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Hirano to Kagiura light novel translation 3-1

Chapter 3: Present.

Part 1

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“Long time, no see…well, not really, huh? Your casual clothes are cool, Hirano-san.”

At the meet-up spot just outside the ticket gate, Kagiura smiles carefreely.

When complimented this straightforwardly, Hirano can’t help but be flustered. His cheeks tinged with red, he replies, “Ah, you too,” raising a hand in greeting.

Their large bags are hard to handle when they’re walking side by side, and they almost collide.

After Hirano had gone home, they had talked on the phone almost every day in order to solidify their plans. Although they just talked for five minutes before lights out, he’s gotten used to hearing Kagiura’s voice over the phone, and his tone is different in person.

Now seeing the soft-spoken Kagiura face to face, Hirano gets the feeling he’s even taller than he remembered, which elicits from him a wry smile.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, yet Kagiura hasn’t even been absent that long.

Summer vacation hasn’t even been going on that long.

When Hirano had brought up going to the countryside to hang out with his kouhai, his mother had looked surprised, and his father had seemed amused.

After he finally received the taken-aback response of “Well, that came out of nowhere. I suppose it’s fine, though”, he’d realized the hypocrisy of him telling Kagiura to get permission from his parents.

And after I’ve been acting like an older brother to Kagi-kun.

He hadn’t shaken off the sheepishness of this blunder, and they made none of the conversation that usually follows after saying hello.

Hirano has two pieces of luggage, a gray Boston bag and a tote bag borrowed from his mother. Inside the tote bag is a hostess gift. The day after they’d discussed his trip, his mother had prepared something that would keep for a long time at room temperature.

When’s the right time to hand it over?

In his day to day life, he’s always playing the role of dorm senpai or disciplinary committee member, but in the grand scheme of things, he’s still only just a high schooler.

Playing in the river, swimming in the ocean, fireworks.

He had imagined how they’d spend time in the countryside, and had diligently researched how to get a ticket for the long-distance bus, but he hadn’t even considered the right way to give his greetings.

The night bus, with four seats to a row, leaves the terminal at 10:30; they expect to arrive at Kagiura’s countryside house at around 9:30 the following morning.

There is no way they won’t get hungry while traveling for roughly half a day.

Which is to say, as soon as they checked where to board the bus, Hirano and Kagiura decided to stock up on snacks at the convenience store.

As the two stand side by side in the blindingly-lit store, all the awkwardness of not seeing each other for a week melts away.

“I wonder if the 500 milliliter bottle of tea will be enough.”

“We’ll be stopping at a rest stop along the way, so we can probably buy more then.”

“Should I get karaage?”

“It’ll have a really strong smell.”

“Yeah, you’re right…what should I get, then…?”

It’d be prudent to get something that won’t spill easily, smell strongly, or make a loud noise when eaten, so they won’t bother the passengers around them.

Once they consider those conditions, their options are narrowed down quite a bit.

“You should get something that’ll keep you full overnight. Like onigiri or something.”

“That might be enough. Ah, I’m gonna get konbu.”

“You’re a fan of konbu, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Being away from school, in addition to being totally caught up in the excitement of the trip, makes the boundaries between senpai and kouhai fade away.

While they test out the various furnishings, each of their appetites subdued by onigiri as soon as they’d boarded the bus, the speakers crackle to life to announce that the interior lights will be shut off.

As they were instructed to do so as not to bother the passengers around them after the bus lights shut off, the reading lights flicker on all around the bus.

Hirano was among those who turned them on for the sheer novelty of it, but he had packed most of his belongings in the Boston bag, so he actually doesn’t have a book on hand.

Not quite ready to settle in yet, he looks to the side, where Kagiura has spread out a blanket and made himself completely at home.

He has turned his sling bag round to the front, as if trying to cradle his valuables. The seats must be cramped for the long-legged Kagiura.

“You’re not sleepy, are you?” His voice fading to a whisper, he adds on, “I kinda want to sleep since we ate all that food”, and his words are illustrated by the drowsy look in his eyes. There’s no helping it. It’s already past 11 o’clock.

Hirano turns off the reading light.

“...Now I’m kinda tired, too.”

Hirano spreads out his blanket, adjusts his footrest and reclining seat, and unfolds the eyemask he’d taken from his bag.

When he glances around the bus, there’s just a few people left who still have their lights on.

Hirano slowly opens his eyes, having become conscious of the tap tap of his arms being lightly poked. The aisleway lights are on, glaringly bright.

At some point the eye mask had slipped upward, and is now hanging on to the top of his head by just a hair.

“Hirano-san, we’re here—at the rest stop, I mean. Let’s go outside.”

The person whispering into his ear while gently touching his arms is Kagiura.

“Oh…Kagi-kun…”

He faintly remembers the schedule. The break at the rest stop is indeed late at night, around 1 a.m. They’d only gotten to sleep for a few hours. Hirano, who is bad with mornings at the best of times, normally wouldn’t be able to get up this early if the world was ending. But he’s been woken up by Kagiura, who is even worse at waking up in the morning, which never happens. He can’t very well just not get up.

Upon rising from his seat as prompted, he quickly realizes that his arms, bared by his short sleeves, are freezing. Just standing up is enough to get his blood moving again.

“They said the break will be 15 minutes. We’ll be more comfortable if we get off the bus and stretch. Just about everyone else’s already gotten off.”

Sure enough, when he looks around all the empty seats stand out. Walking up the narrow aisles to use the bathroom in the bus is an unappealing prospect, so it seems they’d be better off going outside.

When he follows Kagiura off the bus, the lights of the buildings shine brilliantly below the night sky as far as the eye can see. There are multiple buses stopped besides the one Hirano and Kagiura are taking, and the carpark is also bustling with personal automobiles.

“The night bus is colder than I expected.”

As they walk towards the facilities, Hirano regrets not having a long-sleeved shirt on hand.

“Yeah. If you only have that blanket, it’s a little chilly.”

It’s probably because of all the greenery. Even considering the fact that it’s night, it’s still the middle of summer, yet the open air is refreshingly cool.

“It doesn’t feel much like summer, does it?”

“It’d be nice if it felt like this during the day, too.”

As they walk, he stretches his wrists out and rolls them in relief. For Kagiura with his long legs, the seats in the bus are probably way too cramped.

Hirano had bought corn soup in a cup from a vending machine after quickly using the facilities.

He isn’t hungry, but it warms his stomach.

“Ouch!”

Even though he blew on it, it doesn’t cool down the way it would in wintertime.

As he lightly sips it to keep from burning himself, Kagiura, having returned from buying more onigiri, tilts his head.

“Hirano-san, are you gonna take that onto the bus?”

“Nah. The smell is pretty strong.”

“Can I eat some of it then? We only have three minutes left.”

“Geh. I’m leaving it to you, then.”

“You got it. I’ll take care of it for you!”

Kagiura’s refreshing smile brings his defined features into prominence, and he looks a bit like an idol. A pair of college-aged girls passing by whisper to each other, “God, he’s hot,” and “I know, right?”

After gulping down more than half, Kagiura hands the cup back to Hirano.

“It’s not hot anymore, so you should be good.”

Just as he said, when Hirano tilts the cup, he can feel the warmth where his lips touch the rim.

“Oh, you’re right.”

He drains the cup in two large sips and throws it out, and they hurry back to the bus.

Apart from the two of them, it looks like all the passengers have already returned to their seats. They made it back in the nick of time with one minute to spare.

After sharing a silent smile with Kagiura, Hirano pulls the blanket firmly up over his shoulders. There’s a short announcement, and then the bus quietly pulls out of the rest stop.

Thanks to the warmth in his stomach, he slips back into sleep easily.

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They take their time eating a breakfast of curry at the cafe in front of the train station; the car comes to pick them up as they look around at the station tenants.

“You’ve come such a long way. Thank you for looking after Akira.”

The person who receives them fondly is Kagiura’s aunt.

Apparently, the plan is to head to a place they call the main house after stopping at a supermarket on the way for some shopping. Noticing that the side profile of the woman in the driver’s seat resembles Kagiura, Hirano says, “you look a lot like Kagi-kun,” to which Kagiura replies, “you think so?” with a grin.

Their affable expressions especially look alike.

Upon arrival and disembarkment, Hirano stands in front of the house in amazement.

“.....It’s huge!”

“Right? It makes it really easy for us all to get together.”

There are spots for six vehicles in the parking lot, a fact by which he’d been overwhelmed. And when taking in the full breadth of the house with wide eyes, he is once again at a loss for words at the vastness of Kagiura’s grandfather’s house.

He’d heard it was big ahead of time, but this is several times larger than the scale he was imagining.

The construction seems old, but it wouldn’t be out of line to call the meticulously maintained house a mansion.

Just as he’d expected from Kagiura’s description, the countryside spreads out around the house as far as the eye can see.

The sky is wide and open, and a river flows nearby.

Narrow irrigation channels for agricultural usage flow quite quickly, and it seems dangerous for small children.

“Wow…no way, this place is frickin’ huge. Do you guys have barbecues and stuff on that riverbank we passed by earlier?”

“I haven’t. It’s easy to get down into the river there, and there’s a lot of fish and other critters, so we play in the water there a lot.”

“Huh...”

The pathway leading to the entrance is paved, so he looks around at their surroundings without worrying about getting tripped up. The buildings are set quite far apart from one another, and he can’t even begin to guess the distance.

Through the front door that had been left open, he just catches a glance at the more than ten pairs of shoes lined up. The foyer itself is also wide, as is the entryway step.¹ It looks as if someone had reproduced it from a picture of a classic Japanese building.

“We’re home!”

“Pardon the intrusion.”

Following Kagiura’s lead, their larger luggage is left in the entryway for the time being. Hirano takes from his tote bag only the hostess gift and heads into the house after Kagiura.

They are greeted by a group of small children.

“Akira-kun!”

“Akkii!”

“Oh, I haven’t seen you guys since spring break!”

Going by their ages, they might be his cousins? It seems as though Kagiura is acting like the adult of this group, and his expression looks more mature.

But where are the actual adults?

Kagiura’s aunt, who’d driven them here, had gone around to a side door, so they had parted ways a bit before reaching the entryway.

Who should I give this to?

The presence of the paper bag, the corner folded down, has made him uncharacteristically antsy.

“Ummm…..Hirano-san, this way.”

Kagiura, who at some point had procured a sword fashioned from newspaper, is heading down the hallway while engaged in mock swordplay with a boy of around five.

Rather than going easy on him, he is fending off the attack strategically so as to avoid taking any hits; he seems to be taking the match seriously as he grins. He’s not even pausing for breath.

As he trails behind, a small girl follows close by Hirano’s side. As expected, she vaguely resembles Kagiura. Particularly, the part of their hair.

The girl’s eye level is only up to his legs, so he figured she must have mistaken him for a family member, but when he asks her “how old are you?” she cheerfully replies “four!”, so he probably doesn’t need to worry about it.

The fingers she has confidently thrust upward, presumably so Hirano can easily see them, are only three in number; he’s tickled by not knowing which was the correct number.

He probably did stuff like this, too, he thinks—he’s starting to get an image of how his kouhai was as a child, despite not having known him at that age.

Thanks to that, his nerves settled, and even giving his greetings to Kagiura’s grandfather, who was relaxing in a Japanese-style room listening to the radio, was enjoyable.

The hostess gift that he’d finally managed to hand over will, after being used as an offering at the household altar, be put out as today’s afternoon snack.

In the meantime, everyone is called to their seats for lunch, and proper introductions are made.

As far as Kagiura’s parents and siblings go, apparently they plan to arrive around the time of Obon.

When asked why he’d chosen to come at a separate time, Kagiura had replied, “I wanted to come before the jellyfish start coming out,” but this explanation comes under fire as a “weird reason”—the residents of this house don’t play in the nearby seaside much, since rip currents form easily there.

At that moment, Kagiura’s eyes had flitted to Hirano, meeting his gaze before darting away.

Well, it was probably just that if they came for Obon, it’d be uncomfortable to let friends tag along.

After lunch, their troupe, led by the kids, play in the river, and as soon as they return to the house to rehydrate start playing a game with a ball, so there’s no time to rest between the nonstop activities.

Hirano had intended to keep up with Kagiura, but the difference in their stamina had been made painfully clear, and before he knew it he’d found himself surrounded by a growing number of small children.

They kept on playing, but they told him, “we’ll save you!”, so they’re just putting up with the guest.

The sunlight was strong, so he had borrowed a straw hat, but having changed into a swimsuit and entered the river, his upper half had gotten quite sunburnt.

The prickling pain had been getting progressively worse, and if his skin wasn’t damaged before he got in the bath, it sure was after.

Hirano is suffering away in the second floor bedroom he’d been given when Kagiura, who’d taken a bath after him, returns holding a tube of cream in his hand.

“Hirano-san, I heard your back is bright red. Put this on. It’s for sunburns, so it’ll help a bit.”

“Oh, they told you?”

“Yeah. They said it looked super painful when you washed your back.”

Hirano, who’d ended up in charge of the kids and even been put on bath duty before he knew what was happening, had taken his bath with the three boys, aged lower grade to kindergarten.

Among them was the young boy who’d enthusiastically brandished the newspaper sword.

“Yeah, for sure. It wasn’t bothering me that much, but it hurts like a bitch when something rubs against my back.”

“Getting that lot to behave must’ve been rough.”

“They didn’t behave…they weren’t even still when I was drying them off.”

Luckily, they weren’t cowed by Hirano’s blond hair, but they kept jumping up to play with it, so they got wet again as soon as he dried them, and he’d had to put their pajamas on with their hair still soaking wet, which was a pain in the ass.

“Huh? At that age, they can dry themselves off, you know.”

“...Are you kidding me?”

Kagiura giggles.

“It’s because you’re so nice. You’ve been spoiling them rotten. …..Will you take off your top for me?”

“You gonna put the cream on for me?”

“Of course.”

He pulls his shirt off, flinching at the feeling of the fabric grazing his skin.

The sensation of the refreshingly cool fingers stroking his shoulder blades feels indescribably good.

With the hectic day finally over, he thinks he’ll go to sleep early, but strangely, drowsiness doesn’t come.

“There’s a ton of manga in this room.” At Kagiura’s prompting, he decides to begin reading a volume—it’s halfway through the series, but it’s just a gag manga.

He was under the impression that reading while lying down makes your eyes bad, but there are no chairs, so it’s the most comfortable position.

Have the younger kids fallen asleep already?

When it occurs to him to check the clock, it’s drawing near midnight.

When did that happen? Surprised, he looks over at Kagiura beside him.

Up until yesterday, he would always be asleep long before this time, but right now he’s wide awake.

“Kagi-kun, you’re not tired?”

“Nah. We had a slow morning, so I’m fine.”

Ah, that’s right. With the night bus arriving so late, he’d gotten to sleep in three hours longer than on days he has practice.

Hirano, who like Kagiura is not a morning person, had also slept in quite a long time today.

But if they don’t sleep soon, before they know it they’ll be ringing in a new day.

“We should go to bed soon, though.”

“Wait, just a little longer.”

“Hm? Didn’t you already get to a good stopping point in your book?”

The manga had already been put away, and Kagiura’s the one who finished getting ready for bed first, but for some reason he shakes his head.

No sooner has he pulled his sling bag towards him than he has withdrawn a small paper bag.

“Your birthday.”

Hirano’s eyes grow wide at Kagiura, who had passed him the bag as he spoke.

“.....Huh?”

At first, he’s surprised.

After a moment, he glances at the clock, and lets out a little huff of laughter.

It is August 1st, 12:00 a.m. on the dot.

He’d managed to get the time to the minute—and Hirano’s giving his abs quite the workout, suppressing his laughter out of respect for the fact that it’s the middle of the night.

Kagiura is stumped by Hirano’s laughter, which had continued for a while, but eventually he smiles, as Hirano certainly seems satisfied with the present, firmly clutching it in his hands.

Kagiura is stumped by Hirano’s silent laughter, which had continued for quite a while, but eventually he smiles, apparently satisfied by the fact that Hirano’s clutching the present tightly.

“Happy birthday, Hirano-san.”

“Dude, you’re such a try-hard! ….Thanks. Ah, sorry for laughing.”

He’s as overjoyed as he is shocked.

He hasn’t said as much, but with the way he can’t stop grinning, he probably doesn’t have to.

“I’m glad you’re happy about it!”

Hirano’s pretty sure his own expression now matches the soft smile on Kagiura’s face.

He checks the contents of the bag to find a small box. It’s clearly some kind of accessory.

“Now what do we have here?” With a feeling of trepidation, Hirano opens the box with a click. Inside is a set of earrings in an understated blue color lined up within the velvet fabric.

“These are…”

“I’ve been thinking it’d be a shame if your piercings closed up. Wear them every day, Hirano-san.”

“Yeah.” He nods, then goes to the mirrored dresser in the corner of the room to put them in.

The holes really have started to close, and rather than allowing the earrings through smoothly, they feel slightly obstructed.

After affixing them to each ear, he goes to stand in front of Kagiura, whose eyes are crinkled in apparent satisfaction. Like this, it is unclear which one of them had received a gift.

It’d be easy to lose them if he wore them to sleep, so Hirano takes them out soon afterward, but he’ll wake up before Kagiura tomorrow and put them in first thing.

Having made up his mind, Hirano went to sleep.

And how soft he felt.

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Long chapter, but we made it 😭🙏 I feel so bad it took me this long to get chapter 3 out to yall but the past 6 months have been nothing but suffering and I've basically been working on this in bits and pieces around all the other bs I've been juggling. Thanks for being patient with me!

T/N: (1) I don't know what this is called in English. I don't think it even has a name in English though I feel like I've seen it in some houses here. Basically, it's when you walk into a house and there's a step beyond the foyer leading to the rest of the house. Like this

(2) Obon is an annual event meant for honoring your ancestors. Families tend to get together and visit their family graves, and it's believed that the spirits of the deceased visit household alters. So Hirano thinks that the reason Kagi wanted to come at a different time from the rest of his family is because it might be weird to have a friend hanging around during Obon, but really it's just because Kagi wanted to be able to celebrate Hirano's birthday with him lol

(3) I don't think this is true I have no idea why he thinks this lmao (but then again, it'd be explain my terrible eyesight, so maybe he's onto something)

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A very big thank you to reading list members @jeizet, @jujupanic, @massyworld, @umbreonwolfy, and @acidsuzanne-blog (who tumblr won't let me tag for some reason?) You guys are the reason I'm still doing this and I'm very grateful for your support 🥹

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blueprint-han · 4 years ago

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come snuggle.

♡ pairing: jisung x reader

♡ genre: marriage au; fluff.

♡ warnings: nothing just tooth rotting fluff.

♡ word count: 1.1 K

♡ type: drabble.

♡ network tag: @stayverse @districtninewriters @inkidz + @sunoo-luvs

♡ credit: this was inspired by one of these ideas. @hanstagrams this is for you <3

↯ note: hhhhhhhhh i’m in soft jisung mood so here have this <3 hope you like it and I could do your idea justice sammie <3 idk why i made a gif header for this i just wanted to and it seemed fitting bshbshsbsh. — dawn.☀️

“Hey honey,” You feel your shoulders slump down the moment you enter your shared bedroom, immediately biting your lip as you notice your husband, peacefully sleeping with his cheek pressed against the soft pillows. He looks like a view in itself, face devoid of any stress lines, his breath evenly calm as he naps on the mattress.

In all honesty, it isn’t even that late — only 10 pm, which is usually when you come home. But you understand, because Jisung’s been staying up late at the studios for four days in a row. So, the fact that he’s giving himself sufficient sleep is pretty relieving. He pouts like a baby even in his sleep, and you find yourself standing at the entrance and just… mesmerized at how you’re married to such a pretty, gorgeous man.

Walking up to him, you throw your bag mindlessly onto the floor as you seat yourself at the edge of the bed, right beside your husband. He doesn’t flinch at the slight dip in the mattress, only sighing before snuggling further into the warm pillow.

Pretty, so pretty. He’s ethereal in every which way you look at him. His black hair falls over his eyes beautifully, eyes closed in so much peace you’re suddenly overcome with an urge to kiss his eyelids gently. You reach out to gently run your hands through his silky hair, brushing it out of his face to reveal the clear, lineless skin above his eyebrows. Succumbing to the temptation, you lean down. gently pecking his forehead, smiling when you feel him shift under your actions.

You don’t stop combing through his hair, eyes focused on your lover. You’re gazing at him with so much concentration you’ve totally forgotten about everything around you, or you for that matter. You can’t feel the tension in your shoulders in contrast to the bubbling feeling of love in your chest — all because you happen to glance at your husband falling asleep in the most adorable, loving manner.

“Mmh,” He mumbles, and you can sense he’s going to wake up. You gently tuck several strands of his hair behind his ear smiling when you feel him shiver at the action. He shifts around a bit more before opening his eyes, the sight of his delicate black orbs in the dim lighting of the room almost making your heart burst out of your chest.

Fuck, it’s illegal for Han Jisung to be so adorable.

“You’re back!” He mumbles incoherently, rubbing over his eyes like a child that only makes you spiral more into the warm feeling of fuzziness you experience when you’re with Jisung. He gently pecks the hand that lies near him before taking your hand in his, holding it close to his chest as he looks up at you with hooded eyes.

You only chuckle, rubbing your thumb against the high end of his cheekbone. “I am, baby.”

“What are you waiting for then…” He frowns in his dazed out state. “Come snuggle with me, I missed you.”

You feel his arm slightly cold underneath you, noticing how the lack of a blanket has caused him to huddle up into a ball to preserve his body heat. Silently, you get up from your spot, ignoring the confused whine that leaves Jisung’s lips as you pull the comforter over his body, tucking it under his arms.

His breath evens out once again as you kiss his forehead, leaving the room to quickly change into your pajamas, wash your face and scroll through your phone a bit to shut your alarm off. Because tomorrow is a Sunday, and by family law you’re obligated to not wake up early on a Sunday. Jisung’s rules, not yours.

A quick plop against the mattress, and you shift closer in your position behind Jisung, sneaking into the comforter before throwing an arm and a leg over his body. He only sighs for a second, grasping your hand in his own as he rubs a thumb over the back of your hand absent-mindedly.

“That’s much better.” he whispers, almost melting in your arms when you nuzzle the back of his neck passionately, bringing your free hand to brush through his hair once again. “How was your day, baby?” Your husband spills, and you fight back the wish to poke his soft cheek, for completely self-indulgent purposes. He was gorgeous — and so, so cute. You were bursting at the seams with how soft you were right now, all because of your husband being the softest little baby out there.

The warmth from the comforter and your body is extremely relaxing, and Jisung suddenly feels small beside you. You hum softy, pecking the back of his neck, smiling when you were rewarded with a sleepy, high pitched giggle. “We can talk about that tomorrow, you’re clearly tired and sleepy.”

“Hmm.” Jisung doesn’t question it. He’s been stressed about this comeback to the point where Chan had to send him home early to get some rest. Jisung’s thankful to Chan though, because he absolutely loves being in your arms, especially when you smother him in love and kisses — it relieves his stress like nothing else.

He turns around, letting a slight hum of content slip through his lips as he tries to get as close as he possibly can to your warmth. You watch over him with loving eyes and a bursting heart, sliding your arm down to rest against his soft cheek. His skin feels smooth like silk under your palm. You gently poke his cheek, kissing over the area immediately.

“You’re so pretty.” You know he’s still awake to hear you.

A loud, hearty laugh leaves your lips when Jisung outright blushes, whining like a child as he hides himself into your chest. “It’s too late for this, stop.” He says, looking up at you with big doe eyes as he pouts. He’s contagious, so contagious. You can still feel the spark you’d felt with him when you’d first met, even after so many years, especially after two years of marriage.

“It’s never too late to call you pretty, baby.” You rub small circles into his shoulders as he whines even louder.

“You’re mean” He humphs.

“You’re pretty.”

“Wha- no,” He drags at the “no” part, but even you know he secretly loves it when you compliment him and baby him like this. It’s not very often you tend to get this soft over your husband, either because you’re always busy or he’s always busy. But no matter what, the both of you make sure to spend at least one time of the day today, be in morning, afternoon, or night.

You don’t day anything besides snickering, tucking him into your embrace as you feel him slightly kiss your collarbones. “I love you baby. M’ sleepy, good night.”

You press your lips chastely to his forehead. “Good night, baby. We can spend the whole day together, tomorrow.”

*sighs*

🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ this is a prayer circle for the tags to work this time ;-; 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ oh tumblr gods if you hear me please stop tormenting me I beg of you 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️ gosh ‘m so tired ; - ; 🕯️ 🕯️ 🕯️

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vminity21 · 4 years ago

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Promise Me | pjm

Pairing: Actor!Jimin X Actress!Reader, ot7 featured, friendshiptolovers!au

Word Count: 17, 280

Genre: fluff/soft/angst/smut

Warning(s): mega-angst, family rivalry, eventual smut, losing virginity, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, mild language use Rated: 18+

Summary: You and Park Jimin, two best friends who grow up together, pursue each of your careers in acting. Even after a horrible misunderstanding which then leads to losing contact, the two of you never give up on your dreams. Nor, do you give up on each other.

Credit to: @suhdays for making such an awesome cover!

He relies on his elbow while he slides to lay on his side, beat up converse crossing at the ankles while the loose scrape of his jacket sounds when greeted by the hardwood floor; his cheek brushes your shin once he makes himself comfortable. Your arms are folded across the tops of your knees where you rest your chin, staring at him fondly as you wait for his cue to speak, "You know you can trust me," he flashes a full smile- eyes disappearing into crescents causing your heart to melt at his overwhelming beauty.

"I know, I just... It's not you, it's me," you say, the cliché line sounding believable coming from your lips. Looking towards his clasped hands in response, he nods,

"It's not you, it's me... I've said that plenty of times in my life,"

"So, you understand me," you muse with the raise of your eyebrows hoping your stare exuberates your flirty side. When he returns to peer up at you, his thick lips poise with a slight twitch as if he's conjuring up a reply,

"Come here," he tilts his head up while you maneuver yourself to reach him- lips lock in the most passionate mold, and when he moves to where he can easily pull you closer, his kiss almost makes you forget where you are. Your hand trails to tangle with his blonde strands, getting lost in the movement he makes while he leans back, pulling you with him as previously practiced-

CRASH!

Jumping at the ear-piercing sound of shattering glass, wide eyes stare at the culprit of your piggy bank that fell from the pedestal he happened to lean against for support. Gulping, coins and dollar bills sparsely decorate the floor with the jagged pieces, but none of that is the reason why your heart is pounding with intense fear. There, lying in the jumbled mess of a pile is a couple of ID cards to cover your real identity.

He stands to his feet slowly, taking careful steps toward the muddle.

"I- I can-" You begin, trying to gather an explanation- watching him shuffle up the cards when a façade of shock covers his expression.

"What- what are these?" Anger darkens his eyes with the subtle rise of his voice.

"I can- I can explain-" tears brim the moment he halts your words by holding out his hand.

"No. Don't. I think I've seen enough," he tosses the cards onto your bed before stomping toward the door. Jolting to your feet, you mirror panic,

"No, Sam, please! Wait, please!"

Chasing after him, he spins around, "We're done, Kylee," he removes your hand that happened to reach his shoulder, "Or is that even your real name?"

"CUT!" The director, Steve Aoki, calls and with accomplished smiles, you and Jimin turn to face the cast and crew, "Wonderful, wonderful! Absolutely astounding!" Steve applauds, congratulating the pair of you while the two of you step away from the set. "I know this movie will make it to the big screen if the two of you continue performing like that!"

"Thank you, Steve," Jimin slightly bows forward with a sweet grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. He slips his arm around your waist with pride, "What can I say? I have a great co-star!"

"Ah, the chemistry!" Steve exclaims.

"Well, thank you to the both of you," you gleam with flattery, leaning into Jimin's side with the tint of a blush heating your cheeks, "I'm having a great time."

"We'll film more scenes with the two of you tomorrow. Right now, we need to film action scenes with the stunt doubles," Steve quickly kisses the side of your forehead before walking off, "Take five, everyone!" He shouts, clapping his hands to disperse the workers into a break.

"I must say, I'm really enjoying this movie with you, Chim," you compliment as he leads you to the refreshment table. Bottles of water sit in perfect rows in front of the snacks- cheese cubes and crackers tempting to relieve your growling stomach.

"I can say the same to you, [Y/Nickname]," Jimin reaches for two waters and hands one to you in which you take a few sips once you screw off the lid. As crazy as it sounds, Jimin has been your best friend for as long as you can remember.

Born to wealthy parents, a couple years after you came your sister. From the day you learned how to speak and understand the world around you, a dream was created that revolved around the career of acting. That's all you've ever wanted to do, and in elementary school, where you got to experience your first taste of this dream, you landed a role as Mrs. Scrooge in the Christmas play. Since none of the young boys tried out for the part, they changed the character to a woman the moment they discovered your talent. After your performance, you received numerous compliments that you were beyond grateful for, and since then you knew, acting was your definite calling. Sure, you had only been in fifth grade, but you loved being on the stage. It gave you a new perspective of every character you played- a new way of seeing life played out before you behind someone else's eyes. The stage – you were in your comfort zone. There, you felt home.

You had spoken to your parents about your dream to find that they were thrilled about your hope in acting. Your mom had warned you though that you needed to be patient; landing a show or movie role could be an incredibly hard task. Promising to be patient, like any kid would have, you kept your eyes peeled for any announcement of an audition. First, you started small- your mom had found auditions for commercials, and that was when you officially began the acting business. Three commercials down, and then you attempted in auditioning for TV shows which you hadn't had much success, and you wore the face of a broken-hearted girl. You figured you would never be good enough for the big screen with how everything was panning out, yet one day, auditions were being held in your city for a romantic comedy that was going to be filmed in the same spot also. A young girl was needed that would resemble the main actress in order to accomplish flashback scenes. Of course, you begged your mother to take you once you received the news.

Sitting in the waiting area the day of, your mother had driven you and your sister all the way to the location, and it felt like days when in all reality it had been three hours before your turn was called. The audition line was packed, and your sister had been growing anxious, wanting food or water, anything that would keep her entertained. Your mom comforted her by handing her a notebook and a pen from her purse, "Here baby, draw on this, okay?"

You remembered seeing a girl similar in age to you exit into the lobby with a confident smile. Your heart rammed within your chest as your sweaty palms rubbed against your jeans. Each child had been handed a script to study in the time leading up to this moment you were anxious to begin. C'mon... You can do this. Your eyes shot up in the direction of where a door opened, "Next!" A lady with long, dark hair smiled at you kindly when she caught your timid eyes, and out of habit, something you even did at doctor visits, you turned to your mother as if to ask for permission to follow what seemed to be a genuine woman.

"Go on," your mom said softly, "I believe in you."

Comfort eased your countenance and you left with a smile in determination of needing to nail this audition. If your parents, believed in you, then you knew that you could do it. The squeak of the chair sounded the moment you rose to your feet soon finding yourself inside the audition room where the only thing you could hear was the light thudding of your heartbeat. A red cloth adorned the table before you, where four judges remained seated. One male with gray hair chewed on the back of his pencil before looking up at you behind thick-rimmed glasses.

"How are you today, Miss-" He looked over at a clipboard lying in front of the woman who led you to the audition room, "[Y/N]?"

"I'm good, how are you, sir?" You put on your best smile with pure genuine though your hands quivered at your sides.

"Good," he sounded cheery for that second, "Okay, Mrs. Yeun is going to read the lines which will be spoken by the character, Will." He gestured briefly to the left in introduction of a lady holding a clipboard, "And after she finishes her lines, that's when you'll obviously speak. Start your first line when you're ready,"

Looking back, you're sure he must have repeated himself a million times that day with each audition, yet you still felt as though you were the only soul surrounded by strangers though many mirrored the same feeling. Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes while your fingers curled into your palms- releasing the moment you exhaled- gradually opening your eyes once you imagined yourself as the character you were supposed to be.

"Will!" You exclaimed whilst envisioning the highlighted lines you studied thoroughly- waving your arms frantically in the air as if to gain the fiction boy's attention, "Will! I- I found it! I found the treasure!"

"You did?" Though the voice of a woman read the part, you still pretended to see a messy haired boy with a galaxy of life behind his almond eyes while he rushed to see what you claimed you had found, "By golly, you did!"

