smile. A look she rarely got to see. At the same time, the soft look turned hard.

“Okay guys, I think they need to breath.” he called out, walking towards the crowd.

“Oh shit, it’s Jeno.” Haechan joked, clinging to you harder, “Y/N protect me.” 

“I think clinging to her is only going to be worse.” Jaemin commented and he was right. Jeno put his hand on Haechans shoulder and soon, the boy was cringing and sinking to the floor in pain, “I told you…” 

“Jeno, you’re literally going to take her from us once this meeting is over. Let us have our time.” Doyoung said and you giggled as Jeno backed down like a puppy who’d just been reprimanded by their owner. Only Doyoung had this power.

“Okay, since Jeno won’t be here after school.” Taeyong started once everyone had said their hellos and welcome backs to you and Renjun, “There are some changes that are happening to the club.” he then motioned to the blonde who was standing next to Soonyoung since Yeeun and Hana had you nestled between the two, “Jeno?” 

Everyone’s attention was on him, anticipating what he was going to say.

“Uh...where do I start?” he asked, suddenly nervous, making most of you crack up. He looked at you where you were currently sitting between Hana and Yeeun, giving him a big thumbs up.

“How about the beginning?” Haechan called and Jeno glared.

“Hey, Haechan, remember the bowl of frosting I almost threw at you?” he warned and Haechan stuck his tongue out at him, “Anyways, I guess the easiest way to put it is that I’m dropping out of the club.” 

“Wait what?!” various gasps were heard around the room as the three leaders at the front nodded their heads in understanding. They had known about this for ages.

“You can’t leave!” Mark called out, “You’re the strongest junior we have and Jisung isn’t even here.” 

“I think it’s a cool opportunity.” Ten commented, “It’s not like they’re gone forever. He’ll still be around school cause of the other classes he has to attend until he really has to leave and everyone will be back next school year.” 

“I heard the training for the program was intense.” Doyoung added, making you and Renjun roll your eyes.

“Tell me about it.” you both muttered. 

“Plus you guys can survive a semester without me. You and Jaemin are gonna take over as reps anyways.” he said offhandedly catching the two off guard.

“Excuse us?” Jaemin asked looking at his best friend with wide eyes, “You can’t be serious.”

“Do you not want it?” Jeno asked with a grin knowing his best friend wasn’t that stupid.

“No but I-” Jaemin was at loss for words as he stood up and jumped on Jeno.

“I think he’s crying.” Jaehyun commented as Jeno just rolled his eyes as he patted Jaemins back, “Jeno nominated you guys because Mark was last years rep and he thinks Jaemin has what it takes. The leadership team agreed and that’s how it was decided. So are you guys taking it?” 

“Of course!” They both said simultaneously and Taeyong clapped his hands. 

“Well I guess thats it, meeting adjourned.” he said, “Those who are participating in next weeks performance are the only ones that have to show up today after school. Everyone else has the day off.” 

People started to disperse and soon all that was left was your group of friends, including Sicheng, Yuta and the transfers and introductions were made. 

You could feel the disdain coming from Tzuyu as Chenle made the proper introductions and you were sure the girls had picked up on it too. You were sure everyone could feel it but in an attempt to break the ice Xiaojun spoke up.

“So you’re the infamous Y/N and Renjun that everyone talks about.” 

“Infamous?” you asked as you and Renjun shared a look before looking at your group of friends.

“We missed you okay.” Jaemin said as he was still clinging to Jeno and being the good friend he was, let him.

“It’s literally been a month.” Renjun said rolling his eyes, “Plus we’re going to be here for the next two weeks.’ 

“Then you guys are gone again till the summer.” Chenle said with a frown.

“Don’t remind us.” You and Renjun said at the same time as Soonyoung laughed knowing the real work was coming after the performance. 

“What’s our plan?” he asked and everyone looked at one another.

“Lunch?” YangYang suggested, “It’d be great to get to know the two of you.” 

Tzuyu tensed at the suggestion, she was already uncomfortable being in the same room with you. From the time you walked into their first period classroom, she could already see the change in Jeno. He held this look in his eyes that she didn’t know could exist and when seeing him pick you up and hold you so close was painful. She had no idea that someone like Jeno could have those emotions. He’d been so cold and mysterious lately and that was his main point of attraction but now, she wanted him to look at her with the same eyes. 

“I’m down.” Soonyoung said and looked between you and Jeno, “I assume that we’ll see you sometime before the first audition?” 

“You’re not joining us?” Xiaojun asked with a frown, he also saw the looks that Jeno kept giving you and he wanted to see the two of you interact in person.

“I’m dowfmfml” you started but was quickly muffle by Jeno’s hand as he came to stand behind you when he pushed Jaemin off of him, making you glare.

“How about we grab dinner tomorrow night? There’s a place that Soonyoung knows about in the city and we can hang out at our place after?” he suggested and glared down at you when you licked his hand but he still held tight.

“Sure that works.” Jaemin said quickly winking at his best friend, now fully recovered. 

“Then that’s settled.” he looked down at you and removed his hand, “Shall we get going? I have a surprise.”

“What surprise could you have possibly come up with in the last three hours?” you asked suspiciously and the blonde boy gave you an innocent smile.

“Something I’ve been planning for a while” Jeno said simply and you swore you heard Hana and Yeeun let out a small squeak, “We’ll see you guys tomorrow night.” 

“I guess I have no choice.” you said giving the group an apologetic smile though most of them didn’t mind, “There’s no stopping him when he’s dead set on something. It was nice meeting you all.” you said with a wave as Jeno grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room. “See you tomorrow!!” you called. 

Soonyoung and Renjun laughed and Jaemin looked like a proud father while the girls giggled to each other. 

“You don’t think he’s…” Yeeun whispered to Hana and the girl only nodded her head and the two burst into giggles gaining looks from everyone.

“What is wrong with you two?” Renjun asked and Yeeun gave him a knowing smile. They were surprised the guys didn’t pick up on it but Jaemin looked at Hana and winked. They knew.

Jeno had said ‘Our Place’

“You’re going to break my arm off.” you said as you tried to match the pace of the puppy with much longer legs who was currently dragging you through the school, “Slow down, I just got off a twelve hour flight.” you whined and Jeno slowed his pace, pulling you to his side as he led you to his car. He was glad he decided to drive to school today instead of his usual walk, it was like fate had it planned. 

“And you didn’t have the audacity to tell me you were coming.” he said, opening the door for you, shutting it once you slid inside and walked to his side, “I could’ve met you at the airport.” 

“I actually forgot we were coming until I was on the plane.” you admitted looking down, “I’ve been kind of distracted.” 

Jeno hummed at the tone of your voice, knowing exactly what you were talking about, “Have you talked to him since….?” he asked casually as he backed out of the space and you shook your head. 

“I think Chan took away his phone and training camp is taking up most of his time anyways.” you explained playing with your hands in your lap, “I was more worried about you honestly…” 

As he pulled onto the highway, Jeno reached over to grasp your hand and brought it up to his lips before placing your intertwined hands back on your lap where he proceeded to play with your fingers. 

“And I told you when you called me, I’m not mad at you.” he said in a neutral tone, “Jisung was in the wrong and you did right by telling me. I would’ve been more upset with you if I had heard it from someone else.” 

‘Plus I could never be mad at you like that even if you did kiss him back’ he thought to himself as he felt you squeeze his hand. 

“It felt wrong...I mean he was supposed to be my best friend and he always supported me…I never thought…” you muttered, your voice laced with disbelief. 

“And that’s why you trusted him...he did a stupid thing that jeapordized your friendship. What matters now is that you know that we’re okay...okay?” he asked, squeezing your hand, “We can deal with Jisung later...right now, I have something I want to show you.” 

Looking out the window you were suddenly confused, “This isn’t the way to our houses.” 

“We’re skipping that and going straight to Gangnam.” Jeno explained and looked at you from the corner of his eyes all the while still being aware of the road, “Do you trust me?” he asked and chuckled when he saw your blush.

“Always.” you whispered and you felt him squeeze your hand.

“Then trust me when I say that you’ll like this surprise.” he said and smiled when he felt you playing with the ring on his middle finger, “Take a nap. You must be tired from your flight. I’ll wake you up when we get there.” 

“Okay.” you said leaning your head against the window as Jeno let go of your hand briefly to turn on some classical pieces he knew you liked before intertwining your fingers once more.

When you woke up, Jeno was just pulling into the garage of the apartment.

“Good nap?” he asked as you stretched your arms, letting out a small yawn. 

“Mhm.” you said and looked at him with a small smile, “Ready to go?”

“Not yet.” he said before leaning over and touching his lips to yours catching you completely off guard, pulling back just as quickly, “Okay, lets go.” he said getting out of the car just as quickly, going to your side to open the door.

“What is up with you today?” you asked, giving him an odd look, swinging your joined hands as you walked to the elevator.

“I haven’t seen you since winter break and my ex best friend made a move on my girlf-” Jeno cleared his throat, “made a move on my best friend” he said, taking a blind fold out from his pocket, “More about that later though. I need you to wear this before we get upstairs. It’s for the surprise.” 

“Are you sure it’s not some weird kink you have?” you asked as you reluctantly let the taller male put on the blind fold, “And you won’t make me walk into some wall will you?” 

“Do you have that little faith in me?” Jeno asked, offended and you scoffed. 

“Hawaii, we were nine and we snuck out of our rooms to get a snack using only the light of your gameboy. You walked me into the side of the refrigerator.” you said in a monotone. 

“You promised you’d forget about that!” Jeno said with a whine, poking your side and you tried to hit him but only managed to get air. You heard Jeno chuckle as he whispered in the opposite ear, “Missed me.” 

