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#vent tw#bc this turned emo#i feel like ive said this a lot so just ignore me if im repeating myself#but ive been so exhausted lately its ruining my days :(#i literally sleep like 13+ hours a day if not more#sometimes im out for like 20 hours#typically its not straight its like. iâll sleep for 4 hrs then wake up for 30 mins then sleep again#and then by then end of the day its like 7pm and ive just woke up. i hate it#its 5pm and i just woke up but like thats basically my entire day gone now#i just feel so tired all the time. like i cant do anything but sleep. my motivation is zero#i hate it i hate it i hate it. i feel dumb#ik im complaining about stuff that seems trivial bc like most people have real things to stress about. meanwhile im just sleeping my days#away. but i still hate it. i wish i could stay awake and see thru the day without sleeping through the majority of it. :(#health wise iâm terrified thereâs something like legitimately wrong w me. i mean mental wise too#itâs just that iâm so resistant to change and VERY resistant to getting help for myself that nothing gets done#iâm sorry ik this is heavy iâm just frustrated đ i donât have anyone to tell this to so iâll tell this to you đ¤¸#kinda feels like iâm talking to a friend then. even if itâs just the tumblr void
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#the bin#sorry sorry im having existential dread and terror. literally i dont think ive ever felt worse then i do over the fact im gonna have to wor#some stupid job so often that contributes nothing and get paid so little and be in pain the whole time and have so little time for fun#inat least wnat something that pays a bit better and feels like im actually doing something#tnis whole go to work and cycle through this same loop of donated items and then watch so many of them get tossed is killing me#my job feels so meaningless because it is. i dont know how to describe why. i think a job at a grocery store doing stocking would feel at#different. this type of production work is just so draining mentally. its not samey enough to just be ignorable. it sucks#i go to work and sort through stuff and then put it on the shelves and then everything gets all messed up and fixed and messed up again#and it repeats and its not the same as if it were boxed. because at least that would feel just like whatever yknow. its this horrible#capitalist system disgused as something small and friendly. ive always felt this way about big chain thrift stores and now that i work at#one that feeling is so much stronger. '#'you love to thrift so why not work at thrift?' because it will crush your soul#sorry. i would rather like work at a store stocking a regular rotation of things and itd feel like corprate capitalism yattah yattah but#not pretending to be soemthing else. my coworkers are so nice but i hate this job#my managers are fine but theyre pushing more of tnis produce produce produce thing bc they have to and i dislike it a lot#like man i AM doing my best and its fast enough and its not even being said directly to me just everyone but it feels bad like they want#me doing this exact process for a job whee the things change. its not a bunch of same shape packeged blah blah its just an array of objects#a really boring array of objects that are all the same but also not the same enough to be easier#and you want to to act like its all packeged and stuff??#ugh i hate it. i think this is why i like hanging bags so much cause its a simple sorting pricess and simple to put them up
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omg i really really love your blog<3 you are such a sweet person and so kind to all your followers and others on here and your writing is absolutely amazing!
i saw ur requests were open and i was wondering if you could write something for poe dameron? a hurt comfort because in your rules you said you wouldn't accept full angst which honestly is so real of you and i completely agree :D its just, ive read so many fics where poe's best friend or squadron member is either in love with him or fwb with him and he starts dating someone and they look rlly in love but then he leaves the person for the best friend and i cant help but always wonder how the person he left is feeling! and i was wondering if you could write something along the lines of this but he doesnt leave the reader and hes not really in love with his best friend or anything im so sorry this became really long but you can totally ignore this or say you cant do it its absolutely alright!<33
thank you sm though and i hope you have a good day!
Anon, thank you so much for such lovely and kind words! You are AMAZING! (Seriously, they have absolutely made my day/week/year!)
This ask has killed me (positive), my subconsciousness had a lot to say, it seems.
Tangerine, Tangerine
Poe Dameron x GN!Reader Rating: M Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?
Warnings: angst (but with a happy ending), thoughts that a partner is cheating, blood, x-wing fight, swearing (not star wars swearing, because even though Kriff is great, I need to say fuck), Moonbeam as a nickname, typos, rail road sentences, please let me know if Iâve missed a warning!
Word Count:Â 4494
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It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss.Â
Youâd misunderstood, youâd read the situation wrong, youâd seen incorrectly. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss.Â
Your radio crackled, âGreen Leader, checking in. Weâre manoeuvring in 5. Call out.â
âGreen Two check.â
âGreen Three check.âÂ
 It was just a kiss.Â
âGreen Four check.âÂ
 It was just a-
âGreen Five check.âÂ
Just a-
âGreen Six check.âÂ
Just-
âGreen Seven,â you swallow. âCheck.âÂ
It wasnât just a kiss.Â
You patted your helmet twice and rolled your neck, breathing deeply as you settled in. On your left, you could see some of Blue Squadron.Â
This mission was straightforward - on a holopad.Â
Two teams to escort The Harbringer, the resistance supply ship. It had been damaged by a rogue blast from a tie fighter just as it jumped to hyperspace and had had to make an emergency landing on one of TreâRalâs desert moons.Â
The crew on board had managed to fix all they could. But without proper materials, there was little chance of the ship making it out of the moonâs thick atmosphere and entering hyperspace. So Blue and Green Squadrons had been dispatched. Blue 1-4 had already made contact, jump-starting The Harbringer enough to get it airborne.Â
Due to TreâRalâs sun and planet density, the gravity on the moons was a little stronger than most worldâs atmospheric pressure.Â
Green Leader, Sena, had repeated through briefing at how this would affect flying. How to be ready for it. And she hadnât been wrong, it was different flying here. Tougher. And you loved it.
Youâd grown up on Para, a planet with a high gravity density. Youâd learnt to fly there well before youâd flown in space. Being here on this desolate moon almost felt like home. Your movements seemed smoother, precise. No longer needing to overcorrect for your naturally ingrained harsh movements. No longer spinning out and fighting low gravity, finally working with the tide.Â
The manoeuvre would see the ships escort The Harbringer out of the moonâs atmosphere and then the rest of Blue squadron would form a sort of 3D star formation around the cargo ship. All jumping to hyperspace at the same time to carry it along with them.Â
Simple.Â
In theory.Â
Everyone had spoken about how practically textbook it was, how easy.Â
But then, of course, why was Green Squadron going?Â
No one at the briefing had asked, why would they when the answer was so obvious. This part of the quadrant was teething with First Order. With a slow, busted supply ship you were all practically screaming for them to come and play target practice.Â
You swallow.Â
You should be focusing on that, on the mission. Instead of the utter nonsense that was ricocheting around your head and piercing your heart.Â
I hadnât just been a kiss.Â
You and Poe had gotten together clumsily, three months ago, your normal awkwardness drowned out by so much Polanis Red that you almost couldnât see straight. It had been after the battle of Hurthwen, a nasty dogfight that had everyone hyped up on adrenaline.Â
He had been drunk when he kissed you, you remembered that.Â
Maybe he had thought⌠maybe he had believed he was kissing her instead.Â
It made a lot more sense.Â
Sena was the Green Leader, she was a great pilot. One to be reckoned with. She was kind, she was fun, she was beautiful. She and Poe had joined the resistance together, risen the ranks together. Basically inseparable. Always laughing and joking. She had been in the same squad as Poe, under his command before she was promoted to leading one of her own.Â
They had always been close. Always. Best friends.Â
Sickness bubbled in your throat.Â
You remembered Frizz and Hank talking offhandedly, well before you and Poe were a thing. Both of them sure that Sana and Poe were dating or âknocking bootsâ as Frizz had so elegantly put it.Â
âTwo people can just be friends, you know.â Youâd said, trying to hide your little crush on the commander.Â
âYeah,â Frizz laughed, âBut not them. You seen them together?âÂ
Hank chortled.Â
Nonsense. Youâd brushed it off then. Allowed it to creep into your thoughts when it was dark and the base was quiet. When Poeâs breathing was soft and light behind you, his arm around your waist.Â
Him and Sana just made a lot more sense than him and you.Â
âYeah, but not them. You seen them together?âÂ
Yeah. Now you had.Â
The Harbringer came into view over the horizon. The seemingly endless stretch of desert was cut through in the distance by a fearsome outcrop of crocks, leading up into a field of formidable mountains.Â
Blue 1-4 were already hooked up to the cargo ship, all five hoovering moving together as they flew towards you to meet.Â
You wouldnât have said things were difficult with you and Poe. Well, you wouldnât have said that before. It was complicated for everyone on the base, most staff were on different call schedules, off-world or on a mission at all times. Having a relationship wasnât straightforward. There were stretches where you wouldnât even be on the same planet for days, butâŚ
But you had thought it wasâŚ
It didnât matter.Â
Youâd gone back to the briefing room, just before take off. Youâd wanted to tap the main holoscreen twice, for luck. A little ritual youâd adopted early on. Most pilots were a superstitious bunch.Â
Thatâs when youâd seen them. Sana and Poe. Locked in a tight embrace, their lips pressed together in a deep kiss.Â
Your heartbeat had thundered so loud youâd been surprised they hadnât heard it. But theyâd been too preoccupied to notice your presence.Â
It was cliche but time had almost slowed, calmed and stretched like the moment you take aim, the second before you fired your ship's canons.Â
A flash of the control panel had flickered into your mind when you saw them, your fingers twitching as if you had the trigger in your hands.Â
Youâd turned and left without a sound. Without a word. Without letting them know you saw. Leaving them to⌠whatever they did next.Â
Was it their first kiss? One of many? Had this been going on well before Poe had taken your hand and led you outside so he could clumsily name all the constellations, making up new ones and backstories to make you smile?
âThat one here, you see it?âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âThat oneâs the best one, best in the sky. Itâs orange and itâs right next to that other orange one, like theyâre holding hands.â
Youâd laughed.Â
âThatâs me and you Moonbeam.âÂ
Moonbeam. That stupid nickname.Â
Youâd gone to your room quickly, the one that you and Poe shared, and taken off the necklace heâd given you.Â
âI want you to wear it for luck, Moonbeam.âÂ
That stupid smile heâd given you as heâd slipped it from his own neck and onto yours. That stupid kiss heâd given you after. Youâd thought that expression was cute when youâd seen it, pure. Now it just seemed like heâd been laughing at you, playing some sick joke. âHow long can I string someone along?â, âhow far can I go before they realise itâs all pretend?âÂ
Youâd left the necklace with the ring slipped through on the small set of shelves in the corner, the one Poe normally kept his holopad on.Â
It was idiotic, but your neck felt⌠empty without it. Cold. Every now and then you touched at where the chain normally lay.A subconscious action only brought to the forefront of your mind by the sensation of your own skin instead of metal.Â
Something caught your eye in the distance, a flash of sunlight glinting off the horizon. Dread twisted in your stomach as realisation dawned a second earlier than your scanners. The extra gravitational pressure and high quantity of magnetic metals in the sand affected everyoneâs ship computers, causing a brief information delay.Â
Your alarm sounded out inside your ship, the radar blinking into life as tie fighters approached from the rock outcrop. Theyâd used the high mineral concentration to hide their energy signatures.Â
âFuck.âÂ
The radio screamed into life, orders out pouring over orders. Blue squadron rushed into position while Green scrambled.Â
âBlue in place now!â
âItâs gonna be rushed, but we havenât got a choice!â
âNo time!â âIncoming!â âGreen half split! Evens left, odds right, letâs keep those fighterâs off The Harbringer and Blue squadron! Gamma pattern!âÂ
âHow far away is the Delta?âÂ
âCalling in attack pattern!âÂ
You swing to the right, falling in with Hank and Petal and bank hard, it takes less than a second for you to notice that your squad's movements arenât as precise and well-timed as usual. The stronger gravity throwing everyone, except you, off their game.Â
That didnât bode well.Â
You climb for a second, punching hard on the acceleration to get some height and a clear view of the oncoming and flick on your targeting system. The image glitches, doesnât hold steady even as you focus. Off by half a fraction.Â
Shots fire out from both sides, most missing.
âTargeting not working!â
âItâs out!â
âI canât get a clear shot!â âThe read is malfunctioning!â
âHalf a click 4/8!â You shout, as you take your shot, hitting two tie fighters head-on.Â
âGood shot Green 7!â You can hear the joy and relief in Sanaâs voice. âHalf a click 4/8, youâll all have to manually adjust!âÂ
You dive, swirling around two fighters before skimming close to the ground, trying to draw their attention away from the cargo ship. You spin, slamming your control harder than you would need to in any other situation as you turn and spike past another fighter, taking out one in the process.Â
âWooooo!â Hank yells over the intercom.
You laugh. âBet you never thought you wished you grew up on Para right?âÂ
âEvery day new things surprise me.â He banks left, you right, Petal dives down.Â
Itâs too much of a rush, everything all at once, patterns and shots flying, your shipâs systems screaming as you push the engines a little too hard.Â
The tie fighters arenât moving as fast as they normally do, bogged down even more than the x wings by the gravity. They canât make their normal quick turns and itâs affecting their strike patterns.Â
Good.Â
But thereâs so, so many of them.Â
Explosions fly debris out, and you climb higher. Needing a clear view and unable to rely on your targeting systems.Â
More shots fly out, The Harbringer is taking a battering but so far its shielding is holding the hull together.Â
The radio keeps screaming, overlapping voices that blur into background noise. Youâre trained to only hear your call signal, direct messages. You vear off, narrowingly missing a blast to your wing.Â
â-On my tail.â Frizzâs voice cuts through the noise, a sharp stab of dread slicing you open as you turn, automatically looking to the reader, itâs still not clear.Â
You climb, twist, fall, see a Green ship, followed tightly by two fighters. Accelsorate, bank. You fire. Youâre aiming in a panic now, not adjusting right, not breathing through.Â
The shot hits one, before you have to swerve to avoid being struck head-on.Â
âThanks 7!â Cril yells over the speaker, managing to shake the other fighter.Â
Thereâs a scream, a crackle of sound over the system. A sound you know too well. You see the ship crash into the desert, exploding before it even hits the ground as the a tie fighterâs shots hit home.Â
Frizz.
âNoâŚâÂ
âCheck!â Sana yells, unable to tell who went down with the system glitching. âGreen Leader!â
You swerve around another fighter, everything moving so fast, too fast.
âGreen Two check!â Cril.
âGreen Three check!â Petal.Â
Nothing.Â
âGreen Four!â Sana yells. No call replies. Balna. Not Frizz.Â
The momentary rush of relief at Frizz being alive is cut horribly short by the image of Balnaâs kind face that bursts behind your eyes.Â
You bank left, right, swerve, take aim, twist.Â
Thereâs a chance, a good chance that youâll win. All of Blue is in place, The Harbringer is moving up with them. The tie fighters are taking more hits than the resistance, their less aerodynamic design hampering them more than usual with this gravity.Â
All you need isâŚ
Another alarm.Â
âOh⌠fuck.â You slam on your intercom. âZ-Fighter!âÂ
A chorus of yells answer you.Â
A Z-fighter, a quick moving ship a fraction bigger than The Harbringer, with two powerful front guns. A few shots would take the cargo ship out completely.Â
And with how slow the supply ship was moving, that wouldnât be hard.Â
The Z-fighter storms in, moving fast but not firing, they were obviously having problems with their targeting too, needing a close clear shot.Â
âTake out the main cannons!â Sana yells, the panic in her voice cutting through the chaos. You turn, aim, take out a tie fighter but have to veer up at the last second. Twist.Â
Someone comes in after you, aiming for the cannons, a fighter clips their side and they canât correct quick enough. They spiral off, their ship crashing into the Z-fighter. Obliterated on impact. The Z-fighter seemingly unaffected.Â
You loop back, adrenaline blinding you to everything, anything thatâs not the goal. Take out the canons. Take out the canons. People are counting on you. Take out the canons.Â
You fire, a clear shot before you bank to the side to avoid a direct hit to your hull.Â
Itâs not enough.
You need to pass again, and again. Other x wings flying in, taking shots, the gravity making them slow, imprecise. Only one blast hits and itâs not full on.Youâre the only one hitting directly and itâs not enough.Â
Itâs not enough. Itâs not enough. Itâs not enough.
Thereâs shouting and screaming, the zipping of the fighters as they cut through the sky. Someone yells your name and you donât hear it.Â
Another hit lands. One canon out. Only one left. You can do this. The Harbringer is nearly in the upper atmosphere, they can jump from there. Just a few more seconds. You can do this.
âBlack Leader!â Poeâs call sign cuts over the dim, followed by the call signs of half of the Red Squadron.
They must have scrambled after first contact.Â
The canonâs powering up, a quick glance to your panel tells you that The Harbringerâs shield is barely functioning. They wonât survive a direct hit. With how close they are and the Blue Squadron ships that are attached thereâs no way they wouldnât be pulled down too if The Harbringer fell.Â
The canon needs more than one hit to take it down, more than five. No way you can shoot five times before they fire.Â
You twist, full force. Pumping the acceleration. Fire. Fire. Fire. Three hit. You donât slow down. Fire. Fire. Fire. They hit. The canon is still operational.Â
Sana is screaming orders, so many shots fire at the canon, none of them hit right, hit full on.Â
Two chances left.Â
One to fire. If it takes out the canon you just have enough time to serve up, to avoid getting smashed to bits.Â
Poe shouts for you over the intercom.Â
You donât answer.
One to fire. If it doesnât take out the canon then⌠then you crashing into it head on will.Â
Poe yells again, this time cutting over everyone else, sending you a direct call.Â
You donât answer.
You fire. Hit.Â
Poe screams for you, his voice painful and panicked. Heâs already worked out your plan before you had even thought of it.Â
The canon doesnât go down.Â
You cut the call to him. Blocking out his signal. You donât want Poe to think you did this for him.Â
You donât want him to think you did this because of him.
âGreen Seven!â Sana yells, seemingly knowing what youâre going to do.Â
Hank screams your name over the radio. It hurts. You think itâs the worst sound youâve ever heard.Â
âMoonbeam!â Poeâs voice is ripped raw from yells, Sana has patched him through over her signal. You were wrong. That was the worst sound youâve ever heard.Â
You dip at the last second, not hitting the canon straight on but smashing your right wing into it. The force surprises you, even though you braced for it. The impact sending you spiralling. You try to regain control, try to turn into the spin. Training taking over even though you're a wing and half a ship down.Â
Shouts over the radio, you barely make out-Â
â-cannonâs down-â
â-Jump!-â
A spark hits, your console explodes into flame, shards hit your side and you yell. Sky and sand tumbling over each other over and over, and you manage to hit the eject button.
The force rips you upwards, free briefly from your burning ship. But youâre too close to the floor, not enough time to slow down your velocity. Thereâs-
.
The impact of the ground hurts. Pain explodes along every nerve despite the ejection seat dampening. You scream.Â
Agony is everywhere, everything. You canât feel anything else, canât comprehend anything except floods of pain.Â
You hit your belt, falling out and to the desert floor. Looking up just enough to gauge where you are, where your ship fell. Itâs an exploded, fireball mess far off. At least itâs not an immediate threat. You crawl to the side and sob.Â
Thereâs blood falling into the sand from your head, the right side of your face. You canât see properly out of your eye and your left leg is definitely broken. Shattered. Still, you drag yourself forward, digging your hands in and pulling as something ribs and tears in your side, warm liquid soaking into your fight suit.Â
The resistance will jump to hyperspace, theyâll get out. Theyâll make it.Â
You just needed to get away from your ejection seat, when the First Order doubles back theyâll see it, theyâll see you. You just needed to get to an outcrop. Hide.Â
Make it look like you had a weapon.Â
Make them shoot you first instead of taking you for questioning.Â
Canât let them take you alive.Â
There's the faint sound of a ship somewhere above, landing gear coming down.Â
For a second you freeze, panic gripping your heart, you dig into the sand hard, pull, pull, pull yourself closer towards the outcrop of rocks. The air seems to be leaving your lungs, your breathing ragged and hot.Â
You cough, red hitting the dirt, iron hitting your tongue.Â
You crawl, pull. The pain is making you light-headed. You gasp, trying to get in a full lung full of air. It's not enough. It's not enough. It's not enouâŚ
.
When you open your eyes your first thoughts are simple. Clear.Â
I'm dead.
You were either shot in the head in the sand or simply succumbed to your wounds.Â
But then things begin to feel⌠fuzzy. Not painful, but not right either.
And that's when you smell the Bacta. And then the light starts to change to distorted shapes, and finally, you recognise Hank sitting next to you.
âYou better not be dead too,â you whisper your voice dry from lack of use.Â
Hank jumps up, goes to grab your hand and then stops himself. There are tears in his eyes. He softly places his fingers on yours and you squeeze back.Â
âYou're a fucking idiot you know that?â He grins and you laugh. Which hurts a little, but feels good.Â
âOne sec,â he moves away just to speak to someone outside before he comes back. âI'm the one that picked you up, you know?âÂ
âNow who's the fucking idiot?â You smile but your chest aches, heavy with the weight of his words. âYou shouldn't have done that.â You whisper.Â
âWhat?â
âYou were under fire, you should have just jumped-âÂ
âI saw you eject. Saw you moving. You think I was just gonna leave you there?â He sits. âBesides, I was closest. The commander would have blown up the whole planet to get to you.âÂ
You swallow, turning away slightly. Going cold at the mention of Poe.Â
Hank mistakes the look for guilt, and squeezes your hand again. âHey, look,â he smiles, âyou took out the canons, you're a fucking idiot but you know how to fly in heavy gravity.âÂ
You snort.Â
He smiles.Â
âWho did we lose?âÂ
Hank sighs, âthreeâŚâ
You nod, closing your eyes for a moment.Â
âThere-â
There was shouting from outside, a crash and then Poe stormed into the room, med staff close behind him.
You swallow, sickness building in your throat.
He looked awful, drawn out and worn thin like he hadn't slept or eaten in days. His eyes red.Â
He rushes forward, Hank moves out of the way, so Poe can take your hand in his. He leans forward and kisses you softly, carefully stroking your cheek, being gentle with your bandages.Â
âMoonbeamâŚâ he mutters and you flinch back from him. He looks at you with sad, confused eyes.Â
âLook, I can only allow one visitor in here.â The med staff member says.
Hank stands, and speaks when you frown. âI'll see you later, Poeâs the one that hasn't left your side. The only reason he wasn't here when you woke was because I made him go take a shower.â Hank smiled, âyou can thank me for that later.âÂ
Both you and Poe are quiet as the others leave. Poe searching your face for something, while you look away.Â
âMoonbeam,â he says again softly, but there's an edge to his words that you're not used to. âWhat the fuck happened on that mission? What the fuck is this?â He holds up his hand, his necklace and ring wrapped around his palm. His eyes are shiny as he speaks. âWere you trying to kill yourself? What the fu-â
âPoe,â you breathe. Best to get it over quickly. âI saw.â
He frowns. âSaw? Saw what?âÂ
âYou and Sana, in the briefing room⌠before take off.âÂ
The small frown on his forehead relaxes slightly for a moment as his eyebrows raise. âYou⌠saw?âÂ
You nod.Â
âYou, but, I didnât see you when I pushed her away?â His voice cracks at the end, a splinter running into the muscle of your heart.Â
âYou pushed her away?âÂ
âYou didnât see that?â He frowns again, blinking hard, âyou just, just saw and walked away and what? Took this off?â He holds up the necklace again. A tear falls from his eye and he rubs it away furiously as if it had scorched his skin. âJust, just left it and⌠andâŚâÂ
âI didnât know you didnât want itâŚâ You say quietly, emotion is making your chest tight and constricted. âI didnât know you didnât want herâŚâ
âWhat?â He breathes, moving closer and squeezing your hand. Thereâs disbelief in his voice, confusion. Anger, itâs deep down and controlled but itâs there. âNo, look, she kissed me. I pushed her away, I, I even logged a report, Iâll pull up the god damned camera feed to show you.âÂ
Heâs not lying. His gaze is unwavering and heâs got that painfully earnest look in his eyes.Â
âYou thoughtâŚâ he shakes his head slightly, his voice pained, âyou thought Iâd-â
âYou both make sense together.â You blurt out. âSheâs⌠and youâreâŚâ you shrug and sigh, on the verge of tears yourself. âYouâre both the best of us.â
âNo,â he shakes his head fiercely, âMoonbeam, no.â He wipes roughly at his eyes again, glancing down for a moment and you lightly touch his head.Â
He looks up instantly as you stroke his curls, still lightly damp.Â
âIâm sorry.â You whisper.
Poe shakes his head again, grabbing your hand and kissing your wrist. âIâm sorry.â He kicks off his shoes and clambers into bed next to you a little awkwardly. Heâs trying to be careful, trying not to hurt you but needing closeness so badly itâs suffocating.Â
You scooch to the side as quickly as you can in your current state and lean into him as he wraps his body around you softly and kisses you sweetly.Â
âLove you, love you, love you,â he repeats after every kiss, pressing his lips to every part of your skin that he can reach.
âWhy are you sorry?â You mutter as he holds you, âIâm the one that messed up.â
He shakes his head, âIâm sorry that I donât make you realise how special you are, how perfect.â He kisses your cheek, âyouâre the best of us Moonbeam.âÂ
You tut but his grip tightens and he holds you tight.Â
âAnd one hell of a pilot.â He grins.Â
You scoff.Â
âYou are.â He kisses you again.Â
You nuzzle against him, settling into his touch. Knots have formed in your chest, pain thatâs loosening. His warmth is comforting. Home.Â
âSana said she didnât know I was in a relationship,â he says softly, resting his chin on the top of your head. âI donât know if thatâs true, but⌠I do believe her.âÂ
You nod. âSheâs a good person.â
He moves so he can look you in the eyes. âPlease, Moonbeam, I⌠donât,â he bites his tongue, closing his eyes for a long second. âI want to tell you, I want to say, donât ever do something like that again⌠donât⌠donât put yourself at risk.âÂ
You touch his cheek lightly.Â
âBut itâs not fair is it?â He smiles sadly. âWe both do that every day⌠You know you were gonna be in my squadron at first?âÂ
You shake your head in surprise and he nods.
âYou were, but⌠well,â he blushes ever so slightly. âI was so embarrassingly head over heels in love with you,â he laughs lightly. âFor months I could hardly talk to you, you know I had to down five Polanis Redâs in a row after Hurthwen just so I could ask you out? I knew I wouldnât be able to function right if you were in my squad. I knew that Iâd put everyone else at risk because if it came down to it⌠if there was a choice between everyone in the squad dying, everyone on the base, or you⌠Iâd let the resistance burn instead of lose you. Every single time.âÂ
You close your eyes, fighting the emotion that needs to break through and squeeze his hand like a lifeline. âI love you.â You whisper.Â
Your fingertips brush against the necklace, the ring hooking around the first knuckle of your index finger by chance.Â
Poe slowly moves his hand from yours and unwinds the necklace from his palm before carefully placing it over your head, giving you plenty of time to move away if you wanted.Â
âI love you Moonbeam,â he mutters, his voice low, reverent. Then leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back with all your heart.Â
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i love Sungchan down, but i feel like he's the greatest contender for the "hot, but toxic ex" trope. like he was the woooorst boyfriend ever. i'm talking his toxicity was at its PEAK while y'all were dating. he made you stop seeing your friends bc they were "bad influences", so you only ever spent time with him. actually, you weren't allowed to talk to anyone that wasn't him. even when hanging out with his friends, he got pissed when you even looked their way. you never minded bc he was always so sweet and fucked you so good and said i love you every day.
that was until you caught Sungchan making out with some random girl at a party after he left you alone. you were so angry, but all you could do was cry as he apologized. you two practically lived together at this point, so you had to go home with him. he apologized that night in bed with what was probably the best sex of your life. you forgave him that same night. it took you 3 months to finally break up with him and 5 months to finally get over him. you went out with your friends to celebrate being over him. of course, your luck didn't last long.
when you spotted Sungchan across the club, a cold chill ran up your spine. you hated to admit how good he looked. you tried your best to ignore him as he walked over. he was a lot harder to ignore as he towered above you. he sounded like a broken record repeating how sorry he was and how much he missed and loved you. you acted like you couldn't hear him over the blaring music even though you heard him loud and clear. Sungchan pulled you into the bathroom to talk, but you knew deep down deep in your pussy that there wouldn't be much talking.
his apology lasted all but 5 minutes before he had you bent over the sink, your tight dress pulled up over your ass. it was hard to remember all the awful shit he had done when his hands were gripping your hits so tight. you didn't care about how he cheated on you as he fucked you nearly to tears. that was the first of many apologies from Sungchan that you hid from your friends. every time he apologized, he gained a little bit of your heart back.