The man then wanted you to read more of a serious scene between your character, Rose, and Will. Trying to think of sad things to keep your expression gloomy, forced tears welled within your eyes just enough to make your character compelling which resulted in applauding judges bidding a slew of congratulations after jotting down a few notes.

"We'll reach out if you make callbacks," the man nodded once and that's all it took before you ran out of the room with a smile from ear to ear. It took only a few days before you received a call back in which you were able to audition a second time but in front of the actual director of the film. You returned to Rose, the character you had grown to love already. This time, it took weeks before you had a callback, ending in nights of nervous tears that maybe your dreams wouldn't come true after all- your parents reassured you despite the inner angst of wondering the same as you, and told you not to give up no matter what the circumstances.

It was the call that changed your life forever. Dancing in the kitchen alongside your mother who was stirring the batter for some cupcakes, you remember as though it was only yesterday, small fingers gripping the device before greeting the person on the other end.

"Is this [Y/L/N] [Y/F/N]?"

Your mom mouthed 'who is it?' when she caught the way your lips had parted in confusion at the male voice you couldn't recognize on the spot, but you answered, "Yes, sir," anyway. It was the screaming in excitement that nearly knocked the bowl out of your mother's hands when you heard the man confirm the hope you've so desperately held onto,

"Well, [Y/N]! I am thrilled to say that you made the part of Rose!"

Arrangements were then made- the company in charge of the movie rented a home for your family to stay in while the movie was being filmed, and considering the duration of how long a movie can be to make, your mother began to homeschool you to keep you from falling behind. On your first day of work, the cast members had gotten together to review the script. Your mother was hesitant to drop you off at first without her being by your side, but with the assurance from the director of your safety, she reluctantly agreed to let you go. Teary-eyed from the anxious feeling pounding in your chest, you walked into the room where a table full of adults greeted you along with two teenagers scrunched next to three empty seats. Not one soul seemed close to your age just yet, but you were politely introduced to your fellow castmates which relieved you enough to promise yourself everything would be okay.

"Hi, you must be Ye-jin!" The voice of a young boy rattled behind you causing you to gasp softly before whirling around to face your intruder. Dark hair swooped across his forehead where almond eyes presented eager, brown irises that beamed with kindness; his wrinkled light blue t-shirt was loose on his tiny frame as well as his jeans, and he was not much taller than you from what you observed.

"Oh no, sweetie!" The surrounding table erupted in frilly laughter, "I'm Son Ye-jin!" The most lovely woman you had ever seen gushed at his widening smile.

"Oh! Well, I'm Jimin! Park Jimin!"

"Well, the two of you take a seat. The director will be here any minute," a handsome man nestled beside Ye-jin gestured toward the empty seats you and Jimin waltzed to occupy. A few minutes of chatter filled the room while your eyes scanned the scene before as any child would do when uncertain of what would be happening next, but that's when a poke on your shoulder disrupted your stares,

"What's your name?" Jimin asked the second your eyes timorously moved to meet his.

"[Y/F/N]. [Y/L/N] [Y/F/N]," You replied, "And you're Jimin,"

"Yes! I play Will! You must play Rose,"

"I do!"

The director and producers filed into the room before any more conversation could be continued, and for the next hour, the plot of the movie was further explained, though now, being an adult, looking back, you understand the synopsis much more than when you were ten years old first hearing it. The main characters discovered a treasure when they were children, unraveling secrets that could be worth a fortune. When the couple became adults, though had lost touch throughout the years, they never forgot about the treasure and the two individually set out to find it yet again. Unexpectedly, they bumped into each other and a love/hate relationship ensued until they found what they were looking for.

You and Jimin started filming different scenes together over the next five months after the script had been explained and reviewed. The pair of you became inseparable, growing closer with each scene finished. There was never a day that went by where you hadn't begged your parents to let him come over just for the two of you to practice your lines for whatever scheduled time for filming was planned next. Your father would bring home ice cream whenever he got off work to surprise you, your sister as well as your newfound friend, and you will never forget Jimin's melted chocolate smile or the way the ice cream would drip from his chin onto whichever shirt he'd claim was his favorite. Throwing a fit of giggles, he would chase you around the yard until he'd catch you- tickling your tummy until you took your outburst back. He also loved drawing with your sister, something he wasn't very good at, but he liked giving her company to prevent her from ever feeling left out.

Whenever the cast and crew had days off, Jimin would return to his hometown and you never could shake the loneliness you endured without him around. Though your sister enjoyed drawing or watching a movie, you more so preferred being outdoors, or practicing your lines which had been a daily chore since you became a part of this movie project, and of course, when Jimin would return, the pair of you would be driven to set to get back to work.

One particular scene, one you will never let be forgotten in your heart, is a moment where Will and Rose made an oath to be best friends forever. You and Jimin were directed to a swing set where the two of you took your seats, slightly swaying forward while the cameramen stood where assigned. Powder was dusted upon you and Jimin's faces to finalize everything before the yell of, "Action!" was voiced.

"You know, Rose?" Jimin became Will almost instantly, a talent not many ten-year-old children can perfect, but from what you remember, he had and has continued to blow minds away even from the beginning of his career. His expression was serious while his gaze remained on you as practiced. "I need you to promise me something,"

Looking at your black slippers, you noticed the swings were edging simultaneously, but you kept your focus solely on the words you were about to speak, "What is it, Will?" You tried to pull off your best curious face.

"I mean promise, even if you get tired of playing checkers with me,"

"Yes," you urged.

"And, if you get tired of playing tag even though you're always 'it,'"

"Yes," you dragged the word length in attempt to feign impatience.

"I mean you have to really promise me,"

"Okay, Will! I really, really promise," the wind calmed just enough to where your hair stopped tickling the sides of your face. Jimin hopped off the swing while his footsteps paused to face you completely. Even though you both were in acting mode, there was something serious behind his umber eyes that only you could see. One of the cameramen moved to film the side angles of you and Jimin's faces in order to capture the scene the way it had been imagined. Sometimes, with the camera being so close, it was hard to ignore, but at that moment, you were too absorbed with your character and Jimin's eyes to even glimpse in the camera's direction.

"Promise me that no matter what, we'll be best friends forever," the blurred sight of Jimin's pinky finger carefully raised in your line of vision, and for dramatic effect, you were told to count to three before your cue to say your line,

"I promise," you curled your pinky and locked it with Jimin's while a shy smile became present upon your lips, "Best friends forever."

"CUT! That's a wrap!" The director had said, but you vaguely remember that. All you had on your mind was the moment you and Jimin had shared. Though your lines had been written from a script, the two of you meant every word. That's why the scene had seemed so believable because there was truth in it.

Jimin was your best friend since that very day, and you pursued your dreams and have landed roles in plenty of hit movies since moving back to your hometown seven years ago. You're now a pretty well-known actress, but others find you humble in the fact that you never seem to show it off nor let the fame get to your head. Being seen in public has become one of caution, yet you adore every fan that comes your way asking for an autograph or a picture just so the memory of meeting you can be burned into their hearts forever.

Your dad, after your first movie, was transferred to officially work at a better job that happened to be in the same city that Jimin and his family lived in, which prompted your family to move being your mom as well as his became very good friends. You attended school with him at this point which he guided you due to you had been growing used to homeschool since your first movie. It was safe at the time to roam the halls of school- you and Jimin never became really famous, but your popularity gained with the pupils once joined the drama club resulting in auditioning for every musical or play the school had to offer. So, did your partner in crime, Park Jimin.

"You're doing it again," you snap back to the present with a sharp shaking of your head to dissolve the thoughts now scattering into your subconscious. Eyes clearing, you realize you've been zoned out for quite some time considering the subtle crease of worry tinged within Jimin's gaze.

"Sorry, Chim. I'm kinda-"

"Dazed," he finishes your sentence- his pink lips pressing into a tease of a smile.

"You know me so well,"

"I do," he winks taking a sip of his water bottle- swishing it around before swallowing, "Want to go out tonight? My schedule's clear for once,"

With busy lives of movies, sponsorships, premiers, cocktail parties, and anything revolving around this world of being on the go, it's hard to truly find the time to spend together which is something you've forced yourself to accept. But, miraculously, tilting your head, you comb back through your memory to realize you are, indeed, free this evening, "I would really like that, Chim. Thanks," you smile, excited to spend time by his side without cameras rolling in both your faces.

"No problem," he slips his hand in yours, carefully scanning behind you to confirm that not one person is watching. His warm fingers intertwine with yours while he leans closer, plush lips nearly tickling your temple, "Besides, I miss spending time with you," he whispers, you repressing the obvious tingles spreading across your skin- you turn in the direction of where the exit is visible, him following suit though hands remain locked.

"You're spending time with me now," you tease.

"You know what I mean," he rolls his eyes, yet his smile remains so wide, you feel the elevation of your heart flying. You love his smile, everything about him makes your head spin into a dizzy world of happiness. He's one of the biggest heartthrobs in the world; girls go crazy with his presence being in the same room as them; and, with many knowing him and his six best friends like the Bible, they don't really know Jimin like you do. It's the same for you, too. You love your fans more than life; you love reaching out to them on social media- signing at cons- meeting them in public when recognized and hearing the endless compliments on how wonderful you did in whatever movie has been released where you're the star of the plot. But as many times as he's said it, Jimin will always be your number one fan.

The fan who knows you.

Starring alongside him in the recent movie the pair of you have been working on was intimidating at first. You're not sure on how the press will react, or fans, or... the world. Jimin landed the role of Sam and nearly begged you to try out for Kylee who would in due course be the love interest for Jimin's character.

"Please! I'm begging you! You'll love it! It has action in it!" He nodded quickly while a ginormous smile with the shimmering pearl of his teeth nearly blinded you- his hands clasped together beneath his chin before he popped up and down in desperation, "Steve Aoki is the director and when I mentioned you to play the female lead, he freaked! He agreed that you should do it! C'mon [Y/N], please! You'd be brilliant!"

"Is this another excuse for you to kiss me again-"

"So, what if it is," Jimin's hands unlatched, "Are you complaining?"

Though it was merely a tease, your chest heated with a deep shade of red- your head shaking incredulously as you placed your palms upon your hips. You dragged on about another minute with skeptical eyes before lifting your hands in defeat, "Okay, I'll do it,"

"YES! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Jimin grasped you in his arms while he spun you around- laughter being the only sound filling the space of his apartment. When you auditioned, you landed the role on the spot which led to Jimin whisking you into the air out of a manner of rejoicing. Your family cheered you on as well, proud of all your successes in the career you've accomplished. After skimming through the script for Kylee, you called one of your good friends, Maeve, thrilled about your new job. Maeve had played your best friend in a movie about five years prior, when you were nineteen, resulting in the two of you becoming real friends instantly.

"You already know I'm going to be front row when it's finally released," she said. The plot is about a young girl, Kylee, whose parents are spies and so is she. But a fatal accident happens that causes her family to go into hiding, and one boy's father had to pay the price. Jimin's character, Sam, is the son and had seen the face of Kylee's father and figured out the last name he had used when his mission had turned into a mistake. But Sam doesn't realize who Kylee is until he sees the ID cards in her bedroom- which is the scene you and Jimin had officially filmed nearly twenty minutes ago.

The conversation with Maeve then turned into how things had been going for her- how her boyfriend wouldn't take the hint that she wanted him to propose to her, "I don't understand why he's so blind! Like, do you love me or do you not? It isn't that hard,"

"Ah, boys," you snickered, "Shame, shame, shame,"

"Speaking of shame. Don't you have to kiss your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend, Mae. It's just for the movie," your words came off nonchalant despite the nervous tension that traveled throughout your body, and there were some things you haven't found the courage to admit to Maeve just yet. Besides, it wouldn't have been the first time you and Jimin kissed.

Daydream grinning along with the squint of your hazy eyes becomes apparent while the memory leaves you.

"What?" Jimin chuckles, turning to face you fully once the exit stands between your frames and the outside world. Your heart skips a beat from the way his beautiful smile stares down at you, and deep down, you wish you can tell him that, but the pair of you have been friends for so long, you're uncertain if making these feelings known is a good idea. Despite everything the pair of you have been through, you can't help but wonder if a relationship will bring you closer, or just tear your hearts completely apart. And, even now, years later, you're not sure if you can handle losing Jimin again.

"Nothing," you reply tenderly, eyes checking to examine his worn-out converse he has had since high school, "Just admiring your... fancy footwear,"

"Hah!" He laughs once, laying his head back, "I already told you, I'm going shopping today. Besides, I need a new outfit tonight, so wear something pretty," he pulls you in for a friendly hug, rubbing his free hand slightly on your back, each of you still holding your water bottles, yet you maneuver enough to nuzzle your nose into his chest.

"Since when do you care about what I wear?" Your chin moves to plop upon his chest while your eyes peer up at him with the arch of an eyebrow, pulling your lips into a goofy, tight grin.

"I don't," Jimin chortles, "But I know you do," it's the way he brings the tip of his fingers to your forehead tickling your skin to move a strand of hair so he can see your eyes clearly, "You look pretty in anything,"

If your heart isn't already combusting enough, it takes everything in you not to kiss him right then and there, and with a small huff in frustration, you pull your arms from his frame to then rest by your sides. "Alright then... pajamas it is,"

"See you later, [Y/Nickname]," Jimin tries to say between laughs, leaning forward to press a small kiss to your cheek. The old nickname makes you giggle as you watch him step beyond the exit. Memories from high school present themselves almost immediately gracing the strange feeling of being sixteen again in your Junior year and auditioning for the spring musical where you and Jimin had landed the lead roles. Jung Hoseok, a mutual friend the pair of you gained, congratulated you both with a huge smile many knew him for. You played a fairy who happened to be in love with a human prince and of course, you and Jimin not only had to sing but had to dance, too, which led to Hoseok practicing dance moves with you two in effort to help.

Overjoyed was an understatement though dancing had always been something to hold you back. Jimin is a phenomenal dancer- raw talent to the point he makes it look easy with the way he poises his body so effortlessly upon the stage- swinging his limbs to the beat of the music, emotion etched on every inch of his face. You remember the endless pressure that seeped into your skin building anxious fingers that clasped tightly together when you were listening to the script Mrs. Lee had written.

Saying quick goodbyes to your castmates, the reminiscent disappears for a fractioned moment while you gather your items before sprinting to the limo where your driver, Stan, awaits you. Shouts of hundreds of fans boom instantaneously at the appearance of you leaving the set. Security surrounds the area in case of any danger, and though you reach to open the door, you turn to wave with the best Red Carpet smile you can muster- blowing a kiss to add to your appreciation.

The limo holds a haven you've grown to adore since your fame took off. Shutting the door, you slide to rest your head against the tinted window, politely greeting Stan before your eyelids flutter for the crave of sleep.

Jimin came over countless times just to practice dance steps; every now and then, Hoseok joining, despite the chagrin that haunted the crippling blushes dawning your cheeks. For the last musical number, the Grand finale, Jimin had to lift you in the air by the waist with you posing your limbs exactly how Mrs. Lee demanded leading Jimin to spin you around during the growing intensity of the belting harmonies before returning you to your feet. It hadn't been easy- something you'd grown to learn especially with the helpless moments of him firmly gripping your waist right when you'd jump sending the two of you tumbling onto the ground in bouts of breathless laughter. After weeks of attempting this one lift you couldn't seem to perfect, your parents happened to be out of town one evening for taking your sister to an art gallery about an hour's drive away. Your mother had been a tad iffy with leaving you and Jimin alone, but you assured her that it would be fine- just because he's a male didn't mean that she couldn't trust the pair of you to behave being you two had simply been friends for years, and nothing more.

Once your family left, Jimin arrived, setting the music in preparation for the mini rehearsal you'd been dreading for the thousandth time.

"Okay," you exhaled, carefully placing your hands upon his shoulders, "Now, lift me," Jimin obeyed, hoisting you as high as he could with a swift grunt escaping his pressed lips. His fingers dug into your sides unintentionally, and before you realized you'd closed your eyes, excitement showed in the widening of your smile- he was holding you up! Finally, longer than ten seconds you remained there,

"I. Got. You," Jimin said between clenched teeth, until suddenly, his arms shuddered beneath you ensuing the shape of an "oh" that formed on your mouth.

"GAH!"

Jimin fell backward onto the couch- your side bouncing off the cushion for your gluteal muscles to meet the wooden floor. Stunned, you'd never seen Jimin's eyes so enlarged, but before you could gather your bearings, you blew at loose hairs that were static over your eyes,

"Ouch."

"HAH!" Jimin let out a high-pitched, one-syllable laugh, already covering his mouth with both of his hands to stifle the chuckling, but it was no use. Clapping a few times, he buried his shoulder into the couch while a breathy snicker escaped your side smile. Tears flooded your eyes from the hysteria of the moment- springing to your feet to then fixing your wrinkled shirt.

"Okay, okay," you breathed, trying to resume composure just enough to stop giggling at yourself, "Let's do this one more time! Chop chop!" Hitting your hands together like how Mrs. Lee tended to do to receive her pupils' attention, Jimin pranced to plant his feet in front of you, repositioning his hands on your waist, "Wait," you paused, concern abruptly covering his eyes while he waited for you to speak, swallowing, you began, "Chim Chim, I need you to promise me something," Lips in a firm line, you held his gaze. It was hard to be serious at times with your best friend, but for right now, you rejected from breaking.

"Anything," he nodded once, searching your stare, lips parted, and realizing how close he was sparked a strange desire that you never wanted to reveal before.

"But you have to really, really promise me,"

When a knowing smirk twitched on his lips, his eyes now held the memory that you were trying to remind him of, "Okay,"

"Even," you continued, "If I love beef bulgogi a little more than I probably should. And-" you paused for effect.

"Go on,"

"Even if you laugh like a maniac and I can't take it," teasing had always been something you both loved to do, and bowing his head with more laughter, he returned even closer than before- his warm breath brushing your cheek.

"Alright, alright! I promise! I really, really promise,"

Eyes still locked, you slowly raised your pinky finger up to him, investigating his expression letting nothing but the sound of the starting air condition fill the space,

"Don't. Drop. Me,"

A soft chuckle enhanced his smile causing a pitter patter beneath your chest, while you joined him. He brought the back of his hand to his mouth- something that he does when he's really tickled, and the sight of it made your heart swell in ways you hardly understood. How could someone have such a strong effect on you?

"First off, I prefer Kimchi stew,"

"Oh, you. Ham!"

Shaking his head in amusement, Jimin reached for your hand, hooking his petite pinky finger around yours to conceal the promise you had forced him to make, "I promise I won't drop you this time," he twirled you once like a gentleman, placing his hands back on your waist once you faced him.

"1, 2, 3!" Jimin, with all his might, boosted you into the air, immediately spinning you around. Now think ballet, you reminded yourself, holding your arms with elegancy. After four twirls, Jimin effortlessly set you down and overwhelmed with pure exhilaration, you couldn't refrain from rejoicing, "We- we did it! Jimin, we did it!"

Right then, you kissed him. Cupped his cheeks into your palms and pecked his lips. You hadn't been thinking entirely straight, but it all happened so fast that it took a second for you to comprehend. Hushed. Silence engrossed the room to the point that your heart throbbed in your temples mingled with the growing heat on your reddened skin- perspiration clammed your palms, yet the only thing frightening your state was the attempt on not panicking though you knew deep within your soul that you'd never regret it. Gulping, your eyes fell to the slow fall and rise of Jimin's chest- his gray shirt showing the iridescent silver pendant you gifted him for his past birthday staring right back at you.

You just kissed your best friend.

Jimin stood there, questions swarming full circle within your mind; feeling distraught, your lips pressed together to prevent the tears burning your nose. You remember figuring that he was angry with you, hence why he couldn't invoke any words to speak. But, unexpectedly, gentle fingertips lifted your chin, your eyebrows furrowed in surprise, but that's when your eyes met as if meeting for the first time, the innocence of the moment not once lost while you anticipated the sight of his nervous expression lowering to yours. You held your breath, eyes closing, every inch of the world disappearing. It was just you and him as it'd always been.

He kissed you. He kissed you right back.

With shivering arms, you wrapped them tightly behind his neck while he moved to encase you closer to him, bodies pressed into a blanket of warmth, you never wanted to uncover from. Feelings you had denied time and time again were showing in that kiss with Jimin- a surreal image you never dreamed you would experience, yet here he was, wrapped in your arms- lips moving to relock with yours so lovingly that your mind was rotating. Nothing could compare to the soaring of your heart, especially sharing something so passionate with someone you had grown to love so much, and this new feeling, one you'd never quite endured ignited a curiosity you couldn't withhold any longer.

The kiss grew aggressive, breaths increasing while dazed eyes remained shut, and though track of time had been misplaced, you no longer cared. Hands pressed against Jimin's chest, he gradually stepped backward until the back of his calves greeted the sofa- breaking the kiss, he swallowed anxiously, eyes never leaving yours- collapsing onto the couch before you propped either leg beside him in a perfect straddle. Snatching his kiss rapidly, your palms held his face while he finicked with where to place his eager hands, gliding up your back in awe of how beautiful you were to him.

You left him completely and utterly breathless, and you wanted this moment to last forever.

Everything had been going perfectly until your parents walked in-

SLAM!

The loud sound of the car door jolts you awake as you blink through the mild darkness. Previous memories fade for now, swiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand before thanking Stan for the ride. The white mansion stands tall beyond the gate where you punch in a code to then proceed onto the property. It appears your mother is not home momentarily, where as your sister and father are visiting an art show in another town, giving you time to prepare for whatever Jimin has in store for you later this evening.

There's a feeling of relief when kicking off your shoes, parading up the spiral staircase toward your closet that waits for your attention. Sifting through the rack of dresses, you close your eyes to randomly select from a hanger in a mechanism to prevent you from being in disappointment; yet, you find your shoulders dramatically dropping when you peek to see what is now hanging from your hand. You're uncertain of why you feel the need to judge every article of clothing you own, and you figure it has to do with impressing a guy, but you are aware that Jimin will accept you for who you are no matter what, so why are you so worried?

You love him- you wince, because that's something you are still struggling with confessing even though it has been blatantly clear since you were sixteen years old that you are wholeheartedly and irrevocably in love with Park Jimin. And, that never changed even years after losing him.

You remember that night like it was yesterday, the very first time you and Jimin kissed. Caught in the moment of what the pair of you secretly dreamed of with no recollection of how much time had passed. No bad intentions were going to be followed through, honestly no other thought from kissing him was even considered for you; all you cared about was how you never wanted him to leave.

But, your mother, unfortunately, assumed the worst.

There wasn't even a chance for you to stop what had already begun, it was too late- your parents walked right into the sight of you lip locked with your best friend, prompting you to immediately jump off him. The gesture was so quick that a slight headache thudded, and all that was flooding your widened gaze was your mother's horrified expression. She happened to be the first to enter the door while your father and sister lagged, luckily missing the already humiliating scene that nobody would ever want their parents to see. With gritted teeth, your mother's icy glower said enough, but she still voiced for Jimin to leave. Him flashing you an apologetic look while he stumbled to gather his things. Your father had no idea of what was happening until he heard your mother shouting at you for over an hour.

"I thought I could trust you!" Your mother jabbed a finger at you, pacing back and forth in front of you while you wailed into your pillows. "I can't believe you betrayed my trust!"

"I've already told you I was so-sorry-" You choked, wishing nothing more for this feud to end, begging the universe to turn back time, so you could have anticipated of when your family would have returned home- saving you and Jimin from this shame.

"What if we had run an hour late, huh!? For God's sake, [Y/N], you're only sixteen!"

"Mom! It-It wasn't like that!"

"Well, it sure looked like it!" Tears brimmed her eyes, because her heart was just as torn as yours, battling with what she should do as a parent, but also inwardly understanding what it was like to experiment in falling for someone at a young age. Something she hadn't really shared with her children. She had left the room for quite some time, trails remaining damp upon your cheeks before your mother returned with firmly crossed arms.

"Mom, I promise, it wasn't my intention," your voice broke, trying to gather whatever explanation you could, but she stopped you.

"I'm sure it wasn't, but I talked to your father and we came to an agreement. You will finish out the school year here, but once it's over, we're moving back home."

It was like your world shattered all at once in so many different directions, and there was no way to describe the abrupt halt of your heart mirroring in the way your eyes expanded in sheer dismay. "No! No, no, no- Mom, what about Jimin!? I can't just leave him!" The pain etched in your cries haunted your mother more than you'd ever know, but at the time she was doing what she assumed was the right decision.

"That's the point, [Y/N]. You're not allowed to see Jimin, speak to him, or even think about trying to see him. I've already spoken to his mother,"

"But- but what about the play?" You panicked, desperation clinging within your words, not wanting to process what was just demanded of you.

"I don't know. Right now, I'm too upset to decide."

It was the worst night of your life. One thing you never expected throughout your friendship with the one person who mattered most to you, was losing Jimin, especially knowing that once school ended, you would move back to your hometown, far away out of his reach. Your cellphone was already locked in your parent's room, and any form of technology, you would no longer be in possession of if your mother could help it. Bawling uncontrollably, you cursed fate for taking away what could have been.

The spring musical was the only time you and Jimin were able to truly see each other amongst rehearsals; and the night the play began, the pair of you performed with all you had, trying to mask the hurting as if it hadn't existed, portraying as though all was well when really your world was falling apart. Even when the evil fairy sprinkled dark magic upon the Prince's Kingdom, Mrs. Lee flew her fingers speedily along the piano enhancing the volume, imaging the chaos felt beneath your chest. The Prince and evil fairy battled it out until the enemy was defeated, the piano softening to a more pleasant sound that eased you enough to force your face into a loving grin.

The cast crowded around the both of you, but you hadn't noticed, because the only person you longed for, getting lost in his shining eyes was Park Jimin's. "Fairy, my love, listen to the sound of my voice," he bowed, reaching his hand toward you- hands collided tenderly, "Whether ye stay or whether ye go, you have a choice." You yearned for it to be real, that you had a choice- that you could stay with him. Stay with him there in this city where the two of you could remain best friends and possibly become even more. "Just promise me, as each day passes, that ye will never forget thy love or my Kingdom as long as ye live." You swallowed the lump in your throat, fighting tears at the finishing of Jimin's final line.

"My prince, in every dream I dream, I choose thee," though not within the script, Mrs. Lee always preached improvisation, and lightly, you touched his cheek, him flickering his stare between yours whilst leaning into your palm, the Kingdom rejoicing when Jimin pulled you into a crushing hug. The faint smell of his cologne met your nostrils causing you to memorize this moment as best as you could, so you'd remember everything about him. His touch, his hold, his smell, his smile. Anything you could take with you in hopes of getting to see him again one day.

When the intro of the duet is keyed from the piano, hand in hand, you and Jimin faced the audience, smiles as heart stopping as could be, belting harmony from beginning to end, both capturing the audience with every word. Blended voices were breathtaking when the cast joined in, finalizing the night with dancing eyes and goosebumps across the theater, and even more applause when Jimin effortlessly succeeded in the originally dreaded lift where he spun you in the air, returning to plant your feet upon the stage. While the crowd stood to their feet in an ovation, the cast had you and Jimin hidden enough, and although time was ticking, Jimin hadn't cared. His palms cupped your cheeks while you tried to read his hurried eyes, the tip of his nose brushing yours before he captured your quivering lips. The kiss was soft. So soft, and when it ended, he whispered through the loud whistles of the audience to where only you could hear, "I love you," he breathed.

"I love you," tears fell from your cheeks, and he gripped your hand as soon as the cast dispersed into a line, uncovering the pair of you as rehearsed, leading to everyone bowing while the clapping continued to reverberate throughout the building. Although, beyond proud to be a part of such a successful production, nothing could take away the pain hounding your heart when your hand had to ghost Jimin's to find your parents. Your mother refused to let you out of her sight, and whether your parents were proud of your performance or not, you never knew, because not a single member spoke on the way home. Instead your mind replayed the secret kiss Jimin gave you over and over to the point it welcomed you in your dreams. It was hard not to cry when you had awoken, eventually breaking into a fit of sobs wishing Jimin had been there to hold you.

Depression was evident in your demeanor, and there was nothing anyone could have done to 'fix' you, or the situation you felt so hopelessly in bondage by. When the last day of school arrived, it had been the worst, and you and the person your heart belonged to had not spoken in months. Times where he would glimpse your way in drama class, you just couldn't bring yourself to face him, because it hurt way too much to accept the reality that you were leaving. You figured his mother informed him of your family moving back, especially since he never seemed to give up on trying to get you to at least look at him.

That last day of class, you cuddled your music binder to your chest, backpack straps hanging loosely from your shoulders, and you strolled upon the sidewalk to wait for your father to come pick you up. It was a sudden moment, when you curiously turned to lock eyes distantly with your best friend. You both stared, yet the way your heart sank to the floor, all you wanted more than anything was to run to him, embrace him in all entirety, kiss him for what you presumed would be the last time, and savor the moments you would have had with him. But, you couldn't, and you didn't; instead, you mouthed three words that you meant with all your soul, 'I love you.' Jimin bit at the corner of his mouth as fresh tears pooled- he looked down momentarily as if destiny had betrayed him before returning his eyes to yours, 'I love you, too.' As if it could have been anymore of an opportune time, your father arrived right then to pick you up, and in fear that he had seen Jimin, your head whirled to look back where your best friend had been to see he was gone, prompting a painful, long sigh of relief.

It had only taken a week for your family to officially move, finding a much larger home which happens to be the mansion your family resides in now. Although the space was nice, it still took months until you forced yourself to move on from the dancing boy that had appeared in your dreams almost every night. The boy who had stolen your heart when you hadn't realized it. There was an attempt, when you were allowed your cellphone back, that you tried reaching out to discover his number had been disconnected, and despite the gnawing of confusion, you guessed his mother must have changed his number, the same as your parents had changed yours.

Eventually, after a year of returning to your hometown, which included graduating high school, your mother convinced you to get back into acting, to audition for as many things as you could until you found a job. So, that's what you did to keep your mind busy, scouring any information you could get regarding auditions for tv shows, movies, commercials, absolutely anything that would just keep you going. Sporadically, you landed the lead role in two separate movies, gained a celebrity friend, Maeve, and continued into the years piled immensely with interviews, traveling, movie premiers, award shows, your fame skyrocketing to the point millions knew your name.

And just like that, your world became brand new. Became a clean slate. Your past buried behind you while you sprung forward. Your success in the acting business brought numerous calls pleading for you to audition for their movies; businesses were begging you to promote their products; magazines arranged for your photoshoots where you appeared on a myriad of covers- you rarely had a clear schedule, and you liked it that way. Lights, cameras, paparazzi, meeting other famous individuals as well as meeting your fans, you were becoming happy again, you were finally returning to having a steady relationship with your parents, and your sister improved in her artistic ability. You were slowly forgetting about the boy you once knew.

You made callbacks for yet another movie at one point, but unfortunately, had not gotten the lead role as hoped for, rather, you played a minor character which ultimately gave you a break from the consistent moving. Your body needed a break; your mind needed rest, and so you decided to take a short break until you found the motivation to search for another job. The movie merely didn't make it far- critics claimed the plot had been too predictable, but it made it to the big screen regardless, and for that you were grateful. Another year passed, now being twenty-two years old, you and Maeve went on a shopping spree throughout the streets of your favorite city, sipping frappuccinos in the smothering heat of summer, a poster happened to catch your eye. Stopping to read it, the straw of your drink pressed to your bottom lip, Maeve's furrowed eyebrows veered from you to the poster.

"What is it?" She asked, ears perked to the sound of clicking cameras though the pair of you have learned to ignore it. Mumbling the words along with you, Maeve leaned forward, "Auditions being held for a romantic comedy this Saturday.... 9am to 3pm... Oh wow! You should audition!"

"What? Why me? Why just me?" You turned your head abruptly while studying your giggling friend.

"You said so yourself that you wanted to be in a comedy! And, there ya go, how much more of a coincidence can this be?"

"A poor one," you took a long sip from your drink quelling laughter from the incredulous gape Maeve flashed you.

"Are you not going to at least try? You are [Y/L/N] [Y/F/N] for crying out loud!"

You were tempted, and you honestly hadn't been in a comedy since you were... Ten years old. Chick flicks had mostly been your calling though funny moments of course were mingled amongst the seriousness. "That I am, but I don't sit on a throne, Maeve, I'm just as normal as it gets."

"If you define normal as putting your potato chips in your sandwich then I guess you're right,"

"It gives it a lil' crunch," your mouth missed your straw awkwardly, but you swerved just enough to catch it, "you should try it sometime."