“Just wait till I get this blind fold off…” you grumbled, crossing your arms and felt arms wrap around you from behind.

“What are you gonna do? Kick me with your tiny ballerina legs?” he asked, teasing as he led you out of the elevator and once you knew you were in the apartment, you kicked backwards into his shin, causing Jeno to yelp in pain.

“These tiny ballerina legs have to go through an hour of conditioning everyday. Just cause I’m small doesn’t mean I’m not strong.” you shot, “Can I take my blindfold off now?” 

“Not yet.” Jeno said, still rubbing his shin, “Cause depending how you feel, this surprise might actually piss you off. But the girls said you’d love it so I’m going to go with their gut instead of mine.” he rambled, “Now if you want to hit me, please just stay away from my legs and my face.” he let out a big breath.

“Now you’re starting to worry me...Are you sure I want to see this?” you asked, trying to feel for the other person in the room and felt him take your hand, leading you further into the apartment. 

“As long as you can keep your anger to a minimum…” he mumbled and you let out a sigh.

“I promise I won’t be mad.” you said as he sat you down and you feel him sit next to you on the couch, “Unless its something idiotically chaotic then we’ll have to see.” 

“Eh, you can take off your blind fold now.” he said leaning back.

“Finally.” you said and lifted the scarf from your head, squinting your eyes as they readjusted to the light. The first thing you saw was a bouquet of fresh flowers and you were so confused as to how it got there. There was no way that he could’ve gone out during the short period of time you’d been there to get something like this. Looking at the boy in question, you were met by his, I did a thing smirk.

“You didn’t think the meeting with the head master took a whole two hours did you?” he asked laughing, “I was literally signing papers to take the time off I need from school  and talking about how my credits will be handled with the online academy.”

“You sneaky little-” you started but was automatically cut off by Jeno.

“That wasn’t the surprise though, just the bonus. Look around.” he said as you finally got a good look at the apartment. There were more pictures in certain areas and you noted familiar nick knacks on some shelves but the biggest change was the feel of the once bachelor pad. 

“What did you do to this place?” you asked, looking around in awe.

“Made it home.” he said simply and hesitantly added. “Our home.” 

Your head whipped around so fast you were sure you had whiplash. “Our home?” you asked, “What do you mean?” 

“Remember when we were younger and we always talked about moving to the city once we were done with school? I’d have this place and you’d have your own somewhere nearby?” he asked as you turned to properly face him and nodded. “After you left, I came here a lot to reminisce about the old times without being bothered. No one but you knew about this place. I guess after I learned to drive I came here so much my parents decided to just give the place to me instead of having me ask for the key all the time.” he started and scratched the back of his head nervously, “I got drunk one night, alone...and I guess I just missed you so much that I started seeing a life with you here. It’s stupid, I know but I was seventeen and heart broken. I needed that little piece of mind, even if it was just for a moment.” he smiled remembering how he envisioned his life back then. There was a reason Jaemin called him grandpa so much. “After everything that happened with Xander’s passing, I got my wish. I got to see what it was like waking up to you in the morning. What it was like walking out to you reading a book on this couch, having breakfast together. All of that and it felt so natural, like I found my soulmate.” 

Your eyes widened at his confession as Jeno struggled with his next words.

“I want this place to be as much yours as it is mine.” he said taking your hands into his, “If you ever need a break, I want you to know that you can come here without asking.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Because if you’re ever upset and you need to run away, I want to be able to find you.” he answered giving you a soft smile, “I’m not going to lie and say I don’t see my future here with you either.” 

“But aren’t you technically asking me to move in with you?” you questioned again making Jeno flustered, “This is your place after all.” 

“W-well I mean…it won’t be till we’re done at SMAA…and it won’t have to be right away..” Jeno started backtracking making you giggle as you leaned up to press your lips against his and he was quick to respond before you pulled away, finally looking at the place.

There were more feminine touches around the apartment for sure and you had a feeling the girls had a role in that as Hana knew what your style was but there was a good mix of Jeno in there too. There were photos from your travels and holidays, photos of your friends, you and Renjun and the guys, it seemed like every polaroid you had taken was on what was dubbed the memory wall. 

“This is really nice…” you said softly, “Feels like home.” 

“Our home?” Jeno asked, hope clear in his voice.

Turning back to face him, you gave him a playful smirk and shrugged your shoulders. 

“Maybe one day. Guess you gotta play your cards right, Lee.” you said with a slight giggle and felt yourself being pulled back against a rock hard chest. Turning your head you met the eyes of your childhood friend, first love...only love? You loved it when he wore his glasses because it made him look so much more mature then he really was. Cupping his jaw with your hand, you ran your thumb along his cheek, leaning up as his lips met you halfway as you once again got lost in each other.

The same thought ringing through your minds.

‘One day.”

[skippysartq]

Kuniko x Uta ? Character Story

I was inspired by the idea of Ushiten kid x Iwaoi kid from starrenorth

https://www.instagram.com/starrenorth/

This is the post that inspired me.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CSUdikDsHvW/

on Instagram. And I have no idea why I started writing it as Omegaverse but It just kinda stuck in my head like that.

It was day 3 of the Miyagi qualifying round for the spring high tournament.

In the day Shiratorizawa smashed it through to the finals.

Although Karasuno was tough, that crows still fell and Shiratorizawa moved on.

Their next match was against Aoba Johsai. That is where they meet.

Ushijima Kuniko and Oikawa Uta, on apposing teams. But a first sight they were infatuated with each other.

Getting to touch when shaking hands at the start of the game. Taking in each others scent.

Ushijima Kuniko had the sweet scent of Chocolate, Oikawa Uta had the salty scent of the ocean.

They encouraged the other to do their best so their could watch the other at nationals.

Shiratorizawa wins.

After the match they agreed to meet up, sitting together nervous. Kuniko offers Uta some Pocky and they smile happily started talking when, they both get a text message from their parents.

The Japanese men's volleyball team.

Wakatoshi and Hajime unaware that they would be meeting each other's sons today. Leaving the rest of the team to do as they do going to pick up their sons from the Sendai gym.

Waiting for them out side was their sons.

"My dad is gonna be here soon to pick me up." Kuniko sighs. Uta perks up. "Hey, hey, we should swap contacts Kuniko." he says grinning. Kuniko's face lights up nodding his head fast.

Wakatoshi and Hajime get out of their cars and surprised meeting in the carpark. They walk to find their sons together talking about how practice went.

The two boys exchanged numbers, and look up noticing the two older men talking. Uta in shock whispered to Kuniko who was smiling like an idiot. "Is that the southpaw Ushiwaka?" he asked the two men now noticing the boys sitting fairly close together.

"Huh? Oh yeah, well that means I gotta go." Kuniko stood bowing and went to run off. Uta didn't let him, grabbing his jacket stopping him. "You know him?

"Yeah, Uta he's my dad. Ushijima Kuniko and Ushijima Wakatoshi." Kuniko points to himself then Wakatoshi. Uta was stunned, how he didn't notice.

"Thats kinda why my school mates call me Ushiko when cheering."

"Wait then, that Oikawa Hajime, my dads training coach over there..." Kuniko pointed over to the two who were kinda watching the interaction between the boys.

"Oikawa Uta." he says quietly with Little jazz hands. "Arh and the Kageyama on your team, I know him, his dad was my parents underclassman in middle school, he has a twin brother that you guys went up against before us."

"Yeah I know the whole team was surprised. Kageyama-sempai never really talked about his family so it shocked everyone to find out he was at Karasuno and they wore the same number crazy right?"

"Yeah it sure was, I was watching in the stands with Moriani-hana and Genki, despite him falling asleep at times."

The two laughed together.

"Come on they look like they are waiting for us." Uta stands taking Kuniko's hand and pulling him over to their dads.

"Oh, Kuniko how was your game!" Wakatoshi says not noticing the boys still holding hands as they stood there. Hajime on the other hands trying not to look at it. "I'm going to nationals! Papa!" he lifted both hands up. They all realised their hands wrapped tightly together. The two boys quickly let go Uta, hugged himself, Kuniko rubbing his hands awkwardly.

"Are you two?..." Hajime started, pointing between them. but was quickly stopped by a frantic Uta all red in the face. "N-no dad look we only met properly today, we didn't even know each other's last names until a minute ago, when you showed up." the two men looked at each other laughing.

The boys looked up the men, laughing, feeling confused as to why they were. "You like who you like, it's fine boys." the two sigh. Then hugged and waved goodbye getting a good smell of each other's scent so won't forget their scents.

"Good luck at Nationals, I'll be cheering for you okay Ushiko!" Uta yells as they went their separate ways until the next time.

They texted for weeks sometimes practiced together on off days.

At nationals Shiratorizawa made it to day 3 and lose the second match. Regardless of the lose Uta watched the match's, cheered him on from the stands with their parents and celebrated with The two families on them making it so far in the tournament.

A few weeks later The 3rd year's graduated, they became 2nd years and after a few dates disguised as hangouts and sleepovers, together they started dating.

They had their first kiss by chance on a date and it soon turned into more when they had, presented one sleepover at Kuniko's house and getting them caught by his parents as Uta had him pinned to the floor, with his arms around Uta's neck.

Kuniko, Despite his hefty physic turned out to be Omega like Satori and Uta a skinny and confident Alpha like Hajime.

After that night they weren't allowed to sleeping the same room, when sleeping over, to prevent them from bonding at such an early age.

"The first boy I fall in love with, I will marry him." - Oikawa Uta age 5

"Why only the first what if you don't turn out good for each other?" Tooru asks his son as the two walked home from his kindergarten.