-đ (shout out to bad idea! by girl in red and bad idea Right? by Olivia Rodrigo for having simlar titles and topics and giving me toxic!ex brain rot đ)
im so super extremely late replying to this but i LOVE the toxic riize trainâŚ
it would be so hard to ignore him, not only for your lack of self restraint when it comes to sungchan but also for him knowing exactly what buttons to press and he's just so hot and so big how could you ignore him. after him bugging you for 10 minutes you finally give into him because maybe if you pretend to hear him out he'll leave you alone. the both of you were a bit drunk, not enough for you to not be aware of your surroundings, but just enough for you to make some not so smart decisions. that's how you end up in the club bathroom.
he pulled all the strings.
i miss you so much. im so sorry, i never wanted to hurt you. give me another chance. ive changed. i want us to be together. i'll be better for you. i want to have a family with you. will you forgive me? will you give us another shot?
all you could do was weakly nod your head, drunk and horny because god, it was so hard to listen to anything he said when he looked like that. maybe he did change, maybe you could give him a chance. but everything had to kept secret because if your friends found out you were fucking your ex who had you quite literally crying and throwing up? you'd get called stupid in every language.
sungchan would fuck you harder than he ever had in that club bathroom leaving you dizzy and unable to walk, so like the gentleman he is he offered to carry you and take you home. (where he would fuck you again)
he would say sorry over and over, and it became a reoccurring thing of him coming over, giving you the fuck of your life until you decided to take him a little bit serious. and if you two get back together it was a secret for the longest time until you were 100% sure you didnât make a mistake giving him another chance </3
#toniiswrld đ#riize hard hours#toniiswrldâhard hours#sungchan hard hours#Ëâŕźâ§âË.đ anon
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Okay I watched the devils chord now so some thoughts and moments under the cut
S14e03 "the devil's chord" doctor who spoilers
-knocking from inside a piano after someone played a tritone is actually the coolest fucking entrance
-"Henry, get away from him" "Them." "What" "Me." "What." "Im - them" "Youre who?" "YOure who"
-"But its SOOO SAAAAAD, TIMOTYYYY"
Half of this is actually just the way maestro says things it DOES something to me
-NEW DOCTOR WHO INTRO MUSIC VARIANT!!!
ANd its playing on the JUKEBOX
-"that. is. AMAZING!" "OH WAIT SERIOUSLY?" "OOUHH! PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY THE TITANIC! OR MARS! OR BETLEHEM!! But the BEATLEEEEEEES! WhY have I never done thAt before?"
-the way theyre walking around the tardis after changing. California soul in the background. Im in love theyre having so much fun.
-"nineteen sixty thrEEHEHEHEY!"
-fun and humming conga line music on a zebra crossing. Im in LOVE
-"How do we get in? Wont they ask who we are?" "ngE"
-the way 15 and ruby giggle.
-"Ive got a dog and hes called fred"
-"You take John Lennon Ill take Paul McCartney"
-susan mentioned. One referenced. I miss them. Also susan is not dead. I dont care if she never turns up again. She is not dead because I said so.
-something about the way 15 leans on the wall and looks at the city while ruby plays
-the orchestra tuning in on her playing after a while. Maybe its cause Im so happy theres new doctor who but I got goosebumps
-the arpeggio giggle oh my god I LOVE IT
-the tuning fork??? Even ignoring the gorgeous outfit the TUNING FORK???
-at this point I wanted to look if there was a german dub (cause thats my native language). There wasnt. But there was a czech dub, and Im half czech. So I turned that on for a second. And let me tell you, Maestros voics in the czech dub?? Once again. I am IN LOVE.
-sincr when can the sonic just turn off sound
-the workaround with the water was actually great
-i couldnt take "i dont know, Ruby, that is the point, I dont. know." "BUT YOU ALWAYS KNOW-" "I DONT. " seriously cause ruby basically just met him. And literally just last ep he didnt know things. This moment doesnt hit because the first part doesnt ring true yet. I think thats my general problem?? I LOVE ruby and 15 but theyre so familiar and close and stuff but theyve known each other for a VERY SHORT real time, considering this ep supposedly comes directly after the last and the last literally starts directly after she entered the tardis.
-"i was born in 2004" that feels fake cause my best friend was born in 2004. Theres no way youre only 2 years older and youre a doctor who companion and Im just a sad dude
-i will be honest I was very much very disappointed by the fact we actually got to see the destroyed future. I totally expected she comes back in crying or something and we have to fill in the gap. Instead we see cgi broken london. BUT that allowed for maestros fucking iconic entrance with the shoe shot so I am not mad
-maestro being the toymakers child works surprisingly well thats lots of fun
-the way maestro lay on the piano? Iconic. Absolutely iconic. I love them. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Camp af. Fun. Pure. I-co-nic.
-more maestro saying things in the greatest fucking way possible:
-"Im going sOlO. :D"
THEIR FACIAL EXPRESSION??
-"A gEnius đ"
-"I sAid gEniuSss. And you might be brIght. And hot. And... (dun-dun-dun) timey-wImey"
That totally got me I replayed this like 10 times instead of continueing to watch the ep. I can only repeat myself: In. Love.
-tardis with the lights out?? GORGEOUS. My eyes have been blessed. Beautiful. I love her so much shes my everything.
-"Im sorry im sorry *kiss kiss*. Dont hate me"
the way he apologises to her tardis and the doctor forever
-when they got out of the tardis he said something in a different language. The subtitles say its turkish. Does anyone know what he said?
-"I thought that was non-diegetic"
First: iconic that the score was actually heard in universe. Love it. Great idea. You totally get me with that.
Secondly: does that line imply the doctor always hears the score? Cause he said HE thought it was non-diegetic. Does he hear his own themes? Does it ruin emotional moments? If hes doing a speech does it distract him?
-"Playing love-sick sOngs for heartbroken lesbians, and thAt just makes me hungry for all those delicious songs"
-they had a music battle. They had a music battle with personified music and basically won. Not only that. Personified music actually said the words "mUsic bAttle". So stupid. Maybe I love it.
-no matter what I think of the idea of a music battle with personified music, the actual music battle was so much fun to watch. I loved it. Im gonna rewatch it.
-"Ive experienced everything"
No you havent thats the point. Im actually mad at that line. No he hasnt. The reason he travels is to find whatever he hasnt experienced yet. Literally JUST LAST EP he was completely baffled by the space babies and the bogeyman. This ep he was overwhelmed by the stolen music. He has experience ALOT, possibly more than anyone before him, but not everything. Never everything.
-honestly i think its rude to call this a beatles episode when they were basically not in it at all. Ian listened to the beatles back in classic who and they looked at a concert and the presence of the beatles in that episode is almost bigger to me than them in this ep.
-the musical number at the end. So stupid. So silly. I love it. Thats insane. But fun. But stupid. But fun. Also hello Henry Arbinger looking at the musical number
-was the rain during the musical number for real? Where'd it come from?? They were INSIDE. Was that just for the fun time? Because the snow in space babies was important.
-the zebra crossing making music. Im in love. I wanna. I want to dance on it too. So much fun. The stripes are even glowing.
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more hlvrai x yume nikki au stuff!!!
this post is gonna have a lot more text than my usual posts. so sorry if you don't want that.
so people seemed to really like my idea (which is really unexpected !! i didn't expect it to gain any attention at all!!! but its also super awesome and im so glad they do!!) so ive been brainstorming a little bit.
heads up i know yume nikki is a very ambiguous game but im pretty new to it so if i happen to get any established information wrong please let me know !? ty !!
anyways. before we do the effects. please take some sprites.
(body horror ((multiple eyes, messed up limbs, gunshot sounds)) under the cut!!! pls stay safe !!! ) (also a huge lore dump. sorry!)
id think this au takes place in a universe where the resonance cascade was real (aka not a game or simulation) and it'd be like, maybe a few months after it. gordon is traumatized as hell and it haunts his subconscious to the point he feels the need to isolate himself completely. he relives his trauma through eerily consistent dream worlds and then dies on a random tuesday. credits roll. audience cheers. wonderful story.
the vision for the sprites is that tommy functions as a "friendly" npc (like monoko and the other girl i forget the name of please forgive me) and benrey functions as poniko, uboa being "xenrey" or essentially messed up alien benrey (the weird...white...blood....world...room...uboa takes you to when you interact with it is simply replaced by xen. that's it. benreys house is a direct gateway to that time gordon fought god and won and isn't that amazing.)
i might remake the "uboa" sprite in the future because i don't really like it right now. im very new to pixel art and imitating YMNK's style is a little hard.
i like to think this imaginary game would have the teensiest tiny bit of dialogue, only when interacting with benrey. when you interact with his "regular" form, he says "you're not supposed to be here." and repeats it every time you interact, not saying anything else.
i know one of the biggest things that makes yume nikki stand out is its lack of dialogue, but listen, i think it would work well!!! seeing as this is the only time a character actually talks to gordon through understandable dialogue (unless i come up with something else!! haha) i think it would be confusing and throw players off because it breaks the pattern of being either ignored or silently acknowledged. someone talking directly to you after hours of isolation is confusing and unpredictable. which is what benrey is. confusing as hell!
im not sure what function tommy would offer, if any, i kinda want him to maybe give gordon an effect (soda effect could work?)
i dont think he'd bring any jumpscares or intentionally unsettling things to the table. seeing as he was the only one by gordon's side when the rest of the team proved itself to be a threat, i think it's logical he'd remember tommy in a warmer light than the others- which is reflected in how instead of unsettling or ignoring gordom, dream tommy simply smiles and gives him the ability to drink a soda any time. soda effect.
does this soda effect make you see faster like tommy said?
as much as i'd love to, no. probably not. because i have no idea what the hell seeing faster means.
maybe you can get a caffeine overdose. if you spam 1 enough times you will get very fast for as long as the soda effect is on. like the bycicle effect, but better, because you can taste it!
but no, it won't help you see faster. i don't know how to translate that sentence into understandable english.
now, coomer and bubby!!!! i apologize very deeply for i have not made sprites for them yet. i promise i will!!! it's just very late today and if i draw anything else i will actually just pass out.
im not very sure what i want for them yet. i think theyd be similar to tommy, but they'd have different functions. maybe they all give gordon different effects. or maybe they scare him! i dunno, i feel like there'd be a certain level of distrust from gordon to the old guys, like, of course he doesn't hate them but itd be hard to remember them super kindly and harmlessly when one of them ruthlessly tried to murder you with 300 clones of himself and the other tricked you into an ambush that cost you your arm, as much as you love them.
also!!! i completely forgot gordon lost an arm when i made his sprite. oops. it's okay its just a very realistic prosthetic
anyways. this post is getting too long so i think I'll save the boomer talk for when i actually post their sprites. its time for EFFECTS !!
i haven't been able to come up with many words yet. but i have some effects and a slight idea of how gordon would earn them.
concept art is beautiful
from left to right (because my handwriting is absolutely hideous!)
SODA - earned by interacting with TOMMY. wherever tommy is??? i dunno! pressing 1 will make gordon drink the soda and earn a temporary speed boost.
CAR??? - part of me really wants to rename this one but it's so funny to me i want to keep it. it's just a car. he literally just whips out a car and starts driving. what a legend. this effect lets him get across water areas faster (even faster than the soda!)
LONG HAIR - literally just gives him long hair. there is no practical use for this. nothing will happen. it just gives him long hair. isnt he beautiful.
ARM - earned by interacting with a dismembered arm found... somewhere.... probably some dark room. you know that effect where madotsuki literally just becomes a head? yeah. this is that but it's an arm because of course it is. this is an opportunity and i will not give it up. there is no use for this either. it just makes him a slow sad lonely arm.
MINIGUN - found by interacting with a certain object in POTION !! WORLD !! YEAHHH!! DARNOLD REFERENCE !!! pressing 1 will let you shoot the hell out of your enemies and make them pay for their sins
SWEET VOICE - found by interacting with any of the orbs in COLOR WORLD. 1 will allow gordon to song a beautiful, colorful song that will soothe any npcs he might have angered and make them stop trying to murder him.
POWERLEGS - MAYBE given by coomer npc? idk! this is all brainstorming and a work in progress! 1 makes gordon jump real high, allowing him to reach otherwise unaccessible areas
GHOST - ghost. he's a ghost. he's transparent. he flies. 1 makes him do a little ooooo noise and all the npcs run away from him because the place is haunted. ghost.
GLASSES - literally just pick up some glasses from the floor. putting them on will uncover a few hidden details across the map that may be necessary for progress ... like a very small and specific set of stairs
SMALL - makes gordon very small. i thought the original effect was super fun so i just kept it unchanged. small gordon. he can clone himself and make a gordon army. small. im thinking he finds it thru a coomer clone that is abnormally small. he interacts. small effect. small!
SHORT HAIR - literally just short hair. gordon can't seem to pick a haircut!
UMBRELLA - ...umbrella. makes it rain. shelters gordon from the rain at the same time. can be used for the same purpose it has in yume nikki which is putting out fires or stopping pre-existing rain.
there's supposed to be more effects and i still need to plan all the worlds and hidden rooms but ........ maybe when the sun is out and i have slept and i can think better !!! let me know whatever suggestions or ideas you guys have. i love hearing them a lot ^_^ thank you if you read all of this!! i promise hlvrai animations are not over this is just an au that has temporarily taken over its okay my content is not changing to yume nikki hlvrai only
gordon no
2023.07.27
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very normal queenkaard headcanons (1/2)
sorry this has to be a 2 parter cuz. i legitimately could not fit the entire thing in here
I totally dont have problems /s Yippee rou headcanons that make no amount of sense and that i wont explain!! For rou ive probably repeated some of these as, the list is very. long. He takes good care of his hair He likes pirates a very normal amount He hast adhd Rou very frequently forgets his accent around Queen He disregards his health in all aspects, a lot He uh. Eats raw meat- i dont know why i added this tbh, maybe its cuz i gave him sharp teeth He constantly wears Queens sweaters n stuff Ok ive seen this hc like. 3 times, but he can play piano He doesnt really, find himself worthy of much at all. Unless his worth is âgivenâ to him by other people he doesnt believe he can give himself any sort of hint of being more than a laughing stock He has heterochromia He is. Always sleepy I have an entire list of things he would try and eat, theres like 30 things on there He smells like rainwater or coffee He does that thing ferrets do, where they like dont wake up when you try n wake them but they arent dead He either doesnt know how to cook at all and will set the kitchen on fire or he knows how to cook very well cuz malewife He is either a fucking god or just this silly little guy everyone laughs at He make bug noises Yeah he can blep, the entire family (lancer, queen, rou) can!! He hates King (hes just like me fr) He hates being alone, ironic cuz he lives alone but lancer visited him, and then ofc que appeared and ghhhsjhrenerggjfr Why did i add this wth, he has hydroreceptors or smth He doesnt have bones, why would he?? He can melt into a little Rou puddle He likes to snuggle up to que all the time, and for the most part immedietly reciprocates any affection he gets from her Im torn between if he can down an entire bottle of that psycho serum hot sauce shit and not feel a thing or eat one taki and die He calls Que âschĂśnesâ a lot (basically means beautiful in german) He cant stand sweet things/overly sugary things, but he does like black licorice and cinnamon candies He has memorized how to play a lot of card games, and in Card Castle would often play said games with Lancer
He prolly has to ask every like. 3 seconds what the fuck Que is saying cuz her frequent use of internet slang Rouxls gets swooned when Queen, yknow? He very rarely gets positive attention, so he normalized (kinda glorified) negative attention in his head, but ofc que andnshujrfhrhrghkrgh and basically he kind of always wants her attention cuz he knows she wont be.. A dickhead- If he got positive. Affection. He would cry He probably likes Will WoodHas the possibility of being emo when teenager Very rarely gets sleep, either temp insomnia or just forcing himself to stay up Im not too sure abt this one, but what if, jelly organs His posture is terrible, he looks like a blue shrimp when he sits Awwww the scrunkly đĽ°đĽşđĽşđĽş double tap if youd scrunkly the when đ (imsorry) He can kinda mold his skin- cuz yknow⌠slimeâŚ. But he can only do it for a short period of time I have a list of blue moths, aka Rouxls moths I maybe partially imagine his mother is a crunchy mom and thats one of the sources for his problems He often misjudges how loud he is, so he could be talking like. To what seems to him as yelling but it seems very neutral to everyone else. And what he imagines neutral in his head is very quiet- that makes no sense Rou prolly has agoraphobia, like a lot of phobias tbh Ok time for huge block of text: he has a lot of mental illnesses tbh (oemgee hes just liek me-) but he tries to push them into obscurity, which isnt healthy at all!! What a surprise. But im unsure of whether or not mental help would exist in Castle Town, so he doesnt really know what hes doing is really fucking bad, he doesnt really tell anyone, and he also cant get help for his mental problems. He constantly tries to ignore his problems, using either an unhealthy or very rarely healthy . ignoring?? Mechanism????? Thats not the right term but whatever. Like any, bottled up mental problem, he sometimes lashes out. But he feels really horrible afterwards, he doesnt do anything detrimental but like yeah.. anywaye I dont think mental health problems would be stigmatized in castle town, but considering Rouxls is well. Rouxls. its more likely for people to immediately form a bias against him for something that if he was anyone else, they wouldnt hold said bias. hypocritical but common, some people who stay by their beliefs wont but like i said, its common for people to hold something over someone they dont likes head that they otherwise have said they hold no negative opinions on. I drew him in, Lady Demistrescus dress once. I now expect more people to draw him in that /j Whenever he tries to get back into the hobbies he originally gave up on, hes always quite scared of messing up his hair (at least with hobbies that can. Do that- like painting) so yippee bun rouxls He has a list of his favorite moths, almost every moth you can find is on there He has probably gotten a nose bleed so bad hes passed out. This has also probably happened multiple times He is transmasc, transfemm, and enby at the same time He loves doing his makeup <33 He sometimes, gets dressed all nice somedays even when he has nothing to do. He just âwants to feel prettyâ yknow
He eats kitkats the immoral way He may have a heart chamber, but as much as i love adding bug aspects to characters i like im unsure if i want to keep this headcanon
#queen deltarune#rouxls kaard#deltarune#headcanons#deltarune headcanon#i have problems#im not even done with the rou headcanons#queenkaard
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thanks for the review! lol it's funny you say haegeum felt like a daechwita wannabe because yoongi said he was afraid of that. he didn't want anyone to think he was trying to capitalize on the success of daechwita. the title songs for the agust d trilogy are just meant to be connected and he composed haegeum around the same time as daechwita.
for amygdala, the repeating 'my amygdala' is so full of pain, especially when I saw the live performance, it captivated me form the beginning. he put his all into it.
i think with the singing on this album, i don't think he has all that much confidence in his singing, so much as him singing it makes it more personal. and the vocal processing on the singing that sort of makes it fit into the song goes so well with his voice. idk, i think his singing is very well placed. like, for the songs where a real singer is needed, there is a singer featured. but those songs where the vocals needed wouldn't end up raw due to the needs of the song, he knew his singing would be good enough for that, because it is. he knows he's not a singer, that much has been made clear by him, but he does seem to like to experiment with it anyway.
for me, d-day is his best work, but i liked hearing your thoughts on it. i get that not all of it is for you, we don't all enjoy the same things. j-hope has indeed not had a bad verse in his life lol
ok I really liked reading this ask, thank you!! I really enjoyed reading your thoughts and it made me wanna listen with your takes in mind. so im going to give you my live reaction to me re-listening to the album
D-day: still a bop actually, its good
Haegeum: i didnt know he said that about haegeum, thats funny, thanks for telling me! I still think haegeum is not as strong as daechwita but its good and its funny that he made it around the same time as daechwita. its a bop tbh and gets better if I dont compare it to daechwita lol. the MV (havent watched it since release tho lol) doesnt really have its own distinct feeling imo which is what makes it feel more like daechwita copycat.-.
HUH?!: yoongi channeling his UGH! energyyy epiiiiiiic. I love how this song doesnt have a like clear like "payoff" or climax or drop or whatever its called its epic.
AMYGDALA: I like the refrain a lot. also the "save me from here, hurry and get me out of here, yeah yeah" part </3 <3 ive seen clips of his live performance of this actually, and ah I feel like, I wasnt not a part of it? like the rest of armys were. like I could see this strong catharsis happening by I was just watching from the sidelines. which feels a bit bad I guess considering his previous music, like the last really really touched me. I dont actually think that his singing is the thing I mind really about this song, like I think it works. I just think the word amygdala specifically to me stands out a bit too much, it's a bit strange to use like this just repeating it, it holds no meaning like that and makes the pain he feels feel out of nowhere is my opinion, but if I ignore that I can totally understand what you mean. this song is very full of emotion and pain. the verses are ok but not great
SDL: same as amygdala I still find the "title lyric" a bit strange, cant really turn it off to appreciate the song unfortunately. his singing again is okay but I can never stop thinking he sounds like a teenage boy going through puberty when he sings, im really sorry that sounds so mean. but its true:/ but him singing does make it more personal like you said and gives the songs a bigger emotional impact. I get everything you said about his singing! I just feel like its a bit much like feel like theres a thing as too much rawness too
People pt. 2: puberty voice again in the so far away part:/.....and pls iu's lyrics, still feels like nonsense guide lyric they couldnt be bothered to change
Polar night: LOVEEE this song
Snooze: ok so first of all I loveeeee woosungs voice so much I am a fan of his vocals, ive listened a bit to the rose and his vocals are so good ive always thought so. its so full of emotion ahhhh I love it so much. so I loved him featuring on this! and this is a good song, yes. also I love violin its my second favorite instrument after piano
Life goes on: I think this is the song that threw me off about the whole album lol. I was never a fan of yoongis rap part in life goes on in the first place, and this song also has a lot of singing from him that I dont like, as well as the to me meaningless repetition of "life goes on". I think to repeat a phrase or word in a song it has to either slap sonically and/or hold a meaning that you can really feel. this has neither for me. booh
Conclusion: This is probably a really good album and I can understand why you like it so much. I am however a super picky person so the smallest things can bug me a lot lol and turn me off of a whole thing even if it's good otherwise. But also none of these songs really stood out to me personally, neither lyrically nor musically/sonically, in a way that made me wanna listen over and over. like none of them didnt really stick to my brain. Which is only a personal taste thing! im glad you liked it tho!
also listening to some of these songs again made me remember they are quite good, none are overwhelmingly good for me personally but d-day and haegeum is a vibe, and huh is fucking good actually?! amygdala is not as bad as I thought, snooze was also better than I remember. couldve done without sdl, people pt2 and LGO tho sorry:/ and even the songs I like still lack the power that I usually correlate with agust d.
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good morning/day/evening, my lovely angel!! youre soso sweet and cute i cant TT 'i was bummed out i couldnt write' its ok dont worry about me! your comfort is the thing that matters the most! give yourself time. 'i havent written in 2 days' its ok. i cant state but do you think it may be burning out? bc you work really hard and have lots of work beside writing. you really owe nothing to anyone. ill repeat it as many times as i need. bc you do great, you study, do covers, you do a lot. thats more than great! you still worth the world and let down noone. and if anyone have the guts to say otherwise, i can have their tongue. you are the priority. if you dont feel like writing, maybe you shouldnt force yourself to do it to even lessen your minds ability to do it rn. give yourself time. tumblrs nothing when it comes to your mental powers. i dont remember if you say smth about 'kiss it better' later but id talk abt it here. i hope things will get better for you. hope your manifest works really well and ability to do creative things cutie. its very comforting. hope you enjoyed writing it. also the whole concept made me remember the song 'guard you' by young k. its just the most comforting song for me. its released on my bday but for some reason i ignored it for months? ill never forgive this. its really good to have someone to take care of you and 'guard you'. even if im not next to you, remember im always here for you and will always support you. 'i have to keep making art. i cant stop' its great if you cant and feel like it. but please dont force and overwork yourself. you are still you if you currently dont have strength to make art. 'i do love his name' your love for masc feminine names is so adorable TT hes not completely CRINGE meme but not a kind(?) meme either. its difficult to explain esp with how humor here is but yes. 'why didnt you put an episode number' i watched it like.. 2 years ago. you think i remember? im a grandcat myself. i need to do a research for it. maybe at weekends (basically its saturday even here rn but nvm). first epp with matt smith is pretty touching esp with karen gillah and a little drama they have but i also like peter capaldis doctor. esp the beginning of his era. well see. and i never watched davids seasons TT im sorry but its true, cant help you here. 'if i cant write this rn' and hows it? 'poor bb girl witch' nooo she shouldnt feel like it TT the point is she loves her love more than she loves the very daemon. 'sounds tiring' reasonable. ig it can be said abt all my ideas. btw, wfal isnt tiring you? or like a burden? ik you dont like writing long things so im kinds worried now. 'i need a cleanse fic' is it kiss it better? anyway do wild girl! 'but iâll listen to it later' did you listen to it?... im not making you, just interested ghdjfj. also! ive only learnt abt 'Running up That Hill' by Kate Bush (in another witchy playlist...) and 1) i LOVE it sm her voice and the way of singing is so enchanting? 2) it gives me waiting for a lifetime vibes.. yeah its origin meaning isnt exactly abt it but its the magic of art isnt it? the opportunity to interpret it however you want. and the deal with god pretty much reminds me of the au. 'youâve got such a beautiful brain' thanks TT take it after my catmom. ive got lots of things to do for the exams but my mental state has only allowed me to watch videos with kitties, cry cats and dogs and listen to this song of kate for the past week. theres the one i cried hardest over (subjectively) and theres the one i cried hardest (objectively). theyre just cute if you ever feel like it. and HEs so tiny i SCREAMED. thats it. just cute vids to bring your mood up. how are you? whats the weather like? hope you are or will soon do great. have a nice day/evening/night! ill try to find an episode and write down some ideas, maybe youll find some inspiration in them. good luck with all the hw and assignments! take care! love you<С *freezy kisses for you to not burn in your weather*
hello my love <3 <3 <3
meow meow muning <3
good morning/day/evening, my lovely angel!! youre soso sweet and cute i cant TT
wait why am i so sweet? what did i do?
anyway LOOOK I GOT A NEW OUTFIT FOR LISA!!!
here she is normally
that's all.
'i was bummed out i couldnt write' its ok dont worry about me! your comfort is the thing that matters the most! give yourself time.
T_T but i love you
'i havent written in 2 days' its ok. i cant state but do you think it may be burning out?
T_T ... i think youre right. T_T
bc you work really hard and have lots of work beside writing. you really owe nothing to anyone. ill repeat it as many times as i need. bc you do great, you study, do covers, you do a lot. thats more than great! you still worth the world and let down noone. and if anyone have the guts to say otherwise, i can have their tongue. you are the priority. if you dont feel like writing, maybe you shouldnt force yourself to do it to even lessen your minds ability to do it rn. give yourself time. tumblrs nothing when it comes to your mental powers.
thank you. this means a lot to me to hear this. you dont know how very much your words mean to me.
i want to write. but i cant. i want to write ideas outside my reqs but also i want to make reqs but also i cant. i dont know
i dont remember if you say smth about 'kiss it better' later but id talk abt it here. i hope things will get better for you. hope your manifest works really well and ability to do creative things cutie. its very comforting. hope you enjoyed writing it.
i dont know if i enjoyed writing it but while rereading it i was like 'damn im really good at writing' i hope i get out of this hitch T_T
also the whole concept made me remember the song 'guard you' by young k. its just the most comforting song for me. its released on my bday but for some reason i ignored it for months? ill never forgive this. its really good to have someone to take care of you and 'guard you'. even if im not next to you, remember im always here for you and will always support you.
omg this was yonks parting gift before enlisting. (i call young-k yonk cos thats what it reads like yonk HAHHAH) im so touched that you feel this way towards me T_T i feel the same for you. lol its so funny you ignored it but ended up loving it HAHAH. i want a hug from you for real i want to cry.
'i have to keep making art. i cant stop' its great if you cant and feel like it. but please dont force and overwork yourself. you are still you if you currently dont have strength to make art.
T_T i want a hug. i dont know if im forcing myself but maybe youre right i should stop T_T
'i do love his name' your love for masc feminine names is so adorable TT hes not completely CRINGE meme but not a kind(?) meme either. its difficult to explain esp with how humor here is but yes.
i have nothing else to say about him so heres him with a dog <3 i love the dog dog <3
'why didnt you put an episode number' i watched it like.. 2 years ago. you think i remember? im a grandcat myself. i need to do a research for it. maybe at weekends (basically its saturday even here rn but nvm).
grandcat T_T it ok i just assumed you had an episode in mind. you dont have to research
first epp with matt smith is pretty touching esp with karen gillah and a little drama they have
i'll watch that!
but i also like peter capaldis doctor. esp the beginning of his era.
ive seen crack edits of jenna coleman and him and i kinda wanna watch his too
well see. and i never watched davids seasons TT im sorry but its true, cant help you here.
LOL HAHHAH thats fine thank you anyway i love you
'if i cant write this rn' and hows it?
T_T i cant write it im sorry
'poor bb girl witch' nooo she shouldnt feel like it TT the point is she loves her love more than she loves the very daemon.
She loves her love for daemon more than daemon himself? or daemon lovers her more than daemon ???