"I'll try it when you audition for this movie," Maeve teased, "Which you will even if I have to drag you there myself,"

"You have much faith concealed in that tiny body, but okay,"

So therefore, you auditioned. It was the lead role you applied for which was about a character who caught the eyes of two guys the second she stepped into the school. The movie seemed hilarious from what you could collect, and you were shaking your head in laughter when you called Maeve exclaiming how you had gotten the part as she predicted. Although, she squealed in glee, she was dreading the idea of adding potato chips to her sandwich as she promised she would if you made the part.

The following week, you couldn't wait to meet your co-workers as well as the rest of the crew, and as much as you hated to admit it, you were immeasurably curious of who would be casted as your character's love interests. Though numerous options, it was hard to guess, though your mind filtered through familiar faces in the acting business. The producers and director filed into the room when chairs began to fill, slapping a thick script in front of everyone.

"There's been a slight change of plans for the story," the director said, prompting your eyebrows to knit together as you wondered what he could potentially mean, "Instead of two guys fighting over you," he pointed in your direction, "there will be seven!"

Interested grunts and 'awes' echoed in the space, and you nodded in surprise; seven? Seven men wanting you all at once? That would sound farfetched to any woman, even in the position you're in as an actress, it remained unbelievable. The director rubbed his hands together, "They couldn't make it today, but we will officially meet them tomorrow to finish looking over the script."

It seemed as if all you did was blink when you made it to set the next day, dressed in your favorite boot heels and casual wear- you weren't paying a bit of attention when you suddenly smacked dab into someone who happened to over tower you.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, Ma'am!" He said, his fingers tickling your arms from where he hoped you would stay steady.

"It's fine! I'm sorry, I should have been watching where I was going," you chuckled against the chagrin burned red upon your chest, and you couldn't help but be starstruck by the incredibly handsome face staring down at you. Noticeable dimples rested on either side of his grinning cheeks, and the coffee color of his eyes radiated kindness, and of course, you wondered innocently if he was one of the potential love interests the director mentioned the day before.

"I'm Kim Namjoon," he offered his hand which of course you took, enchanted by his smile, but you scolded yourself interiorly due to the obvious fact of not knowing him personally enough to care on whether he was available or not. There seemed to be a recognition in his countenance that you typically notice when people realize who you are, and you couldn't help the flattery when his hand still latched to yours picked up the pace while shaking it. "Oh my gosh! You're the [Y/L/N] [Y/F/N]! My girlfriend loves you!"

"That is so sweet of her," you were still blushing, but deeply touched by his words. Namjoon, dropped his hand in embarrassment from how long he had shaken yours, mumbling an apology, he slid his slim hands within his pockets.

"I must say, I am very honored to meet you. I've seen two of your movies with her and you were phenomenal!"

"Thank you very much, Namjoon! That means a lot. I hope I get to meet your girlfriend soon, she sounds like such a sweetheart," you tried to think if you had seen him in anything that had come out recently, but couldn't place a thing. You continued into the same room as yesterday, pulling your script from your bag, you settled into a seat before observing your surroundings, noticing in your peripherals Namjoon taking a seat beside a guy who appeared very quiet. Long, straightened blue strands spread upon his forehead while his dark eyes scanned the room. His lips were thinner compared to Namjoon's, and they rested contently while he leaned back in his chair. You tried not to stare too much, but when he caught you, you grinned instead of averting your eyes, relief flooded your senses when his lips raised into a side grin in return- his nametag reading 'Min Yoongi.'

When the seat on the other side of Yoongi skidded against the concrete floor, you instinctively looked to the sound, beyond amazed at the sight you saw. You weren't one to spike perspiration on the lining of your forehead just from seeing a man, but with the way his bandana complimented his brown tendrils neatly stacked on his head, you were beside yourself. His square jaw was locked in concentration while his petal pink lips pursed- his chocolate eyes rushed over the lines where he opened his script.

"Kim Taehyung?" A staff member asked, Taehyung nodded in reply, the worker placed the nametag before him, rounding the table to set yours before you. You would honestly never get used to people knowing who you are prior to an introduction considering the staff member had not questioned if you were indeed you. Thought aside, you were very taken aback on how sculpted this man was to a heavenly perfection.

"No, I didn't mean to trip the guy, I just wanted some food!" You vaguely identified the male whose windshield wiper laugh pleasantly greeted your ears while he found a seat, "Seriously, I hadn't seen him standing there." He poised his head enough to lock eyes with Min Yoongi, and you tilted your head curiously with question if they happened to know each other. But my, so far, who you assumed were going to be the men who were going to fight for your love, you were quite mesmerized by their beauty.

"Hello, my name is Chan-ri, I'm a huge fan of yours, how are you?" The exquisitely rosy cheeks of a red headed female entered your vision, and hearing her name, you remembered her from a TV show you binge watched with Maeve before. Genuinely, you offered a handshake, her comfortably taking the seat beside you. After you thanked her for her compliment whilst answering her question, she leaned in closer to your ear, "Is it just me or are these guys ca-ute?"

"The one in the bandana is looking better and better," you winked.

"Gosh, I couldn't agree more. And, I don't know if you've heard the rumors. But, the singer Jeon Jeongguk, apparently auditioned for a role,"

Eyebrows raised when you heard his name, "You're kidding!" You gasped in excitement. "Euphoria is literally my favorite song by him!"

"I could rave about his music all day long!" His presence entered the room as if on cue, hushing you and Chan-ri into bottled-up giggles, her winking at you in a way to say, 'we will talk later when the coast is clear.' A man with even redder hair than Chan-ri followed behind the well-known singer, and your lips parted in a silent gasp along with your amplified glance. "H-Hoseok?" He immediately sought for who said his name, and when he realized it was you, he couldn't help the smile that decorated his face.

"[Y/N]!" He greeted loudly, shuffling to collide into your hug, "Wow, how have you been? I haven't seen you in years!"

He helped you with dance moves for the spring musical sparking memories you hadn't reminisced in what felt like a lifetime ago, but here he was, in the flesh. "What a small world, I've been wonderful! How are you, Hoseok? What have you been up to? Look at you! So handsome!"

Hoseok thanked you before catching up with his life- he decided to go into acting when he graduated from Konkuk University with his soon-to-be fellow co-stars Seokjin and Yoongi which all made sense as to why Seokjin seemed comfortable talking to Yoongi earlier. Due to the encouragement of an individual he befriended, in high school, Hoseok explained how it stemmed him to chase his dreams, and here he was, auditioning for his first movie, excited to reunite with a familiar face from his past. He sat on the other side of Chan-ri, making conversation with her while you focused on the twiddling of your fingers. A poke on your shoulder made you jump an inch,

"Excuse me, is this where we meet?" A lighter voice spoke, but there was a distinct familiarity to it. When you faced the direction of where the question came from, the first thing you visualized was a silver necklace holding a pendant you hadn't seen since you were sixteen- one that you gifted someone as an emblem of your friendship- you were confused because not many people owned this specific piece of jewelry, and when your eyes slowly made the adventure to the individual's face, the rigidity paralyzed your frame faster than you could anticipate. Those eyes.

You knew those eyes. Better than anyone.

There was no stopping the intense hammering of your heartbeat; your temples pounded profusely, and he was frozen in place at the sight of you, because of your eyes. Neither of you moved, because there was disbelief at who either of you were looking at- his hair, now dyed, gleamed sleek blonde tendrils parted but long enough to tickle the lateral canthus' of his eyes, face thinned in a mature eloquence. It had been nearly seven years since the last time you ever saw him, and even then, he reflected your confusion, anxiously collecting whatever jumbled words he could form into sentences, but it was too late. The director enthusiastically entered the room, dispersing the moment just as quickly as it came.

"Greetings everybody! I see you've met our seven new cast members!" He grinned ear to ear, gesturing his hands toward all the guys. Shivering, but trying to keep it maintained, you watched your long-lost friend take a seat across from you next to Jeongguk. "Oh, and here's your nametag," the director plopped one in front of Jimin, you swiftly dropped your gaze, gritting your teeth in reaction to the strong waves of shivers plaguing your body. He was there. Park Jimin, as though you were acquainted with a ghost, was sitting right there in the midst of the small crowd, but with the way your muddled state was feeling- it had been only you two.

"Alright, let's open our scripts to page three. We need to review some main points of the story line." The director informed, but you were hardly listening, yet you kept your eyes zoned upon the booklet before you, only flipping pages at the sound of others doing so. Too many memories spun nonstop like a whirlwind, and you could sense Jimin glimpsing at you in the same wonderment as you were.

The trips to Mcdonalds where you both would split a large fry and dream about the future; the afternoon at school when the pair of you laughed about some cocky kid who face-planted in PE while playing soccer; the days you'd go jogging together and joke about anything under the sun; the moment when you two were drawing with your sister, and you thought Jimin's cow doodle was a duck. One of your fondest memories was your fifteenth birthday when Jimin, even Hoseok, along with your parents planned a huge surprise party just for you; the get-togethers with the drama club; auditioning for the lead roles in the spring musical and landing them. And the grand finale, when Jimin kissed you on what had been a final goodbye before exiting the stage that very night.

Nobody, other than Hoseok, in that room knew of the friendship you and Jimin once had. Nobody in the world would have known except the pupils the two of you attended school with. You were aware that if Jimin were to become famous, people would dig deeper to find that the both of you were in a movie together at ten years old, and all the other evidence that would explode within the media. You, to this day, will never forget the anxiety shooting through your figure while you pretended to review the script wishing you had the guts to just look at him.

The meeting ended in a blur, and you slung your bag over your shoulder, death gripping the script, and rushing out of the room where you felt as though you had been suffocating. You did not want to relive the heartbreak, so in desperation, you wanted to run.

He stopped you before you could even make it halfway to the entrance.

"Wait!" He bellowed. People were bustling by without any concern, but with the risk of a paparazzi capturing this moment you knew would need to be private, you ducked into the other side of a large staircase that appeared vacant aside from a tall plant, and Jimin followed suit- you spinning to see him sprinting toward you. For once you then understood when people described something to relate to a scene from a movie, because there was the love of your life, as if in a movie, running until he reached where you were. He was breathing heavily from the frenetic gesture, and understandably speechless, the pair of you weren't sure where to remotely begin. Swiping a slow hand through his hair, he looked so exquisite as he always had, and though you didn't want to revert to staring at the tiled floor of the opposite side of the lobby, you did. Carefully, he slipped his hands into his pockets, pressing his lips together in apparent worry.

"You're- you're blonde now," though small, a hint of a smile tinged your lips, a breathy laugh broke through Jimin's tight-lipped grin that infamously made his eyes disappear.

"Yeah," Jimin whispered tenderly, "Felt it was time for a change, ya know? Have been getting it colored since my twentieth birthday," breaking the ice enough, you found the strength to meet his gaze. His lips parted to then close multiple times, until he wetted them, "As you can tell, I honestly, don't know what to say, but, my God, I am so proud of you,"

"Jimin-" your voice broke, chin trembling from the burning tears when you knew that he was referring to your success, and the woman you have become. He stepped closer, releasing one hand from his pocket holding it out as if to calm the nervous tension.

"Really, [Y/N], I- you-" stammering through his words, you could see that he was blatantly in as much shock as you were, processing the fact that his long lost love was standing before him in all your glory. "I gave up acting in high school," he swallowed roughly, "as you can imagine, I was going through a rough time." He had been terrified to admit the reasoning considering the pair of you had no idea what had happened personally in each other's lives in the time between, and though he battled with what to say, he found the courage to just say it regardless, "When I lost you, I felt like- I just felt like there was no reason to really try anymore."

"Jimin," you whispered as if pleading with him, "I tried reaching out to you, but your number was disconnected- it was, it was disconnected, I-"

"No, [Y/N], please, don't cry- it's not your fault- Please," this time, he inched so close, that if you would have collected enough bravery, you could have rested your forehead at the curve of his chin where he could have invited you in for the warmth you could fall forever deep in. Eyes refusing to break contact, he continued, "After I saw your first movie, there were a few interviews I listened to where you said some of the most encouraging things, and I realized, if there was anyone I aspired to be like, it's you." Surprise lingered in your expression, because how could any of this be real? You knew stories like this were only filmed for the interest of the world, so how could someone you once cherished return out of the blue to tell you exactly what you needed to hear? "You, [Y/N], are the reason why I never gave up on myself. Why I never gave up at all. Why... I decided to go back to what I loved."

You were his inspiration, and because of that he ended up here. Back when you thought fate was so cruel to take him away from you, here he was, back into pursuing his passion for acting, all because he never gave up on you. You hated falling apart, you hated crying unless it was for the cameras, but in all vulnerability, especially when Jimin pulled you into his arms where your nose pressed into his chest, you cried. With all the pent-up emotions from a time you tried to avoid, you cried. Jimin refused to let you go until you were okay, and without any delay, you stayed by his side, repudiating from going home when you had seven years of catching up to do. There was barely any attention on anything, not even how Jimin opened his hotel room door without you stealing his kisses to the point you couldn't breathe. Fingers tangled into his shirt, he kicked the door behind him, emotions pouring from the way he kissed you as though he was going to lose you again. The most experience you knew, sexually, was from scenes you filmed with other actors- mostly steamy make out sessions, but you had never personally done the 'deed' in reality. Your back plopped upon the bed, palms pressed on either side of Jimin's jaw where your fingertips graced his hair, his hands cradling the sides of your waist while he continued to part his lips so gently with yours.

"Wait," you stopped, Jimin's enlarged eyes flashed concern as though he may have hurt you, "No, no, you haven't done anything wrong. I just- I just," you trailed off, chest rising and falling to steady your nerves. "I've never..."

Jimin exhaled a sigh of relief, bowing his head enough to where his hair feathered your cheeks, "I haven't either." You would be lying if you said you weren't surprised especially with all you had heard from stories others had told about men when it came to sex. But, at the same time, you always knew Jimin was different. Or, maybe it was purely meant to be, how you two abstained from something that was destined to be saved for the pair of you to share with one another. "I don't," Jimin's eyes flickered between your own because if there was anyone, he had an immense respect and adoration for, it was you, "I don't want to rush you into anything-"

"Jimin," your thumbs ran along the soft skin of his face, halting his words, "I want you,"

There was a hopeful smile that beamed from him before he covered your lips with even more kisses, making your head spin in a bliss you only ever felt when being with him. "Are you sure?" He pulled away; eyes boring into yours as if reading every inch of your soul.

"More than anything," you nodded, lifting your head to touch your lips to his for only a mere second. He was so in awe of you that he would do anything for you, and that never changed and never will. Kissing him was the most captivating addiction, and you never wanted it to end. Still completely clothed- the innocence would have been humorous in others' eyes, but the two of you were learning. And, the two of you were wanting to learn together and that's all that mattered to you. Park Jimin had never made you feel uncomfortable at any point that night, and you knew he wasn't going to overstep any boundaries. The fast pace of his lips sparked a feeling to rise within your core- a new feeling you wanted so eagerly to explore, the warmth was nearly smothering your panties, and you instinctively spread your legs to where he comfortably remained, his hips grinding his clothed erection along your area, where the crave to feel the entirety of his skin was all you could think about.

Breaking the kiss, you trailed your fingers underneath his t-shirt, his stare timorous whilst you lifted it past his head, exposing the rock-solid muscles toned along his arms and abdomen. Your mouth watered causing you to gulp- never in your life had you seen such a masterpiece, even from his jawline to his soft, blonde hair- you still couldn't muster how ethereal this man before you was. Tossing his shirt to the ground, he remained above you, the necklace you gifted him years ago dangling before he kissed you hard while your fingertips soothed along his back, his hand moving to cup your attired breast, tenderly squeezing it releasing a soft moan from your lips. Just the feel underneath your fingertips of his warm skin made you anxious to feel him molding into you- gripping his wrists, leading them to the end of your shirt, Jimin lifted it off you- your lacy bra staring back at his broadening eyes which caused his breath to hitch in the back of his throat.

"Oh," he groaned, "[Y/N], you are so perfect," his words nearly brought you to tears; your hands rested upon his cheeks, bringing him back to you to plant a soft kiss on his thick lips, him lowering to where his skin finally met yours, the enticing move enveloping you all at once, you could hardly contain yourself, exhaling against his lips just for him to brush his tongue along yours. One by one the clothes came off until his bare legs were jumbled with yours, his erection rubbing along your dampened heat, his thumbs caressing your nipples- the ticklish feeling caused your fingers to dig into his back. Jimin nipped at your collarbone, leaving numerous kisses along your chest, moving backwards to kiss along your stomach, the wetness lingering while your eyes slammed shut in utter paradise. He pecked along your hip bones, his hands never leaving your breasts until he made it to your inner thighs. Slithering his fingers to cling onto your quivering limbs, he spread your legs, his breath panting tepidly along your folds, his eyes widening with the urge he always wanted to fulfill, and only with you. You had never experienced this, and though you had heard of the such thing from various sources, you were curious to know what it felt like. Your clit rhythmed with your hyperventilating, him moving to kiss your inner thighs before returning to your vulva. Your toes curled along the bed sheets, your body tensing in preparation- and that's when he did it.

Gently licking his tongue along your slit, up and down, the motion emancipating a high-pitched moan from your throat which motivated him to continue. He brought his fingers to spread your folds, your core clenching while he sped the movements of his tongue- licking and licking until your hips involuntarily began to shift- your fingers gripping the bed sheets- sweat beading your forehead. For a few minutes, he continued to pleasure you, the tip of his tongue sliding against your clit before returning to hover above you. Though you were uncertain if what you were about to do would be done correctly, you moved your hand to hold his erection, gliding up and down gradually, him hissing with how good it felt to have your hand wrapped around him. That gave you the inclination that everything was being done smoothly; Jimin rested his lips to where your heart pounded, then moved to suck your nipple while your hand did the work, his hands squeezing at the mattress in response to the growing feel of an orgasm.

He stopped you, not wanting to cum too soon, instead interlaced his fingers with yours and rested your closed hands against the pillows above your head. Your core still tightening from how aroused you were, both of you held each other's gaze, you nodded that you were ready. Ready for what you two had been longing for. He swallowed nervously, "I, um, I don't have a condom,"

"Oh," you seemed a bit more scared than how you really felt, "well, I mean, I am on birth control for my... monthly cycle, so I don't think... I should be good," relieved, his knees rested on either side of your legs; lips parted, Jimin's eyes met yours, him leaning forward to stay above you- your legs raising to spread in preparation- while his one hand rested beside your head, he took the other to hold his erection to your heat, your shoulders tensed from the butterflies swarming your stomach.

"Are you sure?" His whisper was nearly inaudible, but nothing in this world would ever change your mind.

"Yes," you nodded, breathless. "Please." Your hands moved to rest on his shoulders- slowly he began to push within your walls- the pain nearly brought you to tears- but, you clenched your teeth, forcing yourself to relax just enough for him to penetrate further, his heart thrumming beneath his chest, especially with the pain he did not want to inflict on you.

"[Y/N], I'm so sorry, are you sure about this, I don't want to hur-" he paused immediately when he heard a muffled cry escape you.

"It's okay, keep going," your eyes were squeezed shut, and you eased your body from the tension knowing he was halfway there. Steadily, he moved further until all of him was within you, the worst part finally being over, you calmed yourself enough to stare into his eyes, your breaths increased, yet relief flooded your countenance because now the pain was subsiding just enough for him to proceed. He thrusted slowly, his lips passionately syncing with yours as your fingers tangled with the smooth tufts of his hair- with one hand, he rested his fingertips above your clit, rubbing affectionately whilst sexing you- the building of the fire below causing your muscles to taut. How something so powerful could bring such a wondrous escape you would never be able to equate,

"Mmm," you hummed against his mouth- the sensation of the orgasm finally reaching its peak- him jolting backward, to finish pumping his spillage onto the bed sheets to then watching you unravel from the ecstasy released from your core. "Holy shit," you could barely find words- perspiration covered each of your bodies, the heat nearly stifling yet still wanting his skin upon yours lingered. He embraced you once the sensitivity dimmed- you nestled your face into the side of his neck.

"We did it," you whispered, finding it adorable how accomplished you feel, and Jimin pressed you tighter to him, his fingers running along the side of your arm- him moving to brush a gentle peck to the side of your forehead.

"We did it," he repeated, a large, contagious smile spreading across his face- a smile you had fallen in love with once upon a time. You shifted just enough to where your arms hugged behind his neck- bare chests pressed together- your leg lacing around his waist, his hand sliding to rest upon your hip. The silver pendant entered your sight, and amazement hovered,

"You still have it,"

It wasn't a question, more of a softened statement; it was the first time you mentioned it aloud, but Jimin knew exactly what you were talking about, "I never planned on taking it off," rendered speechless, you kissed him one more time, letting every piece of him whisk you away- and nothing could ruin this moment. Park Jimin was back in your arms, and nothing was ever going to take him away from you. Not again.

The fabric of your dress feels silky beneath your palms as you slide them to smooth out any wrinkles. Makeup finished as well as the curling of your hair, you are proud of the dress you chose to wear- it being your favorite color, and one you confidently feel Jimin will love just as much. For some reason, you feel anxious about seeing him tonight, though you don't know why exactly. You have known him a total of fourteen years, yet it still feels like you are seeing him for the first time with any day he is standing before you. Flicking off the lights to your bathroom and bedroom, you scurry down the stairs with your black clutch in hand, entering the living room in the direction of the front door.

"Well, someone looks extraordinarily beautiful tonight,"

"Oh! Mom! You scared me!" You gasp, chuckling when you turn to see your mom leaned against the door frame that leads into her office; her arms are crossed though she smiles at you suspiciously.

"Sorry, honey. I was on Facebook when I heard heels, so I came running,"

Lowkey a fashion guru, your mother always enjoyed seeing the gowns you would be fitted for events, and knowing you haven't had anything lined up recently, she rushed intuitively to see what her daughter is up to.

"Well, what do you think?" You twirl in place, the dress brushing your knees before hanging in place.

"What's the occasion?" Mom raises a brow, though you know she's teasing. Your mother has always been one who liked to be aware of where you are in case if something were to happen which you know that is how you would be if you had a child. Though aware of your fame and constant schedule, your mother wants to at least know you're safe, especially when you are followed most of the time in public.

"I'm... going to see Jimin tonight," you have refrained from bringing him up countless times knowing it can be a potentially uncomfortable topic for your mom, but you refuse to lie about your whereabouts for fear of something that might not be the case anymore. Distant, you notice the way she seems closed off, like something is drifting a cloud of culpability above her head. "Mom, are you okay?" Worried that something may be wrong, you question: does she not like him? Sadly, you truly have avoided any conversation revolving Jimin; even when he came back into your life, it still made the topic awkward.

Mom bites the corner of her mouth before letting out a defeated sigh, "I'll be right back." She steps into her office, and your eyebrows scrunch in obvious curiosity as to what she is doing. Waiting patiently, she makes her way to you, hand outstretched with a folded picture she gestures toward you. "I found this the other day, and I thought maybe you should have it." Your mother slightly grins against welling tears, and when you reach for the picture, you carefully open it, tears filling your own eyes at what you see.

It's a picture of you and Jimin from when the two of you were either fourteen or fifteen- taken in the evening since it was dark in the background; you figured it must have been cold because you were wearing a jean jacket while he wore his favorite gray hoodie at the time with the bolded word 'Supreme' written in the center. His arms were draped over your shoulders, and you could see the top of a Mcdonalds drink resting in his free hand. The pair of you were smiling so wide defining the happiness the two of you brought to each other on any given day.

"I remember this," you murmur, looking back at your mom, "Our families went out to eat together, and you and his mom were taking God knows how many pictures," you kid. A tear pangs your mother's cheek as she shares a smile with you.

"I remember too. It was such a great night."

"It was," staring at the photo, your heart swells, "Thank you, mom."

When you step to hug her, that's when she loses it- tears spilling down her cheeks while she holds you so close, "I'm so sorry," she sniffs, "We could have worked everything out- grounded you, supervised the two of you or, something! I shouldn't have forced you to move away."

"Mom," you plea, not wanting her to hurt because it breaks your heart to see anyone you know, and love upset. The both of you have held your feelings about the situation for seven long years and never even tried discussing it. Sometimes, talking can be the best medicine- not only do you have to think before you speak, but forgiving the person long before the two of you work things out can really help solve a problem. All one must do is listen.

"I just... I panicked! I didn't want my daughter to make a mistake. You were so young-"

"It's okay, mom, really. I understand,"

"I wanted to even force you to switch out of drama class, all because I was so scared. I didn't even want you in the play. Your father convinced me to let you perform because," she pulls away and holds your arms, wanting to look in your eyes that mirror her own, "He reminded me that we were young once too. We met at sixteen, you know that. And I just remember feeling so guilty when he told me that," your mother looks down for a moment to gather her words, "I could have lost my daughter because I believed I was doing the right thing. I should have trusted you, and I am so, so sorry for everything."

"Mom," you hug her again, "I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago."

"Oh, it's so good to know that!"

"And, mom, if we never moved back to our hometown, I wouldn't be as successful in my career as I am now. You encouraged me to go back into acting, and for that I will forever be grateful. Besides, Jimin came back. That's all that matters," your reassurance mends her heart together as she carries pride in her eyes on how far you have come in all that you have endured.

"I love you. And, if you ever need to talk to me about anything, anything at all, you know I'm here for you,"

"Even if it's about Jimin?" You giggle lightheartedly, tucking the picture of you and him in your clutch for safekeeping.

"Even if it's about Jimin." She smiles, "Now what are you still doing here? Go! Get out! Have fun, and please be safe!"

Skipping out the door, the feeling of closure overwhelms your soul, and for once, you feel as if life couldn't get any better, and now you and your mother can one hundred percent be the rock you will forever need no matter where life takes you. When the black SUV that holds your favorite driver, Stan, appears, you burst through the gate and into the back of the car, for him to hand you a small note.

Meet me on the rooftop. Your Chim Chim xo

You reread the note with a smile when you make it to an elevator upon arrival to Jimin's hotel- Stan saying to call whenever you are ready to be picked up. You're amazed how little people seemed to be roaming the hotel, and as a normal for you, you scoped your surroundings in case of any clicking cameras before stepping into what will lead you to your destination. Reaching the top floor, you find a staircase that you presume will climb you to the rooftop, so in determination you begin, trekking up the flight of stairs until you pause at a door.

Inhaling and exhaling calmly, you slowly push open the door, rounding a corner where an intriguing scenery causes you to gasp in surprise. Stringed lights glisten, covering every pole of mahogany wood that encloses the area together. Candles are blinking upon an elegant, black table for two adorned with silverware, lid-covered plates, a wine bottle, and two empty wine glasses. Flowerpots are hanging from different sections of the balcony, bringing more color to the patio; sparse trees fill the rest of the space, the atmosphere exuberating nothing but serenity. Jimin did all of this for you.

Eyes searching, you finally find him, in a black fitted suit, hands in his pockets while he stares at the starry sky. Taking the time to admire him, you have always been so in awe of how genuine he is. Treating his fans with all the love, constantly caring for his family, keeping up with his friends, and for always being there for you no matter what it takes. He listens to you the same as you do for him and being in the entertainment business where rumors spread like wildfire, sometimes a listening ear is what one needs. He has been everything you have ever wanted, and he always will be.

You clear your throat, "Well, sir, you weren't kidding when you said you wanted to spend time with me."

Whirling on a heel, his expression eases when he sees it's you, "Hey!" He beams, eyes disappearing from how big his smile spreads. "I didn't hear you come in. How long were you standing there?"

Noting how he seems embarrassed, you can't help but find it irresistibly adorable, "Not long," you promise, watching him step in your direction.

"Good, I'm sorry about that."

"It's okay, Chim. I don't even know why you're worried, silly,"

"Whoa, you really took me seriously when I said to wear something pretty," Jimin reaches for your hand while you lower your head timidly.

"Look at you! You look like a model!" Jimin throws his head back at your compliment, "And, look!" You point at his shoes, "New shoes! Look at those beautiful, new shoes!"

"I told you I was going to get new ones today!" He tries stifling his laughter in the crook of his arm before sliding your chair out for you to sit.

"And, have I ever told you how much I love the blonde hair on you? I feel like I don't tell you enough," One thing you have learned over the years of knowing Jimin, is he blushes just as easily as you do. When one compliments him, he can't help but slump in his chair before burying his forehead onto the back of his wrist.

"Why are you making this about me," he whines playfully, "I want this to be about you,"

"But, it's always about me, maybe I like to spice things up a bit to appear humbling," your eyebrows wiggle, sending Jimin in another bout of giggles.

"Speaking of spice, are you hungry?"

"Famished," you dramatically emphasize, Jimin shaking his head at you with amusement while he reaches over to lift the lid of the plate. A steaming slab of steak laying scrumptiously on a pile of rice makes your mouth water, even when your eyes trail to the seasoned vegetables beckoning you to devour them. "This looks so good," you acclaim, preparing a fork and knife in order to start slicing. Jimin has already taken a bite in agreement. Deciding to take another swoop of how beautifully the décor mingles with the design of the patio, you speak after swallowing your first mouth full of meat. "I wasn't expecting this," you say softly, looking back at Jimin who cocks a musing eyebrow.

"What did you expect? Mcdonalds?" Jimin grabs the wine bottle, succeeding in opening it before he pours each of you a glass.

"No, you brute, the patio! It's wonderful up here."

"I wanted everything to be special." He murmurs, lifting his glass after holding your eyes, "You deserve it,"

In all honesty, you are at a loss for words, because how you ever deserved a man so loving, you will never know. And amidst conversation, you briefly remember the picture your mother gave you before you left, and deciding to make this known, you wet your lips, "So, I talked to my mom earlier this evening and," you prop your elbow onto the table after gripping the memory within your fingertips, the back of the picture facing Jimin. "She gave me this, and I wanted to show it to you."

Handing it to him, he gently takes it, a reminiscent grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I remember this," he says, "my brother actually teased me because..." He trails off, his grin falling for a moment. "I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend that day, but I chickened out." Your shoulders fall a bit though your heart flutters. Jimin was going to ask you to be his girlfriend? What made him afraid to? You open your mouth to speak, but when you find no words, he continues. "I had assumed that it was just going to be me and you going out that night with Jihyun, but, then both our parents ended up coming."

"That's still so sweet of you," you assure him, wanting the guilt that clouds his eyes to dissipate.

"I like this picture by the way." He holds it up and hands it back over to you. "I want a copy."

"I'll print one for you," you pact, his sincere eyes never leaving yours- all you know is if the table between you didn't exist, you'd kiss him. But as if he reads your mind, he reaches across the table and intertwines his fingers with yours; your eyes still locked preparing to say something, but the scrape of the door makes the two of you jolt and hands part. "Dessert!" A waiter lays out two white bowls in front of each of you, to then taking up the emptied dinner plates.

"Chocolate ice cream?" You say as Jimin smirks at your mouth falling open in glee.

"Our favorite," he winks, bringing a fourteen-year-old memory back in loop of the days where he loved to wear it on his face, and you never let him live it down. Chocolate syrup is drizzled over the dollops, a leaf of mint nestled on top of a scoop to complete the appetizing goal.

"I thought you said you weren't good with girls," you scoff, pressing your spoon into the dessert.

"I'm not."

"Then what is this?" you say quickly, gesturing to the dessert of symbolism.

"I think what you're trying to say is I'm romantic," He raises a brow, pointing his spoon toward you. "Besides, I think it's about time that we admitted that we are committed."

A warm sigh brushes over your cold lips, the taste of the ice cream melted on your tongue, because you know he's right. What have you really been afraid of? Was it really your mother for the fear of her still not accepting him? Well, now you know that she will accept him, so that's not an excuse. Were you afraid of the hateful words that would be thrown your way if the press were to confirm a relationship between you two? In the end, it's about you and Jimin, and despite hate, what would it matter if the world knew? Candidly, you want to protect him from the media, but your strong feelings of keeping him safe are equal to how much he wants to keep you safe.

What really scares you, more than anything, is losing him again. And, you have remained in this strange thought that if the pair of you stayed simply friends that maybe it would prevent heartbreak. Others, for example Maeve, you know would be highly confused by your thought process on the entire subject because why not be in a relationship with him when you both already seem like you are in one? What's crazy is you know Jimin loves you more than anything in this world, you can feel it, yet the pair of you have not said it since you were sixteen years old. The couple years of him returning made you fall in love with him all over again, and the truth is:

You would love to be his girlfriend. You would love to just be his forever.