"I know he will be the one, because he will be the first one I fall in love with."

After dating for a few weeks they told their parents.

Oikawa household at dinner one night.

"So are you gonna marry him?" Hajime spoke out of nowhere, Tooru and Uta both chocking on the rice they ate.

"What? Dad!" Uta yelled flustered.

"Your in love with him right? And you said the first boy you fell in love with you would marry... So?"

"I-I was only a kid! And I hardly remember saying that." Uta pouts crossing his arms.

"You still did say it. So." His dad agues.

Uta looks down at the table, playing with the hem of the table cloth.

A heat raised to his cheeks as he thought about it.

'an older Kuniko in a white suit or dress, at the alter. Holding My hands, and kissing to seal ourselves forever in front of our friends and family!" he whispered to himself.

"Hajime I think you broke our son." Tooru whispered over to his husband.

"W-well maybe. Who's name would we even take? Oikawa Kuniko or Ushijima Uta? Arh I can't decide!" he let his head fall on to the table.

"Aww Uta-Chan! You don't have to worry about it now. I said the same thing when I was a kid, I fell in love with your dad first, but I date other people before we finally got together and married." Tooru laughed at his sons mental overload and pats his head.

"I think Ushijima Uta sounds nice, don't you Tooru?" Haijime, looking to his husband who replied.

"I like Oikawa Kuniko better. I'd rather our son keep our name." after all these years Tooru still spiting Ushiwaka.

"Pfft what's the point in asking, even you two can decide who's name we should take." Uta laughs to himself.

[drakewalkerisreal]

Chapter 8: Only in the darkness, you can see the stars!!

Amour Sans Fin

Drake x Riley

Sorry, if some of you find it a slow romantic fic. But thats how Drake is like!!

We reached Lythikos after five hours drive crossing the Alps range. It is Olivia’s place, but I have always been thoroughly enchanted by the beauty of Lythikos. As we reached the Nevrakis chateau, the view in front of us was breathtakingly beautiful.

Everybody arrived at almost same time at Olivia’s castle in different cars.

“Welcome to Lythikos” Maxwell always seems excited.

I looked at her taking in the vista of Mountains from Nevrakis Chateau.

“This is beautiful” she took a deep breath.

No. You are beautiful.

She is wearing a simple green Cardigan with blue denim with sneakers. No fancy jackets like other nobles. Her hair is in half updo today and her light curls are falling down her shoulders. They must smell good. I can feel it. Wait!! What am I? A sniffer dog?

“Where is Bertrand, Maxwell? I notice he’s not here lecturing Brooks today.” I advanced to them.

“Bertrand was called away for some business having to do with our estate.”

“Bertrand is gone?? Now, this is real vacation!!” Riley giggled.

“Yes, we can enjoy ourselves” Maxwell grinned too.

“But it’s cold in here” Hana rubbed her arms.

Wait till you go out in snow.

I suggested Hana eyeing Riley “You must have packed anything warmer”

“Not much” she sighed

“C’mon Ladies!! I’ll show you your room” Maxwell lead them upstairs.

I reached to my allotted room. It must be room for underprivileges in Lythikos. Thanks Olivia!! This is what I expect from you!! At least I have roof over my head. After settling in my stuff, I get down to the side of the lake.

In a while, I saw her coming down with Maxwell near the frozen lake. Liam and Olivia were already doing ice skating holding hands at the centre. They were laughing and Olivia is kind of showing her claim over Liam.

Maxwell and Riley stood beside me with Hana.

“You know how to ice skate?? Right??” Maxwell asked her.

“Umm... No. I never tried. But I can do some skiing”

Now, that’s my kind of girl.

“But I can try. What is it about?? Try to stay upright and don’t fall. “

“Good enough” Maxwell encouraged her “Now Go to Liam”

I decided to watch from outside the arena.

Maxwell waved at Olivia and tried to distract her. He was showing his spin to Olivia. But Olivia was not interested at all. She made such disgusting face.

Maxwell winks at Riley and sent her sailing across ice towards Liam.

He mouthed “Go get him” He’s not a prize to win, Maxwell.

Suddenly she lost her balance a bit and Liam held her. No, that wasn’t a trick. I can see.

“Gotcha” he smiled and caught her in his arms. She felt uneasy and pulled away a bit. Although she smiled.

“Hey, Liam”

“Let’s Skate” he took her hand and lead her to centre of the lake.

Now, he’s skating with her holding hands. Yes, I felt jealous. I was never jealous of Liam before. I don’t know why but I am feeling it now. No, it has nothing to do with her. I am only a human. I can have such feelings even with a friend. He always gets the girl. Every girl gets enchanted by him.

Their fingers are entwined now and she is blushing.

This place sucks!!

Olivia interrupted their conversation making face and pointing towards Maxwell. He was smirking from the other end.

Olivia threw some insulting words at Riley. Liam tried to calm Olivia down but Riley replied with a smile. She doesn’t seem to affected by such petty insults. She is stronger than I thought of her.

Olivia insults her more and took Liam to other side of the Lake.

She looked at the crowd feeling embarrassed and alone.

Maxwell seemed to be busy flirting with Penelope. “I don’t think I can balance on these” Penelope complained.

I saw Tariq fussing with his skates. However, Hana was gliding on the lake elegantly. This kind of display of elegance is must for nobles.

Thank God ! She has got Hana. Hana glided around her and now they were talking and giggling and laughing. I love the way she laughs coz she does without faking it. That’s the difference between Riley and other girls here.

Finally, this skating thing ended and everybody headed for skiing. Yeah!! That’s what I wanted.

Liam was still busy with Olivia. I joined Riley and other to crest the top of the mountain. Maxwell was helping Hana with her skis.

“So, Brooks you finally made it to slopes”

“Were you starting to miss me?” she asked playfully.

“Me? Hardly!! I was just getting bored”

“I did not find you in skating”

“Skating is not my thing. That’s dull and pathetic. But I was there looking at you.” Shit “I mean looking at you all doing funny dance on skates” Escaped it.

“Aww..Drake I would love to see you in a tutu sometime” she chuckled.

“You wish!! Kiddo!!”

“Hey!! I got it; you have problem with skating. What about skiing? Is it manly enough for you??” she raised her brow.

“Heh!! You know what? I am champion at it” I boasted “How about a race?”

“I am in”

“We’ll have to ski down that slope. One who gets at bottom first, will win” I pointed towards the end.

She nodded.

“Ready??”

“More than ready”

“One...two...th” And there she goes even before I ended three.

“This is cheating” I shouted behind her.

“Hey Mr Champion, afraid of my little head start”

I chased after her. The wind whips against the face as I picked up the speed. She was maintaining pace ahead of me. She is good at that. I looked at right seeing Olivia and Liam skating playfully. She did not bother to notice them. However, Liam shouted from behind “Go Riley”

I picked up the speed more and overtook her.

“Hey” she shouted.

There was a large rock between the slope and we needed to take a long curve to pass around it. But the angular curve passes near the edge of the mountain. I swerved to go around it and suddenly slowed down to look back.

“Watch yourself Brooks” Shit.

She lost her balance while swerving and slipped down towards the edge. I immediately stopped but I saw her slipping more towards the edge. Oh no. I freed myself immediately from the ski and ran towards her. She was almost near the edge and gripped a branch of tree to stop herself from falling down.

“Hang on, Brooks” I reached to her and grabbed to pull her upwards as half of her body is hanging down. She was so light so I pulled her without much effort.

“You okay?” I asked checking her.

“Yeah” she was panting.

Then she laughed. Why is she laughing? She may have fallen from the edge.

“You lost your mind ??”

“Never had such race in my life. Thanks for saving me Drake. Again”

“You’re weird and unnecessarily funny... you know that??” I still can’t believe she find it funny.

“Drake! You look more scared than me, by the way” she giggled.

“Don’t try to hide it by laugh. This pain will go away but humiliation of losing will take some time”

She elbowed me playfully.

I took a deep breath inhaling the cool, crisp mountain air.

“This trip hasn’t been bad so far. Shame that tomorrow is waltzing and bowing and all that.”

“Oh shit!! I don’t know this waltz much!”

“Are you joking?? You’re good with Liam at Masquerade!!” I asked in surprise.

“That was all Liam. I didn’t do much” she sighed “I am going to look stupid in front of everyone, aren’t I?

“Hey it will be probably hilarious to watch” I chuckled

“Drake!! If you can’t help, just keep it shut” she got up flapping snow off her jackets.

“If I could, I would help. I don’t know the steps” but she stomped off in snow.

“You can ask Hana” I ran behind her.

She stopped looking at me with baby eyes full of anger “Thanks for suggestion”

We glided over to the top meeting rest of the group.

“It is time to head over to my spectacular lounge to warm up” Olivia announced.

“Thanks for the race. I actually had fun” I whispered for calming her down.

She didn’t say anything but narrowed her eyes. She is really angry. Fuck!! I shouldn’t have made fun out of it.

Everybody headed towards Nevrakis Chateau.

In the evening, we were all sitting together in the lounge by the fire drinking hot chocolate. Me, Liam, Riley, Hana, Maxwell, Penelope, Kiara.

Riley, Maxwell and Hana were giggling about something. Liam and I were looking at them with amusement. How are they always full of energy?

“Hey!! See little marshmallows shaped like hearts” Hana chimed like two years old.

“Yeah!! Just adorable” I rolled my eyes.

Riley glared at me shooting daggers. I retreated like a puppy.

“Incoming” Maxwell pointed towards Olivia.