'sounds tiring' reasonable. ig it can be said abt all my ideas.
its not your idea that tiring its the idea of writing that tires me. baby i love your ideas T_T please stop exploding on yourself
btw, wfal isnt tiring you? or like a burden? ik you dont like writing long things so im kinds worried now.
đ gee. i literally make mood boards for it, i wonder if its tiring. well ok enough sarcasm, it is very much laborious but its a labor of love. i have not enjoyed writing a... series in a long time. its not a burden. i promise you i will stop writing that fic once i feel like im done with it. i was partially joking about ending i at p5 but i do hope i manage to keep it short T_T asfhs/flhsd
'i need a cleanse fic' is it kiss it better? anyway do wild girl!
it was. but idk if i was cleansed
'but iâll listen to it later' did you listen to it?... im not making you, just interested ghdjfj.
i listened to the first part of the first song and i ejected i dont remember why but i guess i didnt like the vibe T_T
also! ive only learnt abt 'Running up That Hill' by Kate Bush (in another witchy playlist...) and 1) i LOVE it sm her voice and the way of singing is so enchanting? 2) it gives me waiting for a lifetime vibes.. yeah its origin meaning isnt exactly abt it but its the magic of art isnt it? the opportunity to interpret it however you want. and the deal with god pretty much reminds me of the au.
ive listened to this song before. she does have a very strong and enchanting voice. im honored that my fic reminds you things T_T thats so sweet and so nice of you. im honored to have such an impact on you <3
'youâve got such a beautiful brain' thanks TT take it after my catmom. ive got lots of things to do for the exams but my mental state has only allowed me to watch videos with kitties, cry cats and dogs and listen to this song of kate for the past week.
you and i are so same. our mental capacities are overloaded. i think i might really just stop writing for a while T_T idk ive got these ideas i want to get out of my brain though
theres the one i cried hardest over (subjectively)
T_T PUMA PUMA <3
and theres the one i cried hardest (objectively).
LOOONG BABY FLOOF <3
theyre just cute if you ever feel like it. and HEs so tiny i SCREAMED.
ive seen this before T_T theyre SO tiny i squishhhhh
thats it. just cute vids to bring your mood up.
thank you they mean so much <3 this post is really cute too. im luv
how are you?
im currently in class not listening because id rather reply to you. dw its a concept ive studied before. my head hurts and im hungry. i also want to pee so badly but i cant leave my desk. i want to read fics to badly
whats the weather like?
its so hot my head hurts
hope you are or will soon do great.
me too i hope you are also well.
have a nice day/evening/night!
i love you i hope you have a nice day too <3
ill try to find an episode and write down some ideas, maybe youll find some inspiration in them.
thank you so much <3 the fact you care enough to do that. T_T thank you.
good luck with all the hw and assignments! take care! love you<С
me too T_T i want to graduate. i dont want to fail. i cant fail. T_T i feel dumb sometimes even though i know deep down im not T_T
*freezy kisses for you to not burn in your weather*
thank you <3 i love you
i also wanted to share this video about wolves. i love it so much. it makes me love nature so much. it makes you realize how important it is to allow animals to stay in their habitats.
also this tiger series. i used to watch this so much. i love tiggers love love love
i love you bye bye my love
xxx
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this is very long i am apologies
yes !!! i read ur essay (?) on mlynars grief too and i just think that youve got it down super neat (ive probably repeated this too many times) so like good job !!!
ah indeed i was the anon who asked abt his kit last time too (saw the art of him too btw its very pretty, very nice ur friend did an amazing job!) so do you think hed have a talent like aosta's in that he does extra (maybe % or maybe fixed) dmg to unblocked? or hes got like a skill thats like fartooth (global only target blocked but in his case its global only target unblocked?) i think either ways adding a different debuff to all of his skills would be fun ! do you think hed be rng based cc (like aak?) or like its specifically one debuff to each skill, those kinda stuff? honestly er this is a lot of questions you can selectively answer but i just think hes probably a neat wraith killer lol no more annoying unblocked assholes running around ehe but also on a separate note, do you think he has any special interactions with other operators (excl the ones from laterano) ? his hobbies etc (just go wild man, tell me wtv even his preferred breakfast or whether he hates grass or smth) also yes ty for the advice abt mandragora !! i only figured it out like... once i accidentally made her drop blocks on herself and she died due to low hp and i was like wtf cos ??? free elimination ? and i learnt i was very wrong later on but pozy saved my ass aha so it all worked out anyways ! just training for when i actually bother clearing ch 9 ig oh and until u said it i didnt rly notice that sss like... hates all snipers. (ive tried using chalter it didnt go well... pozy as well) like all the late stage sss stages just completely dont let you use snipers for anything other than like buffs (unless youre rosa ig might have chance) shit i screwed up this is even longer than last time im so sorry if this is uncomfortable to read :sob: if this is too uh ew to converse with i can chacha slide into ur dms (but give me time i am... well theres a reason im anon) but yeah anyways have a nice day so sorry for this length and as always u can selectively answer or ignore lol ! hope ur well !
don't worry about the length, i love answering questions! I will try and get to everything. thank you for the compliments ab my post i try (oh my god do i try) :]
i think his talents would involve extra damage + prio unblocked enemies + his source of crowd control. his CC would be strictly bind, not RNG like aak, because his arts are specifically grappling hook/rope shit. i think i've been theoretically calling this talent and arts type "tethering." in lore he mainly uses it for traversal, but there's no reason it wouldn't work on people, too, so i think it fits best as a crowd control bind. one of his skills would then just do a "talent trigger increase" as part of their functionality meaning extra bind chance. of course, how useful he would actually be as a concept depends on the numbers, which is the part i'm bad at, but still, fun to think about :]
for other operators, he would definitely get on well enough with some of the cooks among the RI operators, for one. his favorite flavor of sweet thing is cinnamon, and cinnamon is easy to incorporate into things, and he's smart enough to be polite to the people feeding his interests. he would also, i think, have interesting but awkward interactions with the iberians, because while he is not himself iberian, he has traveled extensively there and shares memories of the profound silence/aftermath thereof with Andoain. ultimately, i think he's polite to most everyone he runs into if he were to go to RI, but he's already rather closed off as a person and you have to open him up with a crowbar, so i don't know if anyone could be considered a friend of his. i don't even think fiammetta is really a friend of his (he would call it that, but that's far from correct), more that they have similar enough feelings on a specific topic that leads them to cooperate. i think even increasing trust with him still leaves a lot under the surface.
other shealtiel facts...he prefers cats to dogs but understands the appeal of both, but his favorite animals are birds. being a sniper, he sees a lot of them, and spends a lot of time in places birds nest. i imagine lateran schools have a class on religion similar to catholic school (where i have unfortunately been), and that was his favorite subject because his mother was a canonist and spent most of her time analyzing the scriptures and teachings of lateran. he's surprisingly flexible because of this- he actually idealogically overlaps with andoain more than he'd like to admit, he just hates the man's methods. and life choices. when he's on the road he survives off of breakfast bars and terran poptarts. he prefers chilly weather to heat, but hates heavy snow. he has a halfway decent singing voice but never uses it outside of when he's free enough to attend a lateran service. his plan for immediately after achieving his goal (killing andoain with fia) is to take a vacation somewhere cold-but-not-too-cold and isolated and not answer his messages for six to seven months. he's still on the fence about where, though. he would do that right now if he didn't have duties to fulfill. his favorite mixed drink is a gingerbread gin and tonic (g&t + baking spice infused amaretto.) his favorite non-alcoholic drink is cranberry juice. he's become partial to a dying brand of iberian cookies because andoain likes them and he's started buying them up ahead of him out of a petty sort of spite.
SSS really does hate snipers which sucks b/c i do love me a sniperknights. chalter doesn't fall off quite as bad as some because she's useful for bosses but it's still Bad. i still bring snipers for the aspd buffs, but most of them just arent gonna hold up too much. sad :( gj with mandra! she's annoying but at least in her actual boss levels that aren't TFN you get the automatic pillar destroyers. good luck on chapter 9 when you get there :]
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I WASNT SURE ABOUT THAT BUT I APOLOGIZE
I have a couple of reading problems so I misunderstood what the asker meant so thats my fault
BUT genuinely this is important for a lot of you
While i did misread this one, there has still been asks similar to this that i did catch. against both Heart AND Mind. I usually just delete them since ive already stated i was against that [it IS in the rules btw & some of yall need to read that again before submitting. including the shipping and suggestive rules]. But there been quite a bit over time & it still keeps happening even now, along side some other things. [im not good at writing down & explaining my thoughts but i'll do my best]
One being the entire part stated above
Second being how people deal with/handle aspects of depression & the main idea with the album.
A lot of people treat it either as if its for a joke, downplay or ignore it, or even infantilize parts of it [mainly toward Heart]. The last being an especially horrible way of talking about depression and portraying it. Theres a lot of people here [including myself] who struggle with that and its just harmful or annoying to see the main part of the album get horribly misinterpreted for many many reasons.
Which semi goes into the third point being that, for Whole especially, these characters are no matter what connected to CJ himself. So I will repeat that I do not want ANY shipping headcanons, suggestive/nsfw headcanons, and no headcanons about Whole that are too closely related to CJ. That mainly being pronouns or any other sexuality for Whole.
And not only have I stated this but Jash himself has said that Whole is basically just him. Even saying that with HMS; he has his own ideas for them but lets the public decide & choose their own for them. While for the other, he says "He/Him for âWholeâ, though, seeing as itâs just me."
While yes there are ways to go about HMS being Whole or Whole as a character, he is still connected TO Chonny. This also goes for the other versions of him like the Power Hours. They are, to me, too closely connected to CJ that I don't feel comfortable giving headcanons to a Real Person.
Again there are ways to go about it where its more from the idea of the album/single itself. it being a headcanon about the content but not the actual person. Especially when he clarified it already that at least Whole is just him, so likely the the other albums are as well.
While all of that is not ALL the submissions, a good majority of you are chill thankfully, its happened enough to where it needs to be stated again. Either way just take caution when sending something in and just PLEASE read the rules before doing anything.
Mind has Bluetooth hearing aids. Soul had got him them so he could hear and be able to enjoy music. Yet, neither it nor Mind knew that they could connect to *anything.* Even if he didn't want them to. Heart found this out and connected them to his phone, just so he could play random ass sounds in Mind's ear.
Headcanon #895
#again my fault for the headcanon itself as that was just my brain not. comprehending it correctly#but also its just needed to be said anyway#been getting too many submissions that a weird. harmful. & uncomfortable as of late#both here and on the incorrect quotes#also apologies for any grammer or spelling mistakes i again am not great at certain texts.#not a headcanon
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Would you write a Kaz Brekker request where the reader is a bookworm and a crow and basically Kaz asks the reader to read to him as his way of apologizing after a argument that was his fault?
 it ââa/n i did something kinda similar in a 'promise of rain' blurb,, but this concept is so cute to me:)) love it sm i moved it up my request cue lol
also IM IN COLLEGE NOW!! WHAT?? AND IVE BEEN TO A PARTY! AND IM JOINING A SORORITY AND I DID DRAMA AUDITIONS AND AHH !! SO DIFFERENT! I MISS MY MOM AND SISTER AND DOG AND EVEN MY DAD BUT IM HAPPY HERE!!Â
also im a little worried this might not portray kaz superrrrr accurately bc it's been awhile so just let me know,, feedback leads to improvement:)) also kinda set this up for a part 2 bc...well youll seeÂ
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They've always said a lot of things about him, and I've always heard them. But I've never quite believed them. Sure, I get why the dark things that have flourished in the poisoned soil that is Ketterdam consider Kaz Brekker the darkest thing of all. I understand the nickname 'Dirtyhands' for the gloved criminal who has fooled each crime boss at least once. I understand each terrible thing they've said about him.
But I've never agreed with them. I've never even considered agreeing with them. Until today.
The thought that maybe everything people say about him is correct in a simple context struck me worse than the silence after our argument. It made me feel like both a fool and hypocrite. Kaz and I have had our fair share of spats over the relatively short time we've known each other, but never like this. Never so badly he stormed out of the room before I could. I squeeze the book in my lap even harder, desperate to focus on the words on the pages.
You didn't hurt him. He walked away because he decided you weren't worth the cost of his expensive time. I repeat those thoughts in my mind over and over again, letting them bitter me further. It's a lot easier to be mad than hurt. A lot easier to fuel your pain than try to understand your mistakes. Besides, tiredness is already dredging around in my chest and if I don't calm down a little I won't be able to fall asleep.
I had escalated the fight more than I should have. Knowing Kaz is like performing in a tightrope act. One must always be aware of where they're going. Watching what's in front of them without ever thinking too much about what's beneath or behind them. Today though, when I needed my balance most I chose to fall. I chose to dive, and apparently there was no net.
"Oh, you're doing that thing."
I roll my eyes at Jesper's voice as I fight down a yawn. I wipe my face with the back of my palm before turning. The burning behind my eyes never resulted in full tears, but I feel better after doing so. "What thing?"
"That terribly noble thing where you find it in yourself to take full blame for every single conflict you and boss man fall into." The slight humor in his voice is enough for me to roll my eyes again. "Between you and me, I'm sure the reason he's so angry now is because you didn't do that for once."
I press my lips together as my chin angles itself upwards slightly. "I never do that." He raises an eyebrow. The slight sympathy that colors the look is more offensive than his accusation. "If I pick and choose my battles, it's for good reason."
"Clearly."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He shrugs once before further entering my room. I say nothing when he sits at the foot of my bed. "Oh, you know," Jesper stretches back casually, resting his back against the wall and extending his legs, "You and Kaz--Kaz and you."
Has he been drinking? Perhaps he's not here because of my unusual absence from downstairs after my fight with Kaz but because he's already too tipsy to think right. "What?"
At my confused look he grins, flashing all of his teeth with an arrogance that outshines the whiteness of them. He taps the still open book in my lap. "Let me put it in terms you'll understand." Jesper sits up a little further, amusement clear in his features. "You two make a shameful Elizabeth and Darcy--"
"Oh, shut up," I groan, glaring at him, "This isn't Pride and Prejudice. And Kaz and I," Jesper's smugness returns when I can't quite think of what I want to say, "We're barely friends--we're barely anything, let alone what you're implying."
Jesper pulls his legs up and shoves me gently. "Dearest, y/n," he ignores my glare, "You should know better than anyone that 'barely friends, barely anything' with Kaz is more than it is with anyone else?"
"That doesn't mea--"
"You two say goodnight to each other." Once. Kaz and I said good night to each other in front of Jesper once. How dare he assume it happens regularly? He's right, but that doesn't mean I'm okay with it. "You play cards with him. Not for money, not for skill--"
"It's for practice." The look Jesper gives me is enough to tell me that my defense didn't land.
Damn him for ever finding Kaz and I on one of those strange nights. One of those nights in which he lurks at the stairwell...the one that divides my room and his attic. One of those nights in which it feels like he's a phantom and I'm the only one that can really see him. A night in which we both silently find each other.
I couldn't quite believe it the first time it happened. I'm not exactly a Crow--I don't feel enough a connection to the Dregs to join them without some kind of guarantee--but I was needed for some obscure job. but I was needed for some obscure job. The Crows needed an insider who could blend into high society, and I needed a place to stay away from my father.
It worked. I worked. And with each passing day I found myself enjoying the Crows more and more. That's why I stayed. That's why I started checking the stairwell practically every night, a set of playing cards in my hand.
The first time had been awkward. I couldn't sleep and my room felt too quiet, but the rambunctious club felt too loud and a little unsafe considering the hour. So I settled for the only space in between. When Kaz found me sitting on the steps and playing a solitary card game I had been so stunned by embarrassment I just offered to deal him in. I had been more shocked when he silently accepted my offer.
"Practice?" Jesper repeats. "You were laughing, I heard you."
"That was one time--how do you know we didn't just happen to play cards together the one time you saw it?"
"Because you laughed about a play you considered 'predictable'."
Sighing, I sit up a little straighter. "I'm not having this conversation. Occasionally saying 'goodnight' to someone who lives in the same space I live in and sometimes playing cards with said person because we both happen to be up at a certain time doesn't mean anything."
"And the way he looked at the contact that was flirting with you?"
Oh...this conversation again. "For the last time, the contact wasn't flirting with me. We had to dance to blend in and when he leaned towards me to whisper in my ear...it was to tell me the intel Kaz just had to have."
"And when he tucked that strand of hair behind your ear?"
"He just wanted to sell our cove--"
"Y/n, he kissed your cheek and I'm fairly certain he would have kissed you if Kaz and I hadn't made it to the corridor at that second."
Why is everyone so obsessed with what would have never happened? The contact had been attractive, tall with fair eyes and hair. But it's not like I feel anything for him, nor would I have been so foolish during a job. A fact that Kaz refuses to believe. I'm tired of this argument...I'm just tired. This job required me to start getting ready early in the morning and lasted long into the night.
"I wouldn't have kissed him and even if I had, the fact that Kaz is so mad about feels...sexist." A stupid argument, considering that Kaz couldn't care less if the person he's working with is female, male, or anything in between because the only thing he cares about is profit. "It's a stupid thing to be mad about, but you hit on anything with a pulse at any time and--"
"I resent that--"
"For the first two weeks I was here I thought you might've been a prostitute."
I can feel him holding in a laugh. "Did you at least think I was a good prostitute?" When I glare again, he finally actually laughs. "Not the point--got it."
"Then what is the point? You're bored and obsessed with gossip so now you're shaking me for information you don't need."
"The point is you're oblivious." Rude...I move my leg in a weak attempt to push him off my bed. Jesper catches my ankle easily, ignoring my attempt at a fight. "You thought the contact was only doing his job and you don't know the real reason that Kaz blew up at you for the first time the way he blows up at everyone."
"Okay, well since you know everything, tell me why he's mad."
He lets out a sigh like he can't believe I even needed to ask that. "It's not the best look that the first time you let him pick a fight with you happens to be about some guy."
...Maybe he is drunk? "Don't be so cryptic. I don't like you enough to put up with that."
Jesper half-sighs again before pushing himself off my bed. "I'm going to pretend I think you're smart enough to piece things together from that."
"Asshole," I mumble instinctually as he walks towards my door. "Are you not telling me because I tried to push you off the bed?"
He turns when he reaches my door in order to lean against my door frame. "It's not not because of that." I should throw my book at his head. "In all seriousness, think about it. If you don't you'll either kill each other or kill me."
Ugh...he's so confusing. This time, I let him go. He leaves he door open, which is beyond annoying. I stand up to close it, promising myself I will focus on my book the second it's in my hands again. As I walk back towards my bed, my eyes land on the deck of cards on my nightstand.
Does it send a signal I don't want to send if I don't go the stairwell tonight? Do I want to send a signal? I don't know...actually, the only thing I know is that I don't want to think about this a second longer. I don't ease as I read, but my eyelids become heavier with each word they cross. I feel the weight of them as my focus slips, farther and farther away until I can no longer focus. When my eyes fall shut I can't bring myself to think or force them open.
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I notice my surprised before I register that I've just woken up. Falling asleep feels so far and yet the crick in my neck confirms the obvious. Rubbing the eyes with the back of my hand, I push my book from my lap and sit up. The only indication of how much time has passed is how much my bedside candle has melted.
How long have I been asleep? How did I manage to fall asleep? I thought I was too mad at Kaz to manage anything but pouting in my room. I hadn't even decided if I wanted to talk to him.
I stand even though I haven't decided anything. I should at least change if I want to go to bed. But is leaving this alone for even longer a bad idea? I think Jesper thought so...though my conversation with him is far from clear. It's not the best look that the first time you let him pick a fight with you happens to be about some guy. I'm going to pretend I think you're smart enough to piece things together from that. What does he want me to do with that?
Maybe he was partially intoxicated and felt the need to play the role of a good friend. Or maybe this is his idea of a joke.
Whatever--regardless of Jesper, I have a choice to make. A tiny part of me hopes it's insignificant, but I know Kaz enough to know that nothing is insignificant to him. He holds onto things the way he holds onto his kruge. Perhaps I'll seek out Inej, she seems to be the best at rationalizing. Though she might be asleep by now, or on a job or...I don't even know.
How late is it? Is it late enough to be one of the few hours Kaz claims to reserve for sleep? Maybe my bad luck is still around and he's already in bed for once. Does that mean his anger will extend to tomorrow?
I shouldn't care. It's not like I'm in the wrong. Did I escalate things? Maybe a little...but I won't apologize for defending myself. Even though that makes everything a little easier. I feel stuck, like in some kind of place of half sleep. A single knock at my door is enough to make me want to jump. I rub my eyes a little more firmly in hopes of waking up more before someone sees me.
I approach the door without worry. Maybe it's not as late as I assumed. Or maybe it's really early? I open the door while still fighting against my slight disorientation. I'm so focused on acting normal, I almost donât register the person standing at my door.Â
I donât know who I expected, or what--maybe Jesper, much more tipsy than he was before, slumped against the doorframe, only knocking because heâs too tired to push the door open. Maybe even Inej, on her way here to deliver some kind of job or notice of dismissal. But itâs nothing I could expect. Itâs...Kaz.Â
The Dirtyhands stands at my door, expression as hard as ever yet something behind his eyes that burns the sleep away from me. âUh--hi.â I bite my tongue to avoid cringing at that very awkward beginning. âAre you here to kick me out yourself?â The only response I get is the slightest shift of his gaze off of my face. âNo? Well then I think Iâm going to bed. Itâs late.âÂ
My tone and words are clear. Get out of my doorway, Iâm in no mood to go back to arguing. When he still doesnât say anything, Iâm emboldened by my nerves. I push the door between us without breaking eye contact.Â
Before the wood can meet the doorframe, he moves his cane, wedging it between us. âY/n.â I donât understand the way he says my name, but Iâm certain heâs never said it like that. âI...â When heâs not prompted by the uncomfortableness of silence, I raise an eyebrow, my grip on the door tightening. âWhat I said shouldnât have been said.â Wait--is he admitting fault? Iâm so thrown I almost melt entirely. âNot to you.âÂ
The addition leaves him so lowly a part of me wonders if Iâve imagined it. Iâm so thrown by it I donât even think to reply until a long second has passed. âYou seemed to believe the opposite a few hours ago.âÂ
His lips press together for a moment. âYou didnât ask me to play cards tonight.â He took that as intentional? At least that got me some kind of apology? I keep my mouth shut, greed making me want more information. I guess he must sense my silent tugging because he head inclines slightly. âDonât push.âÂ
I fight down a grin. âPush what?â His only response to stiffen further. âIâm going to tell you something as a peace offering.â That seems to intrigue him in some way. I canât tell if itâs a good kind of interested, but I note the slight raise of his eyebrows and his intentional silence. âI didnât chose not to ask you to play cards.â He gives me no indication of anything, which is fair...considering my vagueness. âI was mad, obviously, and in the middle of deciding on a course of action...and then I fell asleep.âÂ
A long pause of silence. âYou fell asleep?âÂ
Iâm not sure if his incredulous tone should offend me or not. If I wanted to lie, Iâd like to think he knows me well enough to know that Iâd have thought of a better excuse than that. Or at least a less embarrassing one. âYes, itâs not that difficult to believe. Today had been long and all I wanted to do was read, but then Jesper came in to say the oddest things and then leave me to...âÂ
Oh--oh. I guess thereâs a reason people say to âsleep onâ something. Because now, actively remembering Jesperâs words for the first time since I fell asleep...I understand what Jesper was implying in the oddest way possible. He meant that Kaz and I...that perhaps there is a Kaz and I in a context thatâs more than just grammatical. Wow. I really had to realize this with Kaz right in front of me.Â
My face feels warmer than it did before, an irrational bout of anxiety forcing me to consider that me might be able to read impossible, embarrassing thoughts from my expression alone.Â
âWhat did Jesper say?â Iâm too lost in my own spiral of confusion and panic and some feeling I canât recognize to register how Kaz asks his question. Thereâs an edge to it, an odd one, but that could easily just be Kaz.Â
This is most definitely the last conversation we need to be having. Iâm still mad at him for his earlier dramatics. So I just shake my head, feigning an exhaustion I could lose myself in. âNothing and everything all at once.â I resist the urge to rub my eyes again. âIâm pretty sure he was drinking, and I wasnât really listening. I was just trying to read.âÂ
Kazâs expression hardens briefly as he takes in my words, and then he exhales, nodding once with the breath. âWhat were you reading?âÂ
My lips part instinctually, ready to spew off details about the latest novel thatâs captured my attention. But before I can let myself take off, the reality of the situation strikes me directly in the chest. This is not Nina, or Inej, or even Jesper after what he considers a âgood nightâ. This is Kaz Brekker, the man believed to not have a soul. Iâve spoken to him before about casual things, though most of the nights in which we end up playing cards or just sitting near each other are spent in silence. But heâs never prompted me before. Not in the one topic he knows is guaranteed to turn me into an overenthusiastic, gushing fountain of poor summaries and character analysis.Â
I guess this is his peace offering. This shouldnât warm the way it does. He was still unbelievably dramatic and treated me like Iâm some kind of unreliable fool. âItâs late, and you know how I can be. Iâd hate to keep you for nothing more than a poor summary and honestly, an embarrassing rant about plot or characters, because thereâs just nothing as frustrating as when two people so clearly care about each other and both are too stubborn and oblivious to acknowledge it.âÂ
Kazâs eyebrows draw together just enough for me to be able to make out a shift of expression in the poor light. Perhaps his lingering irritation is preparing to rear its ugly head. The corner of his mouth seems to threaten to tilt upwards as Kaz angles his head to the side slightly. âI canât imagine that position.âÂ
No kidding. I bite my tongue to keep the sarcastic comment and awkward laugh that would sure follow it away. âWho can? Thatâs like half the point of reading.âÂ
How can interaction feel so over and just at its beginning all at once? I press my lips together to avoid filling the silence with things Iâd no doubt instantly regret. Itâs easy to be mad at Kaz in the moment. Too easy. But to stay mad at him when his temper has passed and he returns with some kind of begrudging and admittedly awkward and uncertain truce is another task entirely.Â
âIâve never understood your attachment to written words.âÂ
âItâs not about understanding, itâs about everything else.âÂ
âAnd you say Iâm cryptic.â Is he...kinda almost joking? I straighten my spine, too tired to fight and too wounded to forgive. âThereâs understanding in everything, nothing can survive on sentiment alone.âÂ
âIf you read the way I did, youâd understand.âÂ
His lips press together as his expression remains unwavering in its hardness. âRead to me.âÂ
...Interacting with Kaz in any way often leaves me feeling like Iâm wandering through unknown territory. But this, this is undeniably different. So different I canât even think of a way to react. I watch his expression as cautiously as possible. Heâs purely reserved, no distinction from the look he wears during business propositions. Except thereâs a tightness I canât quite understand.