Before you can respond, the subtle sound of a guitar begins to play through speakers you notice are hanging a distance behind the flowerpots. As if on cue, Jimin stands to his feet, patting his lips daintily with a crumpled napkin before tossing it on the table. "You want to dance?" He asks you, offering his hand.

"Always," he leads you to a secluded spot upon the balcony, and his arm rests behind your back. The volume of the music rises just a notch, you squeeze his shoulder once before resting your head on his chest. The side of his chin brushes your forehead while he sways you so gently, and merely getting lost in the feel of him. Your heart pounds to the rhythm of the song, and you swallow against the nerves enveloping your chest, and you let the song finish into the start of the next one, when you pull away enough to gaze into his eyes. Concern etches in his irises the second he sees you, slowly swaying to a halt. "Jimin," you breathe, fingers tightening their hold on his hand and his shoulder unintentionally, but he is ready to hear what you have to say, no matter what it may be. "Jimin, I know the past two years have not only been the most trying, but they also have been the most rewarding," you timidly drop your gaze to the silver necklace he has resting on the collar of his shirt before returning to stare at him once again, "I am in love with you, and I am ready beyond belief to let the world know it."

Nothing will ever be more magical than watching Jimin's smile grow, and the second it does, Jimin puts both hands on your waist, hoisting you in the air, spinning you around from the excitement he feels soaring all around his soul. You let out a loud laugh, linking your fingers behind his neck, your body leaning forward just a bit as your legs bend to where your heels almost reach your back. "I got you!" He laughs as you lightly lay your chin on his soft bundle of hair until he settles you back to your feet. Jimin, the one who stuck with you from the beginning and will stick with you until the end; the one who knows you more than you know yourself at times, the one you can laugh with, the one you can cry with; the one that you know will never want to lose you as long as he lives.

"I love you so much," His beautiful, brown eyes continue to bore into yours and just the pure love in them nearly brings you to tears, and in this very moment, something rings true- that if this man doesn't kiss you right now, you're going to lose it! Running your left hand through his hair, you stop at the back of his head. His wide smile turns into a grin as he leans closer to your face, resting his forehead against yours prompting your lips to part in preparation for his kiss, ready to feel the fireworks bursting in every place of your heart, ready to be wrapped so tight in his arms, ready for him to leave you breathless as he always does. Jimin then slips a hand off your waist and holds up his pinky finger to you- it catches you off guard, but it the most beautiful way.

"Promise me something, [Y/Nickname]." he nearly whispers.

"Anything, Chim,"

"Promise me that no matter what... You'll love me forever."

A tear slips down your cheek as joy overflows you, because from the first promise the two of you ever made to now, every memory you both have shared has been forever written on your heart. And you know from the look in Jimin's eyes, you both will be sharing plenty more.

"I promise, Jimin, " you say, bringing your pinky to his and wrapping it securely. "I will love you forever and always. Now... you better kiss me before I change my mind!"

Thrusting his head back in flattery, he shakes his head at you with glimmering eyes as he straightens himself to where he can cup your face with his palms. There is never a dull moment with you, and he knows a playful remark always has to be congruent within the seriousness, and when his plush, warm lips touch yours for the first time this evening, the fireworks begin, but instead of in the sky, they are literally bursting in every direction of your heart. No camera, script or film can ever describe how real this moment is. How true it feels. You both hold each other tight, feeling not only love but forever. As Jimin kisses you, sparks ignite, both your heads spinning, hearts pounding and cherishing every second, excited for the future.

Like the end of a perfect movie, you can faintly hear the beautiful song, singing the words of your promise, come to an end.

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tothemeadow · 3 years ago

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Commissioned by @hinokami-s

Kamado Tanjiro x OC

- The tension between Tanjiro and Hayami has always been too thick. However, at a rather eventful party, Tanjiro finds himself to have more luck than he thought. -

warnings: spicy, mentions of underage drinking

words: 4.9k

“Oi, oi, oi! Wake up Tanjiro!”

Smack!

“Ah!” Tanjiro yelps, shooting straight up in his chair. Glancing around frantically, he blinks owlishly at his surroundings, at the countless shelves of beaten-down books. An array of textbooks is sitting on the table before him, lone notebooks by their sides. Tanjiro groans as he peels the sheet of homework sticking to his face. Dammit, looks like he fell asleep while doing homework.

“Jeez, and I thought I was having problems with my math classes,” his “savior,” Sumiyuri Hayami, teases. She gives a twinkle of a laugh, her pretty eyes gleaming with mirth. “What gives, Tanjiro?” she continues, her voice turning serious but the smile never leaving her face. “You’re usually not one to fall asleep in school like this.”

“Tell me about it,” Tanjiro groans, rubbing the tiredness away from his eyes with his fists. “What time is it?”

With a hum, Hayami rolls up the sleeve of her sweater and checks the watch on her wrist. “Just after four o’clock. What, you think I wouldn’t you hiding away, taking a power nap?”

An ashamed warmth blooms in Tanjiro’s chest – he knows Hayami is only teasing, but he can’t shake away the familiar feeling of guilt. It’s such a heavy weight in his gut, tight like a knot and unwilling to come undone. He remembers her words from earlier, along with the messages in their text conversation.

Tanjiro, let’s hang out after school!!! Can we go shopping? I promise to buy anything you want!

It’s not that he didn’t forget to do meet up with Hayami or anything. No, he simply wanted to get a head start on his assignments, nestled away by the back window in the library. Things like this just happen.

“Don’t think too hard,” Hayami says, jabbing Tanjiro’s forehead with a manicured finger. “I can practically see the gears turning in your head. Keep that up and smoke’s going to start coming out of your ears.”

“I’m not Inosuke,” Tanjiro grumbles. Nevertheless, he shoves his school supplies into his backpack and draws himself to a stand, throwing his arms above his heads and stretching out his back. “I’m really sorry about falling asleep – honest!” he babbles as he slings his backpack on.

Hayami flashes Tanjiro a soft smile. She’s always looked pretty while smiling, petal lips encasing a neat row of pearly teeth. It’s at times like this where Tanjiro’s reminded that Hayami is regarded as one of the academy’s Three Beauties. He hesitates for just a moment, nearly struck into some fan-crazed silence as he ogles that gorgeous smile.

Reaching out a pale hand, Hayami clasps onto Tanjiro’s before turning around and guiding him towards the library exit. While it’s not the first time the two friends have held hands, it always amazes Tanjiro how graceful Hayami’s hands are, how lithe and delicate. Compared to the thick callouses on his from working in the family bakery for so long, he enjoys the stark difference in how soft her hands feel.

“W-wait!” Tanjiro exclaims. What is with him today, seriously? He’s hardly one to ever babble on like this! “Don’t you have archery practice today?”

“You worry too much!” Hayami throws over her shoulder. She doesn’t let Tanjiro go, opting to pick up speed until the two are running past the school’s gates, taking off into the surrounding neighborhood and to who knows where.

A multitude of colors swirls around Tanjiro’s head as he rushes past houses and maple and gingko trees alike. Hayami’s long ponytail swishes behind her with each pounding step, her messenger bag bouncing along with the movements. Now, Tanjiro’s long grown used to the pure energy that seems to seep from Hayami’s very pores, but he can’t but smile in return whenever she flashes him bubbly grins. If only they could stop so he could stand there and admire her smile for as long as he wants. He knows it’s a foolish wish, something incredibly silly, but he commits it to memory nevertheless.

Before long, the residential neighborhood melts into a street lined with markets and stores; cars slowly make their way down the street, most likely heading home from a long day of work. It’s only then that Hayami slows down, leaving herself and Tanjiro panting for a much-needed breath. Still, the two smile stupidly at each other, too overcome with the sheer blinding joy of being in each other’s company.

Again, it’s silly.

“I want to go clothes shopping,” Hayami suggests, smoothing down the front of her sweater. “I’m feeling… saucy.”

Tanjiro blinks at her, his eyebrows furrowing together. “Saucy…?”

“You know, Tanjiro, sometimes you’ve just got to feelyourself.”

“I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

Hayami waves a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry about it. But,” she puts an index finger up, “I will be picking out a brand new outfit for you! Come on, Tanjiro, don’t you think you need to be spoiled?”

Before he can even give a proper response, Hayami starts dragging him down the street. Tanjiro flushes at her choice of words. What did she mean by spoiled? It’s not going to be something bad, is it? No, Tanjiro shouldn’t think like that. He isn’t some pervert like Zenitsu (as much as he loves the guy, Zenitsu is pretty greasy), but there’s just something about the way those words rolled off so easily from Hayami’s tongue that it makes Tanjiro hope for something more.

Still, he lets her do as she pleases, mindlessly letting himself be pulled along by storefronts and throngs of other passersby. For a split second, he wonders just how he and Hayami look in the eyes of the strangers. Do they look like… a couple? Tanjiro swallows heavily at the thought.

Yeah, he wishes.

Hayami makes a sudden turn, then, heading towards a chic little boutique. The outside is completely white and framed by all white trimming, but splotches of green and pinky hues disrupt the monotonous tones. Tanjiro admires the hanging pots outside, the pretty buds and vines hanging low over the wicker. Tanjiro’s throat goes dry once he sees the inside of the store; the wooden floor practically gleams under the bright lights, delicate vines and fairy lights dangle from the walls, and racks upon racks of clothing freckle the shop’s floor. He can feel the expensiveness of the atmosphere seep into his skin. Whatever kinds of clothes they sell here, it probably costs more than what Tanjiro’s family makes in a month.

“Uh,” he starts, nervously scratching at his cheek, “Hayami… When you said you wanted to buy me an outfit, you didn’t mean stuff like this, right?”

Lightly smacking his hand away, Hayami pinches Tanjiro’s cheek instead. “I said I was going to spoil you, didn’t I? Let me do it this once.”

“But-“

“Please?” Hayami coos, pressing her full lips into a pout and flashing Tanjiro a pair of puppy eyes. He can’t deny that the expression makes his stomach do flips.

Tanjiro sighs. “Okay…”

With an excited clap of her hands and a delightful giggle, Hayami takes off into the store, weaving between the racks and searching for anything that catches her eye. Meanwhile, Tanjiro picks a rack close to him and mindlessly thumbs the delicate fabrics, wincing whenever he spots a price tag. And, just like he thought, they are all way out of his allowance range.

“Tanjiro, come over here!” Hayami calls out a couple minutes later. Tanjiro crosses to where she stands, taking extra care as to not bump into anything and potentially ruin its value. A silky shirt is perched between her slender fingers, olive tone in color. It’s nice, that much is for sure. Turning on her heel, Hayami holds the shirt up before Tanjiro, mentally determining whether or not it’d be a suitable fit. “Try this on,” she proclaims, shoving the shirt into Tanjiro’s arms.

The silk practically feels like nothing in Tanjiro’s hold. “This looks pretty fancy,” Tanjiro says, unease threading his words. “Are you sure I could pull this off?”

“Of course you can!” Hayami chirps, pushing Tanjiro in the direction of the curtained changing rooms. “Trust me, Tanjiro. I knowwhat’s going to look great on you. Ooo, I’ll have to find bottoms to match!” Hurriedly, she takes off, heading over to a shelf of jeans.

With another sigh, Tanjiro walks to the changing rooms; pulling the curtain shut behind him, he makes quick work of undoing his tie and shirt. Carefully, ever so carefully, he pulls the silky shirt on and buttons it closed. Although he shouldn’t be surprised, but Hayami was right. She did know what would look great on him. The olive color compliments his honeyed skin perfectly, and the shape it provides showcases the muscle he’s gained throughout his teen years. He just doesn’t look good, he looks stunning.

“Psst, Tanjiro! Did you put it on?” Hayami’s voice rings from the other side of the curtain.

Humming, Tanjiro turns away from the mirror, pulling the curtain open and revealing himself to Hayami. Hayami claps happily, a wide grin breaking her face. “I knew it would look great! Here, try these on with it,” she says, thrusting a pair of dark jeans towards him. “Go on, put them on! You can thank me later for when you see how awesome you’re going to look.”

Doing as told, Tanjiro sheepishly pulls the curtain to a close and sets the jeans to the side. His blood pounds in his ears at the thought of Hayami being right there while he’s changing, more so since he’s literally taking off his pants. Pushing the thought to the side (after yet another mental scolding to not act like Zenitsu), Tanjiro quickly puts the jeans on and opens the curtain once more.

“Oh my god,” Hayami breathes, clutching her hands to her chest. “Look at you!”

Tanjiro clears his throat and hopes the blush on his face isn’t too noticeable. “Is it that good?”

Hayami nods her head, but then she steps closer. Tanjiro’s breath catches in his throat as Hayami tucks the shirt into his pants, her fingers skimming beneath the waist of the jeans. Tanjiro’s face explodeswith a violent blush, his body turning entirely rigid. “Uh, Hayami…?” he squeaks.

Has she no shame? No embarrassment? But no, once look at her face tells Tanjiro that she is completely serious.

He nearly sighs in relief when her lithe hands leave his pants, but then they’re shooting upwards, up towards the top buttons of the silk shirt. She pops the first few buttons loose, exposing a sliver of honeyed skin. Hayami steps back, then, placing her hands on her hips and humming in approval at her handiwork.

“There,” she says, flashing Tanjiro a smile, “that’s better.”

Actually, Tanjiro shouldn’t be surprised – Hayami is big into fashion overall – but the mere fact that she was that close and that she touched him has his stomach doing somersaults and heart begging to leap from his chest. Still, he forces himself to turn around, to look back at the reflection staring at him. And – much to his pleasant surprise – Tanjiro likes what he sees. The slight changes really pull the outfit together, bring attention to the shape of his shoulders and the taper of his waist. He looks… handsome.

“Told you,” Hayami singsongs, a smug expression adorning her features.

Despite the heavy feeling of embarrassment still settled on his chest, Tanjiro smiles lightly, eyes glancing over the expensive outfit. Maybe it’s the look in his eyes or the expression he wears, but Hayami lays a reassuring hand on Tanjiro’s shoulder and gives it a tight squeeze.

“Remember: spoiling. Come on, Tanjiro, get changed and then we can go out to eat.”

“Wait, I thought you wanted to buy an outfit for yourself…?”

Hayami holds a finger to her lips, a sneaky glint in her eyes. “I never said such a thing.” She winks. “Now, come on, tiger – get your clothes back on so we can ditch this joint. I’m starving.”

It’s only a short time later that the two find themselves in a coffee shop, tucked away against a cream-colored wall. A neat, crisp paper tote sits on the chair next to Tanjiro while Hayami sits on the one directly across from him. Hayami mindlessly sips at her tea, casually scrolling through her phone. Tanjiro, on the other hand, busies himself with one of the numerous magazines scattered around the shop. It’s one of the beauty kind – meant for fashion, skincare, makeup, the regular works. He’s somewhat familiar with it due to the fact that Nezuko reads the exact same thing at home.

His eyes scan over an add meant for a type of facial moisturizer. It seems simple enough, clean and straight to the point, but when his eyes flicker over to the next page, they nearly bulge from his very skull.

There’s a picture of Hayami.

And no, not just any picture, but a closeup of her beautiful face, relaxed and poised in a way that only a model could pull off. Tanjiro’s well aware of the situation at Hayami’s home, how her mother is a cold, power hungry woman that craves nothing more than all of the wealth in the world. Needless to say, it isn’t much of a surprise that she capitalizes on her daughter’s extraordinary looks, forcing her to do photoshoots at whatever cost. The mere thought of it leaves Tanjiro sick to the stomach, knowing that a parent could treat their child in such a vile way for personal gain. Still, Tanjiro never brings it up despite how much it pisses him off.

Hayami’s ad is for another type of facial cream, hence the closeup. The lilac of her eyes glitter although it’s printed on glossy paper, her fair skin smooth and perfect. It’s almost ridiculous how incredibleshe looks, hair loose and framing her features in a way that is too tempting for Tanjiro’s poor heart. Seriously, how whipped can he be? Hayami is literallysitting straight across from him, yet here he is, ogling some photo of her.

He’s such a fool.

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

Tanjiro’s attention switches from the magazine to his friend when she sighs. “It’s Mother,” she says briskly, an unpleased glint coming to her eyes. Drawing a breath, she accepts the call and places the speaker next to her ear. “Hello?”

Sipping from his drink, Tanjiro keeps himself quiet as he watches Hayami with a curious gaze. It’s more of a rare occasion than not whenever Hayami’s mother calls her; however, when it does happen, it’s mostly because she wants Hayami to do something.

The conversation between Hayami and her mother turns into a senseless buzz as Tanjiro focuses back on the magazine in his hands. It’s not that he doesn’t care, not in the slightest, but overhearing family arguments that aren’t his own make him… well, uncomfortable. He’s not alone in that stance, not by a long shot.

But then Hayami’s suddenly gripping onto his wrist, forcing his attention back on her; she’s grinning, beautiful face basically splitting itself in half at the sheer force of it. With a simple goodbye, she hangs up and sets her phone on the table. “Yes!” she exclaims, other hand grasping onto Tanjiro’s free wrist. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Hayami so happyafter ending a phone call with her mother.

“What is it?”

“Long story short, but my parents are going on a business trip for two whole weeks! Can you believe it? I finally get the house all to myself!”

A smile of his own grows on Tanjiro’s face. This istruly an occasion worth celebrating; while the relationship between her and her mother is rocky, Hayami’s father is somewhat kinder. However, since he’s the one that married into the family, his own image – much like his wife’s – is more important than his own child, so he usually takes after the mother’s side and neglects Hayami. It’s an all-around bad situation on all fronts, so it’s no wonder Hayami gets so excited when something like this happens. And, if Tanjiro’s being entirely truthful, he doesn’t blame her one bit.

“You know that this calls for, right?” Hayami continues. “Bear with me here, but I may have been planning a party for some time now. With my parents gone, I can finally do it! Think about it, Tanjiro! There’ll be food and drinks, music, games – the whole shebang! Wouldn’t it be great to kick back and relax for once?”

“I guess…?”

“Oh, come on! You have to come, Tanjiro! It’ll be more fun with you there! Please? I’ll invite all of our friends!”

Tanjiro sighs. He’s not one for parties – or for large crowds – in general. But with the hopeful glint in Hayami’s eyes and the cute pout of her lips, it’s nearly impossible to say no. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

“Yay!” Hayami cheers. Standing up from her chair, she leans across the table and throws her arms around Tanjiro’s shoulders. And if that wasn’t enough, she places a brisk kiss to his cheek, a joyful giggle following suit.

Oh, this poor boy’s aching heart.

Hayami goes off in an excitable tangent about all the things she has to prepare for the upcoming weekend; Tanjiro tries to listen, he really does, but he can’t ignore the pleasant sting in his cheek or the furious beating in his chest.

Good grief.

That following Saturday night, Tanjiro finds himself outside the gated residence of the Sumiyuri Estate. While it isn’t the first time Tanjiro’s been to Hayami’s house, the mere size of it always sends a chill down his spine. His own home could easily fit inside numerous times. A steady blast of a muted bass fills his ears, the golden cast of light streaming from the windows lighting up the front yard and the street.

Tanjiro lets himself in, trekking towards the front door; the music steadily grows louder the closer he gets, and his palms start to grow sweaty. Tanjiro’s always considered himself a people person, somehow managing to get along with anyone, but the idea of a party is a bit nerve-wracking.

The front door opens, then, revealing Hayami’s grinning face. Tanjiro offers a wave in greeting, but his hand quickly falls back by his side as he notices the outfit she’s wearing. It’s relatively simple – a burgundy two-piece dress, but the top has a window cut in the front, revealing Hayami’s way-too-giving cleavage. His mouth seals shut as he tears his gaze away, a rush of blood flooding into his face.

“Tanjiro, you finally made it!"

Rubbing the back of his neck, Tanjiro chokes on his response, muttering a nice to see you. He curses his own height; when they were a bit younger, Hayami used to tower over Tanjiro, but after his growth spurt, the tables have changed. Now, if he simply wanted to glimpse at her, he’d have to look down. The only problem is… well… breasts.

“You’re wearing the outfit I picked out!” Hayami gushes, clapping her hands together. “Wait until everyone sees you!”

Before he has the chance to respond, Hayami promptly grabs Tanjiro by the hand and drags him inside the manor. The music is much louder now that he’s inside; he recognizes it as some bass-heavy K-pop song (again, thanks to Nezuko). The two weave around the other party goers, food and red plastic cups in hand. Hayami brings him to where their group of friends sit, all clustered around a wide screen TV and in the midst of a round of Mario Kart. Although he’s glad to see them, Tanjiro’s genuinely surprised that he didn’t hear Inosuke and Zenitsu’s screaming over the music when he first arrived.

“Hey, hey, heyyyy,” Hayami’s cousin, Kagami, drawls. She practically slithers to where Tanjiro and Hayami stand, a mischievous smirk playing on her face. Her gaze snaps down to where the two’s hands are connected, her smirk further curling into a Cheshire grin. “Oh, I see. So, you two finally doing something?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Hayami immediately drops Tanjiro’s hand, much to his disappointment. She hurries a no and sends Kagami a stern look.

Kagami shrugs. “I’m just saying. Anyway, you look mightyhandsome, Tanjiro. I never pegged you as the type to show off some skin,” she says, motioning to the sliver of skin poking out from his shirt. “Oh, and won’t you look at his waistline, Hayami? The boy is snatched!”

“You are insufferable,” Hayami hisses at her cousin, but the blush on her face is way too obvious.

“Come on, let’s have some fun!” Kagami exclaims, grabbing onto both Hayami and Tanjiro and yanking them towards the TV.

And, despite not being a party person, Tanjiro finds himself actually having some fun. Granted, it’s just him playing video games with his best friends, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He was perfectly content with playing Mario Kart for the entirety of the party, but then it was Kagami’s self-proclaimed brilliant idea to switch to Just Dance. Not like that idea isn’t fine and dandy, it’s just that he was forced to take center stage with Hayami and perform a duet dance with her.

And that’s fine.

Perfectly fine.

…Fuck.

Tanjiro blames it on the strong smell of teenage hormones and perspiration. Perhaps this is his true coming of age moment? It’s not an everyday occasion where he gets to dance with someone so pretty, someone who isn’this sister. Game or not, it’s a big deal to him.

As the hours melt away further into the night, people slowly start to trickle out of Hayami’s house, wishing the others a good night before disappearing into the pitch-black night. Only a handful of people remain – mostly friends of Hayami that Tanjiro’s on good terms with, along with Inosuke and Zenitsu. Inosuke’s fast asleep on the couch, head thrown back and snoring loudly. Tanjiro doesn’t blame him for being tired, but he’s also surprised to see the rambunctious guy clocked out like that.

There’s an idle chatter amongst the small group as they pass around the last of the drinks and food left from the party and start the timely task of cleaning the place. Tanjiro is only half listening to what the others are saying, his thoughts straying to what happened earlier that night. His face warms at the memory of dancing close with Hayami, how her sweet perfume filled his lungs in the loveliest way possible. Really, he is such a fool.

“Come on, Hayami!” Kagami whines off to the side. “It’ll be fun! Everyone can let loose, if you know what I’m saying.”

“I’m all down for it!” Zenitsu chirps.

“Down for what?” Tanjiro asks.

“Seven minutes in heaven,” Zenitsu tells him with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

Tanjiro blinks at him. “…I’m sorry?”

Zenitsu’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head. “Wait, don’t tell me- You don’t know what seven minutes in heaven is?! Oh, Tanjiro, you innocent babe! My eyes can’t handle the righteousness!”

“Zenitsu, calm down,” Hayami says, abruptly appearing by Tanjiro’s side. “You’re being too loud.”

“But Hayami! Tanjiro doesn’t know what seven minutes is!” Zenitsu exclaims.

Hayami rolls her eyes. “And there’s nothing wrong with that.” She turns to Tanjiro. “The whole point of the game is to have two people unknowingly get selected to go into a closest together and have fun. Think of it as a…. make out session, but with an unexpected twist.”

The color in Tanjiro’s face drains. “So they like…” Trailing off, he raises his hands before him and makes them mimic two people kissing. At Hayami’s nod, Tanjiro’s face turns a bright red.

Kagami pops up right next to them (where she came from, Tanjiro has no idea), a large plastic bowl in hand. “Alright, you two! Time to put a possession into the bowl!”

Tanjiro blinks owlishly at her. “A possession…?”

“It’s how you get selected,” Hayami explains. Reaching up, she tugs an earring from her ear and places it into the bowl. “Here, I’ll help you.” She gives Tanjiro the same treatment, taking an earring out from his lobe and also putting it in the bowl. Tanjiro slaps a hand to his ear, a ticklish feeling swirling around inside his chest.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hoping for Hayami’s item. It’s the only thought that sticks in his head while Kagami cackles to herself, going around the group and making everyone pull out an item. His heart skips a beat each time; he tries to focus on something else, he really does, but knowing that literally anyone could pull out his or Hayami’s item is too much to bear.

Especially Ginjuro, Tanjiro thinks bitterly to himself. Ginjuro and Hayami have been friends since middle school, Tanjiro knows that much, but the former has a bit of a tendency of trying to flirt and woo Hayami. They’re friends, nothing more, but the sheer idea of Ginjuro trying to worm his way into Hayami’s heart makes Tanjiro’s blood boil.

“Yo, Tanjiro!” Kagami barks. As Tanjiro breaks himself free from his thoughts, he’s met with Kagami’s hand urgently snapping its fingers in his face. “Your earring got picked,” she says simply, although the smirk on her face is nothing short of wicked.

A wave of panic washes over Tanjiro. He got picked? By who?

Before he has the chance to say anything, Kagami grabs him by the wrist and tugs him away from the rest of the group, heading towards a closet in the main hallway of Hayami’s home. “Have fun you two,” Kagami purrs. “Don’t get too wild, hehe!” Tanjiro yips as she pushes him into the closet and shuts the door behind him, plunging him into complete darkness.

Tanjiro sighs. This girl, he swears…

The sound of someone clearing their throat causes Tanjiro to jump. “Tanjiro…?” Hayami’s voice calls through the darkness – it sounds smaller than usual.

Holy shit, Tanjiro thinks. Hayami picked me?

“Hayami,” Tanjiro stammers. “I… I wasn’t expecting this…”

Hayami lets out a tiny giggle. “Neither was I.” She sounds closer than before.

Swallowing thickly, Tanjiro can easily feel her presence now, smell the tempting scent of her perfume. She’s literally right there, right in front of him, and he’s tensing up like no tomorrow. “I, uh…”

“We just have to play the game, Tanjiro,” Hayami interrupts. She takes a deep breath. “No big deal, right?”

He bites his lip. “I guess… But don’t feel like you have to!” he exclaims. “I don’t want you to get uncomfortable or anything! We can just chill out in here, right? Just until time’s up? We could just sit on the floor and – mmph!”

Tanjiro’s words are cut off by Hayami’s lips. His mind goes blank as she kisses him, her hands holding on tightly to his arms. He sucks in a ragged breath as she pulls away. “You need to shut up sometimes,” she breathes. “I want this, Tanjiro.”

“Hayami,” Tanjiro begins, but then she’s kissing him again. It’s a bit awkward at first, mostly because Tanjiro’s become stiff, but then Hayami soothingly rubs his arms and shoulders, her plush lips easing him into the kiss.

“Tanjiro,” Hayami murmurs, her fingers clenching onto the front of Tanjiro’s shirt, “kiss me.”

Maybe it’s the way her voice sounds angelically breathy, but Tanjiro’s will absolutely snaps in that very moment, all sensible thoughts being tossed out the window. He kisses her, truly kisses her, with as much might as he can summon, with all the pent-up love and desire that his heart has been holding onto for so long.

This is really happening.

“Fuck,” Hayami breathes. Her tongue slips its way into Tanjiro’s mouth, caresses his own tongue, flicks against his teeth. There’s a dull thud as she promptly pushes Tanjiro against the wall, body following suit and worming its way in between his legs.

Tanjiro’s a near panting mess, his entire being on fire. He can’t help but moan at Hayami’s taste, at her scent, at the way her breasts push up against his chest. It turns into a pleasured mewl as her fingers card through his hair, digging into the strands and giving them a yank.

He holds onto her, desperately so, hands on her waist and fingers brushing against the exposed skin her dress shows. He wants to hold moreof her, kiss her with everything he’s got, show her how much she meansto him. But oh, there her mouth goes, slipping from his lips and to his bared throat; her fingers fall from his hair and to his pants instead, wrapping around the belt loops and tugging his hips into hers. He grunts at the mere sensation, at how splendidly warm she feels through the clothing. Then she’s gripping onto his ass while she lavishes his neck, her lip gloss smearing all over the skin.

It’s too much, too intense, too extreme, but Tanjiro lovesit. He can’t help but buck his hips into Hayami, the prominent bulge in his pants grazing against her stomach. He chokes on a moan when one of her hands grips onto him, her teeth sinking into his neck.

“Tanjiro,” Hayami purrs, her voice deliciously creamy, “we should go to my bedroom.”

Tanjiro nods, albeit a bit too hastily. “Y-yeah…”

Stepping away, Hayami promptly yanks the door to the closet open. The house is eerily silent, the idle chatter of friends and low music suddenly gone. That sneaky Kagami, she probably did this, Hayami realizes.

The gulp Tanjiro gives is audible. “Is there… something wrong…?”

Hayami looks at him over her shoulder. “Come on, tiger. There’s a ride I want to catch.”

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→ bad behaviour — a namjoon scenario

member: kim namjoon (rm)

word count: 3.7k

genre: early relationship + smut +fluff +college!au

warnings: public sex / handjob / blowjob in a bathroom / just a lot of feels in this fic / yes this is the namjoon from the bring the soul commentary i wanted to swallow his dick when i saw him / size kink / praise kink / namjoon has a big dick / technically the prerequisite for the parents!au im dropping next week / repost because tumblr deleted the whole thing :/

soundtrack: easy, camila cabello

It’s stupid, how quickly you fall for Kim Namjoon. There’s a strange giddiness swimming in your guts as you wait for him outside the cinema. You can’t help but bounce on the balls of your feet, palms warm and sweaty with nerves. Which doesn’t make any sense. This is your fifth date now, Namjoon wasn’t a stranger to you anymore. But it’d been a week since you’d last seen him - a long torturous week. It’s weird, how quickly he’d wormed his way into your mind. The ‘I bet Namjoon would like this’ thoughts were becoming increasingly frequent. You should be alarmed - you hadn’t fallen for a person so quickly like this since high school. But you’re not - because it’s Namjoon.

There’s a blooming in your chest when you spot him meandering down the street. He’s so damn tall, it’s intimidating actually, moving with quick sure steps and towering over nearly everyone. Your heart drops to your stomach when he catches your gaze. There’s an easy smile on his lips that slowly spreads the closer he gets. You can’t seem to look away, a strange tingle sweeping from your heart to your core. How he makes you feel dizzy with just a smile is beyond you.

“Hi,” He says, tucking his phone in the pocket of his black shorts. It’s hot out, and as a consequence his thighs and burly arms are visible, thick muscles flexing beneath golden skin. It’s enticing and you bet Namjoon isn’t even aware of that. Your palms burn with the need to touch but you hold yourself back, choosing instead to swing your arms around his neck and pull his body against yours. The press of his hard chest makes something settle in your stomach. You hadn’t realised how much you’d missed him until he was right there before you.

“Hi,” You mumble into his shirt, the cool metal of his silver necklace pressing against your cheek. “Missed you.” He sighs in response, pressing you against him with a deft push of his large palm against the small of your back. Your heart swoops into your stomach. His chin is resting on your head a beat later and you nearly sway with how right it feels to have Namjoon holding you close, surrounding you with his presence.

“Missed you too.” He whispers, running his fingers down your spine. You practically melt, nerves tingling from the slight touch. It takes you awhile to pull apart, your heart beating like the wings of a wild bird trapped in the cage of your ribs. When you glance up, Namjoon is staring at your with that gaze, eyes soft and warm like he can’t believe you’re real.

It’s good to know that the feeling is mutual, because you can’t believe Namjoon is real either.

“We should go inside,” He says, but he doesn’t move, hands still clinging onto your waist.

“Mhm, we should.” You pull away because it evident that Namjoon won’t. The small frown between his eyebrows when you do makes you want to burrow yourself back into his chest and never leave. You smile instead and lace your fingers into his. There’s a squeeze from his large hand when it encompasses yours, sending a small thrill through your body. Namjoon is so damn big and it makes you feel so protected and cared for. Again, it’s stupid how quickly you’ve fallen for Kim Namjoon.