“Hello!! My dear guests. I hope you all are enjoying” Olivia gave a pointed smile.

“I always enjoy at Lythikos” Liam smiled.

I rolled my eyes till back of the head.

Olivia seemed to notice and smiled devilishly at me.

“Hey there Drake!! Enjoying ourselves!! Are we? If little Savannah was here, she would have enjoyed too”

I clenched my teeth. This is my reaction when someone talks about Savannah. Olivia knows where to hit. I shook my head gesturing Olivia to shut it but she ignored it. Everybody turned towards us now.

“Oh!! What happened?? Are you in contact with her?? Where is she?? Give me her contact number someday and I’ll invite her myself here”

“Olivia…” Liam said in a warning tone.

I got up immediately to leave.

“She was so sensitive”

“Olivia..no..” Liam warned again.

“You know what?? I just remembered; I’ve got somewhere I need to be.” I advanced towards door as I didn’t want to mess up with Olivia making a show of my emotions.

“Wait Drake!! Comeback! I wasn’t finished with you” I heard Olivia throwing comments behind me.

“Olivia!! That’s enough!! Leave him alone before I slap that smile off your face” I stopped for a moment hearing Riley’s voice and left the room.

I got out in the dark night walking in the snow. I stopped in a clearing of woods and looked up in the sky. It must be the time. I checked watch.

After a while, I heard footsteps behind. I turned around and find her.

“Ooooo” she tried to scare me playfully.

“Brooks! What are you doing here??”

“You don’t scare easily, huh?”

“You must try something else. Now, what are you doing here?”

“I should ask this question. It’s dark and freezing outside. You must get back.”

“What are you?? My mom?”

“Shut up and get back. C’mon she took my arm”

I looked into her eyes. She hesitated and left my arm immediately.

“C’mon??”

“I am here on purpose..”

“What is it here? She asked looking around.

“Trust me??”

“Trust you?”

I reached out and shoved her into the soft snow.

“What the hell Drake!!” she shouted

“Stop shouting kiddo and look up” I sat beside her and pointed towards the sky.

“Wow” she looked up to see the dazzling sky with shooting stars lighting up the night. I can see those stars in her eyes. Hazel brown eyes. Deep Hazel Brown eyes.

“Drake”

“Yes, my lady”

“This is absolutely gorgeous. I have never seen something like this before”

“Nothing beats a clear view of sky during a meteor shower”

She smiled at me genuinely.

We looked at the sky full of shooting stars silently till it gets cleared.

“I used to do this with Savannah since childhood. My dad used to do security for Constantine and Regina. Savannah, my little sister and I were allowed to hang out with Liam and Leo. Leo is Liam’s elder brother. If you know him?”

She nodded silently.

“Liam and I ended up becoming best of friends. However, Savannah was friendly with everyone. She loved living at the palace when we were kids. She was fascinated by dresses and jewellery.” I keep on blabbering. “But it got harder when she was older.”

“What happened?” she looked into me.

“She couldn’t take it I guess. I failed her; I was unable to protect her. One day she left without a word to me..to anyone..” I put hand over my face. “This is more than I talked about it with anyone till now.”

“Really?” she asked genuinely

“If I started to trust, I may start with you”

“This is the nicest thing you have said to me”

I looked at her pink lips. I want those lips..so bad. I don’t know why? They look soft like petals of some flower. Her cheeks are pink too.

“We probably should head back” she stared at ground blushing.

“We better be” Self-restraint is must.

We walked slowly back, trudging through the snow and wind. Suddenly she took my arm. Electricity was now running through me.

“Umm..for safety” She looked away smiling.

“It’s really slippery here. We should be careful”

We got inside and spotted Hana waiting for us. “You two, okay?”

“Hana! You’re up!!” Riley felt guilty.

“I couldn’t sleep with you two out in dark.”

“I am sorry, we kept you up”

“At least both of you are back.”

“Goodnight ladies” I waved hand and headed towards my room immediately.

But I was sure, it wont be easy to get sleep tonight.

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[the-everlasting-dream]

The Revelation - Chapter 17

A/N: THEY KISS OK? AFTER 17 DAMN CHAPTERS. And theres some fluffy fluff too. 

Word Count: 5260

Warnings: Language, panic attack. 

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around herself, hands rubbing her triceps to induce some warmth in them as she made her way through the snowy courtyard.

It was all too much. 

The music, the laughter, the crowd of people staring at her like she was livestock on display for sale. She couldn’t do it. They expected her to don a facade like them, to laugh and socialise like the duchess she was supposed to be, waive off the if the entire accident as if it hadn’t happened.  Instead of the American Sweetheart the press had spun so skilfully, here standing before the was a broken woman, half a shell of what she used to be, trying to convince herself more than anyone that things were fine when that was the furthest thing from the truth. Their eyes, their expectations pressed on her from all sides as in turns came to greet her, shaking her hands and kissing her cheeks, their well wishes and niceties thinly veiling the disapproval and dissatisfaction at the woman who had emerged after the accident. It clogged her lungs and filled her throat, capturing her breath and holding her captive as it all built and built into a tremendous crescendo that threatened to break and wash away whatever grip she had on sanity. So she did the only thing she could. 

 She ran. 

 Gathering the shirt of the much too fancy ballgown Hana had dressed her in, Elizabeth awkwardly sidestepped an incoming lord, twisting quickly to move out of his way. She’d yet to gain full control over her limbs since the accident, her reflexes not as fast as they should have been in causing her shoulder to clip a waiter as she stumbled by, the force completely upsetting the tray of champagne flutes he was carrying. The loud crash and tinkling of shattering glass drew all eyes to her, and murmurs of disapproval sprung up from the crowd, exactly the thing she was hoping to avoid Babbling an apology, she’d bunched up her skirts and fled the room.

Above, the heavens thundered their disapproval too, freezing the tears as they slid down her cheeks. Elizabeth swiped at them with the back of her hand before peering out into the snowy landscape, trying to make out where she was. Panic flared up in her as she failed to recognize her surroundings. The light was fading to almost nothing, blanketing the whole area in dim light. 

 Stifling a gasp, she turned in a full circle trying to get her bearings, trying not to let the feeling of helplessness overwhelm her. What had been a good idea to get away from the prying eyes was proving to be fatal if she could not find her way back now. Glancing down at her feet, hope sprung up in her and she resolved to follow her footprints back to the castle but her flimsy plan was foiled as the clouds gave way to their contents, raining down thick snow that quickly covered the landscape around her. 

 As she struggled forward, her dress snagged on hidden object hidden under the gradually growing snow. The wind picked its cruel song, whipping at her hair and face until she could barely see. 

 ‘Help.' Her voice seemed to shrivel in her throat, lost to the howls of the wind as she stumbled forward. Something caught at her ankle and she sank down to her knees, unable to summon the strength to get up again. In fact, it felt much better to lie down instead. 

 I’ll just lie down. Thats a good idea. Just for a minute. Just a minute. As Elizabeth closed her eyes, the last thing she saw before she faded out of consciousness was a dark shape on the fringe of her vision.

-

A loud crackle snapped Elizabeth back to consciousness and she blinked slowly once, twice as the wooden beams of a roof above her came into focus. Her other senses kicked in too, the smoky scent of a fire tickling her nose, her hands shifting to feel the downy material of a mattress beneath her. A soft glow to her left identified the crackle as the sounds of flames where a large figure was sat before it, a wickedly long rod in one hand. It took a moment before panic surged through her as she tried to scramble to her feet but her legs wouldn’t cooperate. 

 ‘Wh-Where? Where am I?!’ 

She managed to push herself onto her elbows on the small bed she was laying on as the figure whipped around and closed in on her. Letting out a small scream, Elizabeth reflexively threw a hand up to brace herself in case of a likely attack. Instead of the iron rod connecting with her body like she expected, she felt gentle hands steadying her as her companion made calming sounds. 

'Richmond. Elizabeth it’s okay. It’s me. Its Drake. You’re safe now,’ 

Hands smoothened over her hair soothingly and slowly the panic drained away. Finally she found the courage to peek past her forearm.Sure enough it was Drake, silhouetted against the warm light of the hearth, concern written across his handsome face. 

‘D-Drake?’

‘Its me Richmond,’ his voice was soft and comforting. 'I’ve got you. Its okay.’

At his words, she sunk gratefully into his arms, clutching them as if he was her only tether to the mortal world, taking deep breaths of relief. In return he rubbed her back gently until her breathing calmed down a little. 

'I’m going to have to put a bell on you. Or a leash or something,’ she heard his deep voice rumble from where her ear was pressed against his chest. He smelt like pine and leather, familiar and strangely comforting.   

‘W-what happened?’ 

‘You ran off. Into a snow storm no less. The Lythikos variety are particularly tough. Not the smartest thing to do.’ 

 ‘And you found me..?’ She asked, picking her head up as she put the pieces together. ‘You brought me here?’ 

Drake nodded, studying her carefully as she processed that information. 

’Thank you.’ She said after a long moment. 

He shook his head. ’'S nothing.’ 

 Elizabeth took in his appearance, still in his suit he’d obviously run out after her immediately. His white dress shirt was rolled up at the sleeves and open at the collar, a bit of chest hair peeking out while his blazer hung drying in front of the fire. How did he still look so attractive? 

Realising she’d been staring much too long, she cleared her throat. ‘So where are we?’ 

Drake gestured around at the small cabin. ‘Olivia’s guard house. On the edge of her estate. It was too far to make it back to the mansion so I thought we could crash for the night.’ 

‘And the guard?’ 

‘On holiday. Probably.’ 