Maybe itâs because I donât want to fight anymore. Maybe itâs because exhaustion is leaving me partially delirious. Or maybe itâs the weird feeling in my chest that I canât quite place. That I donât want to place. âOkay.â I shift carefully. âIf for no other reason then to prove you wrong.âÂ
Never did I think Iâd end up in the position of sitting in my bed, book in hand, with Kaz Brekker sitting next to me. But here we are. Iâm so tired, I almost let out a nervous laugh when he first walked in. So brooding and tall, gripping the head of his head cane as he sits at the foot of my bed, on my pastel quilt.Â
Iâm glad for the excuse to keep my gaze away from him and on the words in front of me. I read out loud, feeling more and more comfortable with each page I finish. But as my inhibitions slip away, so dos my hold on consciousness. My eyelids seem to grow heavier with each word that I read.Â
âYouâre falling asleep.âÂ
I straighten my spine on instinct. âAm not.â Iâm not sure why I feel the need to deny something so simple.Â
âYouâre impossible.âÂ
From him, that statement is laugh worthy. âIâm impossible? Do you not remember earlier today?âÂ
From the way his jaw locks, I realize that heâs in no mood to be light about this topic. I donât understand why. Itâs not like Iâm the one that wronged him. âI remember your lack of focus.âÂ
Keeping my hands at my side to avoid rubbing my eyes, I frown. âIf you want to have this argument again, fine. Jesper is more âdistractedâ than me half the time and youâre much more lenient on him. Itâs not like I was flirting with someone or gambling or doing anything but having a two second conversation. One that I needed to have to get information that you wanted.âÂ
The last time we fought, I had more energy to restrain myself. This could be atomic. I hold my breath, waiting for Kazâs retaliation. He exhales, eyes not meeting mine. âArguing with you when youâre present is exhausting enough. Itâs not worth it when youâre half asleep.âÂ
This angers me further. I hate that heâs right. âIâm not half asleep.â He leaves it at that. I glare even harder at him, slumping further into my bed. âBut for the sake of argument, Iâll drop it. Something youâre incapable of doing.âÂ
At that, his eyes meet mine. I try to hold his gaze, but the harder I think about not seeming tired the more exhaustion slips in. A yawn escapes me before he looks away. Great. âI know when to lie in the grass in wait.âÂ
Rolling my eyes, I shift back slightly. Heâs incapable of being less dramatic than this. Still, I canât imagine the effort itâs taking on his part to not start an argument. Maybe this is why Jesper spent so long implying that there may be a Kaz and I in any capacity beyond a vague kind of friendship. âIâll admit youâre tactful.â
âResourceful people recognize that trait in other people.âÂ
Blinking twice, I lower my book slightly. Am I truly exhausted, or did he just compliment me in a way? âCareful, I may start to think you find me tolerable.âÂ
âLetâs not exaggerate.â Okay, now I know Iâm exhausted because I think he might have just attempted a joke. Rolling my eyes, I decide not to acknowledge this lightness in fear that Iâll scare it away. âY/n?âÂ
I press my lips together, worried about the destruction of our peace. âYes?âÂ
âWhat did Jesper say to you? Earlier?â I pause, slightly unsure why weâre moving backwards.Â
Weâre in a decent place now, and Iâd hate to ruin it. Iâm too half asleep to lie eloquently. And itâs not like heâs an easily convinced man. âOh, he said it so cryptically it took me longer than it should have to understand. And it didnât help that it was something so...well, you might find it funny. As funny as you find anything, anyways.â Wow...Iâve spent such a long time talking. Rubbing the back of my eyes, I avoid his gaze. Exhaustion and awkwardness mix in my stomach oddly. âIt seemed like he was trying to imply that you and I...me and you...â Why is this a difficult thing to say? Itâs not like I was implying it and Jesperâs known for his oddness. âI think Jesper was implying that there was a you and I, or at least that there could be.â Iâm too lost in a haze of almost sleep to watch his reaction. I let my head rest against my headboard even further. âIsnât that odd?âÂ
Heâs quiet for a long second, and then he finally speaks again. âOdd, even for Jesper.â The response doesnât satiate me...whatâs that about? I exhale, deciding that feeling is tomorrowâs problem. When I blink, I decide to let my eyes stay closed. Just for a moment. The sound of something shifting is what makes my eyes squint open. Kaz is standing, his expression unreadable as he straightens. âGoodnight, y/n.âÂ
At that, I sit up slightly, ignoring the exhaustion behind my eyes. âI havenât finished the chapter.âÂ
âYouâve convinced me of enough.â A concession? How exhausted do I seem? My lips press together as I think of my next argument. Before I can get it out, Kaz leans forward. He grabs the quilt at the end of my bed and tosses it onto my legs casually. âGoodnight, y/n.â The meaning of his repetition is clear. His word is final.Â
I find enough energy to manage a glare, but I pull the quilt over my legs anyways. âGoodnight, Kaz.â
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after i left you | jjk
âwhen you decided to meet up with taehyung for dinner to reconnect, you didnât expect to see jungkook, your ex, on a date with his current girlfriend and not to mention, end up fake dating taehyung.â
genre: exes! AU, fake dating! AU, enemies to lovers-ish! AU, unrequited feelings-ish! AU, angst, fluff
pairing: jungkook x female readerÂ
word count: 38.985Â
warnings: cursing, reader feels very guilty in this one, alcohol consumption (nothing major/bad though)
playlist: happier - ed sheeran, just asking - aquilo, my tears ricochet - taylor swift, one last time please - dodie
a/n: uh, super nervous to post this because ive never written so much before, but i had a ton of fun and i hope you guys enjoy it! if you guys have any problems reading, liking or reblogging it, please let me know! im not sure if tumblr can handle such a word count, so id appreciate it if you guys would tell me if something doesnt work and ill figure it out! anyway, hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing this!
The restaurant Taehyung picked was big but cozy. It was one huge room that stretched out further than your eyes could see. It was soaked in golden light, soaked in warmth and comfort. Everything was made out of wood, dark rich wood, and it smelled like home-cooked food. The smell wafted through the entire place.Â
ââLetâs all have dinner,â they said, huh?â Taehyung said and looked around, no Yerim or Yoongi in sight. You laughed and shrugged.
âYeah, sucks that they had to cancel last minute, but next time, weâll be all together,â you said and skimmed the hard edges of the menu in your hands.
âYeah, I know, but I thought weâd find the time once you returned,â Taehyung sighed and put down his menu with a frown.
âDefinitely sucks,â you agreed and put down your menu as well. âBut Iâm happy that at least you and I could find the time.â
Taehyung and you smiled at each other and you could still barely believe it, could still barely believe that you were not only back in your hometown, but sitting in front of Taehyung and having dinner with him. It was all very surreal to you, and even though barely half an hour had passed since you had first seen Taehyung again in four years, things felt like they had never changed. There was no awkwardness, no long silences or weird tension between you. Both of you had simply picked up from where you left off.Â
âTell me, Y/N, how was America?â Taehyung asked and plopped his elbow onto the table before letting his chin fall into his open palm and tilting his head to the side. You mirrored him and let out a hum, the golden light pouring down both of your faces and bringing out the corners of your features.
Taehyungâs hair had grown out a lot since you had last seen him. In fact, it was permed now. And even though both of you had finished puberty by the time you had left, he seemed to have gotten a little taller. He had somehow grown into his face and turned into one gorgeous man with fluffy and luscious locks.
âWell, exhausting. I was always studying and pulling all-nighters, and it was so hard at times. The homesickness certainly didnât make it any easier,â Taehyung smiled, âbut it was- it was so worth it.â
âThatâs great,â he said and you knew he meant it, knew he was genuinely happy for you. You beamed at him. âYou really enjoyed it, didnât you? America, I mean.â
âYeah, it was- it was great, truly,â you said with a nod and remembered all of the memories you had made over the past four years. âIt was really what I needed. Really the time of my life.â
Taehyungâs smile widened into a grin and you let your words sink in, sink in for him and for you as well. It was in the silence that you felt the guilt come back, hit you square in the face and leave you breathless.
You leaned back and grabbed the edge of the table. You lowered your head and Taehyung perked up, feeling the shift the moment it had happened.
âIâm sorry.â
Taehyung raised his brows at you and let his hand fall onto the table as he leaned forward, trying to see what you were apologising for.
âI- I feel bad,â you started up again and tucked a strand behind your ear. âIt sounds like I didnât enjoy being here and-â
âNo, Y/N, donât,â Taehyung reached over the table and grabbed your hand, taking it into his, âThereâs no need to apologise. You worked your butt off to win that scholarship and fulfilled your dream. Thatâs great.â
âYeah, but I abandoned you guys,â you mumbled and shrugged. You pulled away your hand, but Taehyung was quick to tighten his grasp, quick to put his other hand over yours and squeeze your hand.Â
âStop saying that, Y/N,â Taehyung shook his head at you, eyes drilling holes into your head as you continued to stare down at your lap, âYou didnât âabandonâ us. Thatâs bullshit and you know it.â
Taehyung pulled on your hand and waited for you to raise your head, and when you did and met his gaze, he offered you an even bigger grin than before.
âYou donât have to feel bad for going to America to go study,â he said and tilted his head to the side, bangs tickling his eyes. âWe were and still are genuinely happy for you.â
âHe wasn't.â
Taehyungâs hands tightened around yours at your words, and he pressed his lips into a thin line, giving you a look that had you shifting in your seat and shrugging in defense.
He hadnât been happy for you at all when you had told him you had won a scholarship to go study in America. You had expected hugs and cheers, but received cold stares and bitter words instead. When the summer had neared its end and you had to leave, he hadnât been there. Taehyung, Yerim and Yoongi had all hugged and kissed you goodbye, had wished you the best, but he, the person you had wanted to be with you right now the most, had been by your side.
You were eighteen, barely an adult, when you had boarded the plane to America without him kissing your forehead and wishing you the best, and you never forgot that, forgot just how unhappy and miserable you had made him.
âHe wasnât,â you repeated like it excused your words in any way. Taehyung opened his mouth to launch into a speech, a speech you already knew by heart without having heard it a single time.Â
âY/N-â
âThis place,â you started and pulled your hand away, gesturing around you. âItâs nice.â
Taehyung blinked at you, obviously contemplating whether or not to allow you to change the subject like that, and you were more than glad when he leaned back into his chair and nodded.
âYeah, it opened recently,â he said with a smile and you smiled right back at him. Both of you shared a look for a moment and after many years of friendship, there was no need for words, no need for you to thank him for letting you off the hook like that.
âItâs so nice,â you repeated and you barely heard Taehyungâs laugh as you let your gaze wander, taking it all in.
Seemingly every table was filled, and everybody was in their own world. You could hear laughter and shrieks in between the conversations, and a smile stretched across your face. Your eyes softened at the sight of loving couples and you ignored the pulling in your chest, ignored the yearning for what they had sitting deep within you.
âI really like it here,â you said and Taehyung stuck out his chest a little. A smirk was painted on his lips and pride was glimmering in his eyes. You chuckled a little and let yourself sink into the chair before your gaze travelled through the room once more.
The restaurant seemed to be frequented by a lot of couples, and you understood why. This place reminded you of the restaurants Jungkook would take you to from time and time again to show you how much he appreciated you, one of those restaurants he had taken you to when he had confessed to you and told you he loved you for the first time.
âThis is totally a place for him.â
You said it without meaning to, said it without thinking, and when your eyes locked with Taehyungâs, you both shared a knowing gaze. Panic wanted to flush through your chestâbecause was Taehyung going to circle back to your previous words?âbut then, he smiled at you and nodded.
âYeah, totally is. Itâs his favourite restaurant actually,â Taehyung said and you werenât surprised. âHe dragged all of us out here on opening day.â
âOpening day?â
âYeah, can you imagine this place on opening day? This place had been hyped up months before its opening. So, it was fucking insane when we got here. He almost got into two fistfights that day,â Taehyung laughed and sighed at the memory.
âThe hostess couldn't find his reservation and he insisted that he had made one like months ago. Yeri literally had to talk him down. And when we finally got to our table, he almost fought Yoongs because he said he didnât like it here,â Taehyung told you and shook his head with a grin plastered on his lips. âCan you believe?â
âHonestly?â You raised your brows and you didnât answer your question because Taehyung and you exploded into more laughter. âShit, he hasnât changed at all, has he?âÂ
âHe is dumber now,â Taehyung smiled and scrunched up his nose. âDefinitely still an idiot.â
You nodded and this time when you both fell silent, there was no guilt building up inside of you, no coming back to the surface.Â
âHow is he?â you asked and Taehyung puckered his forehead. He tapped the table with his one hand while he ran his other one through his fluffy locks.
âHeâs,â Taehyung hesitated and your heart stopped in your chest, but then you saw the smile pulling on the corners of his lips, âgood.â Taehyung paused a moment before nodding. âHeâs good. Recently finished up his studies and started his first job. Heâs enjoying it.â
You smiled.
âThatâs great. Iâm happy for him.â
You meant it, meant it because he had deserved so much more, deserved better. When you had last seen him, he and you had been wrecks, crying and sobbing and angry messes, and it was great to hear that he wasnât anymore, great to hear that he was doing better now.Â
âIs he, you know, uh seeing-â you trailed off as the rest of the question got stuck between your teeth like chewing gum, but Taehyung knew what you wanted to ask. He gave you a look, a look you werenât sure how to interpret. There seemed to be pity and almost sorry in his eyes.
âYeah, he is.â
You expected that answer, expected it because someone as amazing and great and funny as he was more than desirable but it still hurt to hear. You couldnât stop your chest from tightening and your heart from sinking a little deeper inside you, shrinking in itself. You wanted to tell yourself to stop, wanted to tell your heart to not be like that because you had no right to feel like that, had no right when you had been the one leaving him.Â
He had every right to move on, had every right to forget about you and be happy with someone else. But your heart simply couldnât help itself from clenching in your chest like you were the one that had been left behind and not him.
âWait, where are you?â
Taehyung and you snapped your head around when the girl next to you suddenly spoke up, thinking both that she was talking to you. Neither of you had taken notice of her before or looked at her when the hostess had led you two to your table. Until now, she had been typing away on her phone, waiting in silence, but right now, she had her phone pressed against her ear, definitely talking a little too loudly.
âWhat do you mean you canât find parking? Thereâs a huge parking lot right next to the restaurant.â
Taehyung and you locked eyes when it clicked with both of you that she was not talking to you two. You shared knowing looks, remembering the same thing.
âHe never found parking either,â Taehyung mumbled and both of you leaned closer to one another, not wanting for the girl to hear that you had eavesdropped on her conversation. Smiles played on your lips and you snickered.Â
You recalled the many times you had sat in his car and cursed at him for running another red light because you were late, again, because of him, recalled the many times you would sit in a restaurant on your own or in the mall, waiting for him with your phone pressed to your ear as he assured you over and over again that he had planned in time for traffic, but that it was just worse than ever before.
âAnd he always had his excuses,â you snorted and shook your head. ââThere was a fire, so I had to turn around and take this huge detour.â I think there was a fire somewhere every other week.â
Taehyung laughed and grinned at you. âOh, but I think âSomeone dropped a bunch of mirrors on the road and when I tried to turn around, I couldnât because there were a bunch of cars, so I had to wait until they cleaned up the road.â is still my favourite.â
âUgh, heâs such a drama queen, I swear,â you groaned and leaned back into your chair.Â
âI have no idea how you dated him for most of high school. Like heâs so exhausting sometimes,â Taehyung mumbled and shook his head.
âOh, you spent just as much time as I did with him,â you said with a roll of your eyes and Taehyung wiggled his finger at you.
âI didnât date him though. Thereâs a difference,â he argued and you dismissed his words with a quick shake of your head before crossing your arms in front of your chest at a certain memory.
âDoes he still insist on having his cucumbers diced and not sliced because sliced cucumbers donât taste as good?âÂ
âPlease, donât remind me. Every time I think about that I want to stop being friends-â
âWait, where are- oh, I can see you already,â the girl next to you said into her phone and Taehyung and you froze at her interruption. Both of you looked at each other and before either of you could get back to your conversation, you were interrupted once more.
âIâm so sorry, but I swear the traffic was just out of this world today.â
Your eyes grew wide at his voice and your heart plummeted into your stomach when you heard his voice. You recognised it immediately, would have recognised it even if you had been deaf. You could never not recognise it, could never forget his voice. Your heart thumped in your chest, thumped painfully, as you turned your head and your eyes landed on him and his eyes landed on you.
His lips parted the slightest bit as he looked at you, frozen, and he gripped the back of the chair as his brows furrowed together at your sight.
âY/N?â
Your name slipped off his tongue and confusion etched onto his face. Hearing him say your name sent your heart into a frenzy, had the panic bulldoze you away and your brain short circuit. The world went silent, the conversations all around you faded away and left you in silence with him. Time seemed to stand still as he and you looked at each other, desperately trying to process what was happening right now.
âJungkook.â
His name felt dry and heavy on your tongue, felt like cement, felt like something you had been wanting to say forever now, but had avoided saying because you knew you had lost the right to say it and therefore had never said it again, until now. Until now when he was standing wide-eyed in front of you.
âWait, whatâs happening right now?âÂ
The question barely registered with you as you continued to stare at Jungkook, continued to stare at the boy that had once meant the world to you, continued to stare at the boy that you once had the right to calling him your boyfriend, continued to stare at the boy that still had your heart in such a tight grip that he managed to send it into a frenzy and have panic pumping through your veins merely with his sight.
Jungkook had changed. Now, he was taller and stood out in this crowded restaurant, towered over every other guest. Jungkook demanded attention from everyone, from you, and you were willing to give it to him because how could you not?
His hair had grown out, was longer now than you had ever seen it before and you wanted to comment on his tattoos when you saw them, juxtaposing his golden and warm skin. From the day you had met Jungkook, he had been talking about all of the tattoos he had wanted to get once he was old enough, and you almost couldnât believe that he had actually finally gotten some. You wondered if he had to go behind the back of his parents or if they gave him their approval since he was an adult now.
âUhm, babe?â
It was the word âbabeâ that had you snapping out of it, that had the world start turning again and the time unfreezing, conversations returning to their original volume. It was the word âbabeâ that had your eyes tearing away from Jungkook and to the girl sitting next to you instead. Her brows were raised and her gaze was drilling into Jungkookâs as he slowly pulled himself together too.
For the first time, you actually looked at the girl, actually gave her some of your attention. Until now, she had just been the girl sitting at the table next to you, been the girl typing away on her phone, been the girl having a conversation a little too loudly, but now, she was the girl who had waited for Jungkook, was the girl who had called Jungkook âbabeâ.
Now, she was the girl who was seemingly Jungkookâs girlfriend.
Jungkook sank down in his chair, but the confusion never left his face. His eyes stayed on you before his gaze wandered to his left, meeting Taehyungâs. When he locked eyes with him, Jungkookâs whole face dropped once more, eyes growing bigger and wider than they were before.
âTaehyung?â Jungkook almost yelled and drew the attention of some people around you, but none of you could muster up the energy to give them an apologetic smile.Â
âHi, Kook,â Taehyung managed to cough out and filled the awkwardness and silence with it. Jungkook crashed against the back of his chair with a thud as he gazed into nothing, brain desperately trying to process this.
Taehyung and you exchanged glances, both of you not knowing what to do or to say. This wasnât what either of you had prepared for. Both of you had only signed up to have a nice dinner and catch up while tiptoeing around the topic of Jungkook and you. You knew you were going to see him again because he was still friends with Taehyung, Yerim and Yoongi and so were you, but you just hadnât thought that you were going to see him today.
âOkay, uhm, babe, could you please explain to me whatâs going on right now?âÂ
For the first time since he had arrived, Jungkook looked at the girl who was most definitely his girlfriend. His eyes were still wide when they met hers and there was a strained smile on her lips as she drilled her gaze into him, demanding some sort of answer from him, but he couldnât deliver. He opened his mouth, but his throat felt scratchy and dry and so, he could only stare into nothing again.
âI- I need some water,â Jungkook managed to blurt out, reaching across the table to grab her glass of water and gulping it down like he hadnât drunk something in years. He devoured it in seconds and stared at it with big eyes, mentally cursing at it for not holding more water for him to gulp down.Â
Jungkook put down the glass, but he didnât let go of it and instead held it, tightening his grip around it until his knuckles turned white.
âOkay, uh,â Jungkook started and massaged his temple as he screwed his eyes shut, fighting off the headache that made him think his skull was going to split open.Â
âUh, so,â Jungkook sighed and puckered his forehead before peeling his eyes open and gesturing towards Taehyung. âThis is, uh, Taehyung. I- Iâve told you about him, babe, right?â
âYeah, oh,â the girl next to you perked up and turned her gaze to Taehyung, offering him a genuine albeit tense smile. You couldnât blame her, this was still very awkward.
âYes, Taehyung. Hi! Iâve heard so much about you. Iâve been dying to meet you.â Taehyung forced a smile on his lips and it looked genuine, but having known him for so long, you could spot the difference right away.Â
âIâm Heejin.â
Heejin.
A pretty name for an even prettier girl. It suited her, suited her to have such a beautiful sounding name. Of course, she did and you almost scoffed, scoffed because your name paled in comparison to hers. Hers had a pleasant ring to it, but yours just sounded off and wrong now.Â
âHeejin, yeah, Iâve heard of you too.â Taehyung nodded and extended his hand. She took it and they both shook hands for a moment before she turned to you, her smile still tense, but the genuineness shimmered through.
âIâm sorry. I donât think I know-â Heejin trailed off and looked over to Jungkook for help, but he had his eyes locked with yours. And with that simple look, you knew.
He hadnât told Heejin about you.
And judging from the way he was slightly shaking his head, he wasnât planning on doing so just now. Taehyung and you understood immediately, but it had another dose of panic rushing through both of you.
âIâm Y/N,â you offered and extended your hand to Heejin like Taehyung had because this was the polite thing to do, the right thing to do, and for once in your life, you had to do the right thing regarding Jungkook.
âHi, Y/N. Heejin,â she smiled, taking your hand into her perfectly soft one, and you made sure to smile at her too as you shook her hand. You smiled at her as much as one could smile at your exâs current girlfriend. âItâs nice to meet you.â
No, it wasnât. It wasnât nice to meet Heejin, wasnât nice at all. You wanted to shout it into her face, tell her you already hated her for simply existing and taking your place in Jungkookâs life and heart, but you swallowed all of the bitter and petty words, swallowed your anger aimed at her that was truly only anger at yourself, and nodded.
âYeah, really nice to meet you, Heejin,â you said and let go of her hand, eyes turning to Taehyung instinctively. He offered you a smile, a smile that had your heart calming down a little, but then your eyes wandered to Jungkook and it sped up again. He sat up straighter and cleared his throat.
âHeejin, here- sheâs, uh-â Jungkook stammered and the rest of his sentence refused to come out, leaving him with his mouth open and staring back at you.
âIâm his girlfriend,â Heejin finished with a smile and Jungkook and you locked eyes. It almost looked like he wanted to correct her with the way he sat up, with the way his back straightened out, but he didnât. He didnât correct Heejin because there was nothing to correct. And you knew that.
âYeah, exactly, right,â Jungkook confirmed with a quiet voice and a nod. You tore your gaze away and looked around, looked around the room and stared at anything as long as it meant that you didnât have to look at him, see him sitting across the girl who was his girlfriend.
You couldnât bear the sight, couldnât bear it to see Jungkook here with his girlfriend. You werenât prepared for this, but you didnât think that anything could have prepared you for this, for this bitter reality anyway.
âAnd, so, how do you all-â Heejin didnât finish her sentence and gestured between all three of you instead. You shared a glance with Taehyung, asking him to say something because you couldnât right now, couldnât bring yourself to explain how you all knew each other.
âUh, well, we all went to high school together. We were all friends back then,â Taehyung said and shifted in his chair to cover up the pitchiness of his voice. Heejin nodded at his words and looked between you all three once more before gesturing at all three of you again.
âOh, okay, but why was Kook so shocked-â
âWell, itâs been a while since Kook and Y/N have seen each other, right?â Taehyung smiled and you could see the trembling corners of his lips. You nodded in confirmation because Jungkook was still somewhat stuck processing all of this.
âHow come?â
âWell, I, uh,â you rubbed the back of your neck, âI moved away for college.â
You did. It wasnât a lie, but it was also not the whole truth either because you moved to America and not to some neighbouring city that was half an hour away. Jungkook raised his brows at you and pursed his lips together, but you refused to look back at him, focusing instead on keeping the smile on your face for Heejin.
âYeah, it was surprising for Kook to see Y/N, huh?â Taehyung asked and put his hand on his shoulder, and Jungkook looked at him before humming in confirmation and forcing a smile onto his lips.
âSurprising, for sure. Shocking, too.â
You folded your arms in front of your stomach and bit on your lip, trying to ignore the thudding of your heart ringing in your ears.
âOh, so, this is like you guys reconnecting again?â Heejin asked and you begged her to stop asking any more questions, to stop trying to understand this because, fuck, this was only going to end badly. The truth was ugly and terrible and you didnât want to face it, didnât want to look it into the eye, couldnât face it and look at it, at least not yet.
As much as you wanted to open your mouth and swiftly change the topic, the words were stuck to your tongue like gum stuck to the sole of a shoe. It was helpless.
âWait, but why wasnât Kook invited-â
âWell, actually, this isnât us reconnecting again,â Taehyung interrupted and you turned your head to him. He placed his hand on the table and beckoned for yours, and too confused to use your own brain, you just put your hands into Taehyungâs. Bad decision as it turns out.
âThis is actually a date.â
You almost pulled away your hand, but Taehyung was quick to hold onto it and tighten his grasp. Your heart was now beating out of your chest and you were sure everybody could hear it, were sure it was louder than the whole room.
âY/N and I are dating.â
This time, you didnât try to pull away your hand. This time, you actually did the opposite and tightened it. In fact, you tightened it so much that your knuckles turned white and Taehyung had to hold his breath to stop the groan from slipping.
âRight, yeah, boy and girlfriend. Super duper in love,â you croaked out with a tight smile before lowering your gaze. What else could you say?Â
Jungkook drilled his eyes into your face. You could feel the holes he was staring into you right now, but you refused to look at him, refused to spare him a glance and possibly see his reaction to the revelation that Taehyung and you were supposedly dating.Â
Even if it was a lie, an obvious lie, a lie that only needed to be told because Jungkook hadnât told Heejin about you yet, it still knocked the breath out of Jungkook and had him bending over, still had his face etching into something else, into something unreadable.
âWait, oh my God,â Heejin squeaked and her hand found her mouth as it split apart into a grin, covering it as her eyes flickered between Taehyung and you. âThis is a date? Then-âÂ
Heejin turned to Jungkook with the most excited smile on her lips before whipping her head back to Taehyung and you.
âThis is totally a double date then!â
The shock didnât wear off for another five seconds, but when it did, you offered Heejin the most convincing smile you could muster up. Taehyung put his hand on yours when you tightened it around his other one a little too much, but you didnât let go.
There was no way out, no revealing this was all a lie anymore and he was to blame. He was the one that had started it and dragged you along.
âI guess,â you said through a tight smile.
The scruffing and scraping of Jungkookâs chair against the hardwood floor when he got up rang loud, painfully loud in your ears and you cringed. He held up the glass of water and only looked at Heejin, but somehow you knew his words were meant to shoot through your heart.
âIâm gonna get you some water, babe.â
There was just something about the summer evening air that always managed to relax you, managed to calm you down and ground you again.Â
The warm breeze blew through your hair and filled your lungs with much-needed oxygen, oxygen you had been craving for since you had first seen Jungkook again. He had taken your breath away, stolen it and left you dealing with the agony and pain with finding it again as you desperately tried not to suffocate.
The last hour had flown by you, had passed you in a blur. As much as you tried to, you couldnât recall what you had talked about, couldnât even recall what you had ordered and what your dish had tasted like. Everything was so hazy. The only thing you knew for sure was that it had taken Jungkook far too long to fill up a glass of water and that when he had finally returned, there was a glass of water in his one hand and a glass of whiskey in his other one.
At one point, you had gotten up with an excuse of needing to make a call and before anyone could protest, you had fled out of the restaurant. You did contemplate taking a cab and going home, but you couldnât even bring yourself to unlock your phoneânot to mention, leave without a word.
Going inside was just as difficult though, so you stayed outside, and simply let the view dawn on you. Because a restaurant like this, of course, had to be located on a small hill that overlooked the city, had to have the most gorgeous view.
Your hometown wasnât magical, wasnât pretty at all, but with the sun slowly dipping below the horizon, the warm sunshine turned the cracked streets into golden rivers and the lines and lines of cars waiting at the red lights into boats. The street lamps decorating the cracked streets resembled fireflies, buzzing and bright.
For a moment, you forgot, forgot about the world around you, forgot about the tension poisoning the air inside the restaurant and making every breath more and more unbearable and deadly, forgot about the web of lies you were slowly sinking into, forgot about the aching of your heart every time you looked at Jungkook.
For a moment, you forgot that Jungkook and you werenât dating anymore.
âYouâre dating Tae now?â
You jerked around at the question, eyes finding him instinctively. Your breath hitched in your throat and you opened your mouth to answer, but no sound would escape you.
Jungkook stood there, a few metres away from you, with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted to the side, and, God, was he just gorgeous, so breathtakingly gorgeous, beautiful, pretty.
Even though his tone was light and almost playful, his face was hard. Jungkook looked at you for another moment before his gaze wandered to the view in front of him. His eyes were cold, cold enough to turn the golden rivers into ice, cold enough to freeze the boats, cold enough to kill the fireflies.
âYou know Iâm not. He just panicked. Taeâs always been a shit liar,â you chuckled, trying to lighten the situation and cut down on some of the tension, unfreeze the world, but you fell short and failed miserably. Jungkook let a smile pull on the corners of his lips, but it was gone within a second.
You were frozen when he started closing the distance between you two. When he finally stopped next to you, there was a noticeable gap between you, a gap big enough to have your heart wrenching and twisting in your chest.Â
Fuck, this was what Jungkook and you had become, huh? Two people that couldnât even stand close enough to each other without that awkward and horrible gap between you.
There used to be a time when there was no gap, no space, used to be a time when you were always in each otherâs arms, used to be a time when the air wasnât cold and the world frozen. But there also used to be a time where you two could only smile and grin at the other, used to be a time where there were no hardened faces and cold gazes.
There used to be a time that was just Jungkook and you together.
âYeah, thatâs a fucking mess,â Jungkook laughed humorlessly and you didnât join him, didnât try to. âHow are we gonna fix that?â
âI donât think we need to,â you said with a frown and turned to him for a moment, but he didnât reciprocate your gaze. You got the message and turned to face the city again, looking out like you hadnât been doing that for the past minutes.
âI doubt weâre gonna see each other again, right? I mean-â you trailed off and shrugged, rocking on the balls of your feet as you struggled to finish your sentence.