“You look good,” You comment, as you step into the cool building with your hands entwined. And it’s true, he does, effortlessly so - sun kissed thighs and arms on display and silver accessories complimenting his outfit. His hair is hidden by a cap, but you can still see the little tufts of russet hair peeking out. You want to run your hands through his locks but you clamp down on that desire quickly.

“So do you,” He returns, cheeks tinged rose. You’re suddenly glad you wore that unnecessarily short summer dress today. The floral fabric comes to an end just beyond your ass and if you bend forward even the slightest, the whole world would a great view of your behind. It’s wouldn’t be such a bad thing, especially if Namjoon has a front row seat.

He cuts your reverie short when he yanks you by the hand, pushing your body flush against the side of his chest and snaking his arm around your waist. You’re about to protest, core throbbing with how stupidly strong Namjoon is, but then he starts talking, mumbling about this and that as you stand in the queue together and your lips clamp shut. It’s calming, hearing him moan about class projects and talk in detail about literary ideas that you can’t wrap your head around for the life of you. But you listen intently anyway, lending your ear to him because Namjoon had disclosed in you a while ago how he felt no one ever really listened to him when he talked. You’d do it for him, if no one else would. It’s oddly important for you to make sure that Namjoon’s knows you care, because you do, a lot more than you’re willing to admit to yourself.

He’d chosen the movie, something based on a novel - technically research for his literature class because they were studying it anyway. Namjoon claims that although watching a movie on a book can be helpful, you can’t just base your essay on that - reading it is a vital part of the process. You call bullshit on that because you absolutely aced your final paper on The Great Gatsby despite having read the book never and watching the movie five times. He’s on a high horse because he’s the top student but you let him live when he sends you a soft glare. It’s adorable really, how defensive he gets over books.

You know the movie is going to be boring, but you don’t care. What matters is that you get to watch it with Namjoon. He also offers to buy the tickets. You let him because he wants too. You cover the popcorn and snacks (there’s a dozen packets of sweets in your purse because cinemas charge too much for them for your broke college budget). His nose scrunches in disdain when you order your popcorn buttered. You poke his chest in retaliation and remind him he eats raw ramen. He immediately pipes down after that, his hand returning to yours as you walk towards room A3 and let the guard at the door rip your tickets.

You pick a seat towards the back, away from the few other people who’d walked in after you. You’d expected it to be nearly empty - who in their right mind was watching this movie at four in the afternoon apart from Namjoon and his fellow literary nerds?

It takes you about thirty minutes to get bored.

The popcorn tastes flat in your mouth, Namjoon has somehow decimated through the sweets you’d snuggled in and your slushy was practically empty. That’s when your imagination starts to wander, pulling an image from crevices of your mind. You’d stored this memory away carefully, reconstructed as best as you can because you were incredibly drunk that day. But you can still feel it, the press of Namjoon’s body over yours in Yoongi’s stuffy car. How hard he was beneath the glide of your hips as you grinded against him. And those harsh little pants that filled the air every time he bucked up into you. You can’t remember who was making the noises but you can, with clarity, remember the weight of Namjoon’s hands on your waist as he guided your movements. And how pretty he looked, eyes glazed and lips plush. You can’t help the clenching of your walls when you think about, or the slick that seeps out from you.

The knock of Namjoon’s knee against yours makes the vision vanish, your eyes gliding over to him. He’s not paying you any attention, eyes fixed on the screen. How he looks glorious, pale white light washing over his concentrated face, doesn’t make any sense. You shouldn’t find this so hot, but you do, a heat building in your gut when he raises a contemplative hand to his chin. His knee knocks against yours again and you blame that for how your gaze falters to his legs. They’re wide apart, his shorts riding up dangerously close to his crotch. The position makes his skin taut, muscles bulging from their hold and leaving hard lines along his thighs. The heat in your gut turns into a wildfire and you don’t think anymore, nestling in as close as possible despite the stupid arm rest between you. It digs into your ribs but the pain melts away when Namjoon flashes you a quick smile, dimples dipping in his cheek.

You decide then, not to give a damn.

His eyes are wide when you cup his chin and gently pull him towards your lips. He tastes like sugar and cocoa, remnants of the chocolate he’d retrieved from your bag at the start of the movie. You can’t help but press your tongue against his mouth, a pleased sigh escaping your own when he parts his lips. He lets you slide inside, explore to your heart's content, his tongue pliant to your movements and hushed moans vibrating from his throat. When you pull away, your lips tingle with the imprint of his mouth and it takes a lot of willpower not to dive back for another kiss.

“What’s that about?” Namjoon questions against your lips, his cheeks flushed and mouth wet.

“Just wanted to kiss you,” You mumble back, slowly gaining awareness of your surroundings again. It’s only then that you realise that you’re clutching his shirt with a desperation you feel in your gut.

His eyes glitter. “Mhm, okay. Do it again.”

You comply without a complaint, the sounds of the movie falling on both your deaf ears. Namjoon takes control this time, despite his request, dragging your bottom lip between his teeth that makes a small whimper escape from your throat. His heart thumps under your palm and it takes a lot for you to not clamber onto his lap. Though, Namjoon partially keeps you put with the weight of his hand on your bare thigh. You’re practically vibrating, nerves going haywire with every skip of his fingers against your skin as he moves closer to your panties, where you’re soaking for him.

“Let’s blow this place,” You mutter against his ear when you break away from a moment. He quirks an eyebrow, catching on the obvious innuendo. You’d been skipping around the aspect of sex for awhile now, wanting to take the relationship slow, but you’re beyond ready to do anything for Namjoon’s dick, especially when he kisses you like that.

“What do I get for leaving? I wanted to see this movie.”

“I’ll blow you,” You finally say outright, loving the way his breath hitches and his eyes darken.

“You could blow me here.” Oh. Oh, you hadn’t expected that and neither had your pussy from the sharp pulse that hits your core. You’d never seen this side of Namjoon ever, and the directness of his demand makes you want to roll over.

“Yeah, I could,” You say, keeping your eyes locked on him. He’s surprised, but you don’t wait for his mouth to open, instead planting your palm right against his crotch. He jolts into it, hard cock pressing into your hand. You hadn’t expected him to be hard either, but Namjoon is rigid and hot under your hold, eliciting a river from your cunt because he’s big too. Fucking huge actually. You can’t help but experimentally squeeze hard at the base of his dick, the skips in Namjoon’s breath tickling down your back. There’s no way you can swallow all of that, you know it. But then when you drag your hand up his clothed cock and Namjoon twitches into your palm, you vehemently want to try.

“You’re hard,” You murmur, stating the obvious because you brain is melting from how thick Namjoon is in your hand.

“Because of you,” He pants back, face burrowed in your neck at an awkward angle. He licks against your skin, tongue warm and wet before the nip of his teeth on your neck has you jerking forward. “That dress is a crime.”

Your skin prickles but you don’t let up on his dick, rubbing through the fabric gently. The urge to flip your skirt up and sit on him is so strong that you nearly give in. A cough in the background halts that idea in its tracks. You play with the band of his shorts instead, glad when Namjoon takes it upon himself to tug at the zip and untuck his cock from his underwear. Your observation from early proves to be correct the moment he springs out from his pants. Namjoon isn’t just huge, he’s massive. You know you’ll feel him in your guts from how much length and girth he’s sporting. It would be really nice to just have him flip you over and drill you from behind - or any position for that matter, as long as he’s inside you.

There’s an ache in your core when you wrap your hands around him. He’s veiny and velvet-like, a little gasp from his throat when your fingers finally come in contact with his skin. It’s juvenile, giving a handjob during a movie. You’re behaving like teenagers who just discovered what secrets a dimmed movie theater can hide. But you work around him regardless, catching the precum leaking from the tip of his cock with the twist of your hand. You glide around him ease, spurred on by the rushed little pants of his that colour the air. He’s got his head digging into the headrest, neck exposed and adam’s apple bobbing with every harsh swallow down his throat. When you lean in to kiss his neck, Namjoon jolts, hips bucking into you hand with need. You can feel him throbbing in your grip, dick twitching with every graze of your palm along his cock.

“Too dry,” He croaks out, lips parted with a barely there moan escaping into the cinema. He’s right, he feels good in your hand but it’s not slick enough for you to rub him off the way you want too.

“Want my mouth?” You innocently ask, stomach flipping when his eyes flash.

“Please,” He mutters, staring at your lips unabashedly. You comply because Namjoon is so damn fine that it’s impossible for you to muster up a no.

He’s hot and heavy against you tongue, cum a little salty but you swallow around him anyway. The angle is awkward and there’s no way you can even attempt to shove him down your throat from your bent over position. Namjoon slides down his seat a little to make it easier, and his cock slips further into your mouth. The warm heat of your tongue against him has his mind blanking for a second. His hips jerk forward slightly, a deep need in his gut to go deeper into your mouth provoking the moment. When you gag a little, Namjoon knees give out. He can’t believe that pretty little mouth of yours is wrapped around his cock, sucking him off with a bunch of strangers in the room. It turns him on more than it should, his eyes suddenly sneaking around to make sure no one is watching.

But then you pull off him with a barely audible pop, sinking back down with fervor and Namjoon sees stars. Your mouth is perfect, lips moulding around the head of his cock and tongue flickering over his slit in a way that makes his thighs tense. Your hand is around the base of his dick again, working the orgasm right out of him. You fingers feel so small around him, a huge contrast to his own large palm and it makes his gut twist. You’re so damn tiny. It makes him want to wrap you up, take care of you, give you everything he has.

His balls must feel the same because his orgasm is approaching faster than he anticipated, despite his jerk off session before he came to meet you. You make him impossibly hard and his head is never really clear around you. Even know his mind is hazy, lost in the waves of pleasure ebbing from his gut with every press of your lips around his length. It’s hard for him to even focus on the movie before him, gaze floating onto your bent over a figure. It’s only then that he notices how your dress is riding up your ass. Your perfect pert ass that he wants to touch all the damn time. Your underwear peeps from beneath the fabric, your wetness creating a damp mark on your light pink panties.

God, you were going to be the death of him.

He bites back the remarks on his tongue. The ‘baby’ that he wants to murmur stuck in his throat. But he can’t help the hand that wonders to the back of your head, gently resting on your hair. There’s a slight push from his palm and your mouth makes a nasty little sound around his dick. He nearly creams down your throat right then, but then you pull away to his dismay, leaving his orgasm sitting heavy in his gut. The cool air hits his dick then, but Namjoon stays rigid because your lips are wet and bruised, covered in his cum, pretty face illuminated by the lights flashing from the screen.

He wants this image burned into his memory. Forever.

“I can’t deep throat you like this,” You whisper. His dick twitches hard at the prospect of being down your throat, mouth pliant for the load he’d give you. “Bathroom?”

“Bathroom.” Namjoon decides immediately, shoving his cock down his pants. You leave the theater in a rush, not missing the suspicious look an elderly couple gives you. But neither of you could bother to care, too overwhelmed with this new found desire for each other.

In the bathroom (the ladies because it’s far cleaner - and practically empty) Namjoon decides his second favourite image ever is you on your knees for him. You look so pretty, mouth open for his cock and your dress sliding down to reveal your cleavage. Every curve of your body is his kryptonite, but your breasts are his greatest weakness. Full and perky, stretch marks running along skin that he aches to put his mouth on. He settles for placing dick in your mouth instead, a groan leaving his chest with your tongue swipes against the head, before you sink down along his length.

It’s easier on your knees, to work Namjoon down your throat, core pulsing with every mumbled curse leaving his lips. He still stretches you mouth wide, and your walls flutter with the thought of Namjoon stretching out your pussy too. The hands around your head pull your back to the present. You glance up to find Namjoon staring down at you with adoration, a light sheen of sweat building along his neck.

“Fuck, baby. You take my dick so well.” You swallow hard around him at that, spurred on by the praise. “Ngh - fuck - that’s it, open your pretty mouth for me.” You do, sinking down another inch and Namjoon shudders when the heat of your mouth encloses around him. You preen, hand coming to clutch at his trembling thighs. “God - shit! I’m gonna cum - oh fuck!” He pants out, pink tongue dragging over his lips. “Want me to cum down your throat, baby?”

You nod as best as you can, licking a fat stripe along his dick that has Namjoon convulsing. thighs tense. His hips stutter forward, mouth parted and sinful gasp leaving his lips as he spills down your throat. You don’t mind his taste and swallow with no complaint. It’s a lot but you push it down anyways, pussy leaking at the thought of his thick load spilling inside your cunt instead.

Namjoon pulls away breathless, dick growing flaccid in the cool air of the bathroom. His eyes are squeezed shut, a shudder slithering down his spine. When he cracks them opinion, his gaze land on your tongue sneaking out to swipe the spurt of cum that’d landed on your lips. His dick throbs back to life when he realises you’ve swallowed.

You don’t expect to pulled up from the floor like that, Namjoon’s harding dick pressed against your stomach as he leans down and slips his tongue into you mouth. He kisses you like you’re the only tether keeping him grounding, mouth working you open with need. He doesn’t hold back on the little nips and bites that you’d grown to love about his kisses. His mouth is soft but direct, like he’s trying to tell you something that he hasn’t figured out the words for yet. It makes you feel like you’re glowing. And Namjoon holds you like you’re the damn Sun. He cradles you gently, hands on your waist as he maps out your mouth, the taste of him on both of your tongues. You decide there and then that he is The One.

“I’m going to marry you,” You say, when you part for air. It’s a slip of the tongue and you’re immediately mortified. It’s far too early to say shit like that. You’d only just sucked his dick for the first time. You expect Namjoon to eye you warily, but he laughs instead, his chuckle vibrating in your chest, pulling you closer. It’s ridiculous because here’s a marriage proposal in the bathroom stall of a cinema. His dick is out and his shorts are on the floor. Ridiculous, yet perfect.

“The sentiment is mutual.” He whispers against your lips.

Your heart explodes with an emotion you're afraid to name just yet. But it’s there, fluttering in your chest with joy.

“You’re saying that because I just sucked your dick,” You retort, cheeks hot with your embarrassment.

Namjoon pecks your nose before pulling away to yank back on his shorts. “Partially true. Want to go back to my place so you can cum on my tongue?”

Your whole body sighs, panties drenched at the prospect of Namjoon taking you apart with that wide tongue of his. “God, yes.”

He grins at that, that bright perfect smile gracing his lips and that fluttering feeling in your heart, turns into a full fledged gust of wind that hits your chest and knocks you breathless.

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dangermousie · 5 years ago

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2019 END OF YEAR KDrama Post

Wow, I haven’t made one in years. This is going to involve only dramas that came out in 2019 because I watched a hell of a lot dramas made prior to that and trying to figure out which ones will give me a headache.

DRAMAS WATCHED (In order of liking from most to least as opposed to pure quality; I am including if I’ve seen at least two eps AND feel it was enough to make up my mind; yes I realize that’s inaccurate, but that’s my list)

Extraordinary You - A philosophy and religion course AND a love story, and perfect at both.

My Country - a brutal, passionate, intense masterpiece of a sageuk. This is how they should be.

Crash Landing On You - the two eps that have aired brought my joy in watching kdramas back to me so vividly. This is everything.

Encounter - the perfect noona romance of the year for me. It seems to have little plot (powerful older woman, idealistic younger man) but the characters made me love them with an unhealthy amount of attachment and the mood is just perfect.

Haechi - smart traditional sageuk with a heart. This one will make you love it but also respect it in the morning :)

Queen: Love and War - Period, romance, mystery, helpless king and feisty heroine. It’s everything I love in one package.

Chocolate - if, like me, you like slow old-school melo with genuine grown-ups, this one is for you. Ha Ji Won and Yoon Kye Sang are both incandescent in this.

One Spring Night - a rare slice of life that worked for me so so much. I rooted for the main OTP like crazy (I did skip all the sister stuff though because boring to me.) It’s just a breath of fresh air.

The Tale of Nokdu - a rare funny youth sageuk that worked for me (except, ironically, for when they tried to be politics-heavy and serious about it.) Wonderful OTP, funny situations and just generally a delight.

Memories of the Alhambra - I can hear people screaming that I put this so high, but this is a faves ranking, not objective one, and I loved the unusual premise (it ultimately fell apart but it tried), and Hyun Bin’s performance was out of this world and the aaaaagnst and I enjoyed waiting for it each week until almost the end. That ending though!!!!!

Psychopath Diary - this is black comedy at its best and hysterical and smart and somehow got me invested in the hapless protagonist.

Hotel del Luna - clever and funny and smart. Hong Sisters largely back to form. I found the sageuk parts more engaging than modern ones, but what else is new.

Search WWW - some parts of it worked for me more than others, but it had solid writing and cool characters and some interesting OTP(s).

Love is Beautiful Life is Wonderful - has the weekend drama slowness but it lovely and fun.

When the Camellia Blooms - it was well made and the OTP was great and the acting top notch, I just don’t tend to go gaga for slice of life dramas, especially ones involving market ladies, much.

Flower Crew Joseon Marriage Agency - competently done, pretty period piece about nothing. It was enjoyable and forgettable at once.

Catch the Ghost - I put it as high as I did because the OTP really did have lovely chemistry but the story was a complete mess, the police work made no sense and the heroine’s character was like nails on a chalkboard for me.

Joseon Survival - I got about four episodes in and liked it a lot but then Kang Ji Hwan turned out to be a convicted rapist, they replaced the lead and I didn’t go back. I kind of want to because I liked what I saw and I am madly curious as to whether they changed the main character or just said he had a different face now, no explanation.

The Last Empress - pure inconsistent trash but so entertaining!

Vagabond - I made it eight episodes in before I realized that I would have as much fun staring at traffic. It’s a competently done actioner but without more, actioners never work for me, so this was a viewer/drama mismatch.

Arthdal Chronicles - incoherent, visually odd and boring, this is arguably the worst drama this year but I am giving it higher place because the cast really tries (even if it tends to fail because it has nothing to work with) and because it attempted something different even if it failed spectacularly. SO BAD.

Melting Me Softly - yes, my brain was fully melted by this soulless, charmless waste of Ji Chang Wook and my limited free time.

VIP - Any drama that makes the main mystery and thrust of the story who the husband cheated on his wife with is BORING. Seriously, this is not exactly Hercule Poirot. They wasted their cast - I have NO idea why Lee Sang Yoon agreed to be in this as a one note character and Jang Nara is playing a second scorned wife in a row but without even the entertainment value of her previous outing.

Abyss - aptly named. The best thing I can say about it is it didn’t offend me but oh boy was it dull.

Absolute Boyfriend - I loved the manga but it’s time to accept this can never be adapted well. They wasted the cast and that ending was just an insult on top of a trash heap.

The Lies Within - you cast that cast and deliberately have no romance. You are dead to me.

Woman of 9.9 Billion - competently made, but it’s everything I dislike - dour unpleasant bored people behaving as if they are in a particularly dreary art-house French movie but without any nuance or interest the latter came provide.

Love with Flaws - shrill, dumb, neither acted nor written by anyone trying at all.

Rookie Historian Goo Hae Ryung - objectively, it’s not the worst drama on the list, but it’s everything I hate in one package - willfully ahistorical but not cleverly so, male lead incapable of acting, the characters so one-dimensional they disappear, this purports to be a period drama but about as period as a space ship. God, I loathed this.

FAVORITE DRAMA

Extraordinary You - smart (so mind-bendingly smart) and moving and totally unpredictable and with so many things to say about free will and religion and self and nature of memory and narrative, this had an insane impossible premise and yet somehow managed to do it full justice and stick the landing.

WORST DRAMA

People with Flaws - this is different from least favorite because even if I loathed e.g., Rookie Historian or Woman of 9.9 Billion, I recognized some positive features; it’s just certain things really rubbed me the wrong way due to personal preferences. But this shrill hot mess of a drama is really everything that’s wrong with dramaworld.

FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER

Prince Yeoning, Haechi - fiercely smart, strong, tormented by the duality of his birth (royal father, servant mother) but not letting this distract him from his purpose, loyal to the bone, and with integrity nothing can shake but where you can feel that it’s not easy and that it costs him.

FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER

Eun Dan Oh, Extraordinary You - a go-getter who remakes the world (literally); smart, cheerful, strong, beautifully human. She feels so real and yet is larger than anything around her.

NEEDS TO BE MURDERED

Yi Seung Gye, My Country - a sociopath destroying lives in his quest for power and control, even the destruction of his own family barely gives him anything but momentary pause. He is the reason for the tragedy of MC.

FAVORITE SHIP

Eun Dan Oh x Haru, Extraordinary You - their love is literally universe and god-defying. They have loved each other as different people in three separate worlds (and counting), and have defied loss of memory and even loss of self as well as death, the end of worlds, and their god and the narrative and literally anything and everything, to be together.

Runner Up: Soo Hyun x Jin Hyuk, Encounter: tender and decent and his bringing her back to vivid life and the way they love and support and compliment each other.

Probably gonna be on list if doesn’t go haywire: Crash Landing on You: she is a SK heiress, he’s a NK officer, they have mad chemistry and so much potential.

NOTP:

Tae Mi x Morgan, Search WWW - love the actors, love the chemistry, love the characters in terms of the way they are written, but they are absolutely wrong for each other and there is no future of any sort but misery ahead. None of their issues are resolved but are swept under the rug. It’s a cautionary tale, not a romance. I did a long rant before so not repeating.

BEST SECONDARY OTP

Scarlett x Ji Hwan, Search WWW - they stole the shippiness in the drama for me. Cooky and adorable and noona romance done right.

FAVORITE SCENE

Haru’s final disappearance, Extraordinary You - the lights start to go out, the world literally dissolving, Eun Oh and Haru clinging to each other, with his telling her she was his beginning and the end. His name, the one she gave him, is the last thing he hears. In a drama full of amazing scenes the very gist of which was defying the very creator and universe and meaning of existence, this was the one that stayed with me the most.

BIGGEST CRUSH

Seo Hwi, My Country - I have a thing for deeply honorable, deeply tortured period badasses with long hair and a death wish (see Choi Young in Faith etc.)

BEST SCENE STEALER CHARACTER

Yi Bang Won, My Country - he started out as an antihero and ended up as arguably a tragic villain (or maybe still an anti-hero) but oh boy, was he magnetic and fascinating and sucking out all the oxygen whenever he was in the scene.

NEEDS A SEQUEL

Memories of the Alhambra - WTF ending was that?! All that misery and no real resolution?! Dammit!

TROPE THAT NEEDS TO DIE

Youth Sageuk - I hate most of them! They are anachronistic and dumb and honestly, what is the point of having fully modern people in period clothes? Just make a modern show and call it a day.

BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT

Melting Me Softly - Ji Chang Wook’s first project back from the military was an unfunny, unmoving, pointless mess with not an ounce of genuine enjoyment despite the excellent pedigree of everyone involved in front and behind the camera.

Arthdal Chronicles - the makers made excellent Queen Seon Duk, Tree with Deep Roots and Six Flying Dragons. The cast was uniformly A grade. The result was an open-ended, boring, incoherent mess that looks like a bad sort of a drug trip and made about as much sense.

BIGGEST GOOD SURPRISE

Extraordinary You - I had zero interest in yet another high school drama with no actors I recognized. By the end, EY was an emotional brainy twister of a marvel that became my favorite drama of all time. I’ve been watching dramas for over 13 years so that’s saying something.

2019 DRAMAS I HAVEN’T SEEN THAT I MOST WANT TO WATCH

The Crowned Clown - I love sageuks and cast and it looks so smart and emotional

Angel’s Last Mission: Love - my next contemporary - I watched a little and loved what I saw

Fates and Furies - I saw a few eps and classic melo is so up my alley.

Clean with a Passion for Now - I like the cast and it’s a year of falling for hot weird bosses apparently.

Graceful Family - I love makjang and Im Soo Jung.

The Secret Life of My Secretary - downmarket Beauty Inside and I loved BI.

Love Affairs in the Afternoon - artsy adultery FTW

Item - I don’t like crime stuff but I am here for Joo Ji Hoon.

My Strange Hero - seems a little cooky but I am fond of Yoo Seung Ho.

MOST ANTICIPATED IN 2020

King: the Eternal Monarch - Lee Min Ho and Woo Do Hwan and parallel worlds and written by Kim Eun Suk. Yes Please.

I should probably make one for cdramas too though that one would be rather shorter.

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beatles-slash-fiction · 4 years ago

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OT5 Part 5...

*****

The next day the boys have the day off.

Brian still has insurance woes to deal with as well as a mountain of paperwork. He’s got schedules and press conferences to finalise, as well as contracts to re-read which contain so much legal jargon they make his head hurt.

So Brian stays at the hotel while the boys go out to explore the city, slowly working his way through his tasks for the day.

It’s mind-numbingly boring, and Brian’s thoughts keep drifting to his boys.

His beautiful boys, who will have to drag themselves to his room once again tonight for another attempt at the task he’s set them.

He wonders if he’s being too harsh. Simultaneous orgasms are hard enough to achieve for two people, let alone four. And the boys are really trying.

But there are lessons for them to learn, and they’re so close now. Brian knows they can do this. And he knows it will bring them closer together.

A day spent locked up in a hotel room alone means that Brian is very much looking forward to dinner with the boys, and by the time he’s packing away his papers he feels as though he could skip down to the hotel restaurant downstairs.

The boys are already waiting for him at the table when he arrives, and Brian can already feel the stress of the day melting away as he takes a seat.

“How was your day?” Paul asks with a smile.

“Dull,” Brian chuckles, immediately lighting a cigarette. “But it’s got a little better now that I can see your lovely faces. Tell me about your day.”

Ringo excitedly recounts the sights the four of them visited today, as well as a story about John stepping in an ankle-deep puddle outside the train station.

Brian is content to just listen to them tell him about their adventures of the day while they eat, but he can’t help but notice that George is being rather quiet. The youngest lad is always quieter than the others, but he seems a bit...off tonight.

He doesn’t even finish his dinner, which is very unlike George.

“He was sick this morning,” John says to Brian quietly when they’re strolling back up to their rooms.

Brian feels his stomach drop, and the panic must show on his face because John chuckles.

“Don’t worry, Eppy. That’s what I thought at first too. But we’re all careful and we got a test for him to take earlier. It’s not that.”

Brian lets out a sigh of relief. That’s one scenario he can’t deal with right now.

“I think he’s nervous,” John says with a shrug. “About tonight.”

Brian can’t help but worry now. He’s seen how much George has struggled with this task over the last few nights, and he wonders if maybe he’s pushed the boy to breaking point. Destroyed his confidence and self-esteem.

Brian would never forgive himself.

“I’ve been thinking, lads,” Brian says as they pause outside the door to his room. “Why don’t we have a night off from the punishment tonight? Three nights in a row is quite tiring.”

The boys look a little surprised, but all happily agree to a night off.

“You’ll be back here tomorrow though,” Brian says firmly. “I meant it when I said you’ll do this until you get it right. And I want you all to go straight to bed now. To sleep. No messing around.”

“Yes, Eppy,” the boys chorus before heading towards their rooms in a fit of giggles.

Brian gently grabs George by his wrist before he can disappear. “It’s our night together tonight. Did you still want to sleep with me? John says you’ve been a bit poorly, so it’s not a problem if you’d rather just go back to your room and have a cuddle with one of the other lads.”

George gives a tired smile. “No, I’ll sleep with you. I’d like to. Let me grab my stuff.”

Brian watches the younger man disappear, loosening his tie and wondering if he’s fucked things up permanently.

*****

George turns up already dressed in his pyjamas, and toes off the fluffy hotel slippers before heading straight for the bed.

“Teeth?” Brian asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Already brushed,” George yawns, settling under the covers.

Brian settles down next to him, trying not to think about how young George looks right now. Sometimes Brian forgets that George is only twenty-two.

“Did you have a nice day today?” Brian asks, stroking George’s hair.

“Mm. It was funny listening to John complain about having wet shoes all day.”

They both share a quiet chuckle. George nudges their feet together beneath the covers.

“How are you feeling?” Brian slips his fingers beneath George’s top to stroke his stomach. “Do you still have trouble with your tummy?”

“Nah, I’m feeling a lot better now. Thanks.” George meets Brian’s eyes. “The lads thought I might be-“

“Yes.” Brian laughs nervously. “So did I. But John told me you confirmed otherwise.” His voice turns more serious. “You know I’d take care of you though, if you were? I’d take care of everything.”

George smiles at him shyly, leaning forward for a kiss.

Brian can’t let himself get carried away. This is a job. That’s all. One day his boys won’t need him anymore. He can’t fool himself into thinking this could ever be anything more. He can’t let himself think about that.

George swallows, shifting closer to Brian to rest his head on the older man’s chest. “I don’t think we should do the task anymore. It’s not fair on the others.”

Brian doesn’t say anything. He can feel George’s heart pounding, and he knows how nervous the younger man must be to bring this up.

“I’m not trying to get out of my punishment,” George adds quickly. “I promise, Brian. I’m really not. I know we misbehaved the other day and we let you down. But I can’t do this task. The others have all done really well, and I’m dragging them down. So maybe you could just punish me separately on my own. Let the others off. They’ve basically done what you expect of them so they shouldn’t have to keep at it.”

Brian chuckles, stroking George’s cheek. “Actually, they haven’t done what I expect of them. Why on earth do you think you’re the one dragging the group down?”

George blinks, confused. “Because I can’t come when I’m supposed to.”

“And that’s your fault, is it?”

George still looks utterly confused.

“This is a group task, George. The others should be helping you to achieve orgasm when you need to. They should be paying attention to your needs.”

George bites his lip, as if he’s never considered this.

Brian has seen it hundreds of times in the studio and on stage. The boys still seem to see George as the baby of the group, the junior. Someone to be directed rather than listened to. It doesn’t exactly surprise him that that’s translated into this task.

“You’ll have to tell them what your needs are though,” Brian adds. “They’re not mind-readers. So tell me. What do you need from them to help you all achieve this task?”

And because Brian is in a particularly sentimental mood, he presses a kiss to George’s bare throat.

“I need them to stop bossing me around,” George sighs. “It doesn’t help when they’re putting pressure on me.”

“Good,” Brian encourages. “And is there anything they could do to help you?”

George immediately turns red. “Well...um. I always like it when they say nice stuff to me, y’know? Like when they give me compliments. And call me nice names.”

“Ah,” Brian says knowingly. “Lovely. Well why don’t you tell them that? And maybe your next attempt at this task won’t feel like a punishment.”

That shy smile returns, showing off George’s little vampire teeth.

“Get some rest, lovely lad.” Brian kisses George gently. “You’re gonna be my very good boy tomorrow night and give this another go, aren’t you?”

George nods, eyes shining. “Yes. I’m gonna try. Love you, Brian.”

Brian closes his eyes, his heart bubbling. He can’t let his feelings get in the way of his job. He can’t allow that to happen.

“I love you too, my darling.”

TO BE CONTINUED

#Beatles OT5

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volleyball-dontknowher · 5 years ago

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Deal? Deal. Kageyama x reader

Summary: You get asked to play a game with Karasuno and Kageyama helps you through it

Warnings: None

Fluffy

2.2k words

You didn’t know much about volleyball before dating Kageyama, but that quickly changed. You would come and hang around for the last few minutes of his practice so you could walk home with him everyday. As you watched you picked up a lot about how the game worked, three hits per side, the side who scores the point gets to serve, hitting the ball after it crosses the net is called a receive, the second hit is usually slower so the third hit can be fast. You knew the basics, like teaching elementary school students a sport type basics. You still cheered really loud for the team when you would watch them play and slowly you started to understand it more and more. You would listen to Kags talk to you for hours about how he needed to improve his sets and how he is going to change it up when he throws to Asahi versus Hinata.

You became passionate about it because your goofy boyfriend was. He loved that you cared enough to learn and talk about volleyball with him. Every time you would compliment him about how good he becomes he is a blushing mess. He doesn’t handle compliments well but you can’t help but tell him how much you’ve watched him improve and how cute he is when he furrows his eyebrows when he focuses on the game. It was the little things like that that made you fall for Kageyama in the first place. You had been steadily learning about volleyball with Kags for about six months now and it was going great. You sometimes would help him practice by throwing the ball for him a few times but he never took this for granted and always thanked you over and over after.