An awkward silence stretched out as she nodded weakly. A sudden shiver wracked her body, sending a chill through her chest as she wrapped her arms around herself. 

 ‘Oh crap. You’re probably freezing in that outfit,’ Drake nodded to her navy ballgown. ‘I was gonna, ah… but that wouldn’t have been appropriate.’ 

Elizabeth felt her cheeks heat at his meaning but he was right. Staying in the damp dress would only make her sick and a cold was the last thing she wanted. ‘I’ve got a slip on under this. I don’t suppose Olivia's guard has a spare pair of pyjamas hidden anywhere here huh?’ 

‘I wouldn’t count on it,’ Drake muttered as he got up to do a quick search before coming up apologetically empty. She looked at him in askance as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, thinking. 

‘Here take my jacket. You can wear that while your dress dries if you want..?’ 

Seeing no other alternative, she accepted the jacket from Drake who dutifully turned his back while she changed, glad to get out of the heavy material of the ballgown.   

‘You…uh can turn around now.’ Elizabeth felt her cheeks heat up as his eyes inevitably found hers, raking over the way the blazer hung from her slim frame, the satin slip cascading down to a few inches over her knees. 

 ‘Suits you,’ he gave her a half smile as he reached for her dress, spreading it out before the fire before retaking his place at the low bench in front of it. Elizabeth stood behind him, debating what to do for a moment before settling down next to him. Realising she was still cold, he retrieved a blanket and settled it over her shoulders, giving her a small smile as they continued to warm themselves. 

‘You don’t have to do this, you know..’ she said finally, still staring into the fire.

‘Do what?’ 

‘Take care of me.’ ‘I’ll always take care of you Richmond.’ 

‘It’s rotten work,’ she mumbled bitterly, so softly he couldn’t have heard it. 

 ‘Not to me. Not if its you.' 

Elizabeth picked her head up to see him staring intently at her. The longer they held the look, the more earnest his face grew while tears sprung to her eyes. Not wanting to cry again, she dropping her gaze. ‘You don’t know what you’re getting into Drake.. You say you want me, you say you want to be with me but being with me is a full time carer role. M-maybe before the accident… it would have been...’ 

That hurt too much to think of. 

 She cleared her throat, finding her voice again, trying to emulate the cold calculated tone the doctor had used. ‘I’m not like that anymore. I’ll need continuous physiotherapy sessions for the rest of my life, I’m at high risk of seizures for now which means I can hardly be left alone for long periods of time, I get mood swings and headaches and I’m on more medication than some people have in their life. You say that now but when it gets hard, that’s what its gonna be like and... you’re gonna get bored and leave.’ 

‘I promise you I won’t.’ 

‘You will. You should.’ 

 ‘Do I look like a liar?’ Drake fixed her with an intent look that she couldn’t bear to hold. 

 ‘Sorry,’ she mumbled eventually, pulling the blanket further around her shoulder. ‘It's just hard to believe that someone would want me.’  

His bare hand enveloped her smaller one, prompting her to look into his eyes. ‘I want you. As long as you’ll have me, I’ll take care of you Richmond. You don’t remember but I made that promise to you once and I intend to keep it.’ 

 Sitting so close to him, she could feel the heat radiating off his body, warming her own. She searched his face for a long time, trying to find the answer to the questions swirling inside her. 

‘Why?’ 

‘Why what?’ 

‘Why are you so intent on keeping it? You are a good looking guy Drake. You could have any girl out there. Why me?’ 

 He ruminated on that for a moment, his voice soft when he answered. ‘I tried. I tried to forget you. And you’re right, there are other girls out there but none of them are you. 

‘I’m not the same Elizabeth you used to know.’ 

Surely he had to know that. Elizabeth swallowed, feeling the weight of her past self weighing on her chest. If he expected that girl again, he was going to be sorely mistaken. 

Drake was shaking his head. ‘I’m not the same Drake either. I was a grumpy, bad tempered guy who had given up on the world, thinking if he hated it enough, it might hate him a little less. My life changed the moment you walked into it. You pushed me out of my comfort zone, challenged me, encouraged me, supported me. You gave me a chance when no one would Elizabeth. So I’m asking you now,’ he wrapped his other hand over hers, his dark eyes gazing into her own. ‘Can you do it again?’ 

 Elizabeth stared at him, searching his face for any sign of anything that would deceive her, instead she found only honesty and the slighted bit of hope brimming. She was scared, her flight response kicking in but for the first time she fought it. Her memories though fragmented spoke for themselves. He was nothing but devoted and kind, funny challenging, all the things she was attracted to him. I fell in love with him once, surely I could do it again right?

Her head seemed to answer her as she nodded slowly, her heart fluttering at the way his face lit up at the gesture. Maybe this could be the start of something great… 

Again she felt that magnetic pull like she’d had that night at her duchy, between board games when he’d made her a s'more in front of the fire. This time she didn’t fight it, scared out of her wits at what was happening but realising she wanted this more. Ever so slowly, their lips drew closer and closer until they were but a hair’s breath away, noses gently brushing as he waited, waited for her to make the move, giving her the option to back out if she wanted to. Giving in to the undeniable attraction in her, Elizabeth felt her eyes tilting shut as she pressed her lips to his, slowly, hesitantly and her heart leaped when Drake reciprocated, his lips moving over hers in a soft, sweet kiss that warmed her more than the fire ever could. 

 His hand came up to brush her cheek gently as they parted for air, both breathless, not quite believing what had just happened. She gave him a small smile, words unneeded now, the twining of her fingers in his enough to communicate how happy she was in this moment. 

Feeling completely at ease for the first time in a long time, Elizabeth leaned her head against Drake’s shoulder, both of them basking in the afterglow of the moment. 

 Eventually she let out a yawn she wasn’t expecting and Drake shifted. 

 ‘Ok its bedtime. You’ve had a big night.’ 

Too tired to argue, she nodded as he lead her to the bed, peeling back the covers before settling underneath them, as heavy as her eyelids were, something registered in her brain. 

 ‘Where are you gonna sleep?’ She asked, fighting back a yawn. 

 Drake glanced uncertainly at the small cabin. ‘I was…uh… I was just gonna take the floor.’ 

 ‘Oh…’ Elizabeth was quiet for a moment before venturing,'We should huddle together.’ 

Drake’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. ‘Wh- You mean..’ 

'Y’know for warmths sake,’ she replied, trying to make her voice sound casual despite the hammering of her heart. Still she didn’t take back the offer. 

He studied her for a moment, wondering if she was serious before giving in. 'Yeah… for warmth’s sake.' 

She rolled to her side, facing away from him and felt the bed shift as he got next to her behind her, his body tense. 

A small silence lapsed before she dared to turn and see him perched uncomfortably on the edge. 'You can move in a little more if you need. Its a small bed.' 

‘Oh…uh… It is a small bed. Do you have enough space?’ His voice sounded so much richer so close to her ears. 

She felt the heat of his body at her back. 'Yes. Do you?' 

'I’ll manage.’ 

 ‘Ok… Goodnight.’ 

‘Goodnight Elizabeth.’

-

Before she even gained consciousness, Elizabeth felt something wrapped comfortingly around her wait. She breathed in deeply, not wanting to wake up from the deep sleep she was in. It was the best sleep she’d had in a while and she shifted a little, determined to squeeze in every single  minute she could. When she did however, she felt something oddly… her pressing against her ass. Her eyes shot open and she gave another experimental wiggle to see if she had been dreaming. No she hadn’t and the hard thing poking into her actually pushed back, digging into her now. Turning slowly, dread built up in her as she found Drake’s sleeping form next to her. 

Oh god did we…

Head still cloudy with sleep, she panicked and tried to scrambled up onto to find his arm pinning her down. She heaved it with all her strength, more than she expected and the last thing she saw was Drake’s eyes shoot open before her force caused him to roll off the side of the floor. 

‘Wh-' His cry of pain as his body thumped on the floor shocked her out of her sleepy trance. 

Elizabeth gasped, clapping a hand to her mouth as she wrestled with the blankets briefly before peering over the edge. Relief flooded through her to find Drake fully clothed in his shirt and dress pants, rubbing his hip in pain. 

‘Goddammit,’ he muttered. 

 Elizabeth opened her mouth to reply before her eyes slipped down to his crotch where he had an impressive case of morning wood. Following her gaze, Drake’s face flushed bright red before he grabbed at the edge of the pillow to cover himself. Despite herself, Elizabeth couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up as he stumbled to his feet in the direction of the bathroom. She took the time she was alone to explore the small cabin and by the time, Drake had come back out, she placed a steaming mug of coffee in front of him, hoping to ease the awkwardness. 

 ‘Black right?’ 

 He gave her a small grin. ‘Yeah.’ 

 She watched him take a deep appreciative sip before asking her question. ‘Did we stay like that the whole night?’ 

He lowered the mug, watching her carefully. ‘I guess we did. Is… is that okay?’ ‘It was nice,’ she replied, surprised to find herself actually meaning it. Another pause filled the room before Elizabeth giggled. 

 ‘What’s so funny?’ 

‘Nothing. I’m just..’ 

Drake rolled his eyes but the reddening tips of his ears gave him away. ‘If it makes you feel any better, you’ve seen it before.' 

Elizabeth’s eyes bugged out in surprise as he had the gall to wink at her. He took another sip before blowing out a long breath. 

'So what do you want to do today? Storm’s cleared so we can head back if you want to..’ 

Her light mood dropped as the prospect of going back to reality and facing everyone at the castle after her blunder came sinking back in. Drake must have picked up on it as he jumped in.

‘Hey we don’t have to go back if you don’t want to. We could… get out of here.’ 