âI mean, I would like to if that was okay and fine with you, if youâre ready for that, but I understand if youâre not.â
Jungkook turned to you, blinking at you for a second before ultimately turning away and looking out again.
âYeah, no, youâre right,â he chuckled dryly and you thought you could even hear a scoff. âAre you going back? Leaving to continue your adventure? Is this just a pit stop before youâre off to continue your adventure?â
The words stung, cut into you and your heart clenched at them. A cold breeze blew through you, gutted you, and you were left shivering and with goosebumps covering your entire body. Your throat knotted into a mess, and you wanted to look at Jungkook, see his expression, but you trained your gaze on your frozen hometown, trained your gaze on it like it didnât shatter your heart to see it like that.
Jungkook had every right, every right to be bitter and cold, but it didnât mean it hurt you any less for him to treat you like that, treat you like you hadnât been each otherâs worlds at one point of your life.
âNo.â You shook your head, desperately trying to rid your voice of its trembling. âI- Iâm staying.â
Jungkook didnât say anything, didnât respond, didnât even react in the slightest way. You thought maybe he hadnât heard you, but when you dared to peek at him, you saw the way the lines of his face had deepened. He had heard you, loud and clear.
You both drowned in the silence, sank into it, deeper and deeper with each second, and you crossed your arms in front of your chest, tightening with each passing moment.
âDid you stay in touch with the others? Yoongs? Yeri?âÂ
You shifted on your feet and tucked a strand behind your ear. âNo- I mean, we tried, but after like a year or two, we slowly lost contact with each other. We did check on each other every couple months and texted every now and then, but we- we did definitely drift apart.â
âI guess then they were meant to come too, right? Tonight?âÂ
âYeah, they were, but they had to drop out last minute. We, uh, always said we were gonna have dinner once I returned,â you mumbled and Jungkook hummed at that, nodding a little. Both of you stayed silent for a while, and even though you wanted to say something, cut into the silence because it allowed you to think and right now, you didnât want to think, you couldnât come up with anything to say.
âHow long have you been back?â
Your gaze wandered to your feet and you kicked the dirt a little, digging into it with the tip of your shoe.
âUh, I got back a little over a week ago,â you whispered into the air and tightened your arms around your chest. Jungkook nodded, but he didnât look at you.
âWhy are you back?â Jungkook asked and when you struggled to answer his question, he scoffed. Your silence was telling, said more than you ever could.Â
âYou came back for a job, didnât you?â
You didnât reply, didnât tell him you hadnât come back just for a job, but because you had missed home, had missed your family, had missed Taehyung, Yerim, Yoongi and more importantly, had terribly missed him. You had missed everything and everyone here so much you couldnât even put it into words, but you said none of that, didnât correct Jungkook.
The wind blew through your hair and the once warm breeze that had filled your lungs with the oxygen you so desperately needed filled your lungs now with sharp and piercing icicles this time. You hugged yourself more, tighter. You tried to warm yourself up, but no amount of hugging yourself was enough to melt the ice in your lungs.
âWhat are you, uh, doing out here?â you asked and turned a little to Jungkook, eyeing him with a raised brow, but he didnât reciprocate your gaze this time either.
âHeejinâs cold,â Jungkook answered after a beat of silence, brows knitting together as he kept his focus in front of him. âIâve got a jacket in my car.â
You hummed and a small smile made its way onto your lips. You totally got it. You were cold too, freezing, in fact, but there was no jacket for you, no Jungkook running out for you to get it and warm you up.
âYou still got a whole closet in the back of your car, donât you?â you asked with a slight smile, trying to lighten the mood, but when you turned to Jungkook, your smile fell off.
Instead of flushing red in embarrassment or laughing because of how well you still knew him after all these years, Jungkook stared into your eyes, harsh lines etched onto his face. It wasnât the kind of stare that had your heart thumping and your throat constricting and kaleidoscopes of butterflies in your stomach flying. No, it was a piercing kind of stare, the kind that had your breath hitching in your throat in the worst way possible and your heart sinking into your stomach.
âDonât.â
The message was loud and clear, delivered with one simple word, but it was enough, enough for it to click in your mind. You didnât try to catch your heart as it sank deeper and deeper inside you, as it sank down to the ground and came closer and closer to shattering into tiny little pieces that would take you ages to glue together again.
You opened your mouth to say something, but your tongue was a mess in it and the words sat deep in your stomach. It took you two more tries, two more times of you opening and closing your mouth for you to finally unknot your tongue and drag the words to the surface.
âYou havenât forgiven me, have you?â
You worded it like a question, but you knew the answer. It was written all across Jungkookâs face, surrounding him the moment you and he had locked eyes, spilling from his mouth every time he opened it.
Jungkookâs lips tightened into a hard line and his jaw locked up as he eyed you before ripping his gaze away to stare off into the sky and scoff quietly into the air. His hands balled up into fists at his side and his Adamâs apple bopped up and down as he desperately tried to keep his composure.Â
You had seen all of this before, had watched him try and fail not to punch the air and let his anger out. Jungkook had done the exact same thing, had made the same face after you had told him you were going to America.
You expected him to blow up in your face, to explode, to burst at all of his seams and rip apart and scream, yell, curse at you because that was what he had done, what he had done the last time, but to your surprise, Jungkook didnât, didnât do any of the things you had expected him to.
âFours years,â Jungkook scoffed, holding up four fingers like you didnât know just how much four was. âWe dated for almost four fucking years.â
You bit on your tongue, heart tumbling and rumbling in your chest like it was about to burst out and fall to her knees and beg for Jungkookâs forgiveness.
âAnd you left,â Jungkook continued, anger dripping from his words, but his voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. âJust like that.âÂ
He snapped his finger and you cringed at the sound. It rang in your ears, pierced through your eardrums.
âRemember our promise?â Jungkook asked you and you could hear his voice wavering and shaking. âRemember our promise of forever?â
You wanted to tell him that you did, that, of course, you fucking remembered your promise of forever. It had haunted you, kept you awake every night, eaten you up and chewed you out every morning and kicked you to the floor every time it slipped your mind the tiniest bit.
âYou know how people say that you always learn something from a relationship?â Jungkook asked you and you wanted to beg him not to, not to continue. You couldnât handle this, couldnât handle this much longer and you werenât sure just how long you could keep it together.
âThe only thing you taught me was that people are selfish.â
You were sure that you were drawing blood from your tongue now, were sure that your heart was on her knees now and begging, begging for Jungkook to just please forgive her. You thought that was it, thought he was going to scoff at you and walk away, but Jungkook wasnât quite done.
âI really do hope that youâre right and we wonât see each other again after this.â
If you thought that Jungkookâs eyes were cold before, they were icy and freezing now. They were icy and freezing enough to bring in the new ice age, icy and freezing enough to stop time. Your lungs were shredded by the icicles, ripped apart by them like they were paper, and your heart shattered on the frozen ground, turning into dust before ultimately being dragged away by the wind and into Jungkookâs hands. And he crushed it, crushed the tiny pieces of your heart into powder.
There was no repairing anymore, no glueing the pieces together because there was nothing to repair or glue together or fix in any way or form.
Jungkook didnât say another word, didnât spare you a single glance when he turned on his heel and walked away, walked away with your pulverised heart on the ground and your world cold and frozen. The golden rivers didnât burst through the ice, the boats didnât unfreeze and start sailing again, the fireflies didnât come back to life.
It stayed, lingered.
Your world took its time to come back, and you watched it, watched it slowly resemble what it once had been before Jungkook. When you looked at it, however, it wasnât quite the same. The golden rivers werenât rivers, but only weak streams, and the boats had shrunk into simple rafts. The fireflies were only humming now, barely illuminating their surroundings.
And this time, when you looked down, you didnât forget, didnât forget about the world around you, didnât forget about the aching of your heart every time you looked at Jungkook.
This time, you didnât forget that Jungkook and you werenât dating anymore.
This time, you almost suffocated.
By the time you had reached your table, you slumped into your chair, falling into it with wobbly knees, defeated and panting. Taehyung and Heejin were too wrapped up in a conversation to really take notice and Jungkook, well, Jungkook did the thing he had grown to excel this evening, staring into nothing.
There was a jacket around Heejinâs shoulders, hugging her form and it took you one single glance to know. One glance was enough to prompt you to reach for your glass of wine and down it. The wine burned your tongue and your throat on its way down, and it was what you needed.
Because the jacket wasnât just any jacket. It was the jacket you had bought for Jungkook with the money you had gotten for your 17th birthday, was the jacket he had called his favourite, was the jacket you had worn as much as he had, was the jacket both of you had used as a blanket when you had held a film marathon the day before school started again, was the jacket you had worn when you had told him you were going and he had demanded back from you.
And now, Heejin was wearing that jacket.
âYou okay, sweetie?âÂ
You looked up and stared straight into Taehyungâs face. His brows were raised and you could feel Heejinâs eyes on you too. And you almost frowned at him and questioned the âsweetieâ, but then it hit you again. You were dating Taehyung.
âYeah, uh, I just had a shitty phone call,â you dismissed quickly with a wave of your hand, realising that you definitely shouldnât have one-shotted your wine like that. âItâs fine. Iâm just a little tired from talking.â
Heejin nodded at your words and seemed happy with the answer, but Taehyungâs eyes stayed on you for a few more seconds. He could read between the lines, could piece together what had happened outside.
âWhat were you talking about?â you asked, gaze finding Heejin because looking at her was easier than looking at Taehyung.Â
âOh,â Heejin placed her hands on your armrest and a frown settled on her face, âwe were talking about films. Did you know that Taehyung has never watched âTitanicâ before?â
Your eyes wandered to Taehyung who had put on a smile and was shaking his head at Heejinâs words, but you could see that he wanted to question you, ask you what had happened outside.
âYou havenât?â you asked, trying to change the subject from you to him.
âThe only film I havenât watched yet.â
âCan you believe?â Heejin said it like it was a big deal and to her, it seemed to be. Her mouth was slightly agape and her eyes were blown out as she looked at you, obviously expecting for you to react the same way, thinking you were going to be as appalled as she was by the fact that Taehyung had yet to watch âTitanicâ.
Maybe if you were in a better mood or maybe if Jungkook wasnât sitting literally an armâs reach from you or maybe if Heejin wasnât his current girlfriend right now, you would play along, act appalled and criticise Taehyung for never having watched âTitanicâ, call him a film illiterate even though you havenât watched it yourself yet.
âI mean, Iâve also never-â
âDo not finish that sentence, Y/N,â Heejin cut in and while everything was in good fun, you couldnât help but feel miffed and weirded out by her words. You two didnât know each other and acting like you did was, well, weird to say the least.
But Heejin didnât pick up on your tightening smile and slight raise of your brows, too busy acting appalled to notice any of that.
âOkay, thatâs it. Itâs decided.â Heejin clapped into her hands and looked at Jungkook to grab his attention. âIâm hosting a film night at my place next week. I canât walk this Earth knowing that you two have never seen the masterpiece that is âTitanicâ. Itâs a must, a cult classic.â
Your eyes locked with Taehyungâs first and he had the same panicked look on his face before he turned to Jungkook, but you avoided his general direction, not wanting to look at him.
âWait, no, babe, you canât just host a film night,â Jungkook jumped to argue with Heejin and you swallowed.
âI really do hope youâre right and we wonât see each other again after this.â
âWhy not?â Heejin asked with a tilt of her head and blinked at Jungkook as he stammered for a reason.
âBecause- you just canât. Thatâs not how this works.â A deep line formed between Jungkookâs brows and Heejin as she frowned at his unconvincing argument.
âWhat do you mean itâs not how this works? If you wanna host a film night, you ask people if they are down for it and host it. I just did that.â
Taehyung and you looked at each other, both deciding to stay silent. Not only was this the most that Jungkook had contributed to this âdouble dateâ so far (without counting your conversation you had had with him outside, of course), but it didnât seem like either of your places to chime in.
âNo, babe, you announced you were going to have a film night and essentially demanded them to be there,â Jungkook said and Taehyung and you shared another glance. Heejin furrowed her brows and a pout formed on her lips. She wasnât taking this nearly as serious as Jungkook was, but it seemed to dawn on her that he was.
âI donât see where the problem is, babe. I thought you guys were all friends. Isnât a film night a great way to reconnect then?â
Jungkook opened his mouth to argue against her, but he couldnât come up with something to say. He wanted to tell Heejin that reconnecting with you was at the bottom of his list of things he wanted to do right now, wanted to tell her that you werenât just an old friend of his, but his first love, the girl who had meant the world to him for years, the girl who had taken his heart and kept it before deciding it and he simply werenât enough and shattering his heart, breaking it into dust and leaving him having to pick up the pieces again.Â
You were the girl who had haunted him every hour of the day ever since you had left.
âIsnât it great that we found a couple thatâs cool and our age? We can do so much stuff together. Also, Taehyung did say you were all friends once, right? And Taehyung here is still your friend. I really donât see the problem here. Am I missing something?â
And again, Jungkook was left processing Heejinâs words, prompting Taehyung to jump in.
âYeah, no, we were friends and, yeah, Kook and I still are friends.â A nervous smile played on his lips as Taehyung shot you a glance, a glance you could barely meet. There was a moment where Heejin was just waiting for any of you to say something, a moment where neither Jungkook nor you met his gaze. It was at that moment that Taehyung made the decision.
âNext week you said?â
By the time you finally step out of the restaurant, the sun had made its way back home and fallen asleep, leaving the golden stream and rafts and fireflies to the moon.Â
âY/N!â You turned around at the call of your name and watched Heejin jogging towards you, hands reaching for your wrists. âNext week, right? Promise me. Next week.â
She smiled right into your face, smiled one of those genuine and big and beautiful smiles, one of those smiles that could charm anybody, and that included you.
âYeah, next week,â you said and nodded. Heejinâs hands squeezed your wrists and her lips split apart into a grin. With a quick turn of her heel, she was facing Jungkook, who had come to a stop behind her with Taehyung to his left.
âOh, itâs gonna be great,â she cheered and took hold of Jungkookâs hands now, squeezing as she jumped around him. The displeased look, which had etched onto his face when Heejin had declared this to be a double date and deepened when Taehyung agreed to the film night, slipped away.Â
Jungkook couldnât resist her, couldnât resist Heejin and for the first time in four years, you saw a smile spread across his lips.
Fuck.
âThis was great,â Taehyung cut in before Jungkook could lean in for a quick kiss because he always did, always leaned in for a quick kiss whenever his heart pounded a little too much in his chest, and it definitely did, definitely did pound a little too much just now.
Jungkook and Heejin looked at Taehyung and once again, you froze up when he took your hand into his. The fact that you two were dating slipped your mind again and again throughout the night.
âYeah, definitely was,â Heejin agreed and interlaced her fingers with Jungkookâs, but unlike with Taehyung and you, it was normal for them to hold hands, second nature. âRight?â
She nudged Jungkook with her elbow and he looked at Heejin, looked at her like he wanted to disagree. Maybe it was because it was rude to disagree and say that one hated the night or maybe it was because Jungkookâs heart melted in his chest seeing Heejin looking at him like that, but a second smile found its way onto Jungkookâs lips.
âSure was.â
Jungkook said it looking at Heejin, gazing into her sparkling eyes, and you wanted to look away, but you couldnât, couldnât because they were like a car accident, but the most beautiful and at the same time, ugliest and most painful car accident this world had ever seen.Â
Heejin and Jungkook were in love, in love with each other.
âRight, definitely,â Taehyung cut in, breaking up Heejin and Jungkook as he drew everybodyâs attention to him. You squeezed his hand a little tighter.
âWeâll text, yeah?â Taehyung continued and Heejin nodded at his words, beaming as she let go of Jungkookâs hand. You wanted to grab her by her shoulders and tell her not to, not to ever let Jungkook go, but then you realised that she wasnât actually letting go of him, wasnât letting go of him the way you had let go of him.
Heejin stretched out her arms and wrapped Taehyung into a hug, a hug he reciprocated without letting go of your hand, which led to you kind of hugging Heejin too.Â
âGoodbye, Tae. It was so nice to have met you,â she said into his ear before turning to you and wrapping you into her arms. âSo, so nice to have met you, too, Y/N.â
You also didnât let go of Taehyungâs hand and neither did he when Jungkook leaned in for the hug.Â
âYeah, nice to have met you, too,â you breathed out, quiet, but it was enough for Heejin to pat you on your back and let go.
âWeâll text,â Heejin said as she stepped back to make space for Jungkook to hug you. He and you locked eyes, both knowing exactly what Heejin was expecting of you two.Â
There was this terrible moment of hesitance, and you were ready to throw up a hand and give Jungkook a simple wave, but he leaned forward and stretched out one arm. You leaned forward too with your feet planted metres away from him, which led to a rather awkward half-hug thing, but it was definitely more than both of you could offer, more than anyone could really ask for.
Jungkook patted your back two times, and you frowned because who patted someoneâs back twice and only twice? The âhugâ didnât last longer than a second before both of you jumped away from each other.
âThat was so awkward,â Heejin chortled and threw her head back, loud and beautiful laughter resounding in the air. Jungkookâs cheeks did what they should have done when you had commented on how he had a whole closet in the back of his car: flush.
âWhatever. Weâre old friends, remember?â Jungkook argued and it was definitely the sight of Heejin laughing that had him do what he, again, should have done when you had commented on how he had a whole closet in the back of his car: laugh.
âAnyway, weâll see each other,â Jungkook mumbled into your general direction before taking Heejinâs hand into his and leading her away from you two, throwing up his hand for a wave. Heejin beamed at Taehyung and you and you mustered up the best and most convincing smile for the last time this night.
âBye. Weâll be in touch.â
âBye.â
You didnât say âbyeâ, too focused on the way Jungkook fixed the jacket that was slipping off Heejinâs shoulders, and when it almost landed in the dirt, your heart dropped. You wanted to catch it, take it and hold it close to your heart because that was your jacket. Jungkook caught it though just in time and you let out a breath.
âReally squeezing my hand here, huh?â Taehyung pressed through his smile and you looked down at your hands, realising only now that your knuckles had turned white. Immediately, you let go.
âIâm sorry,â you mumbled, face flushing hot. Taehyung simply dismissed it with a smile, but you could see him lightly knead his hand, stretching it to get the blood circulating again.
âItâs fine.â Taehyung tilted his head at you. âI guess you donât have a car yet, right?â You were about to respond, but he didnât give you enough time. âI can give you a ride.â
âYeah, that would be great.â You nodded and Taehyung and you made your way to the parking lot. He held the car door open for you and when you were both strapped into your seats, you turned to him. âYou didnât have anything to drink, right?â
âNope, been sipping on my water the whole night,â he chuckled as he put the keys into the ignition, slowly pulling out of the parking lot. You nodded and sank a little into the seat. The tension that had been sitting in your shoulders and in every single one of your joints slowly escaped you and you let out a sigh.
You typed your address into Taehyungâs phone, Google Maps doing the rest, and for a few minutes, both of you simply drove in silence, enjoyed it. The night had been hard on both of you, and you two were definitely ready to jump into your beds and go to sleep. The silence was exactly what you needed right now, at least you thought that was what you both needed.
âWhat happened outside?â
You should have expected him to ask because, of course, he would, but it still had you turning your head to him and eyes growing wide. Taehyung met your gaze and you put your hands together in your lap, thumbs rubbing against one another.
âWell,â your feet pressed into the ground, âhe, uh, asked me if I was gonna stay here and if we all kept in touch. And,â your voice quivered only the tiniest bit, but Taehyung noticed, âhow long Iâve been back and everything.â
You shrugged. âThe basic things, you know. Nothing special.â
Taehyung hummed and his brows furrowed together with his lips pulled into a thin line. He was clearly not believing you completely, not buying what you were selling him. You pressed harder against the ground, begging for it to give in and let you sink into a hole.
âAnything else?â
Lying was stupid, lying to Taehyung was even stupider, but you seemed to like to be stupid today.
âNope.â You said the last syllable with a pop and it had Taehyungâs frown deepening and his gaze digging into you when you two stopped at a red light.Â
âY/N.â A sigh followed and you lowered your gaze before shaking your head as your teeth sank into your tongue.
âFine,â you breathed out and slammed back, head hitting your seat definitely too hard. âWe- well, he-â
Taehyung turned to you, but you stared out the window, realising that you were almost at home now. His eyes dug into your face and you sighed, thinking of a way to word all of this.
âWe- technically, we didnât talk much at all. At least I didnât,â you started again and took your time to get it all together. âBut- he did say that he,â a heavy sigh slipped past your lips and you gnawed on your tongue before deciding to just say it, âlearned from our relationship that people are selfish and that he hoped he would never have to see me again after this.â
Taehyung was stunned, stunned silent and you wished he would say something, react in some way. The tension came rising back, stretching every one of your joints to the point it hurt.
âYouâre fucking kidding me,â Taehyung muttered underneath his breath and when you turned to him, there was anger etched onto every line of his face. It was burning in his eyes and it had you quickly jump to Jungkookâs defense.
âNo- itâs fine. I get-â
âNo, Y/N, itâs not fucking fine,â Taehyung interrupted and to your dismay, you had reached your front door. He parked rather smoothly and when you came to a stop, Taehyung turned to you.
âDonât say itâs fine because we both know itâs not,â Taehyung said and you didnât meet his eyes. âItâs rude, unnecessarily rude. I get it. Heâs pissed and you hurt him and whatever, but itâs been four fucking years. And heâs literally the one that broke up with you-â
âWell, I was leaving for America-â
âBut you wanted to try, right? You didnât want to break up, right?â Taehyung asked and you didnât say anything. âSee! You wanted to try, but he refused. Donât even get me started on the fact that he didnât say goodbye to you at all. You go to America and he doesnât even bother to show up at the airport after dating you for almost four years, not to mention text you or call you on the day to wish you well? I havenât forgotten that bullshit yet.â
You pressed your lips into a thin line and lowered your gaze.
Taehyung sighed and ran a hand through his hair. âLook, I still love him. Heâs my friend after all, and itâs not like I donât get it why heâs mad. I do, in a way, and not because I âhateâ,â Taehyung made air quotes around the word hate, âyou for going or anything, but because it was surprising. But still saying shit like that is not okay.â
âItâs fine,â you tried again, but your words seem to have the fire in Taehyung growing because he shook his head vigorously.
âStop saying that! Itâs not.â Taehyung paused, taking a moment to breathe. âItâs definitely not. Heâs so-â Taehyung threw up his hands and pressed his lips into a hard line, words failing him as his anger consumed him more and more.Â
âWe all thought he was over it.â
âHe isnât,â you mumbled and Taehyung âduhâs your answer, realising himself that Jungkook was far, very far from getting over you leaving, not to mention forgive you in any shape or form.
Both of you sat in silence for a while and your fingers itched for the door handle. You hated this, hated this because Taehyung didnât get that you were fine, didnât get that you were fine with the way Jungkook treated you because you had fucked up and now, these were the consequences.
âYou donât have to do this.â
You kept staring out of the window, kept staring like you couldnât feel Taehyungâs eyes dig into your profile and demand for you to look at him, kept staring like you couldnât hear him.
âThereâs no one forcing you to go next week. You could just simply-â
âI know,â you said and sighed. You leaned forward and covered your eyes, pressing on them slightly as you thought of everything that had happened today, thought of every little interaction you had shared with Jungkook.
âI know,â you muttered before looking up and turning your gaze to Taehyung, cheek falling into your open palm. âI know.â
Taehyung and you looked at each other for a few seconds.
âYouâre still gonna go, huh?â
You sat up straight and unbuckled your seatbelt, arms stretching out to pull Taehyung into a hug. He reciprocated it and you tightened your arms around him a little more than you usually would, chin resting on his shoulder.
âYouâre still great, Tae.â
Taehyung chuckled and patted your back, sinking deeper into the hug. You were the one to pull away, but you rested your hands on his shoulder and looked him dead in the eye.
âNo, really,â you smiled and squeezed his shoulders. âYouâre really great, Taehyung.â
Slightly embarrassed by your words, Taehyung looked down at his hands.
âYouâre stupid, Y/N.â
You laughed.
When you came out of the shower that night and checked your phone, a frown etched onto your face.
[Youâve been added to the âDDâ group chat]
[Unknown Number - 11:24 PM] : hi! itâs heejin here and I just wanted to ask if next saturday works for everyone!!
[Unknown Number sent in location]
[Unknown Number - 11:24 PM] : my address!
[tae - 11:27 PM] : uh DD?
[Unknown Number - 11:27 PM] : double date. couldnt think of anything else realy
[tae - 11:27 PM] : okay lol but yeah should work
[Unknown Number - 11:32 PM] : yeah, think I can make it too
[Unknown Number - 11:32 PM] : okay, great! only gotta wait for y/nâs answer now
[tae - 11:32 PM] : wouldnt expect an answer any time soon lmao shes too stupid to text
[You - 11:48 PM] : you take a shower once and immediately people talk shit about you :))Â
[You - 11:48 PM] : but should work for me too
[tae - 11:48 PM] : love you too sweetie! and goodnight!!
[You - 11:48 PM] : :))))
When you went to save Heejinâs number, you got distracted by her profile picture. She was smiling right into the camera, smiling the same smile she had smiled at you. It was almost scary how genuine her smile looked even through a simple picture. No one smiled like Heejin.Â
Her number was saved rather quickly, but when you went and clicked on Jungkookâs number, you were, once again, distracted by his profile picture. You should have expected it for Jungkook to have Heejin and him together as his profile picture, but it still shocked and surprised you, had your lips pressing into a hard line.
Jungkook had his arm around Heejin and she was looking at him, mid-laugh There was a proud smirk on his lips, that proud smirk he got whenever he managed to make someone laugh. Both looked at each other and the sun brought out both of their eyes, brought out the love in them. You could practically see it glimmering in their pupils.
Your heart tumbled in your chest, tumbled in the most painful way possible, but you ignored it, ignored it because what else were you going to do? Complain? You had no right to.
And as you let your phone slip into your pocket, a certain thought planted itself into your mind, robbing you of the peace and quiet you thought you would get once you were at home. The roots dug deeper and deeper into you until it was ingrained in you, swimming through your blood and consuming you whole, chewing you up over and over again simply to spit you out.
You would have been Heejin if you hadnât left.
âWhat is she like?â
There was a beat of silence for a moment and you hugged your knees you had pulled close to your body self a little tighter at the question.
Your phone was laying on your desk, speakers on.
âWell,â Taehyung sighed, âsheâs- sheâs nice, I guess.â
Taehyung said it like a question, clearly choosing his words carefully as he tried not to offend you in any way, and you almost smiled at that.Â
âYeah, sheâs nice,â you agreed.
âThatâs great,â Yerim started, uncertainty swinging in her words. âRight? Thatâs great that sheâs nice, right?â
No one answered and after a while, you pressed your lips into a thin line and nodded.
âYeah, itâs great,â you said and you could hear Yerim exhale in relief. You chewed on your lip, and tried not to think about how it was not great and that you hated that Heejin was nice because it made hating her so much more difficult.
âIâm happy for him.â
This time when you said it, you werenât sure if you really meant it, werenât sure if you could say it from the bottom of your heart. Jungkook still, of course, deserved so much more, deserved better, but the thought that he was doing so much better with Heejin left a bad and bitter taste on your tongue. You didnât want to think or feel like that, but your heart was selfish, just like he had said.
âThatâs nice,â Yoongi mumbled and his voice was muffled, but the familiar snarky tone came through perfectly. âNice of you to lie like that.â
You bit down on your lip and buried your face into your knees.
âDude,â Taehyung said and used âdudeâ like he always did whenever he was getting mad and refused to use oneâs name.Â
âWhat? We all know itâs a lie,â Yoongi said, matter of factly. âItâs not bad. Itâs commendable that Y/Nâs trying, but letâs not act dumb and oblivious to it.â
âYoongi,â Yerim sighed from the other side of the line, groaning. âYou canât just say something like that.â
âWe were all thinking it.â
You pressed your face further into your knees, squeezing your eyes shut as you hugged your legs closer to your chest.
âDude,â Taehyung warned again, voice dropping significantly, and you could picture Yoongi rolling his eyes at him before sitting up to defend himself.
âAll Iâm trying to say is that itâs stupid to lie and pretend that it doesnât suck that Kook is with Heejil or whatever her name-â
âHeejin,â Yerim threw in and there was a beat of silence before Yoongi continued again.
âOkay, fine, Heejin, but it doesnât really matter,â Yoongi paused and the silence that settled was deafening and you begged him to continue. âWhat matters is the fact that Y/N shouldnât need to pretend to be happy for him. They both hurt each other and acting like Y/N only hurt him is so fucking stupid. Kookâs really gotta learn how to be civil and not act like a complete ass-â
âTae!â You cut in and looked at your phone like he could see you. âYou told them? I thought we agreed on leaving that out.â
âPlease, you seriously didnât think I wouldnât tell the others, did you?â Taehyung scoffed and you huffed, brows furrowing together as you fixed your phone with a glare like it was to blame for this.