He came up to you today with a mischievous look in his eyes, looking around you saw that HInata and Tanaka were peeking out from behind the building and you could only wonder where this conversation was about to go.

‘Hey Tobio, what’s up?” You used his first name because you know that it makes him flustered but also helps ease his nerves when it comes to stressful situations and boy did Kags look tense.

“Well, you see um,” he starts but cannot make himself keep your gaze, “well there’s sort of a, I don’t know, a um-” “What is it? I promise you can tell me.” “There’s a local volleyball game at the end of this week and it’s for charity and we just found out about it and we all want to play in it but it’s coed so we’d need a girl to play with us and the girl’s team has already entered with a couple of the girl’s brothers and Kiyoko and Yachi said no and I know you’ve been learning about volleyball and so they wanted me to ask you if you would play with us, I know it’s last minute so that’s a lot of pressure. If not that's okay because Daichi said that his girlfriend may join us but they all wanted me to ask you too so that you weren’t the only girl playing with us and because they all think that you are very fun. You don’t have to but if you want to you can be taught by me and I guess you could practice with any of them but I would really appreciate it if you chose to practice with me. I mean it’s just a suggestion I don’t know, what do you think?”

“Kags, babes, I’ll play with you,” you give him a reassuring smile and his heart melts, “and I would like you to be the one to help me learn.”

Kageyama malfunctions, he doesn't know what to say or do. His girlfriend, like his living breathing girlfriend just said that she would play volleyball with him.He gives you a giant smile before walking you home. The entire walk home he is talking about his plans to help you learn what you are doing.

He also tells you about how he, “wants you to be a spiker so that I can always send the ball to you and then we can score points together.”. It was really sweet seeing him get this excited over the charity game.

It was summer break and Kageyama came over to your house with his volleyball and started to teach you the basics. He was unimaginably patient with you when you had missed the same receive four times in a row, accidentally hit yourself in the head and then accidentally hit him in the head. This wasn’t something you were just good at and getting to help you get better was all that Kageyama wanted. He knew that if you were going to play with the other Karasuno boys that you should practice with them eventually, but he secretly wants to spend the time with you alone and doesn’t want to share you with the other boys. He also wants to teach you enough that when you show up you impress them with how good you are, and then you can tell them it’s all because of him and his hard work. (A boy can dream right)

The two of you practiced for over an hour in your backyard before going inside. Kaeyama was really happy with what you’d learned, he taught you a basic serve, how to receive and what it means to spike a ball. After you hit him in the head the second time he slowed down his pace and decided to take things slower and that’s when you started doing really well. He ended up coming to your house everyday for the rest of the week and practicing with you, you got better at a lot of things but you were still not very good. He kept working with you and building your confidence so that you could join him and the rest of the team in the gym that Saturday.

It was finally Saturday and you were beyond nervous to actually play with the boys. You had learned volleyball in about fifteen hours in your backyard with Kageyama and no matter how many times he told you that you knew enough to be successful and that you were going to be fine you couldn’t seem to believe him. You had never played with a real net before and here you were with one of the best teams in Japan playing. You felt so out of place but you were at least relieved that this wasn’t a real practice, it was just a practice match so they could get used to playing with you and Daihci’s girlfriend.

When you walked into the gym you were so nervous, there were balls flying everywhere at speeds you couldn’t even comprehend and you didn’t know how you were supposed to be on the court with them, let alone play. The moment they saw you the balls stopped and Noya, Tanaka, and HInata all ran over to you to introduce themselves. “Wow Kageyama, she’s so pretty, how did you get a girl like her, you’re so dumb,” Hinata asks.

Kageyama is blushing really hard and looks away from you, “Leave her alone you guys,” is all he can manage to say, and lucky for you two you were saved by Daichi walking in and introducing his girlfriend. It was amazing timing and saved you from having to deal with anyone for another few minutes. You go set your stuff down and go to stretch with Kageyama. It was nice getting to talk with all of the boys that Kageyama spends a lot of time with.

“Hi, Y/N nice to meet you,” you turn and see a beautiful girl smiling at you, you must be Daichi’s girlfriend, “I’m Sam, are you as nervous for this as I am?” She smiles at you and you feel automatically relieved. You thought that she was going to somehow be as good as Daichi, she wasn’t. She was having the same struggles as you. The two of you had a great conversation until you had to start practicing with them. You and Sam stuck together and you actually had a good time playing with her. The other boys were fun to play with too but they were just so much better than you that it was intimidating.

You missed several balls but the ones you did hit gave you a little bit of a rush and seeing the other’s cheer for you was amazing. You now got a little glimpse of why Kageyama loves it so much. You got lots of pointers and were now feeling ready for the big game tomorrow. The following morning Kageyama showed up bright and early at your door with two little milk drinks and some fruit for you to eat on your way to the school. When you got to the school you were greeted by all of the boys and the two managers.

“Oh, hey Y/N this is for you,” you turn to see Kiyoko smiling at you with a jersey in her hand, “this is from a couple years ago, I found them in the storage room and thought that you would like one, it looks about your size.” The boys are all cooing at Kiyoko as she hands you and Sam a jersey, you have an idea that these weren’t the only jerseys she could find because somehow she found you a #9 jersey and Sam a #1 jersey. The boys were hollering and yelling about how you were now both part of the team and how cute you both were going to look. You had no idea how she just found you a #9 jersey but it was amazing, you were more than excited to play and also match your boyfriend. (You were also thrilled that you now had a Karasuno jersey with his number on it so you could wear it to support him at games)

Once you got changed you guys were on your way to the game. As you were walking you noticed that Kageyama hadn’t said anything to you, so you went over to him and nudge his side.

“Oops, didn’t see you there cutie,” you look up and see the problem, he’s blushing at you, bright red. You don’t need him to say anything, the little smile he gave you is enough. You know he thinks that you’re super pretty and is definitely flustered seeing you in his number. You continue to walk right up next to him and continue talking with Yamaguchi.

You got to the game and Kageyama was a starter, you were cheering for him as loud as you could from the sideline, that was until you were pat on the back by Suga, “Hey Y/N go replace Hinata.”

“What?”

He didn’t answer you, instead he smiled and pushed your back. You were mortified, it was all going well until you started playing. You gave up three points in a row for the boys, it was not going well but that didn’t stop them all from cheering for you. The other team called a timeout and you ran back to your side of the court, you wanted them to replace you so bad. They didn’t. Instead Daichi and Asahi gave you some tips and Tanaka and Noya patted you on the back and told you that you were going to do awesome. Break was over and right before you got back on the court you were pat on the back by the only Kageyama. He looked down at you and gave you one of his little smiles, “We got this, trust me.”

Good thing that you trusted him, the very next play Kags hit it directly to you and you were able to hit it over the net and score. The entire stadium went crazy watching it and you almost died when Kags got super excited and pulled you into a hug. You had another couple of amazing hits before you and Kags were taken out for Suga and Sam. You and Kageyama sat on the bench and cheered everyone on. Your team won the first round easily and it was now time for the second round. It was amazing getting to see the action up close. It was nearing the end of the second set and karasuno had a big lead in this set. You, Kags and Sam were all put in the game with Daichi, Asahi, and Tsukki. You ended up receiving two balls and got to spike one. You had a great time playing with them and you were so sad when it was all over, your team was voted fan favorite and you were beaming with pride when a couple of middle school boys came up and decided to come up to Kageyama after the game and ask him how he did it. He was stuttering and had no idea what to say because he’d never been the person that people looked up to. He was secretly so proud of himself and you were so happy for him. Lucky for him Hinata stepped in and explained how Kageyama did it with a lot of whooshes and whaps. Once the middle schoolers had left, Kags grabbed your hand and led you around the corner of the stadium. Without warning he pulls you into a kiss, one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek. You kiss him back before pulling away, “What’s all of this about?”

He’s kissing your neck and between kisses he tells you “you did so good. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Tobio, you did amazing out there,” you gave him another quick kiss before starting to head back to the team.

“Y-you should wear that jersey more often, I like it on you.” “Only if you practice with me more often, I like it.” “Deal.” “Deal.”

Bonus:

Yamaguchi took the most adorable picture of you and Kageyama smiling together in your matching jerseys and it is now one of his most prized possessions because you were so cute and seeing you match him was adorable. You also posted it on insta with a cute caption and he almost had a heart attack his heart was so happy

#karasuno #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu Karasuno #haikyuu kageyama #kageyama tobio #tobio kageyama #kageyama imagine #kageyama headcanons #kageyama #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #tobio kageyama x reader #kageyama fluff #writing #Kageyama has a heart

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lady-divine-writes · 4 years ago

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Kurtbastian one-shot - “Join Me for Dinner” (Rated M)

Sebastian Smythe, now a famous French chef, sets his sights on wooing Kurt. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Sebastian hopes that’s right ... and he has the perfect meal in mind.

(I actually wrote this a while ago. Had an urge to reblog it, and couldn’t find it for the life of me. So here it is :) Warning for mention of cannibalism. Just gonna put that out there. )

Read on AO3.

Kurt watches Sebastian light the candles on the table and smiles, waiting for his host to sit before digging in to the mouthwatering meal spread out before him.

“You know,” Kurt says, fiddling with the edge of the scalloped tablecloth, “I’m glad you wore me down. These past two weeks have been amazing.”

Sebastian smirks, flicking the lid to the silver Zippo in his hand shut and shoving the lighter into his pocket.

“I’m just glad that after all this time you were finally willing to give me a chance.” Sebastian takes his seat across from Kurt and meets his gaze through the row of lined white tapers.

“I’m never going to believe for a second that you spent all that time at Dalton flirting with Blaine just to get my attention,” Kurt teases, his eyes darting down momentarily to the sumptuous dish of food waiting for him to take the first bite.

“I was, whether you believe it or not,” Sebastian admits with a shrug, pulling up his napkin and motioning for Kurt to do the same.

“Well, you’re full of surprises,” Kurt comments, rolling out his silverware and licking his lips, unaware of how carefully Sebastian watches him. “I would have never pictured you becoming a French chef.”

Sebastian grabs the bottle of wine from the center of the table and opens it, standing again to present it to Kurt.

“A Rare Red Four Grape Blend for your approval, monsieur,” he says as he pours Kurt a generous glass.

“Why, thank you, monsieur,” Kurt answers back, lifting the full glass in a toast. “Votre santé.”

“Votre santé,” Sebastian returns, raising his own glass in a toast. Kurt sticks his nose in the glass and sniffs, letting the aromas of chocolate and black fruit fill his senses before taking a sip, letting the alcohol slowly fill his mouth, wash over his tongue, and tingle down his throat.

“That’s smooth,” Kurt says with a sigh. “Sweet, but peppery.”

“You have an amazing palate.” Sebastian sits back in his seat, his eyes glued to Kurt’s mouth as he takes another sip. “You should come with me to California. If you’re a good boy, maybe we can visit the Scotto Cellar where this hails from.”

Kurt blushes, biting his lip as he looks back down at his plate.

“You know, Culinary Trends magazine calls you the ‘Prince of Presentation’,” Kurt says, swiftly changing the subject, “and they’re not wrong. This looks absolutely gorgeous. How am I going to eat it? I mean, how did you even come up with this design? It’s exquisite.”

Kurt can’t keep his eyes off the symmetrically sliced meat, perfectly blackened and drizzled with a thick, savory smelling brown sauce. It’s a relatively simple meal, but it’s the intricate details that put the overall appeal over the top.

“Well, the pearls around the edge are completely edible,” Sebastian points out with the tip of his steak knife, “and I chose them because they remind me of your beautiful, smooth, flawless skin.”

Sebastian lifts one onto the edge of his knife and offers it to Kurt. Kurt blinks down at it and swallows hard. His eyes dart back up to meet Sebastian’s dark, hooded gaze, and Sebastian can see a flicker of fear.

“Go ahead,” Sebastian purrs. “Trust me. Walk on the wild side.”

Kurt smiles, a grin that twists from scared to sultry with just a blink, and Kurt slips the knife between his teeth, letting the pearl drop off the sharp tip into his mouth. Sebastian moans when Kurt bites into it with a loud crunch, watching Kurt’s mouth move as he devours it greedily.

“Excellent,” Sebastian whispers. “Now, the silver beads are also edible, and they remind me of your stunning eyes.” Sebastian collects a silver bead onto his knife the same way, and this time Kurt sucks it off without a second thought, time closing his lips gently around it, the color of Sebastian’s eyes deepening immediately as he watches.

“And the orchids…” Sebastian reaches across the table and plucks one of the vibrant white and purple flowers off the meat, whispering in a voice that is dangerous and rough, full of restrained lust, “represent the parts of you…the soft, intimate parts of you that I am dying to taste…”

He leans across the table and drags the petals of the flower across Kurt’s lips, and this time Kurt moans, letting his eyelids flutter shut and chasing the flower with a sweep of his tongue. Sebastian grins wickedly when he sees Kurt shift in his seat, crossing his legs beneath the table.

“S-so…this whole meal…is about me?” Kurt stutters, opening his eyes again to find Sebastian still staring at him with that same hungry, unabashed stare.

“You and only you,” Sebastian says, gesturing to the plate with a flourish of his hand. “The cut of meat, the sauce, the decor…it’s all about you. No one…and I mean no one else will ever eat this meal.”

Kurt would have laughed if not for the sinister look in Sebastian’s eyes that told Kurt every word he spoke was the truth.

“Please,” Sebastian pleads, “take a bite. Let me watch you enjoy.”

Kurt lifts his knife and fork in almost trembling hands as he cuts through the meat. It’s tender, pulling apart, melting like butter beneath the metal of his knife. He skewers the small portion and runs it through the sauce once, taking his time, drawing out the seduction, all too aware of Sebastian’s eyes on him, his hands gripping onto the edge of the table as he waits, watching Kurt lift the fork to his lips to take the first bite.

The meat slips between his lips, onto his tongue. The combination of sweet and savory tingle his taste buds, and Kurt whimpers.

Sebastian watches Kurt chew; watches how the beautiful, long column of his throat works as he swallows; how Kurt’s eyes darken with the effects of the Burgundy in the sauce.

“Oh, Sebastian,” Kurt sighs, breathless, “that’s…that’s like a kiss…or…it’s just…”

“Excellent,” Sebastian whispers again, lifting his knife and fork to take his own bite.

***

“Thank you, Sebastian,” Kurt says, breathless after the amazing meal. “That was incredible.”

“I’m glad you appreciate my creations so much.” Sebastian takes Kurt’s hand and walks him to the door. “It’s nice to have someone to cook for.”

“You cook for thousands of people,” Kurt says with a laugh.

“True,” Sebastian agrees, “but I only create for you.”

Sebastian take Kurt’s hand in his, lifting it to his mouth, and presses his lips to the soft skin. Kurt’s eyelids narrow, his cheeks pinking furiously. He wants so much more than Sebastian’s lips brushing against just the back of his hand. Sebastian straightens, and Kurt surprises him, stepping forward and kissing him, capturing his lips gently, sliding their mouths together. Sebastian wraps his arms around him, holding him close, breathing him in and slipping his tongue into his mouth, taking a lazy moment to taste him.

“You know,” Kurt says, talking quietly against Sebastian’s mouth, “I would love to join you in California…if the offer stands.”

Sebastian smiles so Kurt can feel it against his skin.

“You know it does,” he says, kissing Kurt again, kissing him more, talking between presses of his lips and searching sweeps of his tongue. “It will be amazing, I promise. We’ll drink wine, and I’ll cook for you every night.”

“Mmmm, I can’t wait.”

Kurt kisses him again – one last, longing kiss to say good-night on; a kiss to remember him by.

Sebastian hums when Kurt finally finds the strength to pull away and say his last good-bye.

“What is it?” Kurt asks, watching Sebastian lick his lips.

Sebastian leans into Kurt’s ear, nibbling his earlobe gently and sighs, “You taste delicious.”

Kurt bites his lip and backs away, taking one last look at his gorgeous boyfriend, holding his hands as long as he can, fingertips sliding out of reach.

“Good-night,” Kurt says again.

Sebastian watches Kurt get into his Navigator, start his car, and drive away.

The words sink in.

Kurt is going with him to California.

This is it. This will definitely be the trip that seals the deal, and Sebastian can’t wait.

He sees a future for him and Kurt – traveling around the world, visiting exciting locales, sampling wines, making love under the stars.

He wants desperately to make Kurt see it, too.

This trip to the West Coast is the first step, and it needs to be special; needs to be perfect.

Sebastian drops down on his couch and takes out his iPhone, dialing his number one supplier.

“Hey, Sebastian!” Chandler’s voice sings over the line, the name sounding long winded and whiny in Chandler’s nasally voice, ending with an unnecessary pop on the final ‘n’. “How was dinner with your man?”

Sebastian relishes the sting of jealousy in Chandler’s voice. So many times Chandler thought that Sebastian would fall in love with him, but he was just a stepping stone in helping him get Kurt.

“Our little friend Azimio turned out a lot better than I had hoped,” Sebastian says.

“Thank God!” Chandler groans dramatically. “I was afraid he was going to turn out a little tough.”

“Nope, not at all. Not after I cooked his ass for twelve fucking hours. And Chandler…the wine…” Sebastian shakes his head and chuckles. “How in the hell did you manage to find the perfect vintage to compliment ‘aging athlete’?”

Chandler makes a high-pitched whining sound and Sebastian knows the compliments are working.

“It’s just a talent, I guess.”

“Well, it’s a good one,” Sebastian says condescendingly.

“An indispensable one, I hope,” Chandler hedges, his voice suddenly meek and small. Sebastian rolls his eyes, knowing what Chandler’s hinting at.

“I’d never eat you, Chandler,” Sebastian says with a note of exasperation. “I need you too much. Besides, there’s nothing on that ass of yours to eat anyway.”

Chandler chuckles in a way that disgusts even Sebastian.

“Are you ever going to tell him?” Chandler asks.

“Nope,” Sebastian says quickly. “And neither will you, or bony ass or no you’ll end up a fucking side dish. Do you understand?”

“Of course, Sebastian,” Chandler sputters nervously. “Don’t be silly. I was just curious.”

“Good.” Sebastian hovers close to the phone as if Chandler is actually there to witness the gravity of Sebastian’s revelation on his face. “Okay, now I want you to listen carefully, Chandler, because this is important. I have an extra special trip coming up. I’m taking Kurt to California with me.”

“Ooo la la!” Chandler chirps.

“Ooo la la, indeed,” Sebastian says. “So, I need bigger this time.”

“Bigger?” Chandler asks, sounding thoroughly perplexed. “You’ve already served him Dave and Azimio. They were, like, the biggest bullies at McKinley. Who else are you going to find bigger than those two? Especially out in California?”

“Think about it, Chandler.” Sebastian stands from the couch and paces anxiously. “I need to make a statement without saying a word…I need you to get me…Blaine Anderson.”

#kurtbastian #sebkurt #sekurt #kurt hummel #sebastian smythe

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eviesmyspiritanimal · 5 years ago

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Evermore

Summary: Ben and Mal finally get married. Bal, Core Four feels, Jaudrey, Huma, Jarlos, and Mal and Hades father-daughter feels.

“M, you look positively stunning,” Evie complimented for what seemed like the millionth time as they stood and got ready, Evie doing a few very last minute touches on the enormously huge dress that Mal was currently wearing.

It was finally the day. Mal was going to get married to Ben, and what seemed like half the kingdom was there. The Hooks, the Charmings, the de Vils, the Faciliers, the Tremaines, the Dwarves, and tons more families of infamous villains and famous heroes were there, assembled in what they each respectively considered proper wedding attire. Which essentially meant that all of the Auradon people were dressed in pastels and all of the Isle people were dressed in the finest, most well-oiled leathers.

Nevertheless, it was perfect in the best way that they all could manage considering Ben and Mal’s very different backgrounds.

They had arranged everyone perfectly. Mal had selected her bridesmaids to be Audrey, Uma, and Jane with Evie as her maid of honor and wedding planner. Ben had chosen his groomsmen to be Gil, Harry, and Carlos with Jay as his best man.

Ultimately, they had surrounded themselves with the most important people in their lives.

“Thank you, Evie,” Mal expressed, and noted that Evie just kept fussing over the dress and examining it closely. Mal pursed her lips and eyed Evie lovingly. She wasted no time in reaching down and grabbing Evie’s hands that were currently picking at a bit of tulle on Mal’s dress.

Evie stopped to look at the faerie and Mal noticed that she was once again nearly in tears. Mal smiled softly at her sister and her best friend in the entire world as she squeezed Evie’s hands.

Evie had been crying off and on throughout the entire morning, and while Mal found it very sweet and endearing that it meant so much to Evie, she really wished that the girl would stop. It was starting to make Mal want to cry as well.

“Are you okay?” Mal asked, and Evie just grinned, sniffling a bit as a tear managed to escape her.

“Yes, yes, I’m okay. I’m fine,” Evie assured her.

“E, I kind of think that you’re more worried about this than I am,” Mal acknowledged, and Evie just chuckled in response to the girl.

“No, no, you should be the one that’s worried. Well, maybe not worried, I want you to be calm. But regardless, you’re about to walk down the aisle in,” Evie glanced at the clock on the wall. Her eyes widened before she turned back to look at the faerie.

“Oh, my gosh! In five minutes!” Evie yelped, surging to look at Mal’s dress as she examined it madly.

“Evie, hey, calm down,” Mal spoke, grabbing her best friend’s shoulders, and Evie froze as she eyed Mal carefully. She smiled slightly, and Mal grinned a bit in response.

“Deep breath,” Mal spoke, and Evie nodded, sighing, before she took Mal’s face in her hands.

“Are you nervous, M?”

“Yes. Very terrified, but not quite as emotional about it as you,” Mal teased, allowing a nervous giggle to escape her. Evie just tilted her head slightly before stroking Mal’s cheeks with her thumbs.

“There is nothing to be terrified of, angel. Nothing will be different after this between you and Ben besides the fact that you’ll be living together. This is just an official thing. You have to get through official things just so things can get back to normal,” Evie spoke, and Mal nodded slowly, taking in Evie’s words with a slight nod.

“Okay. You’re right.”

“Of course, I always am,” Evie joked, winking at Mal, and allowing a small sob to escape her as she laughed. Mal squeezed Evie’s hands tightly.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Mal called, and a head of blue hair poked in the door. Both of the girls smiled at the sight of Hades, and he stepped in.

“You ready?” Hades questioned, and Mal looked at Evie. Evie, despite her tears, nodded to Mal resolutely. Mal looked back to her father and nodded slightly.

“Okay… I’m not,” Hades quite honestly spoke, before chuckling, and Mal grinned at him.

“You sure you don’t wanna stop everything and wait a few years?” Hades asked, and Mal could tell by the twinkle in his eyes that he didn’t mean it. Mal shook her head.

“No, I’ve already gotten all prepared for it, and honestly, I don’t want to go through another dress prep like this ever again,” Mal admitted, and Hades laughed as the two girls headed over to the door. Hades opened it and let the two out underneath his arm.

They headed out and they stopped nearby the doors. Jay and Audrey were talking, Audrey speaking animatedly about some aspect of the wedding and Jay just seeming content to listen to her talk. Jane and Carlos with Dude in his arms were smiling and yammering quickly. Uma was leaned against a wall with Harry and Gil standing nearby her. Celia and Dizzy were standing there together, hopping about as they strewed a few petals around.

“Don’t throw all of those flowers out, you two,” Evie chastised gently, and her sniffing and warbling voice took away from the majority of the effect of her words. Celia and Dizzy straightened swiftly, looking quite guilty indeed.

At the fact that Evie was actually here instead of with Mal, everyone in the room turned to look at her, the group of them all gazing at her in wonder.

Uma pushed off of the wall and came over to Mal. Mal turned to the girl and smiled softly before reaching out to take her hand.

“You ready to tie yourself down for the rest of your life?” Uma asked jokingly, and Mal just laughed in response. Uma grinned in reply, and Mal nodded slightly.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Mal assured her. Uma nodded resolutely before releasing the girl as the music started to play.

“Okay, you guys, remember, first Dude walking along with the ring-bearer’s cushion followed by Carlos and Jane arm in arm. Every couple is separating to go to each respective side,” Evie instructed swiftly, and Dude headed out bravely followed by the youngest couple in the group.

“Now Audrey and Gil,” Evie instructed, and the two headed out, Audrey trying not to cringe at having to go with Gil of all people.

“Uma and Harry, you two go,” Evie cued, and they headed out, arm in arm. Uma offered Mal one last smile of well wishes before heading down the aisle.

“Now me as maid of honor and Jay as best man. Celia and Dizzy, you two go after us when the music shifts and be the flower girls. Remember rehearsals!” Evie called in a whisper-yell before suddenly getting choked up and starting down the aisle with Jay.

Mal swallowed hard, finding she was left in the room with only her dad, Celia, and Dizzy. Hades offered his hand to her, and Mal gladly took it in her own tightly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just like I told Evie earlier,” Mal assured him, and Hades raised an eyebrow skeptically as he lifted her hand in his.

“Your hand’s sweating,” Hades spoke, and Mal just narrowed her eyes at him, playfully scowling as she shouldered him gently.

“Don’t be nervous. You’re gonna be fine,” Hades whispered softly, and Mal nodded, believing him wholeheartedly.

Before they both knew it, the music changed to that traditional sound, and Celia and Dizzy linked arms, starting through the doorway. Mal held her breath as she got ready to head out with her dad. Once the two younger girls had started out just for a moment, the father-daughter duo headed out with them.

Mal immediately felt her stomach clench hard as all of the people--- the many, many, many people--- stared at her, but she looked at Ben for a moment and it all melted away. He was gaping at her, his mouth hanging open as if he had never seen anything like her ever before. However, this sort of reminded her of all of the other people staring at her, so she looked at her dad. He smiled to her softly and she returned it carefully.

After what felt like an eternity, they reached the altar. Celia and Dizzy had already left to their respective seats, and now all that was left to do was give the bride away.

Hades stopped and reached down, taking Mal’s hand. He held it tightly for a long moment, and Mal was beginning to wonder if he was going to actually release her. She just held his gaze, and he looked at her carefully and for a long time.

“I’ll let you borrow her for the sake of ceremony,” Hades finally spoke, looking to Ben as he hesitantly gave her over to him. Mal just laughed at her dad, and the corners of his lips upturned a bit.

However, behind her back, he made sure he delivered one of his infamous gestures to indicate that he was watching Ben very closely.

He then headed over to the front row on the villain side of the church as he got ready to watch the wedding. He furrowed his brow upon the realization that Maleficent in her lizard form was sitting there inside of a terrarium on a chair nearby. Mal’s eyes were lingering a bit on the lizard a bit, despite the fact that Mal had ordered for her to be brought there.

“Hello, you blue-headed booby,” Maleficent greeted Hades with an evil grin on her small lizard face. Hades just rolled his eyes, sat down, and promptly made the decision to ignore everything she said or did. Maleficent growled under her breath and glared at the god.

Mal shook her head at the two of them before taking the bouquet that was in her hands and turning to Evie. Evie wasted no time in stepping up and taking it from Mal. Mal caught Evie’s hand in her own, and squeezed it affectionately. Evie looked at Mal with that great love that she always so often had in her eyes as Mal let her go gently.

Mal then turned to take both of Ben’s hands and laughed nervously as she noticed that he was still staring at her as if she was some foreign creature.

“Are you okay?” Mal asked, and Ben shook his head, attempting to pull himself from his stupor as he hesitantly reached up and took her face in his hand.

“You… You look like a… a dream,” Ben whispered when he had finally managed to regain control of his agape mouth. Mal couldn’t help but blush, smiling shyly like she was once again that sixteen-year-old that was so bashful at every single compliment that he ever gave her.

“Is this even real?” Ben questioned, and Mal chuckled, shaking her head as she held his hand in her own tightly.

“I certainly hope so. I didn’t have to console Evie for three whole hours while trying to get dressed this morning for nothing, did I?” Mal questioned playfully, and Ben chuckled slightly, still eyeing her with that wide-eyed expression as he took in her stunning appearance.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the joining of our King Benjamin Florian of Auradon and our beloved Lady Mal Bertha in holy matrimony,” Fairy Godmother started.

“King Benjamin of Auradon and Lady Mal Bertha, today you enter as individuals, but you will leave here as husband and wife, blending your lives, expanding your family ties, and embarking upon one of the grandest adventures of human interaction. The story of your life together is still yours to write. All those present have come to witness and celebrate your love and commitment this day - eager to be a part of the story not yet told,” Fairy Godmother spoke.

“If anyone have any objections to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace,” Fairy Godmother spoke aloud. Mal suddenly had a very bad feeling as she furrowed her brow, sensing that something was not right, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

“Okay, then, without further ado,” Fairy Godmother started, and it was then that the disaster occurred.

The terrarium suddenly hit the ground, the top popping off of it as Maleficent jumped out of it.

“She’s loose! Catch her!” someone suddenly cried, pointing at the lizard that had just escaped her tank.

“SWEET FREEDOM!!!” Maleficent screeched, skittering across the floor. Hades’s eyes widened as he gaped at his ex-wife in lizard form running as fast as she could. He stood up quickly, his leathery robes fanning out around him as he looked down at her where she had come up to his chair.

“Wow, you are quite tall from down here. But I suppose I can still bite you!” Maleficent grinned, exhibiting her small, pointy teeth.

He narrowed his eyes, slamming his foot down as she scurried about his legs.

“Whoo! You missed, old man!” she laughed as she dodged his frantic stomping.

“Dad, don’t kill her! That’s my mom!” Mal cried from her position in front of the altar with Ben. Hades aimed another well-timed step in her direction, but stopped in his trying to attack as he looked at his daughter, knowing that he needed to let go of old grudges for the sake of Mal’s big day.

“What? Wasn’t trying to kill her. It was just love taps,” Hades grinned, shrugging nonchalantly. Mal narrowed her eyes at him, and he plopped back down in his chair with a grunt, pursing his lips in his frustration that he couldn’t do what he so wanted with the lizard.

“Ooh, it’s like a rat!” Dude growled before taking off after the lizard, barking and snarling as he pursued her.

“Watch it, you mangy mutt!” Maleficent cried as she hurried as fast as she could to escape.

All of the Auradon people on Ben’s side of the cathedral started screeching and they all pulled up their legs as they realized that she and the chasing dog was coming their way.

“Don’t worry, Mal, I’ll take care of this! They won’t ruin your special day!” Uma called from beside Audrey and Evie, and she took off past the royal couple as she ran after Dude and Maleficent.

“Hook, c’mon!” Uma commanded. Harry straightened from beside Jay and Carlos and CJ as well as Harriet stood up in the midst of the chairs on Mal’s side of the cathedral, all of the Hooks looking at Uma strangely and with uncertainty.

Uma rolled her eyes as she rushed in her heels.

“My Hook!” Uma explained quickly. Harry nodded, swiftly catching up to her. He jogged alongside her for a moment, and she swiftly calculated what was needed to be done.

“Go to the end of it and we’ll corner her,” Uma explained swiftly, struggling with the dress terribly. Harry rushed to the other end of the cathedral.

“Dang it! Did this thing have to be so ridiculously poofy?!” Uma exclaimed before just shaking her head and charging after the lizard swiftly.

“Coming through, Facilier!” Maleficent cackled, rushing toward Celia’s legs. Celia screamed, jumping up on top of her chair and seeming as if she were near having a complete breakdown.

“AAAHHH!!! Don’t let the lizard get me!” Celia cried, and Freddie reached up, trying to make sure her sister didn’t fall off of the chair. Doctor Facilier himself was rather shocked at the entire lizard ordeal, especially when Uma came ploughing through the space where their legs were.

“Oops! Excuse me!” Dude called, and Uma narrowed her eyes trying to catch the dog before she got the lizard.

“Call the dog, de Vil!” Both Diego and Carlos came to attention, and Uma growled underneath her breath.

“Carlos!” Uma clarified, and Carlos called Dude, clapping his hands on his legs as he tried to get his dog’s attention.

“Good grief, I swear all that people did on the Isle was procreate!” Uma complained aloud as she hurried after the lizard. Dude’s ears perked up at the sound of Carlos’s voice, and he went running to the boy, so they fortunately now only had to worry with the lizard.

Uma was hot on the lizard’s tail and Harry was heading up the rows toward Uma as they tried to close in the lizard. They almost had her closed in when the lizard skittered underneath Harriet and CJ’s chairs.