Elizabeth looked at him in curiosity. ‘Where would we go?’ 

‘Leave that to me Richmond.’ He winked again, a gesture that she was really getting acquainted with. 

 By the time she had finished in the small cramped shower, Drake had returned from Olivia’s castle with a change of clothes for her. Feeling refreshed, she emerged into the porch to see him leaning against the side of a sleek black Lexus. 

 ‘Is that your car?’ 

He snorted. ‘Do I look like the fancy pants type?’ 

‘I pictured you to be more of the beat up old-faithful pickup truck type.’ 

One side of his mouth picked up. ‘Not half bad.’ 

 Soon enough they were driving along the highway as Drake fiddled with the radio station until the sound of classic rock filled the car. Elizabeth turned to him with a raised eyebrow. ‘Really?’ 

‘What?’ 

 Her answer was to switch to a smoother more relaxed song. Almost immediately, Drake switched it back, controlling it from the steering wheel. ‘Driver’s choice, Richmond.’ 

‘Given that you’re not telling me where we’re going, I think I get this one.’ A flick of her finger changed it back to her music and he finally conceded. Elizabeth’s eyes went back to the road, watching the rolling green hills of the Cordonian countryside fly by. She glanced back to see Drake taking peeks at her, and gave him a shy smile. 

 ‘Wanna play a game?’ 

 ‘Sure.’ 

’20 questions?’ 

‘Fire away.’ 

She thought for a moment. ‘Dogs or cats?’ 

 ‘Dogs. Not competition. Cats are snooty. Tea or coffee?' 

 ‘Milkshakes.’ 

He gave her an amused look. ‘What kind?’ 

‘Choc mint.’ 

Drake’s face immediately screwed up in disgust. ‘Ew.’ 

‘What’s not to like about it?’ She protested. ‘Its got chocolate, its got mint.’ 

‘Exactly. Mint belongs in toothpaste and gum, not in food.’ 

‘You have terrible taste Walker.’ She shook her head at him. 'If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?’ 

 Drake thought for a moment, rubbing his chin with one hand. Elizabeth sucked in a breath as the sun hit his dark hair bringing out the copper strands. He is so handsome. The moment was lost when he finally answered, ‘Australia. Been wanting to see what that laid back life is about.’ 

‘You’d love it. All singlets and bare feet, you’d fit right in.’

Drake glanced at her, a smile playing on his lips. ‘You picturing me in a singlet Richmond?’ 

Elizabeth blushed as he flexed an arm teasingly. ’N-no..’ 

 He let her squirm for a minute more before asking his next question. ‘Favourite movie?' 

They swapped questions, some funny, some deep, some outright ridiculous that left her laughing until she was breathless. Finally Drake pulled up to a dirt carpark and killed the engine. Elizabeth glanced around in curiosity, not understanding where she’d been taken to. It just seemed like an ordinary carpark to her. Her door opened and he offered her a hand as she climbed out. 

‘Are you sure you know where we are? Because I have no idea.’ 

 ‘Relax Richmond.’ 

 Elizabeth watching him wink again as she scurried after his long strides. She smelled it before she saw it. A fusion of sweet, spicy, tangy and other things she couldn’t identify. Following Drake as he rounded a corner, she found herself on the fringes of a bustling festival of some kind. The smells she’d detected earlier came from rows of colourful tents where vendors served out steaming hot plates of food, to her left a band played on the stage and the sounds of laughter and merriment came from the games area where fair games of all kinds were set up. A bray of a donkey alerted her that there was also a petting zoo set up in the far corner. 

 ‘Told you to trust me.’ Drake’s eyes were on her, a slight nervous smile on his face as he awaited her approval. Elizabeth opened her mouth to answer but her stomach beat her to it, growling loud enough to make him chuckle a little. 

 ‘Lets get some food in you.’ 

 Encouraged by Drake to try whatever she wanted, Elizabeth ended up with multiple plates ranging from ash reshteh to kim chi to pizza. She swung her legs in happiness as she dug into her meal, watching the fair-goers around her until she glanced back at Drake who had his own bowl of feijoada. 

 ‘How did you find this place?’ 

He shrugged casually, 'I have a way of finding interesting places to eat.’   She gave him a shy smile and together they finished the rest of their food, him helping where she’d taken too much. 

 ‘Wanna check out the rest of the fair?’ 

Elizabeth nodded enthusiastically, eyes already on her goal and she grabbed Drake’s hand and set off in the direction of the petting zoo. It wasn’t until they were standing in line that she realised her fingers had wound into his. Glancing up at him, they shared a smile as a warmth bloomed in her chest as she guessed was in his. The opening of the gate to signal their turn interrupted the moment and Elizabeth stepped into the small enclosure. 

‘They have a goat!’ She immediately rushed over to the small animal before beckoning Drake over. ‘Look!’ The kid nuzzled her hand affectionately before butting its head into Drake’s leg. They spent the next half hour in the small pen, cuddling everything from lambs to chickens to ducklings that had been born a week ago. Elizabeth glanced up at some point to find Drake seated in the hay, a small brown rabbit in his big arms as he gave it a scratch behind the ear. She couldn’t help herself and crouched down beside him, mustering up her courage to press a kiss to his cheek. 

 His head picked up to look her, eyes dancing. ‘What was that for?’ 

She shrugged, blushing a little. ‘I’m happy.’

Drake’s grin grew and he was about to say something when the loud voice of the zookeeper signalled that their time was up. They made their way over to the games section, somewhere along the way her hand finding his again as they observed the variety of games on display. Before long, Drake’s shoulder was nudging hers. 

 ‘Wanna try?’ He nodded towards the a tower of bottle was stacked up to be knocked down by small wooden balls. 

After paying the vendor, Elizabeth stepped up to the table and measured up her target. Her hand-eye coordination wasn’t the best and she managed to nick the top bottle before it wobbled a little and toppled over. 

 ‘Not bad,’ Drake commented, already holding another ball. His attempt saw the left side of the tower come tumbling down with only three bottles left standing. 

‘Knock them all down and you can get one of these here plushies,’ the vendor reminded them. 

 Drake handed her the last ball, watching her hesitate. ‘Just aim for the middle, that should do the trick. ‘You can do it. I believe in you.’ 

 Elizabeth looked at him nervously then at the bottles then back at him. He nodded encouragingly as she took a deep breath, wound up and threw the ball. It hit slightly off centre, knocking two down while the last one wobbled and wobbled. 

 ‘C’mon, c’mon,’ she muttered under her breath, clutching Drake’s hand. At long last, the bottle toppled over and she let out a gasp of delight. ‘I did it. We did it!’ 

‘Yeah you did,’ he replied, kissing her cheek. Still giddy from the win and his touch, she stepped forward to pick out her prize. 

 ‘Whats that meant to be?’ Drake queried, nodding to the white mass in her arms. 

‘Its meant to be a marshmallow,’ she answered, with a small smile, hoping he would get her meaning. They shared a smile as his hand found his way back to hers and they picked their way through the rest of the fair. They stopped by the drinks cart for Drake to get a soda for himself and a milkshake for her — chocolate mint — before he lead them in the direction of the car. 

 ‘I had a good time today,’ she told him as he started up the engine. 

‘Yeah?’ 

 ‘Yeah.’ 

 The sun was beginning to sink towards the horizon when the countryside turned to city scape and the roads got more familiar. As they neared their destination, Drake grew quieter and quieter, his face slipping behind a mask of something she couldn’t read. During another long silence, Elizabeth glanced over to see him obviously debating something within himself. Unable to read him, she shifted in her seat and gathered her courage. 

 ‘Drake?’ 

‘We’re almost back at your place Richmond.’ 

‘Is everything okay?’ She watching him blow out a long breath as the doubts built up in her, clenching her stomach.

‘Richmond…’ 

 ‘Yes Drake?’ She sat up straighter, he was obviously about to tell her something. 

 ‘There’s something I gotta tell you,’ he eventually said, shifting in his seat as they turned into the driveway of her Atlantean mansion. 

 She lay her hand atop of his big one. ‘You can tell me.’ 

 Drake glanced at her, mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the words and she have his hand a reassuring squeeze. ‘Richmond… Elizabeth I need to tell you-‘ Drake tore his eyes away from hers to slam on the brakes. 

Elizabeth barely had time to throw an arm out to stop herself from slamming into the dashboard before a sudden flash of light enveloped her vision. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced up to see a crowd of figures around the car. Her heart rate picked up as another light flashed. The figures — the reporters — carrying cameras had surrounded the car, their eager voices melding into a din. Her chest tightened as they pressed against the car from all sides, faces peering through the tinted windows as her claustrophobia kicked in. Beside her, Drake swore loudly. ‘I had no idea they would be here Richmond. I’ll get you out safely.’ He left her alone in the car, shielding his face from the cameras and fighting through the throng to get to her side of the car. As soon as the door opened, Elizabeth was overwhelmed with shouting on all sides as the reporters jostled each other to get a view of her panicked face. Her breaths started coming faster and faster quickened, her chest expanding and contracting irregularly as Drake all but dragged her behind him. Her limbs refused to cooperate with her, eyes growing more and more unfocused as the din spiralled out of control. Her heart was hammering in time with the pounding in her head from where the crowd pressed her against him. 

‘Duchess Richmond! Can we get a picture?’ Someone shouted, followed by a blinding camera flash. 

'Duchess Richmond can you comment on your relationship with Drake Walker?’ One yelled. 

 'Are you two back together after his responsibility in your accident?’ Someone else called out. 

 ‘Get back you bastards!’ Drake shouted, shielding her with his body.  