âAnd Iâm happy that he did tell us, Y/N,â Yoongi said and you groaned, burying your face once more into your knees now. âYou donât deserve to be treated like that. I get it that Kookâs mad because it was all very sudden and quick and you were his first love or whatever, but itâs not a reason to be an ass to you.â
You didnât respond, and for a while, the silence lingered on. It was almost unbearable, but you couldnât think of anything to say, knowing already you were going to be shut down anyway.
âYou donât have to do this,â Yoongi said and sounded exactly like Taehyung. You looked up and put your chin on top of your knee before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.
âYeri?â
There was a shuffle and a moment later it was followed by a sigh. âNo, I do agree with the others. Kook can be mad and everythingâwe all get it in a wayâbut itâs not an excuse to be an ass to you and say hurtful shit like that. Youâre not selfish for following your dreams. Also, didnât he technically break up with you? So, actually, I donât get why heâs still mad at you.â
You stayed silent.
âAgain, you-â
âI know, Yoongs,â you groaned. âI know that I donât have to do this,â a heavy sigh slipped past your lips, âbut itâs just this one time anyway and unlike what you guys might think, Iâm not hurt by what he said.â
Neither Taehyung nor Yerim nor Yoongi said something for a while and just as the silence was about to become too unbearable and just as you were about to tell them you had to do something and therefore, hang up, Taehyung spoke up.
âYouâre stupid, Y/N.â
You peeled your eyes open and lowered your gaze, a tight smile splitting apart on your lips.
âI know.â
You couldnât recall how this had happened, how a simple film night turned into a dinner party, but somehow you were all standing in the middle of Heejinâs kitchen, preparing dinner. Taehyung and Jungkook were manning the stove, cooking the meat and Heejin and you were cutting up vegetables for a salad.
âCareful!â
You froze at Heejinâs voice and looked up, eyes locking with hers. Jungkook and Taehyung stopped messing around and turned their focus to you two, brows raising at the sudden exclamation. When you looked back down where Heejinâs fingers had curled around your wrist, you realised that you were about to cut off your fingers. Immediately, you let go of the knife and forced a laugh to spill from your lips.
âShit. Good catch.â
âYou okay? Almost cut off your fingers there,â Heejin said with a small smile and you quickly nodded, ignoring the gazes that were digging into your back.Â
âYeah, uh, just spaced out a little,â you mumbled and Heejin laughed, returning to cutting up the rest of her carrots.Â
You grabbed your glass of wine and when you took a sip from it, your eyes locked with Taehyungâs. There was a deep line etched between his brows and in an attempt to smooth it over, you smiled at him. It took him a second, but he smiled back at you and seeing his smile had your smile turn into a genuine one.
Your gaze wandered and locked with Jungkookâs. You looked at him without meaning to. Your gaze just automatically travelled to him. His face was stiff and hard. Harsh lines were carved into it and you thought he was going to say something, scoff at you, but then he turned around without a word.
Taehyung and you looked at each other once more and his jaw locked up, but you shook your head. When he sighed, you thanked him with a smile and turned away, putting your wine glass down to focus on your vegetables again.
âOh.â
Heejin stopped and looked up, raising her brows at your sudden exclamation.
âWhat?â she asked with a tilt of her head and you pointed at the cucumber on her cutting board.
âI, uh, like them diced more,â you said and Heejin blinked at you, expecting you to be joking. âYeah, I- I just think cucumbers taste better diced.â
You shrugged and Heejinâs light laugh filled the air before she nodded and started dicing the cucumber.
âOkay, sure thing. Diced cucumbers it is.â
You smiled at her. âThanks.âÂ
Heejin waved it off. You stopped yourself from shaking your head at yourself because a week ago, Taehyung and you were rolling your eyes at Jungkook for preferring his cucumbers diced, but here you were, making sure his cucumbers were going to be cut the way he liked them.
âSo, tell me,â Heejin started when you picked up the knife. She tucked her hair away and looked at you. âWhat was Kook like in high school?â
You stopped chopping your tomatoes and bit on your lip. You struggled to think of something to say and Heejinâs staring certainly didnât make it any easier.
âHe, uh, well, the same, I think,â you started and your words had Heejin chuckling. âI mean, I donât think he really changed that much since.â You kept cutting up your tomatoes, eyes focused on the task in front of you. âAt least, I doubt it. He didnât change much during high school, so, I donât think he did now.â
âWell, what was he like during high school?â Heejin asked again, not getting the answer she had been fishing for.
âFunny and kind,â you said without missing a beat and surprised yourself. You paused before shrugging and transferring your tomato wedges inside the big salad bowl. âHeâsânot to gas him upâbut heâs always been funny and kind, I guess. Like, heâs just always had a good heart.â You took the last tomato, starting to cut it up into wedges too. âHeâs always just cared about others around him and tried to make others happy. Itâs- itâs really nice and sweet.â
âThatâs-â
âLike, one time he stayed after school with,â you quickly swallowed the âmeâ, âuh, one of our friends for hours because they had lost their keys. And they didnât even ask him to stay. He just did it himself and helped them out because they were, like, freaking out and on the brink of tears. And they werenât even friends at that point. They were just classmates, but he- that didnât matter to him. He helped them nevertheless.â
You laughed at the memory a little, remembering clearly how panicked you had been when you had realised that you had lost your keys.
âBut he also definitely has his dramatic tendencies, and heâs also very picky with his food. Iâm sure you know by now- oh, and heâs constantly late. At this point, itâs just chronic. Donât get me started on his shitty excuses.â
You put away the last tomato wedges and your grip around the knife loosened. With your eyes on your hands, you sighed and without noticing, a smile stretched across your lips.
âBut nevertheless, heâs a really amazing and great person.â
Heejin had long stopped dicing the cucumber and simply stared at you. When you looked up to her, you realised that maybe you had said too much. Your heart dropped into your stomach at the realisation and you were about to dismiss your words when a smile grew on Heejinâs lips.
âThatâs great to hear,â she said and you couldnât figure out if she meant it or not. âSounds like you two were close.â
âWell, no- He was known for being kind and funny at our school. Ask anybody, theyâd say the same thing about him,â you laughed and you hoped you could hide the wavering of your voice. âAnd if anyone was close to him, then it was Taehyung.â
âWhat was I?â
Taehyung stood next to you and you were about to respond when he took one of the tomato wedges and plopped them into his mouth. He stopped chewing when he saw the diced cucumbers and he looked at you, but you avoided his gaze.
âDonât eat all of them. Itâs for the salad. Also, are you done with your thing?â you said when he mindlessly reached for a second tomato wedge. You slapped his hand away, eliciting a gasp and whine from him.
âYouâre mean, Y/N,â a pout formed on Taehyungâs lips, but you simply rolled your eyes at him, âand, yeah, Kook is finishing everything up.â He rubbed his hand. âAlso, what was I?â
You sighed and put down the knife, reaching for the kitchen towel hanging from Taehyungâs shoulder to wipe your hands on it. âClose to him during high school.â
Taehyung raised his brows for a second before his gaze wandered behind you and it clicked in his mind. âTalking about the past, huh?â
âYeah, Kook rarely ever talks about it,â Heejin said and you took the little piece of uncut cucumber from her cutting board, wanting to busy yourself with something.
âWhat are you guys talking about?â Jungkook turned off the stove and walked up to you, stopping behind Heejin.
âHigh school,â Taehyung said and Jungkookâs eyes shot to you. His gaze dug into you, but you acted like you couldnât feel it, couldnât feel him looking at you and instead kept your focus on dicing the cucumber in front of you.
âYeah, you never wanna talk about it, babe,â Heejin repeated again and Jungkook frowned at her words.
âIt wasnât a good time.â
For just a second, you stopped focusing on the cucumber and instead focused on the icicles slowly forming in your lungs and the piercing breeze blowing through your chest, but you pulled it together and ignored the cold spreading through you.
âWait, seriously?â Heejin asked and looked at Jungkook with raised brows.Â
âYeah, I guess-â Jungkook shrugged and you could feel Taehyungâs eyes on you as you poured the diced cucumbers into the salad bowl. âIt wasnât-â
Jungkook looked over to you for a second, but you didnât meet his gaze. You just kept staring at the cutting board and over your head, Taehyung shot Jungkook a look that almost resembled a glare.Â
âI just donât like thinking back to that time.â Jungkook shrugged once more and you let go of the knife. It hit the cutting board with a faint thud that had your face contorting and Taehyung tensing up next to you. His fingers pulled on your wrist and wrapped around it, thumb brushing over your skin to soothe you, but it did nothing to thaw the icicles hanging from your lungs, sharp and ready to steal your breath.
âI mean itâs not like it was awful or anything. I did have my friends and a g- uh, stuff like that, and at the time, I thought it was great,â Jungkook continued on, and your heart froze up more and more with each of his words.
His eyes wandered to you, digging into you as he continued,
âBut great things always have to come to an end.â
Taehyung was glued to your side for the rest of the time, and you thanked him with a smile when you felt like you could muster up one. He shot one right back at you and by the time dinner was actually served, you had almost completely forgotten about Jungkookâs words and the way they had frozen up your heart.
You almost forgot.
Because for some reason, you were the one sitting across from Jungkook. When Taehyung and you had noticed, you couldnât switch anymore. And so, Jungkook and you made sure to keep your heads low and your legs tucked underneath your chairs.
âHow come?â
You looked up and blinked at Heejin as she quickly swallowed the rice to continue talking.
âHow come both of you havenât watched âTitanicâ?â she asked and pointed between Taehyung and you.Â
âI donât think thereâs necessarily a reason, right?â you said and looked at Taehyung for confirmation. He hummed in agreement and shrugged, stuffing his face with some of the salad.
âDo you guys just not like romcoms?â
âUh, wouldnât say we donât like them,â Taehyung mumbled, âbut we donât really watch them either.â
âYeah, most are just a little too unrealistic for me,â you added and took a sip from your wine.Â
âI get that. Unrealistic romcoms are definitely the worst,â Heejin laughed. âKook and I really enjoy romcoms though.â
You almost told Heejin that you knew that, that you knew very much that Jungkook was a sucker for romcoms. He had been the romantic of you two, taking you out on the most extra dates, making sure that you always felt special, trying his hardest to make your relationship into a romcom.
âNetflix has put out some really great and realistic ones though recently,â Heejin continued. âLike, âSet It Upâ is really great and funny and âTo All The Boys Iâve Ever Loved Beforeâ while a little more cheesy, is still very great.â
âYou really like romcoms, donât you?â you asked and Heejin beamed at your question, clearly excited about the prospect of talking about romcoms in depth.
âYeah, I absolutely love them,â she sighed and leaned forward a little, her smile widening. You smiled back at her because it was truly hard not to smile at Heejin.
âWhatâs your favourite one?â you asked and Heejinâs smile grew into a grin, eyes glossing over as the excitement etched onto her face.Â
âHard question, but Iâd say âAbout Timeâ and âSomeone Greatâ are some of my favourites,â Heejin said and you perked up.
âDidnât we watch âAbout Timeâ?â You looked over to Jungkook without meaning to and when he met your gaze, his eyes were big and flushed with panic. Quickly, you added, âWe watched it together, right? All of us?â
Your head whipped around to Taehyung and he was mid-bite, caught off guard.Â
âYeah, no, we, uh, did,â Taehyung coughed out, slightly choking on his rice.
âWasnât it great?â Heejin said with a big grin and you nodded, taking a big sip from your wine.
âW-what was the other one again? âSomeone Greatâ? What is that one about? I donât think Iâve heard of it,â you said, changing the topic. Jungkook quickly went back to focusing on his food, but Taehyung was still looking at you out of the corner of his eye.
âOh, itâs about Jennyâsheâs the main characterâwho is a journalist, and she lands her dream job, but to fulfill it, she has to move across the country,â Heejin started to explain and you thought you were hearing wrong. You almost choked on your own spit and you werenât the only one noticing the similarities because Jungkook slowly raised his head and looked at you.
âHer boyfriend, Nate, of, I think, nine or ten years ends up breaking up with her because of it and then she and her friends, like, try to forget about everything and cheer her up. Itâs a really good film. They also all have their own respective relationship problems and we also get to see Jennyâs and her boyfriendâs relationship through flashbacks,â Heejin finished up telling and Taehyungâs hand found yours. You let go of your fork to interlace your fingers with his because right now, you needed someone to hold onto.
âItâs not your conventional romcom,â Heejin said with a smile. âItâs why I love it so much. It totally brings up the question of love or work and whatâs the right choice.â
You hummed and looked away, deciding not to look at Jungkook because you didnât want to see the way his features contort and harden. You had seen it once already, had seen his face split apart in pain once before. You had seen it when you had told him you were leaving, and ever since, you hadnât gotten it out of your head. It had haunted you all of these years.Â
You knew if you looked at Jungkook right now, the guilt and bad memories would bubble up and chew you out again. A lump would lodge itself into your throat and your heart would tighten into an impossible knot and everything in your body would ache and scream and tears would prick your eyes and your lungs would freeze to ice.Â
At the sight of it, you would be left on the floor, gutted and breathless and in pain and frozen.
âWhat do you think, Y/N?â
You were more than caught off guard by the question and you scrunched up your brows, tilting your head to the side as you met Heejinâs gaze.
âLike, the fact that her boyfriend broke up with her and she essentially had to choose between love and work. What do you think about that?â Heejin blinked at you and her expression was hard to read. Her lips were pressed into a thin line and her brows were slightly raised.
You stammered for something to say, incredibly aware that all eyes were on you. Jungkook seemed to be staring holes into you, almost like he was challenging you to say the wrong thing. Taehyung squeezed your hand even tighter now and you couldnât thank him enough because it offered you enough strength to croak out,Â
âI donât know.â
For a moment, there was silence.
âWell, I think it was fair of her boyfriend to break up with her because leaving like that was just shitty,â Jungkook piped up and Taehyung scoffed quietly underneath his breath, whispering an âof courseâ to himself.
âI wouldnât say breaking up with her was fair at all,â Taehyung argued and you squeezed Taehyungâs hands, wishing he wouldnât do this, wouldnât start all of this, but you couldnât get through him. He couldnât feel your hand tightening around his, could only feel the anger coursing through his veins.
âHow is breaking up with her not fair if they were going to break up anyway? It was inevitable. She essentially left him for a job. Might as well just do it instead of dragging it out,â Jungkook said and put down his fork and knife, leaning back to cross his arms in front of his chest.
âDude, no, it wasnât,â Taehyung spat out and tried his hardest to keep his voice level. âThey could have tried, tried to work it out somehow. Maybe they would have broken up later, but not trying at all and then being mad at the other person is not fair at all and fucking ridiculous.â
Heejin looked between Jungkook and Taehyung as they threw words at each otherâs heads like doing so would make the other understand. You sank deeper into the chair and never more did you wish for a hole to appear underneath you and swallow you. In fact, you wouldnât mind if the hole swallowed you and never spat you out again.
The conversation had taken a different turn than Heejin had intended it to go and you hoped and prayed she wouldnât piece it together, wouldnât figure out what exactly was being said right now, wouldn't manage to read between the lines.
âCan you really blame her boyfriend, though?â Jungkook was slipping now. The anger was consuming him slowly and wholly, taking over him. âI- he must have been so caught off guard by the news that she was moving away. Itâs not okay or fair to keep that shit from him all the time and then expect him to be fine with it or supportive after telling him-â
âYeah, I get it. It sucks that she kept it from y- him, but ever thought that there was a reason, huh?â Taehyung was breaking as well and the mask of friendliness and neutrality was sliding off, sliding off so fast he couldnât catch it. Not that he bothered to. âEver thought that she kept it a secret from him because she was scared and didnât want to hurt him? Like, fine, dude, be mad at the moment, but hating her forever and not even bidding her goodbye-â
âYou donât seem to get just how hurt I- he was, Taehyung. Itâs not that easy-â
âHow is it not that easy to be a decent human being? If he loved her, if he really loved her, he would have realised that it was her dream and wished her well-â
âWell, if she really loved him, she wouldnât have left him like that! But she did because sheâs selfish.âÂ
At this point, Jungkook and Taehyung were essentially screaming at each other, words bitter and far too loud.
âDude, how is it selfish to chase your dreams? Also, what the fuck are you trying to say? Is she meant to always choose him over everything-â
âNo, thatâs literally not what Iâm saying. She should have talked to him-â
âAnd she did, but he didnât listen. What was she gonna do? Harass him into listening?â
âNo, because at that point, when he refused to listen, she had already messed it all up! She had already broken him. Fuck, they were literally dating for years and years and one day, she just tells him sheâs gonna leave? Like, what the actual fuck? What about their promise of forever? What about that? Was he not enough for her now?â
Jungkook was glaring at Taehyung with his eyes blown out wide and his chest heaving, lungs aching for air.
âShe can go fuck herself for that!â
Your knuckles turned white around Taehyungâs hand and your teeth sank into your tongue. It was your poor attempt to numb the pain rippling through you now with even more pain.
Jungkookâs words were dripping with venom and anger. They sliced into you and pushed out any warmth inside you, leaving you freezing and cold. They poisoned you, sent the icicles crashing down from where they had been hanging, and they pierced through your lungs and filled them up with blood. You could feel yourself choke, suffocate slowly and painfully as his words replayed over and over again in your mind like a broken record.
You wanted to press your eyes shut and run away. You didnât want to hear any of it anymore, didnât want to have to listen to Taehyung and Jungkook screaming at each other, yelling like it was a battle of who could be the loudest.
Your eyes locked with Jungkookâs and while his stare was cold and hard, colder and harder than you had ever seen it, there seemed to be something else glimmering in his eyes too. And that something made him look like he knew he had gone too far, look like he knew exactly what his words were doing to you, but right now, he didnât care, didnât care just how much he was hurting you because in his mind, you had hurt him first, had hurt him worse.
So, hurting you was okay, justified even.
Taehyung fixed Jungkook with a glare, but he simply held his own, eyes digging into Taehyungâs as much as his eyes were digging into Jungkookâs. Taehyungâs nostrils were flared and his jaw was locked to the point it had to hurt. Both slipped into a staring contest either were more than determined to win.
At the end though, it was Jungkook who tore his gaze away, but the anger and frustration were etched onto every line and edge of his face.Â
Taehyung scoffed before throwing his fork down on the plate and jumping up. His chair hit the floor and you were about to pick it up when he yanked on your hand. You stumbled after him more than anything else and as Taehyung led you around the table and out of the kitchen, your gaze met Heejinâs.
Her brows were drawn together and for once, there was no hint of a smile on her lips. You wanted to apologise to her, tell her it was all fineâeven though you werenât even sure if it wasâbut then you saw her hand on his knee underneath the table and suddenly, there was an unbelievably uncomfortable knot sitting in your throat, stopping you.
âI hope you donât choke on your fucking diced cucumbers, dude.â
[yoongs - 08:23 PM] : @y/n @tehyung how is the dinner going?
[yeri - 08:34 PM] : ohh, yeah, how is it? are you guys still stuck watching jack draw rose like one of his ~french girls~??
[yeri - 08:34 PM] : also yoongs do you have taes name saved wrong in your phone??? wtf
[yoongs - 08:57 PM] : have you guys gotten to that stupid door scene yet?
[yeri - 09:14 PM] : are you ignoring me?Â
[yoongs - 09:43 PM] : @y/n @tehyung didnt you guys say youd try to go home asap
[yoongs - 09:43 PM] : how long is dinner and a film? or are you guys ignoring us?
[yeri - 09:45 PM] : tae, are you ignoring us like yoongs is ignoring me right now?? like y/n i get bc she sucks at texting, but you? tae? not responding? :o
[You - 04:57 AM] : hey, yoongs! please dont say anything to yeri or tae, but could you give me his address? kinda urgent.
[yoongs - 09:14 AM] : are you okay? why are you texting me at 4?
[You - 09:14 AM] : im fine. ill tell you all about it later. just give me his address please
[yoongs - 09:15 AM] : uff fine
[yoongs sent in location]
[yoongs - 09:15 AM] : its 201
In high school, you hadnât been nearly as close to Taehyung as you were now. It wasnât because you hadnât been friends with each other, but rather because he had been so close to Jungkook already. Even after your friend group had formed, the two always had a different kind of bond, a deeper one. And even after Jungkook and you had started dating, their bond had been just as strong as yours had been with Jungkook.Â
It had never bothered you because Taehyung and Jungkook had known each other forever, had known each other since they were in diapers. In fact, Yerim, Yoongi and you had always poked fun at that, always joked that those two were the true couple of your friend group.Â
It was why you should have expected this to happen when you knocked on Taehyungâs front door.
âJungkook?â
Your lips parted slightly as you stared at him with big eyes. He was equally as shocked as you were, clearly not checking who it had been before opening the door.
âHowâd you get in?â he asked with a furrow of his brows and you stammered before pointing behind you.
âUh, someone let me in when they were walking out,â you explained and Jungkook scoffed slightly, head shaking from left to right as he cursed his neighbour.
Jungkook was donning a simple white T-Shirt and grey swats. You had seen him in this outfit more times than you could count when you had dated, but it still had your heart quickening because, fuck, he did look good dressed like that.
And as you stared at him, all of the memories of yesterday came rushing back to you and immediately, you lowered your gaze to your feet.
âHe isnât here. Didnât come home yesterday,â Jungkook mumbled, knowing exactly why you were here and that you definitely were not here for him. Judging from your reaction upon seeing him, you hadnât expected to see him. Another scoff almost escaped him, but somehow, he managed to swallow it.Â
When you looked back up to him, Jungkook was already walking away, but the door stood wide open. Interpreting him leaving the door open as inviting you inside, you stepped in and closed the door behind you.
You tightened your grip around your tote bag as you walked inside, steps light. You were ready to run right out if Jungkook was to ask you why the fuck you invited yourself inside, but he didnât. He just walked into the living room and sat down on his U shaped couch before pulling out his phone and mindlessly scrolling through it.
Unsure what to doânot only because you had never been here before, but also because you hadnât expected to see Jungkookâyou stopped behind him, not daring to take a single step inside the living room.
It was small and most of the room was taken up by the U shaped couch, but somehow it still looked home-y and cozy. Something about it, about the way the furniture was arranged and the room was decorated screamed comfort and you knew Jungkook was to thank for it.Â
âJesus fucking Christ, just sit. Looks like Iâm not letting you.â
You snapped around to see Jungkook rolling his eyes at you. He gestured around him, offering you the rest of the couch, but you hesitated to do just what he had told you to. His eyes continued to burn into you and after a second and some internal debating, you wandered around the couch and sat down, choosing the seat that was furthest from Jungkookâs.
The gap between you two was huge, enough to fit Taehyung, Yerim and Yoongi between it, and you were more than thankful for it because the tension was palpable, thick, so thick a knife couldnât even cut through it, so thick it could stop a bullet.
You put down your tote bag next to you, but you held it close to you, protecting the food inside. After a few seconds of silence, you pulled out your phone, unlocking it to open Taehyungâs and your chat.
[You - 09:32 AM] : where, uh, are you right now?
[You - 09:32 AM] : please come home asap. im sitting in the living room with him and its awkward as fuck. hurry
[You - 09:32 AM] : also why the fuck didnt you tell me you lived w him??
You were about to make a new group chat, add Yoongi and Yerim to it and panic text them when Taehyung came online and started typing.
[tae - 09:32 AM] : wtf??
[tae - 09:33 AM] : why the fuck ar u at my place?? you know where i lve?
[tae - 09:33 AM] : im there asap
[You - 09:33 AM] : i made you food as a way to say sorry
[tae - 09:33 AM] : go into my room its in the back. on the left second dor
[tae - 09:33 AM] : why sorry????
[You - 09:34 AM] : okay good. hurry
[You - 09:34 AM] : uh well your fight with him???? you forgot abt it?
[tae - 09:34 AM] : no ofc not
[tae - 09:34 AM] : but
[You - 09:34 AM] : omfg what does it matter. just come home
[tae - 09:35 AM] : fine
You sighed and hoped that Taehyung was going to come back in the next ten minutes or so because you couldnât stand being in a room with Jungkook any longer. You just couldnât forget that he was right here, that he was just sitting a few metres away from you, in the same room as you.
âBut she did because sheâs selfish.â
âWhen he refused to listen, she had already messed it all up!â
âShe had already broken him.â
âHe wasnât enough for her now?â
âWhat about their promise of forever?â
âShe can go fuck herself for that!â
You pressed your lips together and let your head fall, eyes squeezing shut as you tried to block it all out, tried not to think, but it was hard, hard when the person you had hurt the most in the world was sitting right there. You wanted to fall to your knees and beg for Jungkookâs forgiveness, but you doubted you had a right to even do that, not to mention talk to him.
The guilt had been eating you up since yesterday evening and continued on as you laid in bed, desperately trying to get some sleep. In the end, you watched the sun creep up the sky, painting your hometown in a tragic orange.Â
âHere.â
You peeled your eyes open at the sound before slowly raising your head to see Jungkook standing right in front of you, hands buried in his sweats. He nodded towards the coffee table and when you looked at it, a cup of coffee was sitting on top of it.
âLooks like you havenât slept in years,â Jungkook scoffed, almost like his words were meant to hurt you, but for once, for the first time since you had seen him again, they had warmth spreading through you.Â
âOh, thanks.â
You reached for the cup of coffee, and it was bordering on cold, but when you took a sip from it, you could feel the sun start to shine in your chest and thaw the remnants of the icicles that had stayed behind from yesterday, shine away the mess that yesterday had left behind.
âThanks,â you mumbled again, but Jungkook had already turned on his heel and sat down again. You didnât care, didnât care because that had just been the first somewhat civil interaction Jungkook and you had shared and you couldnât help but treasure it.
If you were completely honest, the coffee tasted okay at best and kind of bad at worst, and maybe it was because you were incredibly tired so any caffeine was welcomed or maybe it was because Jungkook had given you the cup of coffee, but somehow that was the best cup of coffee you had ever had. It dissolved on your tongue in the best way possible.Â
âUh,â you turned to Jungkook and he looked up from his phone, brows shooting up as his lips pulled into a thin line. You wanted to say something, but your voice had to have dissolved with the coffee because you couldnât get it to come out.
You simply pointed at your empty cup of coffee and after a few more seconds of incredibly awkward staring, you managed to croak out, âWhere can I put, uh-â
âJust leave it on the coffee table,â Jungkook said before immediately turning back to his phone. You nodded nevertheless and did as you were told.
You pulled out your phone too, and, so, you two sat there for a while in silence as you waited for Taehyung to come home. Almost twenty minutes had passed at this point and because you were too focused on your phone, you didnât notice Jungkook turn off his phone and put it back in his pocket, didnât notice him press his lips into a thin line before sighing and looking up to you.
âYou remember how I like my cucumbers cut?â
Your eyes shot to him and you could feel the heat crawl up your neck at the question, recalling clearly how he had reacted when you had insinuated how well you still knew him, how that had led to him fixing you with the most piercing stare and ended with him telling you that you taught him that people were selfish and that he hoped you were right and that he didnât have to see you again after this.
âUh,â you started before carefully continuing, âyeah. I- I do.â
And it was then that you watched Jungkook crack a smile.
He smiled like he hadnât essentially told you to go fuck yourself yesterday, smiled like you hadnât broken his heart, smiled like everything was fine between you two. For the first few seconds, you thought your brain was playing a joke on you, thought you were seeing wrong and that the coffee was hitting you just really hard, but then-
âI thought it was dumb that I prefered diced cucumbers.â Jungkook scrunched up his nose and tilted his head at you, and a smile stretched across your lips, heart tumbling in your chest.
âIt is,â you said, âbut Iâve been kind of dumb these days.â
You shrugged and Jungkookâs smile widened the tiniest bit, and you had to bite on your lip to stop your smile from growing into a grin, from growing a little too big.
âI swear they taste better diced-â
âOh my god,â you groaned and rolled your eyes at Jungkook in faux annoyance. âYou still seriously think that-â
âI donât think, I-â
âYeah, I know you donât think,â you said and slipped back into teasing Jungkook like nothing had ever happened between you two, like you had never left, like he hadnât hated and resented you for it, like you hadnât hurt each other, like yesterday hadnât happened.
Jungkook gasped at your words, and you giggled when you saw the smile pulling on the corners of his lips that he was so desperately trying to hide, relieved to know that you hadnât crossed a line.
âDamn, I didnât miss this, Y/N,â Jungkook said with a light laugh and you noticed instantly that Jungkook had said your name. Your heart tumbled in your chest, involuntarily, and as much as you had tried to hide it by biting it away, a grin split apart on your lips.
For once, there was no tension in the air, no cold lingering around you two, no icicles forming in your lungs. For once, your joints werenât tightening to the point it hurt and ached, no stiffness stretching you straight. For once, you felt somewhat comfortable around Jungkook, somewhat at ease.