Uma dove down on the floor, going underneath Harriet’s seat. The redhead’s eyes widened as she raised her feet in alarm and slight disdain. At the same time, Harry dove on the other side of the chair. It was then that Harry and Uma crashed their heads against one another.

“OW!”

“Hehe!!! You imbeciles! Pirates always are terribly stupid! All booty and no brain!” Maleficent cackled like a madwoman as she escaped while Uma and Harry were rubbing at their heads. Uma glared at her first mate.

“Ahoy, Cap’n,” Harry greeted sheepishly, and Uma set her jaw in irritation.

“You are going to get it later,” Uma assured him, pointing in a scold, and Harry grinned guiltily as they got out from underneath the chairs and rushed after Maleficent.

This time she had skittered toward the pastel-covered Auradonians, and they were all screeching and panicking as they tried to climb into their seats. Chad in particular was screaming like a little girl.

“Everyone?! Everyone! Don’t be alarmed, calm yourselves!” Fairy Godmother called from her place before the altar. After a moment of this calling to no fruition, the fairy just shrugged before raising her voice.

“DO YOU, KING BENJAMIN FLORIAN OF AURADON, TAKE THIS WOMAN LADY MAL BERTHA TO BE YOUR LAWFULLY WEDDED WIFE FOR BETTER OR WORSE, IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH, RICH OR POOR, AS LONG AS YOU BOTH SHALL LIVE?!!!” Fairy Godmother called out at the top of her lungs, and Ben squeezed Mal’s elbow slightly to get her attention. Mal ripped her gaze from Uma’s wild chase.

“I do!” Ben yelled, trying to be heard over the sound of people’s screams and the entire ruckus.

“WHAT?!” Fairy Godmother asked loudly.

“I do!”

“WHAT?!” Fairy Godmother questioned, and Ben rolled his eyes with a slight laugh as he tried to regain his composure so he could speak again.

“DID HE JUST SAY, ‘I POO?!’” Audrey yelled, furrowing her brow, and Evie shrugged, sniffing hard.

“I DON’T KNOW, BUT THAT’S NOT VERY ROMANTIC!!!” Evie announced.

Uma finally dove, grabbing Maleficent in her hand as tightly as she could, making sure that her fist just barely allowed the lizard’s nose to poke out of her hand.

“Gotcha, you little turd!” Uma grinned, and she raised her fist, showing everyone that she had captured the lizard. Everyone immediately started to quiet down, but just before then, Ben started to yell.

“I DO!!!” Ben screamed, but quickly paled upon the realization that he had just raised his voice when everything was perfectly quiet. He looked at everyone in slight horror and great embarrassment.

“At least he didn’t say, “I poo!’” Evie wailed, breaking everyone’s awkwardly silent moment. Audrey rolled her eyes but patted the girl on the shoulder in an attempt to console her in the midst of her emotions.

Mal placed her hand on Ben’s cheek to distract him from the embarrassment and he swiftly turned his attentions to her and her alone. Mal offered him a reassuring smile, wanting nothing more than to kiss him, but she contained herself, knowing that they had to wait.

Uma headed down the aisle, Harry quickly behind her as she took the lizard and dropped it in the terrarium nearby. Maleficent narrowed her eyes at Uma, but before she could do anything, Hades quickly snatched the terrarium and placed it on his lap so that he could hold it there, assuring nothing would happen to it and that Maleficent wouldn’t escape. He flashed Uma a swift wink, and Uma nodded simply before heading back to the bridesmaids.

As she passed Mal, she patted the shorter girl’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly as she rejoined Evie, Audrey, and Jane. Mal flashed her a grateful smile before straightening and looking to Fairy Godmother.

“Do you, Lady Mal Bertha, take this man King Benjamin Florian to be your lawfully wedded husband for better or worse, in sickness and in health, rich or poor, as long as you both shall live?” Fairy Godmother questioned.

Mal took a deep breath, looking at the boy that she would spend the rest of her life bound by marriage to. They each stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before Mal nodded slightly.

“I do.”

“Very well, then. May I have the rings?” Fairy Godmother questioned, beaming as she looked to Dude and Carlos. Carlos put Dude down on the ground as he strode over to the cushion that had the rings. He brought it over to the couple, and Fairy Godmother reached down to pick them up gingerly.

She then handed them each to the couple.

“This ring is my sacred gift to you. A symbol of my love, a sign that from this day forward forever and always we will be bound. With this ring, I thee wed,” Ben murmured, his words only for Mal, and the faerie felt her heart racing and swelling in her chest as she looked at him. He gently slipped the ring onto her finger at that moment, and Evie released a choked sob.

“This ring is my sacred gift to you. A symbol of my love, a sign that from this day forward forever and always we will be bound. With this ring, I thee wed,” Mal spoke, and Mal reached up and took Ben’s hand carefully in her own. She then slid her ring onto his finger. Fairy Godmother beamed at the both of them, and she looked to the both of them.

“Now, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you two husband and wife.” Ben grinned widely as he looked at Mal as if she were the only person in the room.

“You may kiss the bride,” Fairy Godmother gave permission, and Ben pulled her close, pressing his lips against hers as he placed his hands on either side of her face.

All of the Isle-goers stood up, hooted and made all sorts of noise in support, whistling and yelling. The Auradon types stood up and simply clapped, looking over at the villains as if they had lost their minds.

Mal and Ben finally broke away and they turned to face the crowd slowly, the villains still making enormous amounts of noise and lighting up the entire cathedral with their shouts and loud clapping.

Ben released her at that moment and Mal turned to face Fairy Godmother, knowing it was time to be crowned. A hush fell upon the room at that moment, and everyone quietly stared with the exception of Evie’s harsh sniffles every once in a while.

Belle approached Fairy Godmother from the pastel-colored side of the cathedral, bearing the crown, and Fairy Godmother took it from her carefully as she stood there before Mal. Mal kneeled down, prepared to accept her new title as Fairy Godmother gently placed the crown upon her head. Fairy Godmother then took her wand from its place and she straightened.

“Lady Mal Bertha, do you solemnly swear to govern the peoples of Auradon with justice and mercy as long as you shall reign?” Fairy Godmother asked, and Mal looked up at her nervously.

“I do solemnly swear,” Mal spoke, and Fairy Godmother smiled widely.

“Then it is my honor and my joy to bless our new Queen.”

“All hail Queen Mal Bertha of Auradon,” Fairy Godmother called out and everyone erupted into applause once again, bowing and curtsying. Mal felt a rush of something purely exhilarating as she stood up and turned to face everyone. She first looked at Evie and Evie had finally completely broken down into tears, sobbing terribly as Uma wrapped an arm around her and attempted to console her.

Mal stepped forward and took Ben’s hand as they looked at the crowd.

“My beautiful Queen. Now the Queen of my country, but always the Queen of my heart,” Ben spoke, and Mal grinned widely at him as she leaned her head against him, reveling in all of the cheers of the people. Their people.

Before long, they had all taken their pictures together, Evie insisting that they be photographed perfectly, and they were eating dinner.

Mal was enjoying sharing her meal with Ben, offering him bites as they went and the both of them giving each other bits from their plate.

They all sat there at the dinner table, everyone talking for a while before Jay suddenly stood up, clearing his throat and carefully speaking in an attempt to gain everyone’s attention.

“Everyone? Can I have your attention please?” Jay asked, and when everyone stopped what they were doing to stare at him, he swallowed hard, not really knowing what to do. He looked over at Audrey and she moved her hand in an attempt to usher him on and make him continue. He swallowed, furrowing his brow as he considered his words.

“Okay, so we all know we’re at a wedding… And we all know that we’re required to hear me talk for a few moments before we get started with anything to drink at all,” Jay announced, and Mal snorted at the boy. Ben grinned at her, reveling in the fact that she was enjoying Jay and his ridiculousness.

“Okay… So,” Jay trailed off, thinking of his words as he subtly withdrew a note card that he had written on.

“Well, Ben’s a super great guy, and I’ve known him for a total of,” Jay counted carefully under his breath before continuing, “three years? Audrey?” he cued his girlfriend, moving his glass toward her, and there was a collective laugh as she shook her forehead, allowing her head to fall into her hand as she shook her head.

“Okay, I’m going to go with three. But in all that time I’ve known him, he��s been one of the best guys I’ve ever known.

“But what kind of guy would I be if I let anything less marry my beautiful little sister and my oldest friend?” Jay asked, smiling proudly at Mal, and she felt her heart swell as she smiled widely at Jay. He winked at her lovingly before looking at everyone else that gathered. He grinned for a moment before suddenly realizing that he hadn’t prepared any more words, and they were obviously expecting more.

“Well, uh… To the lovely bride sister and her king husband!” Jay raised his glass, finishing his speech awkwardly, and Mal giggled at him, wasting no time in raising her glass in response.

After a moment, Evie stood up, smoothing her elegant dress before turning to look at Mal, her gaze intently on her sister. Mal looked at Evie, allowing everything to melt away as she looked at one of the three most important people in her life.

The VKs filled a place in Mal that Ben would never be able to, even though she loved him dearly. But those three were hers and she was theirs.

“So once, not so terribly long ago, shortly after us first four VKs came to Auradon, Mal told me that boyfriends were overrated,” Evie started, and Mal seriously wondered if Evie was going to make it through her speech. After all, she was already looking quite teary-eyed.

“And look at my gorgeous, sweet girl now,” Evie spoke, smiling widely at Mal as she swallowed, biting her bottom lip a bit.

“Mal is the sweetest, kindest, and most generous person I know. She has an,” Evie’s voice cracked, and she paused for a moment, trying to regain control of herself, “endless amount of love in her heart.

“And I in particular could not be more grateful for it,” Evie pointed out with a smile and a warbling voice. Mal felt her heart ache for the girl, immediately knowing where Evie was going with this. Mal was actually at this point quite tempted to get up and console Evie.

“My mother was once cruel enough to deprive this girl of something she really wanted,” Evie spoke, and Mal felt a bit of relief surrounding the fact that Evie was not going to elaborate on that situation to its very specifics.

“And she spent the majority of our time together under the impression that I was responsible,” Evie explained, gesturing to herself as she barely managed to get through the speech as the tears streamed down her face.

“Of course, I never corrected her, but one day, when I had the opportunity, I told her what had happened. And by some beautiful miracle, she believed me.”

“But maybe it wasn’t really a miracle. Maybe it was a Malacle,” Evie acknowledged, and everyone chuckled in response to Evie’s odd phrasing, all knowing what she meant.

“Purely from the love in her heart, she understood and accepted what she knew was only my word. There was no evidence to back me, but she believed me anyway,” Evie proclaimed, her voice shaking in ridiculously large proportions. Evie’s eyes were resting on Mal’s and Mal’s alone as she spoke, not paying attention to anyone else in the room.

“And I am so humbled and so grateful to have spent six years with her as of now as her best friend and sister,” Evie sniffed hard, wiping her face with her palm as she tried to control her tears. Mal almost stood up to go to Evie, but Evie shook her head subtly. Mal stopped, understanding that Evie was about to be finished.

“I love you, Mal. I wish for you to have all of the happiness in this world, and I hope this great moment in your life brings you one step closer,” Evie expressed, her voice warm with that typical love and affection that Evie always undyingly possessed for Mal.

“To my sister, her happiness, and her new journey,” Evie toasted, lifting her glass. Everyone followed her example, the majority of the people there in tears or at the very least deeply moved.

With Evie’s sip of her drink, everyone followed along. Evie then slowly sat down once again. Mal leaned backward a bit to look at her sister from down the line. Evie happened to catch Mal’s gaze and they watched each other for a moment, the both of them grinning ridiculously. Evie blew Mal a kiss lovingly, and Mal caught it, pressing her catch to her heart.

“So is everyone ready to get to the dancing?” Lonnie asked from her place at the DJ booth, and everyone wasted no time in getting up and getting ready.

Mal knew that the first dance would be hers and Ben’s, but she needed to go and see her family first. Mal squeezed Ben’s arm affectionately, and he looked back at her with a grin, nodding as he immediately understood what she was about to do.

She then hurried over to Jay, Carlos, and Evie where they were gathered on the edge of the dance floor.

“Hey, guys!” Mal breathlessly spoke as she approached them, and they all wasted no time in closing the distance between her and them.

“I wanted to come over and say hi,” Mal continued, smiling at the lot of them, and Evie was just beaming. However, Carlos was eyeing her rather skeptically.

“Yeah, we all know what you were really doing,” Carlos pointed out, and Mal raised an eyebrow.

“And just what was that, Lil’ C?” Mal questioned in reply, and Carlos grinned as he elbowed Evie slightly. Evie just looked at him with those currently so weepy eyes.

“You were coming over to make sure Evie wasn’t about to break down again.”

“Hey, she could’ve been coming over to compliment me on my speech,” Jay suggested with a confident smirk, and Mal rolled her eyes. Carlos just scoffed.

“You call that a speech?!” Carlos questioned, and Evie just shook her head at the two boys before stepping up to Mal and taking the slightly younger girl’s hands in her own.

“Are you nervous?” Evie asked, and Mal looked down at the floor before returning her gaze to Evie’s with a nod.

“Yeah.”

“You got through walking down the aisle, the vows, and the big kiss. This dance will be a breeze.”

“But it’s so awkward with everyone staring at me,” Mal told her, and Evie just smiled playfully.

“And no one was staring at you while you were going down the aisle?” Evie asked, and Mal shrugged.

“Well, that was different. I looked at Dad then,” Mal responded as if it were obvious.

“Do that again. This time just focus on Ben,” Evie informed wisely as she tried to keep the waver from her voice, and Mal nodded, breathing out deeply in an attempt to calm herself.

“I’m so glad that you’re here for me today,” Mal whispered to Evie, quietly conveying her feelings under the boys’ radar so that they wouldn’t hear.

“I’ll always be here for you,” Evie assured her, squeezing the faerie’s hands as tightly as she could.

“M, your dad might have ‘given you away,’” Evie air-quoted with the slightest bits of tears brewing in the corners of her eyes, “but I never agreed to any such thing. You are mine. One of my best friends in the entire world, and my sister.”

Mal felt her lip tremble as she gazed at her forever loyal Evie. Her Evie. Her Evie that had just stood there before Mal, making her own vows to eternally to stay by Mal’s side.

It was from there that Mal couldn’t help but finally allow a sob to escape her frame as she reached out and pulled Evie to her as tightly as she could. Evie almost suffocated Mal with the constricting grasp that she captured the faerie in, circling the shorter girl in her embrace as she sobbed with her entire body shaking with Mal’s.

Jay and Carlos quickly accompanied them, the four having one of their famous group hugs that they so enjoyed. Mal could feel Jay’s blazingly warm arm against her back above Evie’s arm around her waist. Carlos’s head was pressed against the side of Mal’s on the opposite side of Evie.

“It’s forever us,” Mal whispered, her voice coming out in a shaky breath. Evie nodded, sniffing hard.

“Because we’re rotten…”

“To the core,” they all ended, and they held each other for a large time longer as they held each other in a huge hug.

After what felt like an eternity, Jay and Carlos slowly let go of the girls, leaving Evie and Mal still embracing.

Once a few more moments passed, Evie delivered a loving kiss to the side of Mal’s head before pulling back to press her lips to Mal’s forehead. Their arms were locked, and Mal’s head was bowed as she closed her eyes while Evie stood there.

Evie finally released Mal with one last squeeze of her arms. Evie’s face was lit up with the an enormous yet somewhat sad smile as she looked at Mal.

“Now it’s time for our first dance of the night,” a voice suddenly rang out, and all of their gazes snapped to origin of the sound. There was Lonnie standing there and smiling widely at Mal as she raised an eyebrow.

The song then started, and they all recognized the familiar piano of Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect.” Evie nodded to Mal, stepping back with the boys as she gestured to the faerie before reaching up to dab at her eyes gingerly.

“It’s your time, Mal. Go enjoy your first dance with your husband,” Evie told her, the boys smiling softly at their sister, and Mal nodded slightly before turning to face the boy standing not too far away on the dance floor, awaiting her patiently.

Mal smiled widely, approaching him. He bowed to her, offering his hand to her. She took it easily, giggling a bit in response to his ridiculousness and endearing clichés. He kissed her hand gently before straightening and leading her to their song.

Mal rested her head on his chest, closing her eyes as she enjoyed his strong, loving hold. She breathed in deeply, taking in that scent that never failed to excite her and make her want more of him right then. She held the lapels of his tuxedo firmly as he placed his hands on her waist, guiding her in a spinning, swaying dance around the floor. Mal pressed her head against him firmly, feeling a flutter in her stomach.

“This is the best day of my life,” Ben murmured, and Mal smiled a dopey, silly grin as she nestled further against him.

“I love you, my husband,” Mal whispered, and she suddenly felt her head being tilted up.

“I love you, my wife,” Ben replied just as quietly before leaning forward and softly kissing her. They lip-locked for a moment, her pressing further into his lips as she tried to stand up more on her toes even though she was wearing heels. She could feel him smile in their kiss, and her grip tightened on his jacket as she lost herself in it.

“Whoo! Get it going, Mal!” Carlos whooped suddenly, and Mal suddenly broke away to laugh at her younger brother as she turned to look at him. Jay smacked him on the back of the head firmly, and Evie offered the boy a disapproving glare in the midst of her tears. Carlos grinned guiltily, waving to Mal sheepishly before straightening and skittering to the other side of Evie so he would hopefully be safe from any more of Jay’s violence.

Ben grinned widely at the boy, offering him a thumbs-up just barely from his hand’s position on Mal’s waist. Mal just rolled her eyes at the boys before grabbing Ben’s face in her hands and kissing him fervently just to show off a bit and mess with Carlos.

She then pulled away just as swiftly as she initiated it, poor Ben following her lips desperately, and she smirked, waggling her eyebrows at Carlos. The de Vil actually, in fact, looked rather disgusted now, but he was still trying to look enthusiastic.

Mal shook her head at her little brother as she suddenly realized that the song was coming to an end. She turned back to face Ben, and he gazed at her in a way that just completely made her weak in the knees.

There was just so much desire, love, and tenderness in his eyes, and she honestly had never been looked at like that in a romantic sense. It was almost breathtaking.

Ben then released her gently as the song ended. He bowed once more and stepped back as a new song started to play.

“And now for our mother-son, father-daughter dances,” Lonnie announced, and Mal turned quickly as she felt a touch to her elbow. She looked up at the giant, blue-haired god before her and she felt a smile overtake her face.

“May I have this dance?” Hades questioned, a hint of sincerity in his tone amongst the slight teasing there as well. He had a strange look in his eyes that was not characteristic of him at all, and she tilted her head curiously, but nodded in agreement to his question.

“Indeed,” Mal assured him in an overly fancy voice before they started to dance.

After only a few moments, it occurred to mal precisely why Hades looked so odd if the hard sniff that sounded was anything to go by.

“Dad, are you crying?” Mal questioned incredulously, and Hades shook his head swiftly, denying it wholeheartedly as he guiding her gently through the steps in the best manner that he knew. He was exceedingly rusty in concerns to formal dances. The last time he had done this was at one of Zeus’s many parties back before he was thrown onto the Isle.

“Nah, nah. Evie’s stupid flowers are getting in my sinuses. You know I don’t do well with these flowers in Auradon,” Hades assured her quietly, grinding through the statement before offering her a smirk that he hoped conveyed that confident aura he so often portrayed.

“You know, I’m not much one for… Um… this kind of thing,” Hades spoke, clearing his throat hard, “but I wanted to tell you I’m proud of you.”

Mal looked up at him with such wonder and childlike innocence that was rare on her face, and Hades found that Evie’s flowers were especially getting to him now.

“Really?” she questioned, and he felt his heart wrench, the innocent question stinging more than anything else he had ever felt. He knew why she had said it. Maleficent had never told her that she was proud of Mal. It was just another instance that his leaving her with her mother haunted him.

“Yes. You’re my girl, and I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished,” Hades praised, and tears welled in her eyes as she watched him. Hades felt the slightest sensation of swelling in his throat.

Mal squeezed his hand tightly before resting her head on his chest. Hades felt the lump in his throat grow almost intolerably large as he swallowed hard in an attempt to regain control of it. He rested his chin on Mal’s head, trying to rein in all of those emotions that were coursing through him.

“I love you, Dad,” she told him, her voice trembling. Hades clenched his teeth tightly as he guided her about.

“I love you, too, baby girl,” he murmured in simple response, honestly not trusting his voice to handle this entire ordeal.

Eventually, the song ended, and Hades had to release her. The two smiled at one another before the song suddenly transitioned into one that was much more upbeat. Mal grinned as her three best friends in the world swarmed her and everyone went on the dance floor.

They all enjoyed an hour or two of dancing, until it was finally time to throw the bouquet.

Mal grinned as she was blindfolded and all of the girls gathered together to attempt to catch the bouquet. She then was spun around so she would somewhat lose her sense of direction.

Evie grinned widely, knowing that she was ready to catch the bouquet. After all, she had to catch it. This was her sister’s wedding and she was aiming on showing Mal how much she cared. Plus, she wanted to press the flowers and make a scrapbook so that the moment would be forever preserved.

Jane quite honestly was scared to catch it because she really didn’t want to be the next one to be married.

Audrey on the other hand wanted to catch it more than anything for the exact reason that supposedly the person to catch it would be married first.

Uma was not trying to catch it at all and was instead knee-deep in conversation with Harry.

“You girls ready?” Mal called, preparing them for her throw. Jay shouted an agreement for the girls, keeping Mal from knowing precisely where each girl was located, and Mal nodded, biting her lip slightly as she chucked the bouquet behind her.

Evie jumped up, trying to shove Audrey out of the way as she leapt. However, neither of them were anywhere close to catching it.

“And you know, your sister is a complete weirdo because of that,” Uma spoke, explaining to Harry exactly what she thought of Harriet, and she reached up, her reflexes kicking in as the bouquet came flying at her face.

Uma furrowed her brow as she realized that she had caught the bouquet. Her eyes widened a bit as she realized that Evie and Audrey were both seething. Jane, however, was sighing deeply in relief.

“Who got it?” Mal asked, and Ben pulled the blindfold off of her gently as he placed his hands on her waist and turned her to face the group of girls. Mal laughed as she realized that Uma had it.

“I demand a rethrow!” Evie called, holding her finger in the air as she made her proclamation.

“I don’t know, I think I did pretty good. I won without even trying,” Uma laughed, waving the bouquet in Audrey’s and Evie’s face and Audrey growled under her breath as she glared at Evie.

“Y’know, Uma, I’m really happy for you,” Mal spoke, and Uma raised an eyebrow, confused as to where this was going.

“Why’s that? ‘Cause I beat Miss Competitive herself or because I kicked princess’s butt?” Uma asked, and Mal grinned as she took Uma’s hand.

“No! Because you’re now going to be the next person to get married,” Mal explained, and Uma’s eyes went as wide as saucers as she dropped the bouquet on the ground in shock. Evie wasted no time in picking it up and dusting it off, aiming to keep it and preserve it forever for Mal’s memories.

“Do what?” Uma blubbered, and Mal smiled at her.

“I demand a rethrow!” Uma spoke suddenly and Harry furrowed his brow at Uma.

“No offense, Harry,” Uma grinned guiltily and Harry just slightly nodded in reply.

Mal just laughed as she released Uma and headed over to Ben, leaning into his body as he wasted no time in embracing her tightly.

They both just watched as Uma greatly protested this entire marrying next idea and tried to physically rub the dreaded luck off onto Audrey, with Audrey quickly smacking her hands and trying to get the pirate away from her.

Mal looked up at her new husband, and they shared a smile, her heart swelling with affection. Mal leaned up and softly met his lips before pulling away gently.

“I love you, Ben.”

“I love you, too, Mal.”

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finnwolfhard7137 · 5 years ago

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The Art of Falling in Love-Finn Wolfhard × Reader

Chapter Three is here...

Chapter Four: Paradise

Word Count 2.4k

Warnings: some fluff

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Oakes wakes you and Miles up by shaking the both of you like rag dolls.

Oakes "GUYS!"

"Huh? What's going on?" You look at Finn who is still behind you and he is laughing his ass off.

Finn "We literally just slept outside all night." You face-palm and laugh.

Oakes "Not going to lie...that's fucking goals." Finn laughed even harder and pulled you tighter into his side.

Oakes "Did you guys not go into your trailers all night?"

You both "No."

Finn "I honestly didn't wake up at all last night."

"Neither did I and I always wake up at least once during the night-"

Finn "Me too."

Oakes "Well, you two lovebirds...it's 6:30, let's eat before we have to film." You both agree and get off of the ground.

"Shit...I got your hoodie dirty." You look at the sleeves and sigh.

Finn "Don't worry about it, I can wash it. I wouldn't change anything about last night for the world." You blush and lean into him. You spot Oakes chuckle at you two, to which you kiddingly flip him off. He repays the favor and you both just laugh like three children.

You get taken into your trailer first for makeup and hair because you take the longest to get done, Finn and Oakes just relaxed while you were gone. Oakes noticed that Finn watched as you left and hit him on the shoulder.

Finn "What?!"

Oakes "You love her don't you?"

Finn "I sure as hell like her. What's not to like?"

Oakes "She is pretty great, you two look good together."

Finn "I haven't asked her yet, Oakes. I don't wanna rush her into anything."

Oakes "I think that she likes you too, Finn. If that is what you are worried about, you are crazy."

Finn "I just don't want to mess anything up with her, she isn't like anyone I have ever met, she is like...perfect! Y/n is like the girl that I have always imagined being with..I don't know how to explain it-"

Oakes "I know what you mean dude. You don't need to explain it, I totally get it."

Finn simply nods and takes a drink of his water.

Oakes "Just ask her dude, she's gonna say yes."

Finn "I will eventually, Oakes." Oakes rolls his eyes and he punches him in the arm and starts to laugh, "You are so pushy!"

Oakes "Hey, I just support it! My two best friend's together...like fuck yeah I want it to happen!"

Finn "Thank you, that means a lot. I want to ask her properly...maybe I'll take her somewhere beautiful, other than the desert. Make it memorable, ya know."

Oakes "Yeah, that would be good." They continued to talk until it was their turn to get ready for the day. When you came out, Finn was walking towards his trailer which happened to be right next to yours and winks at you. You almost trip on the last step because he is just so damn cute.

…

You read your script and today, you go to school with Oakes and Boris: He doesn't leave yours and Oakes' side the whole school day, he rides with you on the bus and afterwards, you and Oakes go to his house. It sounds really fun from how the script put it so today is going to be exciting. When he comes out of his trailer, he is wearing a black blazer with a skateboarding graphic t-shirt. He honestly looks so good that you almost drool! You look away so that you don't get caught staring, in a few moments you feel his arms wrap around your neck, across your chest in a warm embrace. You can't help but smile and grab his arm in acceptance.

Finn "Well don't you look beautiful!"

"I have this stupid prosthetic on..how can I be beautiful?"

Finn "You are! Makeup, no makeup..prosthetic or no prosthetic. And hey, you won't have to wear it the whole time."

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to future scenes.." he let go of you and crouches down in front of you and smiles. "What?"

Finn "Stop..just stop being self conscious, you are fucking perfect so stop." You smile and pull him up to you to give him a hug. You want to do more but you want him to make the first move...obviously. He hugs you tighter and you just melt.

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John "Action!"

Theo "Boris, Pippa is going to join us today."

Boris "Is she really? Excellent!"

Theo "Yeah but she's worried about ya know...getting bullied."

Boris "I like her, I won't let them pick on her. She cannot help it." You come into the view and Finn smiles down at you.

"Hey Boris."

Boris "Hey! You've been good, yes?"

"Yes."

Theo "Come on, we are gonna be late to first period." When you get in the classroom, the classroom stared at your head. Some girls were even laughing. Boris noticed and got in front of you.

Boris "You got a problem, ay?! This woman survived a fucking bombing, show her some respect." The girls immediately started to apologize. All you were told to do was shake your head and take a seat next to Finn which you do.

"Thank you."

Boris "Of course." Theo looked behind him and saw you two talking and gave Boris a smile like, thank you.

John "Cut! Perfect guys." You immediately go back to your normal self as soon as he yelled 'cut' and took a deep breath. Growing up as a kid, you used to get bullied so to have to reenact what you really had to go through, was rough mentally.

Finn "I almost lost my shit…"

"Oh really?"

Finn "Yeah, I hate bullies."

"Me too, but thankfully it's just for the movie." He agreed but before he could say anything, John yelled 'action'.

….

The school day is over and you all get on the same bus. Finn and Oakes sit next to each other and you sit by yourself on the next row.

Boris "Did you enjoy school today?"

"Kinda."

Theo "Well you did good for your first day back, Pippa."

"Thanks-"

Boris "How about you both come over my house? I have drinks."

Theo "Drinks?"

Boris "Yeah, I have beer at my house. You two should come over."

Theo "Do you want too?"

"Yeah, I don't mind."

Boris "Good. Hey, I didn't tell you earlier but um, I think that you look very pretty today Pippa."

"R-really?"

Boris "Of course." Theo nudges him so hard that he almost fell off of his seat, he immediately shoved him back but even harder. Earning a laugh from you, making Oakes look at you with a shock on his face.

Theo "Y-you laughed!"

Boris "So? Everyone laughs."

Theo "No...you don't get it. Pippa hasn't laughed since the bombing." Finn looks over at you and smiles from ear to ear, making you happy.

"You guys make me happy. No one else does." Finn grabbed your hand from across the aisle. You don't remember that being in the script but you really don't care.

John "Cut." The school bus stops and you all get out of the bus.

John "Lunch break guys, you did good."

"Can I get the prosthetic off? It is starting to hurt."

John "Of course, Y/n. Next week, the movie skips a month in advance so you won't have to wear it anymore. Just hang in there for two more days and it'll be off for good."

"Alright, awesome. Thank you!" Finn walks up to you and kisses your forehead.

"Ima get this thing off, you can join me if you want."

Finn "After you."

Bill "oohh it started to come off."

...

"Is that why it started to hurt?"

Bill "yeah, the glue was pulling on your fine hairs."

Finn "Prosthetics hurt in general."

Bill "This is true. I have never had a client be excited to get them applied."

"I was on the first day, not anymore." You three laugh.

It takes a good minute to get it all taken off and your hair fixed up. Finn didn't leave the seat next to you the whole time, he just talked to you and complimented you on today's performance so far. He has been your biggest supporter all week and it never gets old: hearing one of your idols tell you how amazing you are doing...doesn't get better in this line of work.

Oakes comes in, "They got a whole buffet...you guys are missing out!"

Finn looks at you so intensely that you burst out laughing. He picks you up and carries you out of the trailer, running all of the way to the free buffet.

John "Hungry?"

Finn "uh...a little-" he says grabbing a whole plate full of food.

Oakes "look at him, he's a freakin' giraffe! He needs his food.." Finn almost chokes on his food from laughing so hard. Finn is really tall, especially in person.

"You aren't wrong!" He sits down and pulls you onto his lap. John and the rest of the film crew just smile at the sight.

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When you three got to the house, the camera's started rolling when you guys sat down in his unfilled pool with beers and cigarettes.

John "Action."

Boris "Would you like vodka?"

You and Theo "No thanks."

Boris "My dad drinks it all the time, so much he can not feel his feet. Literally, it has a name."

"Is it just you two here?"

Boris "Yes. My mother is dead."

Theo "Mine too."

Boris "Mine was alchie...got drunk and fell out the window."

"Jesus."

Boris "Did you lose anyone...ya know. When Theo did."

"My uncle. He took me because it was for my birthday, I just wanted to see the beautiful art with him and then..well you know. It is all my fault."

Theo "Hey, it isn't your fault."

"You blame yourself too, Theo."

Boris "You both are wrong. Don't blame yourselves! You guys didn't know that that was going to happen."

"Change the subject." Finn thought for a moment.

Boris "What is your favorite art piece in the museum."

"It is a piece called The Goldfinch."

Theo "That is where I met her, we were all looking at that painting before it all happened."

Boris "Wow...All I gotta say is that I am glad that you are here, Pippa. With you and Theo here, it is a lot less lonely."

"I am glad much happier here. You wouldn't think that the desert is better than a city but it is to me. Especially now, it is much quieter."

Theo "It will be easier for you to heal."

"Yeah, hopefully."

Boris "Don't you worry, we will all get through our own struggles together."

John "And...cut! Fantastic job guys!" This scene only took one shot to master. You three high five and get undressed because that was it for the day, the rest is for Ansel and Aneurin who play Theo and Boris older in the movie.