'Mr Walker can you confirm if Lady Kiara was the one you cheated on the duchess with?' 

 'Are you sleeping with the man who watched you fall off the cliff Duchess Elizabeth?’ 

Elizabeth’s heart lurched in her chest. What were they talking about? She couldn’t bring her mouth to form a response as Drake bodily shoved a few of them aside in an attempt to get to the front door, wrenching it open and pulling her through it. Behind him, her legs gave out and she collapsed right there in the entry way, visibly shaking at what had just occurred. 

 ‘Drake… Drake…’ Her voice was barely a croak. 

 ‘I’m here Richmond. I’m here.’ His brushed his hands over her face and hair, rubbing her shoulders to calm her down. 

 ‘What —‘ She paused as a wave of pain rolled through her head. ‘What were they talking about? You cheating…?’ 

‘Oh Liz,’ his voice broke. ‘I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.’

Panic flared up in her brain, heightening all her other emotions. ‘W-what do you mean? Are they telling the truth? Di-di-did you watch me fall in the accident? Was it your fault?’ She searched his face, fighting to focus her eyes, willing it to be untrue, hoping that all the horrible things she had just heard were false. 

‘Elizabeth I’m sorry,’ Drake clutched her hand he was holding to his heart. ‘I didn’t… I meant to talk to you so many times. I just… Will you hear me out? Let me explain?’ 

‘Absolutely not!’ 

 A new voice pierced through her brain. Elizabeth looked up at the new figures who had entered the room and were standing formidably over her and Drake. 

She gasped out raggedly, struggling to find her voice. 

‘Amma? Paatti? What are you doing here?’

-

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[starrii-nights]

Firey flames

Star walks up to the tall girl in the living room. She smiled weakly as she approached her. The girl was around the same height as her but didn’t seem like the girlfriend that she knew. Something seemed off, suspicious, demonic. She placed her soft hand gently on the figure “um hi hanakins I was wondering if you would like some hot chocolate” the figure stayed there cold unresponsive “um bapy?” She poked the girl an alike an owl the figure turned screaming “WHO DARES TOUCHES ME. KIHAKI THE DEMON” a slight smoke and flame came off her. “Uhh umm... your not Hana..? Who are you..?”

“Pitiful. Always wanting that girl. I only just got hold of her body” Star backs up afraid. “YOU TOOK HER. WHERE IS SHE?!” She exclaimed at her top of her lungs. Accidentally dropping the tin plate for the drinks. It came down in a massive bang. “God calm. I kihaki am Hana. We share the same body but different looks and personalities. And who must you be AFFECTING MY HOUSE” Star faintly gulps grabbing her arm “I.. I’m Star..! Hanas girlfriend..! We have a lot in common! More than you may think!” Kihaki backs away in shock.” You think a puny human like yourself is similar to me kihaki queen of hell?! PAH I love to hear it” slight flames appeared from the small demon as she laughed and cackled. “I have a demonic side to.” Star shouts attempting to get the demon kitsunes attention.Kihaki stopped laughing and sneers “oh who is this demon..?” They said in a sky tone. Star took a small deep breath and sighed “I am Demios. You should know them right” a single tear went down her soft face as she slumped her body on a small ragged up sofa.

Kihaki froze. Like Ice. The smoke dimmed down and flames evaporated. “Why do you have connections with my demonic bride.” She says in a menacing tone her voiced sounded whispy as she sits down beside the small child who was trying not to cry. “She shares my body after an experiment gone wrong..” she says trying not to cry. The demonic kitsune sways her tails and sigh. She gets up and brings over the hot chocolate star prepped earlier. It was still hot and the cream has slightly melted. “Here take this” She handed the tears eyed star a mug and like a small child she sipped at it looking down not saying a word. Kihaki realised something was bothering her. With the Hana side influence she shuffled her body over to her and asked quietly “did I scare you..? If so I’m sorry I tend to over react..” Star looked away “it’s..ok I guess I understand..” she sipped her hot chocolate again and placed it on the side table. Kihaki sighed “have I done something to hurt you..?” She asked softly. This wasn’t normal for her but she knew for Star and for Hanas sake she would need to. “No.. but she did..” Star took off her arm out of her jumper and showed something horrific. Her arms burnt by hex fires by a demon constantly burning her alive. “Oh god..” she said as the pained star showed her back “I’m covered in them thanks to her.. the pain keeps continuing.. all thanks to my demon..”

The small and upset star had a slight faint glow around her thanks to the small halo above her hair. Hey soft blue eyes had little tears hiding within as they flow out slowly. Gently like a graceful swan. Kihaki places her cold hands on stars knee. “What caused Demios to be like this.. she hasn’t been out in ages.. no offence to you” The demon sat on edge worried about her dark star but really concerned about the brighter star. The Girl swayed her tails around then eventually wrapped herself in them. She took a faint sigh and started to speak “it all started a few years ago after the incident.. the incident which still scares me..” She picked up her lukewarm got chocolate and continued “before combining souls we were two separate beings. The pure state and the neutral state. There was another the corrupted state as well but they don’t matter at this very moment” Star sipped the lukewarm drink and continued again “ During an experiment on our behaviour something got to Demios and well she started to growl and insisted we fused. She always was against it for our own protection but something seemed off. Apparently the scientists injected some sort of corruption into her which changed how she acted.. I fought her and tried to protect myself.. but I lost.. and now me and her share bodies” she sighed getting herself into a more comfortable position “she went through so many experiments and more trauma over me..” she said starting to cry “I just.. want the pain.. the pain to stop.. it hurt kihaki these burns are killing me” she covered her face and lunges into the demon for a hug “please...help.. I want this torment to stop..”

Kihaki gently patted her on the shoulder looking around hoping to see some moral support. “Um but how can I a demon help an innocent child like yourself?” Her cold hands wrapped themselves around the crying girl hoping that it will help. “Stop her... comfort her.. anything.. please..!” She let out a deathifying scream “PLEASE.. I CANT DEAL WITH THESE BURN ANYMORE THEY ARE GETTING WORSE BY THE DAY AAAAA” she screams hoping the demon realises the pain she’s going though. “OKAY OKAY” the kitsune said panicked as she struggled to get to her feet “I’ll talk to her” Kihaki semi regretted her decision a little but if it will stop the pain of demioses host then it’s a risk to take. “For my demonic queen”

Star weakly smiled “thank you,” she muttered letting out painful tears and started to walk to the kitchen “I’ll let her free” she says scared. As she was about to walk through the door a faint cry came from the living room “Please be careful brightest star” Kihaki said softly. With a faint smile and a cry “I’ll be ok” she walked in and closed the door. There was some screaming then a massive crash “GOD DAMNIT” something said from the kitchen it didn’t sound like star something more demonic. Kihaki took a deep breath and walked toward the kitchen hesitating as she held the door. After regaining herself she walks in “Hey ba-OH GOD” as she walked in she was nearly hit by a teacup “GIRL YOU NEARLY KILLED ME” She shouts “So?” The demon who was once star slumps on a chair by a small table “What Do you want kiki” She said in a slight huff. “I heard youve been upset over th-“ Kihaki tried to explain before being interrupted “IM FINE OK” she threw another tea cup at the wall then slumped down again.

Kihaki took a step back “I know your upset but I wanna help. Your distressed and this isn’t the Demi I know so please talk to me.” after some slight hesitation the other demon spoke “You don’t know what I’m feeling plus why would you care? Us demons live off of others suffering Isn’t my suffering pleasing you?” Kihaki froze it was true both of them do enjoy others suffering but this time it was different and more painful “Those people who made you caused this? Right” Demios was shocked how did she know about it. Filled with some anger she exclaimed “WHO TOLD YOU I DEMIOS SHOULD BE THE STRONG ONE NOT THE WEAK ONE ESPECIALLY TOWARDS MY VES-“ “Your vessel told me,the brighter star she is worried about you” Demios backed up a little “When did you care about my vessel kiki Thats our main threat to hap-“ Kihaki screamed “YOUR CURSED FLAMES ARE BURNING HER ALVE. SHES SUFFERING THANKS TO YOU” Demios froze in fear. All her anger subsided into sadness “No. that’s not true.. it can’t be” she says upset a slight blue flame surrounded her. The torn wings on her back hugged her and her tails wrapped around her. She curled into a small ball. “I-I didn’t realise I was hurting her..” she faintly said to kihaki “Ok.. I’ll tell you what’s up hoping it will stop burning her my closest friend..” Kihaki jumped back a little. Her closest friend? Demios always complained about her vessel normally taking control what’s up with this change of heart?

“It all started years ago when me star and atarla were made.” The wolf demon stated “Me and star become really close since we were always paired together and because atarla was sent as a decoy. We happily played and chatted with one another until one day..” Kihaki sat down intrigued “What happened Demi?” She asked softly. “Well, things started to change.. some demonic thing offered me my soul magic and fire for a small bit of my soul I accepted it not knowing it was a rouse. That thing corrupted my soul and caused me to go insane. I became what I prevented.. I didn’t realise what I had done till I woke inside her body.. now those sudden memories coming back has caused me so much pain and it sucks...” the Young demon started to cry “I didn’t mean to hurt her.. I didn’t realise my flames were burning her alive..” she got up and ran into Kihaki’s arms “I’m sorry I’m sorry!!” They said crying “I’m the worse” They said. With some tear of her own Kihaki hugged her close “it’s ok darkest star I’ll always love you” lilac flames engulfed the couple as they weeped. Realising the time Kihaki whispers “we should sleep demi it’s getting late” with a faint nod she grabbed the other demons hand and the burning of the demonic flames have stopped. All was at peace for now until it struck again.