âWhat did you miss then?âÂ
âYou.â
The answer slipped past Jungkookâs lips, rolled off his tongue without a second thought and you knew it, knew he hadnât meant to say that, knew he hadnât intentionally said it when you saw the blood rush to his face and paint his cheeks a bright and blaring red.
Your lips parted slightly and you blinked at Jungkook. Both of you both fell silent again and snapped your heads around, avoiding each otherâs gazes as much as possible. And slowly, you could feel the tension fill up the room again, seep into every crack of the room, but this time it was different.Â
This time the silence was loud, louder than Taehyung and Jungkook had been yesterday when they were screaming at each other. And with each second it lingered in the stifling air, you felt like it was urging you to say something, urging you to break it and tell Jungkook all of the things you had been wanting to say.
And so, you did, did break it, but you didnât say the things you had been wanting to say. You said the thing you knew was okay to say.
âHeejin is nice.â
You whispered it into the room, whispered it so quietly like you didnât want to break the silence that had been begging to be broken. Your eyes stayed on the ground, stayed focused on anything that wasnât Jungkook, and he did the same, didnât look up either.
âYeah,â Jungkook breathed out and propped his arms on his knees, body leaning forward. âI guess she is.â
You nodded, barely registering his answer because you werenât actually listening for it, not that you could have if you had wanted to because your heart was thumping in your ears, each beat as loud as a bomb going off right next to you.Â
âH-how long have you two been dating?â you asked and you were honestly not sure why you were asking because simply thinking about Heejin and Jungkook together hurt you. Somehow you had been spared of their relationship details so far and you were more than thankful for that.
âWell, uh, a couple months,â Jungkook said with a cough. âAlmost six now, I think.â
âAnd she hasnât met the others yet?â you asked and peeked over to Jungkook. He only lowered his head even more and rubbed the back of his neck.
âYeah, no, she hasnât,â Jungkook mumbled.
âHow come?â you continued in an attempt to lighten the whole situation, but somehow the air seemed to grow thicker with every word you exchanged.Â
Jungkook took his time to answer, eyes scanning the floor like the words would appear on it if he stared long enough, like someone would whisper into his ear why Heejin hadnât met his friends yet, like he would remember what his reasoning was.
âI- I donât know,â Jungkook ended up sighing before curling up into himself, head lowering even more as if he was aiming to plant it to the floor.
âHowâd you meet?â you asked.
âHow does anybody meet anybody these days? Dating apps.â.
âWhat-â
âDid you date?â
The question was simple, each word easy to understand, but you had difficulties figuring out what he was asking you.
âWhen you were there, I mean. Did you date?â
You stammered for an answer, words running away from you like you were children playing Tag on a sunny day with your friends, and you were losing, miserably. The air was knocked out of your lungs and it took you seemingly an eternity to finally get it together and cough out some words, words that put together resembled an answer.
âI- yeah, I, uh, did.â You grimaced at yourself, head lowering to avoid Jungkookâs gaze the same way he had avoided yours before.
âSo, you had, like, a serious-â
âNo,â you cut in a little too fast. âI mean I dated, but nothing was really serious. I never had anything like a proper- you know.â
The corners of Jungkookâs lip curled up the tiniest bit at your answer.
âHow come?â
You sighed and gripped your tote bag next to you, wondering now where the fuck Taehyung was because hadnât he said he would hurry?Â
âIt just never felt quite right, I guess.â You shrugged and shifted from left to right, fingers tightening around your tote bag. âThey were all funny and kind, but- I guess you could say that something was missing. Like, I donât know, the spark or whatever.â Another shrug. âBut also not like I had time to date. Was busy with my studies anyway.â
Jungkook hummed and for a moment, you both fell silent again. You were about to pull out your phone and mumble something about checking where Taehyung was to change the subject to something lighter, easier, when he cut in.
âAnyone significant though?â Your eyes shot to him and you raised your brows at him. His face was neutral, but there was definite curiosity swimming in his pupils. âLike, memorable? Anyone that stuck around a little longer? Or, you know, you liked-â
âNo,â you said with a vigorous shake of your head. âNo one that was in any way memorable or significant. Most just- they just kind of blur together.â
Jungkook looked at you for another second, words sinking in with him before he nodded and hummed. Both of you lowered your gazes again and fell into the all too familiar silence, tension creeping up on you.
But before you could be forced to break the silence once again and word vomit all over yourself, there was a rumbling and a frantic turning of keys. A second later, the front door flew open. Hectic and clumsy steps followed and soon enough, your eyes landed on a frazzled and panting Taehyung.
He stopped in the middle of the room, right in front of Jungkook and you. His chest heaved and judging from the sweat running down his temple, he had run a good amount.
Jungkook looked away when Taehyung stumbled into the living room, and instantly, you could feel a change in the air. The tension sat on your chest, suffocating you as it seeped into every corner of the room.
âMy room,â Taehyung panted before pointing at you and into the hallway, not sparing Jungkook a single glance as he turned on his heel. You didnât follow his words and only tightened your grip around your tote bag.
âI, uh,â you cleared your throat and Taehyung stopped, turning around to look at you with raised brows, confused, âIâd rather stay, uh, here.â
âWhat?â Taehyung asked and irritation started to mix with his confusion. âWhy?â
His eyes dug into yours like he was trying to tell you just how little he wanted to stay here, and you sighed, tucking a strand behind your ear. Your tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you could feel your heart quicken in your chest, quicken impossibly.
âI-â you lowered your head before finally mustering up the courage to say it. âI know I said I came here to say sorry for yesterday, but Iâm also here to say that Iâd like to stopâI guess you could call it fake dating, right?âwell, anyway, Iâm here to tell you Iâd like to stop fake dating you,â you thought to yourself, unsure how to call what Taehyung and you had been doing, âor whatever.â
âWhy?â
âBecause,â you started, voice quiet and calm, and you couldnât look at Taehyung or Jungkook as you explained yourself because, fuck, all of this was so ridiculous and dumb, âI donât like it. I donât like lying. Itâs stupid.â
You shrugged and when you looked up to Taehyung, he had his brows raised at you and his hands on his hips, obviously not believing you at all.
âYouâre literally ly-â
âAlso,â you cut in, not wanting to give Taehyung a chance to disagree with you and because you had to get everything out right now before the courage left you and you were staring at the floor once again. âAlso, itâs just not fair to Heejin. She doesnât deserve to be lied to you. Sheâs a good person and if she finds out that weâve been lying to her, she- I donât know, might break up with, uh, you know.â
Your eyes flickered to Jungkook. He was already looking at you, and maybe it was because your heart was beating in your ears, tumbling way too loud in your chest or maybe because you couldnât properly look at him for more than a second, but you couldnât read his expression. There was something in his eyes, but you couldnât quite figure out what exactly.
âAnd we donât want that, right?âÂ
Your voice wavered as you said the words and you hoped it would go unnoticed, hoped that neither Taehyung nor Jungkook listened closely enough to hear the waver. You folded your arms over your stomach, focusing back on Taehyung. He eyed you, continued to do so and you had to try your hardest not to shift and look away.Â
âFine,â Taehyung sighed, gaze tearing away to let it wander before his eyes returned to you like he had come to accept your decision just now. âWhat do you suggest?â
âI- uh,â you flashed Taehyung a nervous smile and wrung your hands together, âI donât know. I- I figured weâd come up with something,â a short pause, âtogether.â
When you looked over to Jungkook again, he was staring at the floor before meeting your gaze, obviously not thinking he was going to be included in this. You wanted to muster up something that resembled a smile, but looking at him was something you couldnât do, so, your eyes flickered to Taehyung. No smile for Jungkook.
âTogether,â you repeated and Taehyung sighed, head lowering for a few seconds as he squeezed his eyes shut. When he looked up again, there was a deep line etched onto his features.
âFine,â Taehyung breathed out before wandering into the room again and sitting down right opposite of Jungkook.Â
All three of you occupied one side of the U shaped couch, Jungkook the left, Taehyung the right and you the middle.
âOkay, uh,â you started when the silence continued on too long, leaning forward to grab Taehyung's attention. âI- Iâd say we have to break up amicably, right?â
You looked over to Taehyung for some kind of reaction, but his eyes were fixed on Jungkook and his eyes were fixed on Taehyung as well. Your head started to throb and you knew it was a matter of time until it split apart. Unable to take it any longer, you clapped your hands together and cut through some of the lingering tension.
âI thought we were gonna talk,â you said, voice quiet because you were too scared to speak up too loudly. You looked at Taehyung only because looking at Taehyung was easy and looking at Jungkook was not. âLetâs talk then, please.â
Taehyung and Jungkook locked eyes once more, the corners of their lips turned down, but both came to a mutual conclusion.
âOkay,â Jungkook sighed and shifted in his seat.Â
âYeah, fine,â Taehyung mumbled quietly, arms unfolding to rest on his knees.Â
There was a moment of silence as he thought.
âYou said break up amicably, right?â Taehyung pointed at you and you nodded. âYeah, sounds like a good idea.â
âWhat does it matter if you two break up amicably or not?â Jungkook questioned with a furrow of his brow and Taehyung sighed.
âIt matters because if Y/N and I donât break up amicably, we canât hang out in the future. So, if Heejin were to see us, itâd be weird,â Taehyung explained and the irritation was dripping from his words.
âYou guys wanna hang out in the future?â Jungkook asked and Taehyung contorted his face at him.
âYeah, of course, dude. Why the fuck wouldnât we? Weâre friends,â he said and shook his head at Jungkook, scoffing slightly.
âDonât-â
âOkay, great. Break up amicably. How though?â you cut in before things could escalate any further, turning to Taehyung for some answers, but he simply shrugged.
âHow about,â Jungkook started and ran a hand through his hair, âHow about you two start acting annoyed with each other the next time we meet up? Like, start dropping hints and then, Iâll make some comment about how you two have problems and then, when we see each other again, you two are broken up.â
âYeah, I doubt that Heejin would like to meet up again after yesterday,â Taehyung said and you hummed in agreement.
âAre you sure this is about Heejin not wanting to meet up or just you?â Jungkook bit back and you sighed inwardly, regretting not taking Yoongi or Yerim with you as support.
âDude, what the fuck are you talking about?â Taehyung sneered with a scoff and a breathy chuckle, and you were certain your skull was going to break into pieces.
âWhat am I talking about? How about the fact that you didnât come home yesterday?â Jungkook asked and pointed at Taehyung, the knit deepening between his brows.
âWhat does that-â
âTae, please,â you interrupted and closed your eyes, hating every second of this. âJust donât, please.â
You peeled your eyelids open and locked eyes with him, shaking your head from left to right as you were on the verge of giving this up and going home. Taehyungâs gaze softened when he saw how tired you were, irritation washing out of him in an instant.
âYeah, no, youâre right. Iâm sorry,â he mumbled, hand reaching for yours and you took it, squeezing it to thank him silently. You two shared a look and both of you were too occupied to notice Jungkook lowering his head and scoffing silently to himself, teeth sinking far too deep into his lip, so much so it should hurt.
âOkay, so, how-â you started, letting go of Taehyungâs hand to concentrate on the conversation again. âHow did you imagine us meeting up again? Because I also donât think that Heejin would want to meet up after yesterday.â
You glanced into Jungkookâs direction, but he kept his head low, acting like he was thinking when in reality, he was trying not to burst.Â
âMaybe we could convince Yeri or Yoongs to host a game night or whatever,â Taehyung offered as a solution and you thought about his words for a moment before nodding, a smile tugging on the corners of your lips.
âYeah, that sounds like something,â you said and turned to Jungkook slightly, glancing into his general direction to gauge his reaction.
âBut,â Jungkook started, head raising a little as he looked at Taehyung with his brows slightly knitted together, âthatâd mean Heejin would meet-â
Jungkook didnât finish the sentence, deciding to swallow the rest of it instead and Taehyung and you exchanged a glance, giving him a few seconds to make up his mind again as to what he wanted to say.
âYeah, no, thatâs fine,â Jungkook sighed at the end, nodding, and Taehyung and you locked eyes once more.
âGreat. I can talk to them about it,â you said with somewhat of a smile on your lips and Taehyung hummed in agreement and Jungkook just rubbed the back of his neck.
Stifling silence fell over all three of you, but then you remembered why you had come here in the first place. You dug through your tote bag and pulled out one tupperware box before pulling out another one. You placed them both on the coffee table and pushed them into their direction.
Taehyung and Jungkook looked up when they heard the sliding of the tupperware boxes and almost simultaneously, they furrowed their brows together and glanced at you. You didnât meet eitherâs gazes, deciding to fiddle with the strap of your tote bag instead.Â
âBreakfast,â you said with a shrug and it took Taehyung grabbing his box and removing the top for Jungkook to finally stop staring at you and grab his box.
âYou made me food too?â Jungkook asked and stared at the box in front of him before glancing back up to you. You lowered your head even more, cheeks growing hot underneath his eyes.
âWell, no, not really,â you started, clearing your throat. âI mean I didnât know you lived with Tae, but since he always used to eat so much I figured one box wasnât enough and so, I made two, but Iâm pretty sure two boxes were too much anyway. So, this works out perfectly actually. But itâs just a bunch of stuff I found in my fridge and threw together. Really nothing special.â
You shrugged more and Taehyung mumbled something underneath his breath, but you couldnât catch it. Without a fork or a chopstick or any cutlery, he dug in, biting off a piece of the fried egg.
âFuck, itâs good,â Taehyung said with a slight scoff like it was infuriating to him that your cooking (Could it be considered cooking though because you just made some bacon and fried egg and cut up some vegetables?) didnât completely suck.
âThanks,â Taehyung mumbled in between bites, enjoying the food so much that he couldnât even raise his head to look at you.
You nodded and glanced at Jungkook, who had snapped out of whatever he had previously been and finally removed the top of the box, marvelling at the food in front of him. And just like Taehyung, he dug in, fingers first. You watched Jungkook try the bacon and shake his head as he chewed, a smile overtaking his lips more and more as he continued eating.
Jungkook looked up, eyes locking with yours and with the softest smile, he nodded at you.
âThank you.â
And you nodded right back at him with your heart tumbling far too loudly in your chest.
âYouâre welcome.â
All three of you fell silent and for a while, Taehyungâs and Jungkookâs constant chewing was the only thing that rang in your ears at all.
âUh, Tae, could you give me-â Jungkook pointed at the box of tissues in front of Taehyung, out of his reach. He looked up at Jungkookâs voice, blinking for a few seconds because this had been the first time Jungkook had talked to him in a civil manner. Taehyung nodded and shoved the little piece of carrot into his mouth.
âYeah, no, sure thing,â he mumbled before taking a tissue and leaning over the table to give it to Jungkook. He took it, wiping his fingers and mouth before locking eyes with Taehyung once more.
âThanks,â Jungkook mumbled quietly and Taehyung smiled to himself a little before waving it off.
âSure thing,â Taehyung mumbled equally quiet and you had to stop the grin from growing on your lips.Â
For a few more seconds, you sat there as Taehyung and Jungkook practically devoured the food you had made (neither bothered to go to the kitchen and get some cutlery though) before you crossed your arms in front of your chest and turned to Taehyung.
âWhy were you so late?â you asked and he looked up, a piece of fried egg hanging from the corner of his mouth. âAnd where were you that it took you half an hour to get back?â
Taehyung rolled his eyes at you and swiped across his mouth with the back of his hand, swallowing heavily. âI crashed at Yoongiâs, and I swear the traffic was just out of the world this morning. I hit more red lights-â
âWhat? Was there a fire? Or did someone drop a bunch of mirrors on the road?â
Jungkook choked next to you and you watched him cough and pat his chest, trying desperately not to suffocate. Taehyung and you exchanged glances, and even though it had been incredibly awkward and tense just mere minutes ago, things were slowly changing.
When he finally managed to swallow his food, Jungkook locked eyes with you and you tried to hide it, but a smile grew onto your lips, eliciting his cheeks to grow hot and red.
âYou guys never believed me,â Jungkook mumbled, a dramatic pout forming on his lips, and when you looked at Taehyung again, both of you burst out into laughter.
âCan you blame us though? Fires? Broken mirrors?â Taehyung laughed, forgetting everything that had happened between Jungkook and him.
âWhy would I lie? Thereâs literally no reason for me to-â
âBecause you forgot time and are now running late and trying to shift blame because you donât want to get shit on for being late, again,â you offered as an explanation, falling into the same old teasing you all used to do when you were all still in high school and your biggest worries were if your mother or Jungkook was going to drive you home today and if Jungkook was going to stay at your place or if you were going to stay at his.
âI would never do that,â Jungkook argued and you rolled your eyes, exchanging a knowing glance with Taehyung. âHey! No, donât look at each other like that. I can see you guys.â
âNever thought or said you were blind,â Taehyung grinned and plopped a small tomato into his mouth. You hummed in agreement, grin growing bigger and brighter when you saw Jungkook scoff and shake his head at Taehyung and you.
âItâs always been you two against me,â Jungkook complained and Taehyung and you rolled your eyes simultaneously, scoffing.
âPlease, if anything it was always you two,â Taehyung pointed at Jungkook and you with a piece of carrot before pointing at himself, âagainst me.â
âThat is not true-â
âIt was,â you said and locked eyes with Jungkook, nodding. âWeâve gotta admit it. We bullied Tae more than Tae and I bullied you.â
âSo, you did bully me then,â Jungkook said and you rolled your eyes in faux annoyance.
âYouâre focusing on the wrong thing,â Taehyung started and pointed at you, waving the piece of carrot around like it wasnât food. âY/N never got bullied. Only we did.â
âOh my God, we never did bully you,â Jungkook said with a dramatic turn of his head and you scoffed, shaking your head because, oh, you did get bullied.
âYoongs bullied me,â you corrected with a raise of your finger. âAnd if anyone didnât get bullied, it was Yeri.â
âNo, Yoongs bullied Yeri,â Taehyung said with his brows furrowed together and dismissed your words with a wave of his hand, after having finally eaten the piece of carrot. âYou know who actually didnât get bullied?â
âYoongs,â Jungkook replied and all of you locked eyes, the realisation dawning on you. There was a beat of silence before you all started talking again, simultaneously.
âThat bitch really bullied all of us relentlessly, but never got some of it back.â
âHow did we not notice earlier?â
âLooks like weâve got some bullying to do, huh?â
Another beat of silence followed before you locked eyes once more and all started laughing, pearls of laughter spilling from your lips, loud and beautiful.
And all of the tension and stiffness was gone, gone as you laughed your hearts out. Everything that had happened between you three was forgotten for a moment, the grudges were at the back of your minds, locked away for now, and you took it, took whatever the universe gave you that resembled normalcy. Deep down, you knew things were going to be awkward and tense once you all saw each other again, but for now, it was different, was like it used to be.Â
Everything was great.
âI thought you guys would never come,â Yerim laughed, trying so hard to hide the nervosity, but you could hear it. She threw her arms around Jungkookâs neck, pulling him into a hug as he mumbled some excuse into her ear.
âYeah, sorry.â
You watched Yerim and Heejin meet for the first time and you caught pieces of their conversation, listening to the usual spiel that consisted of âOh, Iâve heard so much about you.â and âItâs so nice to finally meet youâ before plopping a chip into your mouth, deeming whatever Yerim and Heejin were talking about as not interesting.
You had decided to busy yourself with the snacks in the kitchen when the bell had announced Jungkookâs and Heejinâs arrival, coming to the conclusion beforehand that if you looked busy, you didnât have to get the door and do the obligatory greetings and hugs. With the way the door to the kitchen stood open, you could only see parts of the living room, but you had a perfect view of the front door. You, however, were somewhat hidden by one of Yerimâs plant. Essentially, you stood in the perfect spot to observe without being observed yourself.
âI thought you hated these chips.â
Your head whipped around at his voice and you realised only now he was already standing next to you, fingers grabbing the chip you had been about to eat. A gasp slipped past your lips as you watched him throw the chip into his mouth and lean against the table, shifting his whole weight onto the table.
âYoongs!â you said, exasperated, but he didnât care at all, grabbing a handful as he watched Yerim, Heejin and Jungkook exchange pleasantries at the front door.
âDidnât you say the last time we hung out that these were too stale and bland in your opinion?â he asked, eyes never leaving the people at the front door, and you shrugged, plopping another stale and bland chip into your mouth.
âOpinions change.â
âThat was last week.â
âFine, so maybe they are too stale and bland in my opinion, but Yeri doesnât have anything else,â you grumbled and threw another chip into your mouth, barely allowing yourself time to swallow and realise (again) just how horrible these chips were and why exactly you hated them.
âShouldnât you be saying hello right now?â you asked with a furrow of your brows and Yoongi scoffed.
âWhy would I? I donât live here. Yeri does,â Yoongi said with a scrunch of his nose. âAlso, these are fucking horrible.â He looked at the chip in his hand with narrowed eyes. âGod, they are stale and bland. I think these are those healthy chips or whatever.â
âYeah, yeah, I know,â you said, not really caring about the chips anymore, âbut you havenât met Heejin yet.â You nodded into her direction. âYou should say hello.â
âShouldnât we all say hello to her regardless of if weâve met her before or not?â Yoongi asked, plopping another chip into his mouth seconds after complaining about them. âSo, shouldnât you too?â
âI- Yeah, technically, I guess. But itâs different for you,â you argued.
Yoongi scoffed and shook his head, pausing a little as he focused on Yerim, Heejin and Jungkook again before snapping out of it.Â
âI tell you what,â Yoongi started before shoving a handful of chips into his mouth, chewing to the end before continuing, âyou go over there and say hello and then, Iâll do the same thing.â
You stared at Yoongi, but he didnât meet your gaze, enjoying the view of Yerim, Heejin and Jungkook in the distance instead, and you huffed before mumbling underneath your breath for him to forget it. Both of you ate chips in silence for a few more seconds before he nudged your elbow with his hand, accidentally dropping a chip when he moved a little too quickly, but he didnât mind or care at all.
âTaeâs going in,â Yoongi informed you and at his words, you looked up to see that, yes, Taehyung was, in fact, walking up to Yerim, Heejin and Jungkook, a strained smile on his lips.
âYeah, probably because we arenât,â you mumbled and Yoongi hummed in agreement. âAlways there to save the day.â
âLook at Yeriâs panicked smile,â Yoongi said and pointed at her, and as much as you tried not to, you laughed a little, eliciting one from him.
âWeâre bad people, Yoongs,â you snorted and he shook his head at you as he watched the horror unfold in front of him.Â
âThey havenât made up yet, have they?â Yoongi asked and judging from the way Taehyung and Jungkook were hugging each other (or, well, actually not hugging each other because they were doing that awkward thing Jungkook and you had done the last time you had âhuggedâ each other, and that was definitely not a hug.), it was obvious what the answer was.
âObviously not,â you said and reached for your glass of water to wash down the salt. âThings are better though. Last time, they were ready to jump each otherâs throats.â
Yoongi snorted and it was then that you remembered and looked over to him.
âRemember how I asked you for Taeâs address? Why didnât you tell me he was crashing at your place then?â
A smirk formed on Yoongiâs lips and you wanted nothing more than to throw your glass of water into his face. The fact that he was still not looking at you only added to your irritation and frustration with him.Â
âYou told me not to tell Tae and Yeri, so I didnât.â
âYoongi!â you growled and jabbed him in his ribs, eliciting a breath from him. âYou should have told me! Do you know how weird it was when he opened the door? Youâre impossible sometimes.â
You scrunched up your brows and gritted your teeth, but Yoongi just cackled next to you, obviously enjoying your misery very much.
âYou know what?â you asked and put down your glass of water with a little more force than necessary. âI take it back. We arenât bad people. You are. Youâre straight up a dick.â
âOh, I never agreed with you,â Yoongi said and you frowned at his words, not getting what he was saying. âI know that Iâm a bad person, but, trust me, youâre definitely not.â
Your frown deepened and you were about to ask him what he was talking about when Yoongi finally looked at you and stopped eating the chips, letting the few pieces in his hand fall back in the bowl. He dusted off his hand and straightened up to look at you properly.
âLook around yourself, Y/N,â he said and threw his hands into the air. âWeâre at a fake game night party or whatever this thing is that you forced Yeri to throw, so you could act âannoyedâ with Taehyung because youâre fake dating him and youâre only fake dating him because that dumbass ex of yours, who is also somehow our dear friend, Jeon fucking Jungkook, forgot to tell his current girlfriend that you dated during high school.â
You tore your gaze away and bit on your tongue, trying desperately not to squirm underneath Yoongiâs gaze.
âThis is fucking ridiculous,â Yoongi continued and you lowered your head, squeezing your eyes shut. âThis is literally the dumbest thing ever. Youâre making sure Jungkook, who, again, I donât know if youâve forgotten, is your ex, keeps his current girlfriend because he, again, was a dumbass and forgot to tell her about you. And on top of that, heâs been acting like a complete fucking asshole to you.
âObviously. youâre not a bad person. Youâre a fucking saint for putting up with and doing all of this.â
âItâs not like that-â
âDonât try to convince me otherwise, Y/N,â Yoongi cut in and shoved his face with chips again before regretting it immediately and scrunching up his face in disgust. You peeled your eyes open just in time to watch him drink all of your water, but this time you didnât complain. You simply sighed and crossed your arms in front of your chest.
âI hurt him-â
âAnd?â Yoongi argued with a groan. âStop blaming yourself for everything. We hate it if you do that. If Yeri wasnât so freaking weak and had stuck to our agreement, this wouldnât be happening right now.â
You shook your head and pressed your lips together. Yoongi didnât understand, didnât understand just what you had done and how much you had actually hurt Jungkook. In fact, none of your friends understood, understood why it wasnât as easy as they seemed to think it was.
They hadnât been there when you had told Jungkook you were going, hadnât been there to witness him crumble apart in front of, hadnât been there as his anger took over him and consumed him whole, hadnât been there when Jungkookâs begs for this to be a joke turned into deafening screams and ultimately into bitter words.
âOut!âÂ
You flinched, flinched because Jungkook had never raised his voice withyou, had never looked at you like that. There was no warmth, no light, no love swimming in his eyes. All you could find was anger and pain, and you wished you could say you werenât the reason for all of that.
His face contorted and hardened into something unreadable, something you had never seen before, and you wanted to soothe over every line, wanted to kiss them over and over again until they were gone. Even with the anger etched onto his face, Jungkook was painfully beautiful, heartbreakingly so.
âPlease. Just let me explain, babe-â
âNo!â Jungkook cut in and pointed at you, finger jabbing the air like it had wronged him and not you. Your heart rang in your ears and you were almost certain he could hear it too, hear it thumping in your chest.Â
âKook, please-â
âDo not call me âKookâ. Iâm not fucking âKookâ or âbabeâ or even fucking âJungkookâ to you. Youâve got no right to call me by my name anymore!â
A new wave of tears streamed down your face at his words. They pierced through you like bullets, hitting you in rapid succession and at the end, you were laying on the floor, on the brink of death.
âYouâve decided to- decided to leave me, no, us for your stupid adventure. Youâve fucking decided to break our promise! Remember our stupid fucking promise of forever?â Jungkook pressed through gritted teeth and took a step towards you, hands waving wildly around him. âYou donât get to say my name, donât get to act like everythingâs fucking fine and Iâm your âKookâ or âbabeâ or whatever the fuck you call me after breaking it!â
You hiccuped and let your head hang as the realisation dawned on you that he was gone. He had slipped out of your reach and walked, no, ran away. He had put oceans and continents between you two, and there was no more asking him to come back anymore.
You knew then, he and you were done.
More curses slipped past Jungkookâs lips, but you couldnât hear them, couldnât hear the accusations he threw at you. For that, your heart was breaking and sobbing far too loudly in your chest.
You werenât sure how much time passed, how long you stood there and cried your eyes out as he paced up and down his room, but by the time, you managed to lift your head, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees and hands folded together with his gaze stuck to the floor.
And you werenât sure how much time passed, how long you stared at him until he opened his mouth again.
âI really really love you,â Jungkook mumbled through gritted teeth and you knew he wished he didnât love you anymore.
You wanted to grab him, cup his face and whisper into his ear over and over again just how sorry you were, whisper into his ear until words stopped making sense and the stars rained from the darkened sky.
âI really do,â Jungkook scoffed, but tears spilled from his eyes, involuntarily and far too many. Too proud to cry in front of you now, Jungkook covered his face with his hand and sank his teeth into his bottom lip, but even then, he couldnât silence the sobs and sniffs. They banged on the walls of his throat and bursted through his lips.
And you hated it, hated seeing him like this, hated seeing his entire body shake and tremble, hated seeing his face contort in pain, hated seeing the tears collect at his chin and drip to the floor, hated seeing his lips quiver uncontrollably, hated seeing him desperately try to keep it together.
You hated seeing Jungkook cry.