…

Aneurin "You make my job hard, Finn...how am I supposed to top that?"

Finn "Oh you can do it, I didn't even do anything."

Aneurin "That is my point!" Ansel joins you, Finn, Aneurin and Oakes.

Ansel "You did great today guys! I'm very impressed." You all thank him.

Oakes "What are you shooting today?"

Ansel "With Nicole..I'm visiting her after years of not seeing her."

"Oof so an emotional day?"

Ansel "Oh yeah."

Oakes "You've got this. You can cry on command."

"You can?"

Ansel "Mhm."

"If you can cry when I tell you too, I will pay you 20 bucks right now."

Ansel "You are on!"

".....Now!" Sadly..he does in seconds.

Ansel "Pay up, Y/n!"

"Fuck you." You hand him the 20 dollar bill, laughing in defeat. You didn't know that he could cry that quickly, or that anyone could for that matter.

John "We are shooting in 5!"

Aneurin "I'll see you guys later." The two boys left and started shooting.

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You three ended up watching them film: taking in their movements and the way they say some words and how they react to comments and such.

Finn "Hey, it's getting late. Wanna go for a drive?"

"Yeah, I'm down. Oakes, you coming?"

Oakes "Nah, you guys go ahead. Have fun."

Finn smirks at you and runs to his car, opening up the door for you.

"Where are we going?"

Finn "I know a beautiful place back here, I've been waiting for an opportunity to take you."

"Ohh I'm excited." In the drive there, you text your mother about your amazing day and sing songs with Finn. When you are with him, it is just pure happiness and bliss. You have never experienced this feeling before: crushes yes, dating yes but not actually being in love with someone completely and fully and getting that same energy in return.

…

Finn "We are almost here. I want you to close your eyes!"

"Really?!"

Finn "Yeah, come on close em." You feel the car stop and you hear him put the gear in park. He gets out of the car and he helps you out. A few steps forward, you can feel the sand beneath your toes.

"The beach?!"

Finn "Just wait." You two walk until he stops. "Okay, open." You open to see the most beautiful sunset over the waves.

"Oh my god. It's so..beautiful."

Finn "I knew that you would love it. I remember when we all went to Chick-fil-a, you told me that you loved the beach."

"I do, it's my paradise." Finn smiles at how amazed you are at your view. But to him, you are his view. You are way more beautiful to him than the ocean. He puts his arms around your waist and watches the waves crash onto the shore with you in his arms.

To be continued...

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#the art of falling in love #the goldfinch #finn wolfhard #boris pavlikovsky #theo decker #oakes fegley

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genzgay · 8 years ago

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Flustered (part 3)

Pairing: Yugbam

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: even more bad pickup lines, edgy art descriptions, awkward kissing, bts members

Fluster, verb. To make (someone) agitated or confused 

Yugyeom, a quiet and shy library assistant, just wants to keep the peace. BamBam, a quirky design student, knows too many pickup lines. When they exchange numbers it feels like the world turned upside down.

based off this ask

part 1 part 2

for @cutepimook

Yugyeom stared into the void of his closet, unhappy with every imaginable combo that could come out of it. Since BamBam had essentially looked like a god at their last date, Yugyeom was taking it upon himself to not just wear a t-shirt and jeans.

He pulled out a blue turtleneck and matching blue trench coat that his brother's girlfriend had so kindly gifted him this past Christmas. They just didn't seem right though. He laid out another option: black button up, black jeans, and a tiger patterned bomber jacket. Nope. He looked over to his roommate who was boredly playing on his phone. "What do you wear on a date?" Yugyeom asked with a sigh.

"I'm calling the boys." Jungkook answered, hitting a few buttons on his phone.

"No you're not." Yugyeom didn't need more of Jungkook's friends involved. "Don't-"

Jungkook only sneered. "Yugyeom's having an outfit crisis." His smile grew. "Yes, that would be great." Within another two minutes Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, and Kim Taehyung were waltzing into their tiny room. "Hey guys!"

"So where're we headed?" Namjoon questioned, sliding open the door of Yugyeom's closet. "Out with friends? Studying? A date?" He elbowed Yugyeom in the side.

Yugyeom grew red. "Yep! He's going out to the student art exhibit." Jungkook replied for him. Yugyeom was going to have to kill him later.

"Ah." Namjoon put his finger to his lips in thought. He bent his brows. "Oh! Here!" Within another five minutes, Yugyeom was admiring himself in the mirror.

"It's stunning."

"It's gorgeous."

"It's perfect."

"I'd fuck him."

"TAE!" They all gasped. The third oldest only shrugged.

"What?" He wasn't wrong. The turtleneck and leather jacket combo was, well, sexy, but managed to seem student art exhibit appropriate. Yugyeom found himself flaunting in the mirror. "See, he loves it." Taehyung argued, waving to Yugyeom.

"I do look good." Yugyeom said. "Really good."

At exactly 11:57, there was a knock at the door. Since it's nearly impossible to get Jungkook's friends out of their room, all four of them perked up in excitement. Yugyeom's heart rate picked up. Maybe it would be BamBam on the other side, three minutes early. Instead, a coffee-carrying, sweater-wearing Mingyu stood at the door. "Why are you all staring? Did I spill?"

"Nope, watched you walk all the way up the stairs." There was a familiar voice. Mingyu turned around, revealing a bomber jacket clad BamBam holding two cups of coffee. "Too bad I had the same idea."

"I thought you said no coffee." Yugyeom said, cursing the carrier.

"Don't worry, it's only tea!" BamBam reassured, selecting one of the pair and giving it to Yugyeom. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got my favorite citrus mint one." Yugyeom accepted it, the warmth spread from his hands to his heart. He took a sip. The chill of the mint layered just perfectly with tangy notes of lemon, totally reinventing what tea should be.

"Oh my god." Yugyeom exclaimed. "This-"

"Yeah. It's great. Since we're coffee free I decided that you *had* to try it." BamBam agreed, his head nodding as he took a sip of his own drink. "Also, you're a hot-tea."

Yugyeom spat his tea, misting himself with a good coating of the liquid. His cheeks were hot, not only because of the accident, but because the compliment was a cleverly constructed pun.

"That was cute." Jimin cooed. He was only two years older than Yugyeom but acted like he was ten years older. Only then did it occur to him that he and BamBam were standing in the hallway, being watched by a small collection of Yugyeom's friends. Jimin beamed at them from his front row spot.

Yugyeom rolled his eyes. "Let me, um, change."

They walked over to the arts building, and BamBam immediately began apologizing that they weren't headed to somewhere nicer. "We're both broke college students," He explained, "I spent nearly the last of my money on the tea that you so willingly shot out your nose."

"You just laid that pun and compliment down like it was nothing!" Yugyeom raised his arms in mock offense. "How was I supposed to react?"

"Definitely not by coating the Blue dorm's third floor in citrus mint tea." BamBam laughed. They stepped into the main arts hall, where the entire first floor was an exhibit of various student works. As long as you had a student ID and promised to write feedback on at least one piece, you could get in for free. It was enough for Yugyeom. They took their tickets from a girl with long, blue hair and a gentle smile.

"Here's your feedback slips! Just drop them in the box at the end." She instructed, handing them two small, neon green strips of paper.

They entered the exhibit and found that they were alone, save for a single professor. The man had his sleeves rolled all the way to his elbows, a five o'clock shadow, and a frown on his face. Clearly buried in thought, he jumped when he turned and saw Yugyeom and BamBam. "Oh, hi!" He shouted. "Would you two come over and look at this?" He gestured to a series of drawings. "I'm not sure what to think. My student did these drawings of his girlfriend while high and now everyone thinks he's the next Picasso."

A bird-woman with wings sprouting from her back and golden, windswept hair peered back at them. She became more whimsical and color soaked with each drawing. The second to last one depicted her as merely a blob of colors; the final one returned her to her true form: a girl in a blue sweater. "These are so pretty." BamBam commented. "It shows how warped our world can be with just one small change. Like, a total reality shift. Is what we see just an affect of the oxygen we breathe?"

How beautiful.

"Thanks. Name?" The professor asked.

"BamBam." He answered. "I'm a fashion design student. And this is Kim Yugyeom,"

"Dance major." Yugyeom said, filling in the blank.

The professor smiled. "I'll have your feedback strips waived then. Enjoy the art guys!" He walked off, fixing his hair in the process.

The two looked at each, back to the bird-woman, then at each other. "What was that?" Yugyeom asked.

"Bullshitting." BamBam answered. They both laughed at this, cackling until their lungs hurt.

"Shall we do more?" And for the rest of the afternoon, Yugyeom and BamBam practiced their most profound bullshitting. They turned vinyl food recreations into existential reflections on childhood and paint splattered canvases into the Mona Lisa. Then, a single painting of two guys holding hands caught Yugyeom off guard. "The Hold", as it was titled, totally stopped his snarky comments. It genuinely belonged in a museum.

The guys in the painting were made of carefully painted flowers. Blue bells made up one guy's shirt; their faces were sunflowers. Yugyeom instantly felt himself drowning in the painting. His eyes wanted to eat up every inch of it. "This," he started.

"I know." replied BamBam. They stood in complete silence for a moment. When Yugyeom looked back to see BamBam's reaction, he noticed BamBam's eyes weren't in the painting, but him.

Did Yugyeom have a stain somewhere? "What?"

"A complete masterpiece is looking at a painting."

Yugyeom's heart dissolved. The usual pick up lines were fine, but this one hit him like a punch. 3, 2, 1, knock out! Yugyeom was definitely down. "You-"

"Yes? I acknowledged how handsome and wonderful you are by comparing you to your new favorite painting?" BamBam asked, smiling. Yugyeom kinda wanted to punch and kinda wanted to kiss him.

"Did you take me here just so you could say that?"

"No, of course not." BamBam aggressively shook his head. "I definitely don't plan dates around what compliments I can give my boyfriends."

An alarm started going off in Yugyeom's head: HE SAID BOYFRIEND. HE SAID BOYFRIEND. HE SAID BOYFRIEND. HE SAID-

"I know I said boyfriend, it's probably a little early but,"

Yugyeom cut him off, "Yes!" He realized just how loudly he'd just shouted. "I mean, yes, I would totally be your boyfriend." He covered his face with both his hands, wanting to hide his embarrassment. His smile hurt.

"Great," BamBam laughed and Yugyeom realized how much he was in love with his laugh and the breathy, squeakiness of it and the way BamBam's face lit up and how his nose crinkled. They turned back to the painting and gasped at the same time.

"IT'S ON SALE!" They said simultaneously.

"How much ramen money can you sacrifice?" Yugyeom asked. It was only 25,000 won, but they were in a free exhibit for a reason.

BamBam shrugged. "Whatever it takes to get this." He pulled his wallet out and emptied it into his hand: 10,000 won and a couple of coins. Yugyeom did the same. Together they had 23,000 won and would go lunch less for a couple of weeks. When they went to the front to ask, the girl laughed and said the artist just wanted someone to take it. All in all, this date was a win.

As they walked back, they decided BamBam could have the painting on grounds of not having a single roommate to possibly ruin it. Departing at his dorm, BamBam hugged Yugyeom as tightly as he could. Yugyeom could feel his heart melting. The minute the hug broke, he missed it.

"See you!" BamBam shouted from the entrance door. "Text me, okay?"

"I will!" Yugyeom shouted back. "Bye, Bam!" He then returned his dorm, alone but not lonely.

Upon arrival, he was bombarded by questions from Jungkook and the boys (who, unfortunately, had stayed for the whole two hours Yugyeom was gone and left Cheeto dust on his comforter). "How was is Yugyeommie?"

"What did you do?"

"He's smiling guys! That has to mean something!"

"Look at his blush, isn't he cute?"

"How's BamBam?"

"Why didn't you tell us he was cute before he came up here?"

"Now he's really blushing guys!"

Yugyeom just laughed at their sudden interest. He sat on the edge of his bed (he was not getting Cheeto dust on his jacket. What heathens.) and shrugged. "I'm good, BamBam is good. We even got a painting for free."

"Any other details, Yugs?" Namjoon asked.

"He's-" Yugyeom's big smile was impeding his speech. "We are a couple now."

Jimin gasped. "No way!" And the questions kept rolling.

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Unsure of ever getting himself to stop smiling like some idiot, Yugyeom knew he had to get BamBam back with at least one pick up line. There was only one other person as masterful at the art of cringe:

Jackson Wang.

Yugyeom began typing his message.

Yugyeom: Hey Jackson! So I need some help

Jackson: Ooooh~ With what?

Yugyeom: Remember that guy I told you about with the pickup lines?

Jackson: Mhm

Yugyeom: Well he's my boyfriend now and I NEED to get back at him with one. Do you have any ideas?

Jackson: I may have a few

For another whole hour, they debated the merits of puns, what topics would be appropriate, and if it should even be sexual. By the end, they had a masterpiece.

Jackson: It's beautiful

Yugyeom: What a work of art, thank you

He then switched over and texted BamBam.

Yugyeom: Hey, could we hang out at your dorm tomorrow?

BamBam: I'd love that!

Yugyeom: Great! Good night Bam!

BamBam: Good night Yugyeommie!

Yugyeom shut off his phone, completely content with what was to come. He fell asleep peacefully.

Yugyeom was freaking out. His hands were shaking, his heart was pounding, and he was sweating like it was the middle of July. He wasn't even sure he would have the guts to knock on BamBam's door. But then he was, his fist against a solid sheet of wood to the beat of his heart. BamBam opened the door.

"Oh hey Yugyeom! Jackson's here because he had a warning?"

Fifty hundred panic alarms went off in Yugyeom's head. They were telling him to turn around and run. He couldn't do this to BamBam; he couldn't say this pickup line without some mood.

There sat Jackson, a shit eating grin on his face. "Hey Yugyeom!" He cheered as a greeting.

"So I heard that there's a certain pickup line you want to tell me?" BamBam asked, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

That's when it clicked in Yugyeom's head. What he and Jackson had planned wasn't the perfect pickup line. Nope, there was something much better for BamBam. "Yes, actually." Yugyeom walked up and grabbed hold of BamBam's shirt, pulling his face closer and closer until their lips locked.

For a second, BamBam froze, shocked. His eyes asked fifty questions. Then he smiled, leaning into it, and pulled Yugyeom closer, accepting it. All Yugyeom could focus on was how soft BamBam's lips were and how he had no idea what he was doing and how- oh my god is that a tongue?

It wasn't very romantic to say the least. When Yugyeom couldn't breathe anymore and they knocked noses for the thousandth time, he pulled back. "Sorry, I didn't know what to-"

Arms still around Yugyeom's neck, BamBam met Yugyeom's eyes and smiled. "It was more than fine Yugyeom. I think we just need more practice."

Yep, Yugyeom's cheeks were red and hot. He was completely flustered, but it was fine.

A Message For June: And that’s the end!! I really hope you enjoyed and waiting the extra three weeks paid off (gosh I’m really sorry about the delay)! There’s potential for a part two?????????? I have so many things that I wrote for this that didn’t make it into my final drafts. ALSO this is the first fic i’ve ever completed and wow it’s nice. Anyway, please have a good night.

p.s. wanna collab on that markjin au by @/gotnsfw???? it’s just a thought

#ahh i hope you like it!!#yugbam #got7snet #got7network #got7maknaelinenet #bambam #yugyeom #got7 #yugbam fic #flustered #i can't write kissing scenes so i purposefully made it awkward yay!!!!!!!!!!!!#heckkkkkk #also i included bts members but not mark???

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littlegreenpuppy · 8 years ago

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Fuck You Linda

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Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin Rating: Teen Words: ~3500 Summary: Do you hate suburbia? With its homeowners associations? And its rows upon rows of identical, two-story houses? And all those stereotypical families who are the very definition of White People™? And the minivans? So do Eren and Levi. Throwing a simple dinner party has never been so painful.

“I can’t believe I have to pretend to be nice to these people,” Eren complained, throwing down the plates as gently as he could.

Levi rolled his eyes, setting the other side of the table. “You don’t even know them,” he said, trying to play devil’s advocate. “They may be better than you think. Besides, this whole dinner party was your idea.”

“It’s not a party!” Eren stressed. “I’m just trying to make sure they don’t have anything to use against me. I know their type, and they hold the worst grudges and remember everything . If I don’t make up for missing that stupid ‘gathering’ of theirs because of work, then they’ll make the rest of your temporary reassignment terrible for me! They probably think I was too busy cheating on you to go or something!” The doorbell rang. “Oh god, that’s them…”

Levi chuckled and kissed Eren on the cheek. “I’ll finish setting up, if you want to greet them.”

Eren whimpered.

Linda and David were the first to show up. It was a dinner party, so of course Linda had to show up first. Grinning, she held her famous blueberry cobbler in her arms. Sure, Levi had said that his husband didn’t want them to trouble themselves with bringing something, but she couldn’t help it. After all, cooking all that food by himself? Surely Levi’s husband couldn’t have been able to make everything. He only had to cook for the two of them, whereas Linda always cooked for at least four.

Soon enough, the door opened, and Linda’s grin faltered.

The man who answered the door was so… young. He had jeans on and a button up shirt and messy, ruffled hair. But her senses came back to her quickly. He must be the help.

“Hello!” she chimed. “I’m Linda, and this is my husband David. We’re here for the dinner party.”

The helper smiled and held out his hand. “Oh, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Eren, Levi’s husband.”

Linda had to control her feelings, but her eyes still widened. This was Levi’s husband? The man who spends too much time at the ‘office’? Him?

“O-Oh? Oh! Yes. Nice to meet you too.” She accepted the offered hand, feeling like she was in a dream. “So you’re the infamous husband?”

“Infamous?” Eren laughed nervously. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that… He hasn’t been making up stories about me has he? Because I can play that game too.”

Linda laughed nervously back. “Only good things.” Eren led them inside, and she held up the cobbler. “So where can I put this?”

“You…?” Eren stared at the dish for a moment, then realization dawned on him. “Oh, you shouldn’t have! I said you didn’t have to!”

Linda’s laugh became less and less nervous. “Oh, I know, I know.” She waved off Eren’s objections. “But I just couldn’t help myself. I’m kind of the, heh, chef of the group.” Linda grinned guiltily. “I just love to cook! And I used organic blueberries and made the crust entirely gluten free!”

Linda handed the dish to Eren, who took it reluctantly. “Well… I suppose options for dessert are always nice,” he murmured.

“Oh? You made dessert, too?” Linda laughed on the inside. It was probably just a store bought cake or cookies.

“Yeah.” Eren shrugged and gave a half smile. “It’s not exactly my strong suit, but I made a couple different ones since I didn’t know what you all liked.” He headed over to the kitchen, which was too large to miss, and Linda and David followed.

“Well, I’m excited to see what you have,” Linda pretended to be actually excited, “and can’t wait for dinner to be over so I can see!”

Eren half smiled again, and looked almost relieved at the doorbell.

“Oh, that would be the other guests,” and Eren was gone a second later.

Linda looked around in the kitchen, noting the professional equipment and how it was much larger than she first thought. Poor kid probably had no idea what to do with most of it.

“You really shouldn’t show off so much in front of new friends,” David laughed, though he hardly meant it. It wasn’t his wife’s fault that she was simply a fantastic cook.

Linda raised an eyebrow, amused. “It’s not like I could have predicted my strong suit was his weakness.”

They both shared a quick laugh, then went to go see who else was there.

Karen and Michael showed up next with Susan and John. Carpooling, of course. What with Karen’s minivan. And shortly after, Mary, James, Deborah, and Robert arrived as well. Soon enough, greetings had been made, hushed comments between Linda and her friends about Eren had been exchanged, and then they were all seated around a wonderfully set table.

At least Eren could get that right.

They all settled in, Levi at the head of the table with Eren on his left and Linda on his left. Right across from Eren. And if she looked closely enough, she could see the hints of disdain on Eren’s face. He clearly didn’t want to be here, and she could only assume he’d rather be back at the ‘office’.

‘ Well, deal with it, honey ,’ she thought delightedly. ‘ If you didn’t want to be stuck to Levi, you shouldn’t have married him .’ Though he probably did it for the money Levi had. And from the looks of their fancy little townhouse, Levi had a lot of it. Gold digger.

“I think I’m about ready to eat, don’t you?” Michael prodded with a smile.

Levi shrugged, nonchalant as ever. “Sure. We were just waiting until you were all settled in. Eren?”

Eren gave a forced smile, and headed off into the kitchen with Levi following. Linda watched him go, disgusted. How could Levi stay with someone like that?

When they came back, their arms were full of covered yet clearly steaming serving platters and bowls. They strategically placed the platters around the table and pulled off the lids, Eren explaining as they went.

“I didn’t know what you all liked, so I made an… interesting mix of dishes. I’ve got red duck curry, a tabouli salad with poached pear and gorgonzola, grilled portabella mushrooms with artichoke polenta, whole lemon basil sea bass, paella, and gigot d’agneau pleureur which is… just kind of a fancy way of saying lamb roasted over potatoes.”

A rare smile from Levi appeared. “I thought something smelled good in there,” he said, sitting back down.

Eren gave a short chuckle and half grin. “It also just so happens to be my husband’s favorite dish,” he admitted.

The group stared wide eyed and open mouthed at the spread prepared for them. Linda most of all. She quickly shook off the shock. This was clearly just Eren trying hard to impress them. No doubt he’d spent hours upon hours with eyes glued to recipe pages he’d found on the internet in hopes of seeming superior. The effort was admirable, but he really should have stuck to something he knows rather than tread in her territory. Still, the dishes may look good, but it was the taste that mattered.

They started piling the food on their plates.

Linda eyed the food carefully, her plate giving off some of the best smells she’d ever known. But it couldn’t be that good. So she took a bite.

Anger.

Anger and envy were the first emotions she felt as the food melted in her mouth, the flavors spreading across every inch of her tongue. Each moment after revealed new and complicated flavors that complimented each other so well, it was as if the ingredients were soul mates meeting for the first time.

And the soft moans around the table meant everyone else was tasting the same thing…

Compliments were thrown, and Linda could see the tiniest bit of a genuine smile cross Eren’s face. He was no stranger to praise. So Linda waited, and once the praise had died down, she made her move.

“So, Eren,” Linda began. “Where did you find the recipes for all this?” Probably from some generic online recipe website.

“Oh, yes! I must know. This is absolutely amazing!” God, Mary, stop being so damn friendly. Linda was trying to tear down the cheater chef wannabe sitting across from her!

Eren paused, thinking long and hard about the question. “Um… I… don’t remember.” He seemed honestly confused. “Half of the dishes I just whipped up and the other half I’ve been making for so long they just come naturally to me. The only one I know I have the recipe for is the gigot d’agneau pleureur, but I don’t know where it is.”

How convenient.

Linda kept her smile, though. “Well, perhaps you remember the website you got it from? Or the book? I always get my recipes off of organicliving.com.” Now that was a recipe website.

“Oh, no.” Eren shook his head. “I didn’t get it online. I got it from a family friend. A chef in France.”

“France?” Linda barely managed to squeak out. This cheating twerp was friends with chefs in France? This kid probably just got out of college and he was traveling to fucking France to the point where he has friends there? No… no it was probably a pen pal thing… The internet can make anything possible.

“Oh, you’ve been?” Susan gushed. She’d go on about anything for years so long as it had something to do with France. Or rather, Paris specifically. “Was it for your honeymoon? John and I went for ours. Paris! So lovely! I wish I could live there forever…”

“Trust me,” Levi scoffed. “It gets old very quickly. And go for our honeymoon ? There’s no way. Too close to family.”

Linda wasn’t expecting Levi to comment, but his words only seemed to make it worse. “You have family in France?” Of course, her beef wasn’t with Levi, but if Levi had lived in France, then that made the possibility of Eren having friends there more plausible without pen pals…

Levi hummed, mildly shocked. “Oh… did I never mention that? I grew up there. Valence. Up until college at least. I would have attended college here, but I wanted to get out and explore the world outside of France.”

Eren smiled as his gaze focused on Levi. That genuine smile he’d had during the shower of praise. “And his mother was close friends with a chef who’d always come over on special occasions and make gigot d’agneau pleureur, so during one of our trips there, he gave me the recipe so I could make it for Levi.” Eren shrugged like his story was the most natural in the world.

Levi leaned back in his seat, amused. “You know, he said he’d never seen anyone with the ability to make it like him… until you showed up.”

Deep breaths, Linda… Deep breaths. French people were conceited anyway. He probably only said that to make Eren feel better. And sure, the dinner was delicious, but she just had to wait until dessert. There was no way he could beat her at dessert! And with how long it must have taken to make dinner, he would have never had time to make dessert too. The store bought cake theory still held.

Although… She could try one more thing…

“So, is any of this organic? Everyone here practically breaths organic.” And if they found out that anything here wasn’t…

“Not sure.” Eren pursed his lips in thought. “There’s a farmer’s market right down the street from us, so I just get my stuff from there. If the food is organic, they don’t call it that. Probably didn’t want to waste the money on an expensive label.”

Mary and Karen both gasped. “You have a farmer’s market around here?”

“It’s literally just around the corner.” Eren made a generic hand gesture. “I know most of the vendors there too, and they’re all really nice.”

“Oh, we should go to the farmer’s market more,” Mary exclaimed. “Organic is nice and all, but only when dealing with big corporate companies. The best food is locally grown.”

Great. Now all Linda had done was make Eren a savior for small businesses in their eyes. And friends with the vendors? Probably just to get free food all the time…

Thankfully, regular conversation ensued, with the mindless chatter giving Linda time to recollect herself. She listened intently, hoping for something to help her, but the closest thing she had was Deborah giving a comment here and there about how their house wouldn’t uphold the Homeowner’s Association standard. Hardly ammo that she could use. But her chance soon came as John asked Susan about how she was liking the dinner.

“It is good food, but there’s this one place right near the neighborhood that literally has the best curry I’ve ever had in my life!” Susan may go on and on about France, but Linda could truly count on her to help. Even if she wasn’t doing it for Linda. “They have actual Indian people there, so you know it’s authentic.”

Eren nodded, but his furrowed brows gave him away.

A blow had been made, so now Linda could kick him while he was down.

“So, Eren, how old are you?” she asked. Seeing the slight nods of her female friends, all of whom were eager to see the cheater fall, Linda’s confidence grew. “I mean… you look so young.”

There.

Eren’s brow twitched. Linda could see his shoulders tense and the hand grasping his fork clenched rightly. Struck a nerve, huh?

“I’m 26.” Eren’s voice strained.

“Wow! That’s quite the age difference there, isn’t it?” Linda kept her sarcasm to herself, but from Eren’s reaction, he could tell.

“What are you talking about?” Levi interjected, confused as ever. “I’m only 34. It’s hardly a ten year difference.”

“Still…” Linda wouldn’t relent. “Eight years. You’re both in such different stages of your life. That doesn’t affect you? I mean… I feel like someone so young would rather not be tied down so soon and would rather… explore.”

Eren was taking deep breaths. “What are you…?” But he knew exactly what she meant.

Linda leaned forward, resting her chin on the back of her hand delicately. “Or is the stability what you’re looking for?”

Eren took a deep breath and-

“Eren,” Levi suddenly cut in. “I hate to do this, but before I forget, could you go up to our room and get the book on France I have? After hearing about Susan’s trip, I figured she’d like to look at it.”

Anything Eren had been going to say were swallowed up, and he left without another word. Linda sat proudly in her seat. The other women murmured to each other while the men picked at the food remaining on their plates. They were completely unaffected by the events, as they were used to their wives tearing others down. Their wives were simply competitive, is what they would say.

“Is there a reason why you’re hounding my husband?” Levi asked Linda, keeping his voice fairly low and completely calm.

Linda smiled. “I’m simply curious,” she explained. “I’ve heard more than one story about age differences in relationships. And considering all the time he spends at the office…” She hoped the slight stress she put on office would give Levi the hint he needed, but alas…

Levi met Linda’s eyes, cold and serious. “I appreciate the thought, but how about you leave my relationship between me and Eren. Now lay off .”

A shiver ran down her spine, and something told her she never wanted to see Levi actually angry. But… he didn’t understand… Levi didn’t understand that Eren was cheating on him. Still, Linda nodded.

“Good, now…” Levi stopped. “Wait… did you say office?”

But Linda couldn’t respond as Eren came back down, still looking a bit put off but surprisingly happier.

“I put the book by the door for you,” he told Susan, who nearly exploded in her seat. “There are some pictures taped in there that we took ourselves.” Eren turned to the rest of the table, a bright smile on his face. “So who’s ready for dessert?”

Sometime in the conversation, the food had been all but demolished. So the table cheered their agreement, and Eren left to grab the food. Linda settled in her seat as she waited to see what he had. The image of a store bought cake seared into her mind. He would not beat her here.

At least that’s what she thought.

“So, like I said earlier, I wasn’t sure what you all would like, so I made a few different dishes. I have napoleons, also called mille feuille. More French. I’ve got mocha buttercream macarons, chocolate pate a bombes with a raspberry ganache, a red velvet and vanilla crush torte with a buttercream spread, and homemade baklava. A family recipe. Oh, and… Linda brought a blueberry cobbler.”

Linda could have cried.

The table gathered their share, and melted all over again.

“Oh, Eren!” Karen cried through a mouthful of dessert. “Where did you learn all of these recipes?”

Eren paused again, curious and confused. “You mean Levi didn’t tell you?”

“Apparently not.” Levi shrugged. “Because they seem to be under the impression that you work at an office.”

After hearing that, Eren met Linda’s eyes, smiling smugly.

“Oh… well, I went to school for culinary arts, you see. And now I’m the executive chef at a restaurant I co-own downtown.”

‘ Now I’m the executive chef of a restaurant I own. Oh look at me. I’m Eren and I’m so perfect and amazing. ’ Linda wanted to leave.

“Wow… really? Which one?” Stop talking Karen. If you even knew how many calories this stuff had in it…

“St. Maria’s.”

“No!” For a moment, Linda didn’t realize that had come from her. Thankfully, Deborah spoke right after.

“You’re kidding!” Deborah gasped. “I love that place! It’s been winning awards ever since it opened! And it’s topped the To Dine list on every local magazine for the past two years!”

Eren smiled fondly. “Yeah, but unfortunately, I tend to work late into the night because of it. And it’s the reason why I couldn’t join you that first night.”

“Well if this is what we get when you miss, you should work those nights more often!” Karen. Stop.

Eren’s smile widened, and while to everyone else it might’ve looked genuine, Linda knew something was coming. “I’m grateful everyone likes it. And my restaurant. It’s certainly given me quite a bit of my own stability .”

There it was.

The words shot like daggers straight at Linda. She glanced over at Levi, hoping he’d send Eren away again, but he simply sipped on his drink as if Eren wasn’t even talking.

“And to think…” the grin on Eren’s face was infuriating “…I’m only 26.”

Linda was silent the rest of the night. It was only when they were safely in the confines of their car that David thought it okay to confront her.

“The food wasn’t all that great-”

“The food was amazing and you know it.” Linda was bitter, but she could admit that. Albeit bitterly.

“So he can cook,” David scoffed. “You can too! His dishes were just fancier.”

“They were exotic . Ugh!” Linda’s hands clenched her hair, wanting to rip it out. “How stuck up is he? He probably thinks we’re all heathens because we eat things like roasted chicken and simple spaghetti.”

“He’s just used to cooking fancy,” David trying to rationalize, “thanks to that restaurant of his.”

“That’s the number one place to dine in this city! And it’s only been open four years! Which means… which means he opened his first ridiculously successful restaurant at only 22!” The night just kept getting worse and worse for her. Linda’s friends would never want her cooking for them again! Not as long as Eren existed…

“You know what,” David said. “Let’s let him have it. Because he can be taught for centuries the ways of the kitchen,” a smirk, “but we both know who owns the grill in this town.”

Slowly, the smile began returning to Linda. She began feeling better. “You do.”

Because it was so true.

“And he can add whatever crazy ingredients to his food, but nothing beats a good old fashioned barbecue.”

The grin kept growing. “Your burgers and hot dogs are the best.”

“And in a few weeks…” David laughed. “I’ll put him to the test.”

A test he’d surely fail! That fancy college degree in the kitchen was useless in the rugged outdoors. Oh sweet, sweet revenge.

“I love you so much…”

#here it is #snk #ereri #fanfic #look at all this suburbia nonsense #I wrote this like a year ago btw #my writing has probably changed a bit since then #I can believe I posted this #when was the last time I posted something snk again?#I don't remember

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