The end

I wanna thank @asta-is-dead for the inspiration for doing this and @hanahathefluffydragon for allowing me to use this idea

[camillemontespan]

jealous heart [drake walker x mc]

Pairing: Drake Walker & Camille (my MC in the game)

Synopsis: Camille goes in search of Drake in the palace library which also doubles as a bar, so obviously he can be found here. She finds him... and Kiara. But how can she be jealous when he isn’t even hers and she is still in the running to be Queen?

‘Okay, so today you are getting to know King Constantine and Queen Mother Regina. You need to show how much you want to be Queen and also show how much you have learned about Cordonia. This is a big day, Camille. Any issues and this will reflect on you, on House Beaumont, on our entire position in the competition.’ Bertrand was filling in Camille on today’s activities while she was trying on numerous outfits.  ‘Remember: you live and breathe Cordonia and are so grateful to be taken away from your old life as a waitress in New York-’ ‘But my old life wasn’t so bad-’ Bertrand held up a hand. ‘They don’t need to know that. Besides, you were a waitress in a dive bar and lived in a studio apartment.’ Camille’s shoulders sagged. She caught Maxwell looking at her, a pained expression on his face. ‘Bertrand, maybe I can take it from here,’ he said. ‘You go and deal with more pressing Beaumont affairs.’ Bertrand glared at him. ‘’This is a pressing Beaumont affair.’ Maxwell slyly pointed at Camille, who was staring at the floor. Bertrand turned pink. ‘I’m sorry Camille if I’ve upset you. Sorry. I’ll go.’  He left the room. Maxwell stepped closer to Camille.  ‘Camille, are you okay?’ She looked up at him and he saw with shock that there were tears in her eyes. ‘No, Maxwell. I’m not.’

She sat down shakily on the chaise-lounge and clasped her hands together. Maxwell sat down beside her. ‘What’s wrong? Is it because Bertrand said you lived in a studio apartment? I’ve heard those are very different to palaces.’ Camille shook her head. ‘No, although that did sting a bit. I just feel like my heart isn’t in this competition. Like, it’s somewhere else.’ ‘Somewhere else?’ Maxwell ventured. Camille sighed. ‘Someone else.’ Maxwell drew in a breath. ‘Um... can I ask who?’ He tried to push down the hope he had. He had had a small crush on Camille since he had gotten to know her. She was always kind to him and funny and treated him like he was worth something, unlike everyone else who viewed him as the village idiot.  ‘I’m falling for Drake,’ she said quickly, wanting to get the confession over with. Maxwell’s eyes widened. Forget his own feelings, she liked Drake! This was huge!  ‘Camille! How long have you liked him?!’ ‘A while... it’s been a slow burner.’  Maxwell gulped. ‘Would he make you happy?’ Camille looked at him, her eyes sad. ‘I think he would. I can be myself with him.’ ‘Does he know you like him?’ Camille broke eye contact and stared ahead of her. ‘He does. We’ve had... moments. But he seems to believe I’m delusional and that I can’t ever love him. That he doesn’t deserve to be loved.’ Maxwell frowned. He had never seen Drake as the type to be emotional. He always saw this sarcastic, frowning man who enjoyed whiskey a little too much and never wanted to join in with his dance parties. He closed his eyes and all thoughts about Camille ever liking Maxwell back were gone. Though he liked her, he could see now that he had been blind. He thought back to the moments when Camille would insist that Drake join her, Maxwell and Hana for a drink. Or the times in the ballroom when she would sit beside Drake in the corner while everyone else danced. Or even when Camille would be joking around with Hana and Maxwell would glimpse Drake looking at her, a faint smile on his lips.  It was so obvious now. And Maxwell wanted her to be happy.  ‘You should find him,’ he said. ‘Tell him again how you feel and how happy he would make you.’ She frowned at him. ‘What about House Beaumont?’ Maxwell smiled. It was typical of her to think of others before herself. It was one reason why he liked her. ‘We’ll manage. I’ll think of a money making idea to keep us afloat. I just want you to be happy.’ ‘But the competition... Liam...’ she whispered. ‘There’s so much riding on this.’ Maxwell shrugged. ‘Liam could always pick Olivia. Go find Drake.’ She squeezed his hand. ‘Thank you, Maxwell.’ He squeezed hers back ‘Go get him, tiger.’

She wandered round the palace trying to find him until she worked out that he must be in the library. The library also doubled as a bar, which made her want to kick herself because of course he would be in the bar.  With new resolve, she made her way to the library.  She entered and stopped short. She saw him instantly - her eyes always found him first in a crowded room. It was always the way. He was near the back facing her and was emptying his whiskey glass. She was about to walk over to him when she spotted another woman sit at his table, her back to Camille. The woman handed him another drink and Drake smiled at her, toasting his glass with hers. The woman looked to the side and Camille drew in a breath. It was Kiara. 

Kiara had admired Drake since the day of the barn raising when Drake had helped her from being hurt by a beam. This act of kindness and the fact he had also been shirtless at the time didn’t hurt. Camille had spotted it instantly and had tried to ignore it. She had mentioned to Drake that Kiara seemed to like him but he had frowned and said he wasn’t interested. Now, it looked like he was. She watched them as they spoke and Kiara let out a shrill laugh when he said something. Camille’s heart contracted which she hated. Drake could spend time with other girls. He didn’t belong to her and she had no right to be jealous, especially when she was still in the competition to be Queen.  She watched as Kiara leant forward and pushed a stray lock of hair out of Drake’s eyes. He caught her hand and placed it back on the table but it was enough for Camille to audibly gasp. He looked up and saw her in the doorway before she could escape. His mouth dropped open and he rose to his feet. Before Kiara could turn around to spot her, Camille turned and ran away from the library, back to her room, tears springing up in her eyes.

It was only two minutes later when her bedroom door knocked. ‘Montespan?’ It was him. Camille stayed put on her bed, breathing harshly. He knocked again. ‘I know you’re in there.’ She groaned and braced herself. standing up to open the door. He stood over her, his face pale. ‘Montespan, it’s not what it looked like.’ ‘It’s alright Drake,’ she said, moving to shut the door. He brought his hand up and blocked her from shutting it in his face. ‘No, it’s not. Let me explain.’ She beckoned him inside and she sat down on the bed, watching him as he paced the floor. ‘I don’t like Kiara. I was in the library having a drink and she asked to join me, I would have preferred to be alone but hey, she was fucking persistent and kept speaking in French until she wore me down.’ Camille shrugged. ‘You can have drinks with whoever you want, Drake. You don’t have to justify it to me.’ ‘I do, though. I don’t want you to think that I don’t-’ He broke off. ‘Don’t what?’ ‘That I don’t care,’ he said. ‘I care about you. A lot. I don’t care about Kiara.’ Camille stood up and moved to him. ‘I can’t ask you to not spend time with the other girls, especially when I’m in this competition. I’d be a hypocrite.’ ‘I told you I would still be here. When you make your choice, I will be there, ready to accept whatever you decide.’ She looked up at him. He looked distraught. She placed a hand on his cheek. ‘I want out of this competition, desperately-’ ‘I know, Camille,’ he sighed, saying her first name. ‘But think of how that would look. How embarrassing for Liam. The press would drag your name through the mud. I can’t have you pull out for me.’ ‘But,’ she said, her voice wobbling. ‘I want you. You know I want you. You make me happy.’ Drake pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. She inhaled his smokey smell of leather and the taint of whiskey. ‘You make me happy too,’ he whispered. ‘More than anything.’ ‘Drake, if he proposes to me, I’m saying no.’ He looked down at her, his eyes burning. ‘He would be hurt. He’d feel betrayed, I’m his best friend.’ ‘He can marry Olivia,’ Camille said desperately, remembering what Maxwell said. Drake ran a finger along her jawline. ‘Somehow, I feel that he doesn’t want to.’  She sighed, clenching her fingers on his shirt.

‘We will work this out,’ he told her.  ‘Not right now but once things become clear, we will work it out. Don’t worry. I’m with you on this.’ She nodded and his lips brushed hers. ‘I promise I won’t speak to Kiara alone again.’ Camille shook her head. ‘That’s not fair. Besides, I know you don’t like her that way. I just saw you both and felt jealous.’ ‘But you know I don’t like her?’ he said, confused. ‘I meant jealous because I wish we could hang out in the library having a drink, being close and not having to watch ourselves. I wish we could spend time together in public without causing gossip. I felt jealous because Kiara can do that with you whenever she likes and I can’t.’ Drake rested his forehead on hers. ‘Maybe one day in the near future, we can.’ ‘Maybe.. it’s not certain.’ ‘Then, let’s just enjoy this moment for now. We’re alone, together. What do you want to do?’ She smiled. ‘Honestly? Something cute. Like a couple would do. Maybe we could order in pizza and watch a movie. Touch each other while watching the movie maybe? I have to meet the King and Queen later today but it will be nice to relax.’ Drake grinned. ‘Pizza delivered to the palace it is. What movie?’ ‘What do you like?’ ‘Anything, as long as I can watch it with you.’ She smiled and squeezed his hand. ‘I want this to be over. I want this out in the open.’ Drake kissed her softly. ‘Soon. But let’s just enjoy this for now.’ They spent the next two hours eating pizza and watching a rom-com. Drake hated rom-coms but he put up with it for her because they made her smile and he liked to see her smile. If he could help her in any way to feel relaxed, safe and happy, then he would watch a million rom-coms. He wrapped his arm around her tighter and she nuzzled into him, smiling, all worries about Kiara gone.