But he was, and all because of you.
You were to blame, to blame for the state Jungkook was in right now. You had inflicted that pain on him, had broken and shattered his heart, had made him cry.
âPlease, just let me explain-â
âThereâs nothing to explain, Y/N,â he said, a sob erupting from his lips again, and you shook your head, trying so desperately to say something, but your tongue was tied into a messy knot. You wanted to tell him that there was so much you wanted to say, so much that needed to be explained, but you couldnât bring yourself to, couldnât bring yourself to form the words necessary.
Slowly, Jungkook looked up to you, hand falling into his lap, and when your eyes met his, your heart raptured in your chest. His features were twisted in pain and agony as the tears scared his beautiful face.
âYouâre leaving.â Jungkook whispered it into the silence like you didnât know.Â
âYouâre leaving me.â
You closed your eyes at his words, shaking your head like you were about to disagree, but you couldnât, couldnât even bring yourself to make a single sound.Â
The anger in Jungkookâs voice had dissipated into the air and been replaced by disappointment and hurt. And if you had to say which one was worse, Jungkook screaming at you or Jungkook simply looking at you with tears streaming down his face, you would choose the latter every fucking day.
Because without the anger and the screams to numb you, to silence your thoughts and mind, it was obvious, glaringly obvious.Â
You had broken Jungkook.
âI hope youâre happy,â Jungkook continued, voice cracking in the worst way possible, and a deaf man could have heard that he was lying, could have heard the bitterness swinging in his words.
âI hope youâre happy knowing youâve hurt me.â
âYou donât get it, Yoongs,â you mumbled quietly to yourself before looking at your hands. âNone of you do.â
You had always preferred game night over film night. You just always thought that it was so much more fun to play games than to sit in darkness and watch some film half of you didnât watch anyway or had already watched. Your competitiveness and need to win certainly played into your preference of game night over film night. But right now, you would choose film night over game night any day, would never have another game night ever again if that meant you could switch to having a film night now instead.
You really had no idea what Yerim had been thinking when she had decided to draw lots to determine the teams.Â
âSo, we need a total of seven points to beat them, right? Both rounds?â Heejin asked you and you nodded, your heart racing more and more as you waited for the game to begin.
2 rounds of Taboo. 90 seconds to get through as many words as possible.
âYou sure you donât wanna be the one explaining? Iâm sure youâre better at this than I am,â you said and Heejin shook her head at you.
âTrust me, Iâm definitely worse than you,â she smiled. âIf we wanna win, itâs best if Kook and you do the explaining.â
âAre you ready, Y/N?â Yerim asked you, her finger hovering above the start button, and you turned around to her before nodding. It was a complete lie, you werenât ready, but you didnât think you were ever going to be.Â
You always got nervous right before you started playing a game, but this time, it was different, different because it mattered so much more if you won or not. Never had you wanted to win more, and the thought of possibly losing had your stomach churning. You couldnât disappoint, disappoint him because you knew that he was just as competitive as you, if not more so.
âGo!â
You picked up the first card and scanned it.
Tattoos
Ink
Permanent
Skin
âOkay, uh,â you turned around and looked at Heejin and Jungkook, âthey are like paintings or sketches.â
âBlack and white paintings?â Heejin guessed and you shook your head, biting your lip as you thought of something else to say.
âUh,â you tucked a strand behind your ear before looking at him, â you always said you wanted them and they can be in any colour.â
âYou always said you wanted them and they can be in any colourâ? What is she talking about?â Taehyung laughed at your poor attempt at describing the word âTattoosâ and you started to panic even more.
âStop guessing. Youâre not on her team,â Yoongi said with a slap to his arm and Taehyung simply dismissed him with a wave of his hand, but he kept his mouth shut.
âOnce you get them, theyâre forever.â
âJesus, Y/N, did you get worse at this?â Taehyung laughed and you could hear Yerimâs laugh mix with his. You couldnât blame them though because you were really struggling to come up with a way to explain âTattoosâ.
âWhy is Y/N describing and not Kook? Wasnât he always better at this than her?â Yerim asked and you regretted not putting up more of a fight when Heejin had told Jungkook and you to do the explaining.Â
You had always been better at guessing and Jungkook had always been the one better at explaining. You had your roles, but with Heejin on your team now and refusing to do the explaining, you had to step up.
âYou got into this huge fight with your parents once because they didnât like them- oh, youâve got some now on your freaking hand!â
âTattoos!â Jungkook exclaimed and you let out a squeal. A smile flashed across your lips before you nodded at him and picked up the next card, the previous card landing on the floor.
Valentine
 February 14
Red
LoveÂ
â45 Seconds,â Yerim said and you turned to Heejin and Jungkook with wide eyes, quickly starting to explain.
âOkay, uh,â you said and tucked a strand behind your ear, brain trying to come up with a way to word this correctly. âItâs a holiday at the start of the year.â
âNew Years?â Heejin said and you shook your head at her.
âLater.â
âWhat holiday is at the start of the year but not New Years?â Taehyung asked and once again, Yoongi slapped his arm, telling him not to guess.
âEaster?â Heejin said and you shook your head.
â30 Seconds,â Yerim interjected and you wanted to curse at her because this was really stressing you out.
âFuck, uh,â you turned to Jungkook. âWe always made fun of it because we thought it was just so commercialised.â You gestured wildly around yourself. âItâs for couples-â
âOh, Valentine! February 14th-â
You cheered once more before picking up the next card, letting the other one fall to the floor once more.
Harry Potter
Film
Scar
Magic
âUh, this is easyâ you mumbled. âItâs a fictional character.â
âSherlock Holmes? Iron Man?â
âNo, let me finish first,â you shot back with urgency in your voice. â Heâs really famous-â
âIron Man!â
âNo, God, just let me finish!â you groaned and Jungkook sat back down a little more, lips pressing together to let you talk. Heejin smiled next to him and placed her hand on his knee, trying to calm him, but Jungkook had his eyes fixed on you, desperately trying to get that win.
â15 Seconds,â Yerim smiled, definitely enjoying the distress in your eyes far too much.
âOkay, uh, we can get this one,â you said, stumbling over your own words.Â
âYou can do, like, quizzes.â You looked at Jungkook once more. âWe did them too!â You gestured between him and you. âYou got really pressed because you got Hufflepuff, but you wanted-â
âOh, Harry Potter,â Jungkook said and snapped his fingers.
âTimeâs up!â Yerim said and you dropped the card in your hand.
âThree points, right?â Heejin counted on her fingers and turned to Jungkook and you.Â
You let out a long sigh, feeling the stress wash out of you a little because now, you got to do the part you were actually good at, guessing.
âYeah,â Jungkook nodded as he got up and stretched, preparing himself for the next 90 seconds. âSo, four points.â
You walked past Jungkook, slumping into the seat he had just sat in. Your heart was still beating way too fast and the adrenaline was pumping through your veins like a bullet train.
âWe can do this, right?â Jungkook asked and turned back around, standing in the middle of the room. When you realised he was looking at you, talking to you, you could feel the heat creep up your neck. âYou know, like we used to?â
âUh, yeah, sure,â you muttered, far too embarrassed to respond properly. He blinked at you before nodding and walking up to Yerim, who was shuffling the cards.
ââLike we used toâ?â Heejin asked and turned to you with a furrow of her brows. You cursed Jungkook and slowly nodded.
âYeah, uh, he and I were kinda always a team when we played Taboo,â you said before cleaning your throat and avoiding Heejinâs gaze as much as you could.
âDream team,â Taehyung interjected and you rolled your eyes at him, leaning towards Heejin a little too slap his shoulder.
ââDream teamâ?â Heejin asked, but before you could answer, Yerim, thankfully, interrupted.
âNext round!â she announced and turned to Jungkook, nodding at him when he did. âGo.â
Immediately, Jungkook picked up a card and you turned around again, putting all of your focus on him and winning.
âSo, this is something I want but itâs not a thing or object. Itâs, like, alive.â
âDog?â you started and he quickly shook his head.Â
âCat?â Heejin tried and before Jungkook could shake his head, you interrupted.
âNo, he wants a dog, not a cat,â you mumbled, brows furrowing together as you thought about Jungkookâs words, trying to figure out what he was talking about until you got it. âOh, a family!â
âYes!â Jungkook grinned and gestured for you to think further. âRight, but thatâs not it. When you have a family, you have-âÂ
âKids?â You quirked a brow at him and Jungkook nodded.
âOkay, right, another word for kids is-?â
âChildren!â
âYes!â Jungkook cheered and grinned at you before throwing the card away and grabbing a new one. He read it and nodded to himself.
âItâs once a year, but not a holiday.â
âNot a holiday?â Yoongi mumbled quietly to himself even though he had told Taehyung not to guess.
âSay more,â you told him and Jungkook sighed, wrecking his brain before pointing at you.
âItâs your favourite day of the year and- You get a bunch of presents and, oh! We threw you a surprise-â
âSurprise party?â
âYeah, but why did we-â
âMy birthday! Is it birthday?â
Jungkook beamed at you and you mirrored him, beaming right back. Your heart was pounding in your chest, but now, it was out of excitement. You could practically taste the win on the tip of your tongue.Â
âOkay, uh, this is hard,â Jungkook sighed after picking up the next card. He frowned before looking up. âItâs something you can eat.â
âFood.â
âYeah, but thatâs only the second word,â he said and gestured for you to think further again. âLike, ice cream-â
âIce cream food? Food ice cream? Ice food cream?â you blurted all out, screaming one word after another, and Jungkook frowned at you.
ââIce food creamâ? Maybe youâre not that good at guessing,â Jungkook laughed with a shake of your head, and you rolled your eyes at him, mumbling underneath your breath that it had been a long time, but your words fell on deaf ears. âNo, itâs not ice food cream. Itâs something you shouldnât eat much of.â
âSugar?â you guessed, but Jungkook shook his head at you.
â45 seconds,â Yerim said and Jungkook and you looked at each other, eyes wide. The need to win sparkled in both of your eyes and quickly, panic rushed through you, replacing the excitement.
âSay more-â
âThere isnât more. Youâve just gotta think- food is the second word!â
âBut what about ice cream? Why did you-â
âIce cream is-â
âCold?â
Jungkook groaned, âNo, I donât mean cold.â
His brows furrowed together as he wrecked his brain before he thought of something and pointed at you again. âOkay, uh, we used to go to this one place all the time! Remember our midnight dinners? And the category of food that they sell is what weâre looking for.â
âOh! McDonalds!â You snapped your fingers. âJunk Food!â
When Jungkook nodded at you, you squealed, watching him turn around and pick up the next card.
âIf they get this next point, they won, right?â Yoongi asked Taehyung, but you answered.
âYeah, we beat you then, losers,â you grinned and Jungkook laughed at your words before he turned to the card in his hand, scanning it.
âTheyâre really good at this, arenât they?â Heejin asked Taehyung and leaned into him to make sure neither Jungkook nor you could hear her. Not that you two would have anyway, far too focused on the game at hand to pay her any attention, completely forgetting that she was on your team too.
âYeah, both are incredibly competitive, so they work well together. Like, they practically always know what the other is thinking,â Taehyung mumbled as he watched you shuffle in your seat, not noticing the way Heejin looked at him at all.
You raised your brows when you saw Jungkook freeze up upon reading the card. His jaw didnât go slack nor did his eyes go wide, but you could see, could see right away that something was wrong.
âUh? Whatâs wrong?â you started, but even then Jungkook didnât look up, eyes fixed on the card in front of him. Slowly, the others seemed to notice too, heads turning to see a frozen Jungkook.Â
â20 Seconds.â
You exchanged a glance with Taehyung, but he shrugged at you, and so, you looked at Yerim for some help as she stood right next to Jungkook. She squinted as she tried to read the card herself.
âOh, shit,â she blurted out and pressed her hand on her mouth when she realised that she had spoken without meaning to. She looked at Jungkook, mouth opening as she struggled to decide to say something or not, but then he snapped out of it.
Jungkook glanced at Yerimâs phone in her hand and looked up to you, eyes locking with yours like before, but this time, it was different. You immediately felt that there was a shift and you had a feeling that it was bad.
âItâs, like, a place you could say.â Jungkookâs voice quivered the tiniest bit, but you noticed immediately. You raised your brows and leaned even more forward, as if you could coax the word out of Jungkook that way.
âReally big,â he continued and looked at you like you should know what he was talking about now. When you furrowed your brows at you, he sighed, âYou were there for the past four years.â
âOh.â
Your entire face dropped as the realisation dawned on you and you sat back. You felt Taehyung eyeing you with worry etched onto his face, about to say something, but Yoongi put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head. Only Heejin was more lost than ever, but you paid no one any attention, far too shocked to say anything.Â
All of the memories, all of the memories connected to America and all of the pain it had caused not only you but Jungkook when you had left to go there, hit you so hard you feared whiplash.Â
â5.â
You tried to say something, tried to give the answer because you knew it and you really didnât want to lose, but somehow you just couldnât. Your voice was gone, had disappeared. The word didn't hurt you, but you knew it hurt him, and that was one thing you didnât want to do ever again.
â4.â
Jungkook and you kept eye contact as Yerim counted the seconds and you watched his brows furrow together and his lips press together in a thin line. He was debating internally, trying to figure out what he wanted, if the win was worth it, worth the memories and pain.
â3.â
Your eyes were fixed on him and when you saw Jungkook sigh a little and nod at you, you knew right away what he was telling you.
â2.â
You nodded at him too.
âAmerica-â
â1.â
And even though Jungkook had told you to say it, the guilt still bubbled up and formed icicles in your lungs, piercing tiny holes in them, and you could feel the blood slowly filter in, suffocating you.
Jungkook and you kept staring at each other, and you should look away because there was no reason for both of you to be still looking at each other, but you couldnât.Â
âDoes it still count?â Heejin asked, breaking the silence, and looked at Yerim.
Yerimâs eyes were trained on Jungkook and you, and only when you two tore your gazes away and looked at her, did she speak up.Â
âYeah, it counts.â
Jungkook and you whipped your heads around, looking at each other with big eyes. For a second, both of you didnât know how to react, but then, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. Your lips split apart into a big grin and squeals and cheers escaped you two. You jumped up and Jungkook ran towards you, hands held up for high-fives. You reciprocated it and both of you beamed at each other.
âWe won!âÂ
Jungkook laughed at your words and nodded, eyes softening as he watched the joy spread on your face.
âYeah, we did.â
His words were soft, incredibly soft. A whispered secret almost.Â
âYeah, we did,â Jungkook repeated with a nod and a smile. âWe did.â
You looked at Jungkook and even though you should look away again, you couldnât. You two were locked into each otherâs eyes, locked into each otherâs eyes like it was just Jungkook and you in this room, in this world, in this universe, like you were falling in love with one another all over again.
And for a moment, it truly felt like that, felt like it was just him and you in this room, in this world, in this universe.
But then, his gaze flickered to Heejin.
Your eyes grew wide at the same time and your smiles almost slipped off your faces before you both turned to Heejin and let out another round of cheers and squeals.
âWe won, Heejin!â Jungkook said and you held up your hand for a high-five. She blinked at both of you and you thought she was going to ask you two what the fuck that just was, confront you on forgetting her for the second half of the game, but then a smile split apart on her face.
âYeah, isnât that great?â she smiled and gave you a high-five.
After another round of Taboo and a few rounds of Charades and Pictionary (which you all won), you were exhausted, definitely spread thin. The adrenaline got to you, but so did actively avoiding your friendsâ stares and trying not to get too swept up in the games and forgetting about Heejin again. So, when no one paid attention to you, busy with cleaning up and preparing for the next game, Werewolf, you snuck away.
âBest part of Yeriâs tiny flat, isnât it?â
You didnât turn around at Yoongiâs voice.
âTruly is.â
Yerim had a tiny flat, but she had a balcony. It was tucked behind the kitchen and, you had almost not seen it when you had walked in and looked for some peace and quiet. Yerimâs fridge blocked the glass door a little because, after all, the flat was tiny and so was the kitchen.Â
The railing of the small balcony was lined with flowers, flowers that Yerim had texted you far too much about, flowers that had gone from blooming to dying to almost blooming to what they are now, almost dying.
Yerim had sent you pictures of the view when she had first moved in, but standing on here yourself was different. Truth be told, the view wasnât the best, wasnât breathtaking, nothing compared to the view you had gotten to enjoy at the restaurant, but it was enough to ground you, calm you down and give you the sense of peace and quiet you had looked for.
âYou okay?â
You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at Yoongi, offering him a smile as you nodded.
âYeah,â you said.
âThatâs nice,â he hummed before leaning against the railing with his arms, careful not to hurt the flowers. âYou sure, though?â
Yoongi peered up at you and you thought about his words for a moment. You had truly thought that this would be worse, that it would be awkward and weird as hell, but you had to say it wasnât. When Jungkook turned out to be your partner (You had Yerim to thank for that. How was drawing lots to determine the teams a good idea?), you had truly thought that things were only going to go down from there. To your surprise, they didnât.
There had been some tension between Jungkook and you, but the moment you picked up the first card and desperately tried to explain âTattoosâ to him, both of you completely forgot about it, and instead worked together to win.
So, with a smile, you mirrored Yoongiâs stance, resting your elbows on the railing like him and leaning forward before letting your cheek fall into your open palm and turning to him.
âYes, Iâm sure, Yoongs,â you said. âThanks for asking.â
Yoongi blinked at you before chuckling quietly to himself and turning his head away, eyes watching the sun dip below the horizon.
âHow are you though? You okay?â you asked and watched as Yoongi let out a long and heavy sigh, eyes staying on the horizon.
âI hate this. So, wouldnât say Iâm okay.â
âYou do? Sure youâre not hating this because youâre losing constantly?â you teased.
âYes, Y/N, I do and, yes, Iâm sure itâs not because Iâm constantly losing. Iâm not Kook or you. I donât need to win. I donât care that much,â Yoongi said with a roll of his eyes and another sigh. âYou realise how dumb all of this is, right?â
You looked at Yoongi, raising your brows at him.
âWeâre only doing this so you can act annoyed with Tae and then you two can break up or whatever, right?â he asked you and you nodded. âAnd thatâs whatâs dumb about this.â
You tilted your head at him, eyes narrowing as you tried to figure out what exactly he thought was dumb about your plan.
Yoongi sighed once more. âYou realise you donât owe Heejil, or whatever her name is, an explanation, right? Fucking just text her that youâre broken up. Or, you know, better yet, donât tell her because, again, you donât owe her anything. She isnât a friend of ours. Sheâs just the girl your ex and our dumbass friend is dating.âÂ
The annoyance was dripping from his voice as you continued staring at him. âOr, like, make up some story and the next time she sees you, just tell her that. You think sheâs really gonna question that? She doesnât know when you or Tae are lying.â
You blinked at Yoongi because how had none of you thought of that before? He was right. You didnât owe Heejin any sort of explanation, but here you were, meeting up to put on a whole show (that you didnât even put on) to give her some sort of explanation.
Yoongi seemed to be able to hear his words click in your mind because he scoffed at you. âYou guys are fucking dumbasses.â
Now, you scoffed too, scoffed at yourself because, once again, Yoongi was right. You were dumbasses and you couldnât believe neither Taehyung nor Jungkook nor you thought of this.
âShit.â
Yoongi chuckled and shook his head at you, the corners of his lips turned downwards.
âYeah, shit.â
You pressed your lips together as you let Yoongiâs words fully sink in with you, dawn on you and float away.
âHey, guys.â
Yoongi and you turned around at Yerimâs voice, straightening up in an instant. You watched her slide the glass door open, a bowl of chips pressed to her chest as she stepped out.
âWhat are you two doing out here?â she asked with a tilt of her head.
âOh, we-â
âHiding,â Yoongi stated like it wouldnât get you two in trouble and you whipped your head around to him, hand hitting his arm as you fixed him with a glare.
âYoongs,â you growled, but he just laughed a little and rolled his eyes at you.
âHiding?â Yerim questioned with a raise of her brows and tapped her foot like a mother about to scold her children.
âYeah, hiding,â Yoongi continued and gripped the railing behind him, leaning against it. âWe didnât want to subject ourselves to that bullshit out there any longer. Itâs really weird out there.â
âYoongs, donât say that. Yeri put effort into today. Itâs not that weird-â
âNope, Yoongs is right,â Yerim sighed and uncrossed her arms, tension washing out of her in an instant. She took a handful of chips and shoved them into her mouth, and as she chewed, a pout formed on her lips. âItâs weird as fuck outside. I donât know what weâre doing really. Like, weâre playing games and everything and I guess itâs fun or whatever, but somethingâs just kinda off.â
Yerim shook her head and Yoongi grabbed a couple of chips as he chuckled at her words.
âTold you,â he said and you shoved him away when he grinned into your face, not appreciating the smugness.Â
âI mean,â Yerim started again before eating another handful of the chips, âyouâre right. Heejinâs nice, but I honestly think she makes things weird-â
âYou think itâs Heejin?â Yoongi laughed with a shake of his head before pointing at you. âItâs Y/N and Kook. Theyâre the ones making it weird.â
âExcuse you? How am I making it weird?â you asked with big eyes, swatting Yoongiâs hand away,
âPlease,â Yoongi scoffed with a raise of his brow. âHow are you not making it weird? Kook and you are totally in your own world. Itâs like you two are dating again, and weâre all, like, six wheeling.â
You scoffed and stared at Yoongi with your jaw open. Your hands balled up into fists at your side and you shook your head at him.
âBullshit,â you said. âItâs not like that at all.â
âSure, keep telling yourself that,â Yoongi said, enjoying the way you got all worked up. And before you could stop him, he had placed his hand against your forehead. âWoah, your faceâs literally heating up.â
You shoved his hand away, lips pressing together into a line as you shook your head at him and waved him off.
âBullshit,â you pressed through gritted teeth. âItâs just the sun. Itâs summer. Itâs hot.â
âYeah, sure,â Yoongi scoffed at your reasoning, and you were about to curse at him when you realised that you getting worked up was exactly what he wanted.
You turned to Yerim for backup, but she simply stared into her bowl of chips and shoved her face with it, actively avoiding your gaze. A scoff slipped past your lips and you mumbled curses aimed at Yoongi underneath your breath, deliberately ignoring the fact that it was definitely not hot enough today for your face to warm up like that.
Yoongi was ridiculous, definitely ridiculous. Jungkook and you just get carried away when you play games. You were competitive, nothing more.Â
Your heart definitely only beat so hard and fast in your chest because the adrenaline was pumping through your veins, and you were only so incredibly happy about winning a stupid game of Taboo because it had been a long time since you had played against your friends, making the wins even sweeter.
It was nothing, nothing like Yoongi had said.
Jungkook and you were acting nothing like you two used to when you dated.
âUh.â
All three of you looked up at the interruption, and your breath hitched in your throat when you saw him. He stood there, gripping the handle of the glass door as he awkwardly shifted from one foot to another. A tiny smile pulled on the corners of his lips while he looked between Yerim and Yoongi, but not you.
âHey, Kook,â Yerim said and did this terribly awkward dance with Jungkook as she tried to step away and make some space for him, but there was none left, and you couldnât help but laugh a little. The fact that you were upset just seconds ago was completely forgotten.
âSorry,â you mumbled between laughs when Yerim turned around to glare at you, and you had to bite your lip to hide the grin that tugged on the corners of your lips.Â
Yoongi eyed you with narrowed eyes before he shook his head and sighed. He kicked himself off the railing, and his hand landed on Yerimâs shoulder, stopping her from continuing this terrible dance with Jungkook and drawing her attention to him.
âYeri, didnât you want to show me this one thing that you got recently?âÂ
âWhat?â Yerim furrowed her brows at him and it took Yoongi raising his brow at her for her to get it. An uneasy and tense smile stretched across her lips before she nodded her head, far too vigorously.Â
âAh, yes, right. That, uh, thing. I- I remember. Letâs check it out, yeah?â Yerim laughed, and you frowned at her words, not believing her even for a second.
Your gaze drilled into Yoongi to ask him what the hell he was thinking he was doing, but he was avoiding your gaze expertly. And when you looked over to Yerim, she had essentially buried her face into the bowl of chips, and you wanted to throw it over your shoulder and demand her to look at you.Â
Without really meaning to, your gaze travelled to Jungkook. When you looked at him, his eyes were already on you. His expression was unreadable and you didnât know what he was thinking, but you knew that it was a bad idea for Yerim and Yoongi to leave you alone with him, knew that you didnât want them to walk away. Because what were Jungkook and you? Back to being friends? Was it okay to laugh and tease each other now? Or was Jungkook still mad at you?
But before you could say something, Yerim and Yoongi had walked away, had left you standing alone on the balcony with Jungkook right in front of you.
He didnât step out, didnât join you on the balcony, and instead chose to stand at the glass door with his hand still gripping the handle. It was like he was ready to slam the door shut and walk away if things started to get a little too much for him, if this conversation didnât turn out the way he wanted it to.
And you gnawed on your lip as he stared at you, stared at you like he had done before when you two had won your first round of Taboo. Just before the silence got too unbearable to handle and the tension too thick for you to breathe in, Jungkook opened his mouth.
âI missed you.â
Your heart stopped in your chest, stopped in your chest like maybe if it stopped, time would stop and you would get to enjoy the moment a little longer. You had no idea how long you simply blinked at Jungkook, but by the time you finally managed to get your thoughts together and properly look at him, he was shifting from one foot to another with his knuckles white around the grip of the glass door and his eyes dancing around, looking at everything except you.
âWhat?â
When Jungkook spoke up again, there was the slightest quiver in his voice. The slightest quiver that told you just how nervous and uncertain he was, how much he feared you laughing into his face.
âI meant it when I said it. I missed you.â
It didnât sound like a joke, didnât sound like he was messing with you at all, but it still took your brain seemingly forever to comprehend his words, to realise that he was completely and utterly serious.
âYou did?â you asked in a whisper and Jungkookâs gaze found the floor, a breathy chuckle escaping him before he nodded.
âYeah, I did.â
You blinked at him before your lips curled up into the softest smile.
âI did too.â
Jungkook raised his head and looked at you, and you watched the corners of his lips curl up into the most beautiful and dazzling smile. This time when he smiled at you, it was nothing like the smile he had given you when you had sat in his living room or when you had both realised you had won. No, this smile was different. It was the smile you had dreamt of every night, was the smile you had remembered every morning, was the smile you had longed to see on his lips again ever since you had first seen it.
It was the smile Jungkook showed you when he had whispered the three words for the first time,Â
âI love you.â
And so, your heart surged in your chest, rose above and beyond, reached the sky and the stars, touched the sun and moon, and when she fell back down, she didnât land in your hands. No, she landed in his hands.
âI missed having you around, you know,â Jungkook started, voice still quivering as he spoke. âI missed being able to call you up or text you and talk about everything and anything until we both just fell asleep. I missed showing up at your doorstep and going out for our midnight dinners with you. I missed laughing at other couples for stressing over Valentine before going out ourselves and being one of those stupid cheesy couples we made fun of.
âI missed having my best friend around.â
Jungkook stepped out on the balcony and closed the glass door behind him, hands at his side. There was a heavy sigh, and instantly, you knew. Slowly, his gaze met yours and he stared into your eyes with that look, that look that broke you.
âWhy did you have to leave me?â
You sank your teeth into your lip and wrung your hands together, chest rising and falling far too quickly as you ran out of breath simply thinking of the answer. There was so much weighing on you, so many things you wanted to say, but couldnât say, couldnât because you couldnât handle it, not even years later.
âYou know why,â you breathed out, eyes searching the floor for words, for words that would escape you.
âPlease, tell me again,â Jungkook asked and you wanted to ask him why he wanted to know, why he so desperately wanted to bring it all up again when he and you had done such a good job tiptoeing around it before.
âI-â You shook your head at yourself and you thought that maybe Jungkook would interrupt you and tell you he had changed his mind and didnât want to hear it again if you paused, but his silence demanded for an answer.Â
So, you gave him one, one that was worded badly and didnât even begin to explain why you left, but it was an answer, the most you could do right now.
âI- it was my dream,â you managed to croak out and you expected a scoff, but Jungkook simply looked at you, waiting for you to continue. âIt was my dream to study in America. So, I did it. I- I fulfilled my dream.â
The quietest sigh escaped Jungkook and even though you could barely hear it, you felt your heart tumble in his hands at the sound of, felt her start to slip through his fingers.
âHave I ever told you what my dream was?â
You looked up at his question and shook your head, unable to make a single sound, not to mention say something.
Jungkook smiled to himself before he wandered over to you, feet stopping right where Yoongi had stood, next to you. And once again, you noticed the gap, the gap between him and you, the gap that seemed to never really close.
âIâve had it since the start of high school, but unlike you, I didnât fulfill it,â Jungkook started, eyes gazing into the sky. âI still want it and I do think Iâm gonna fulfill it one day, but I donât think Iâm gonna do it the way I thought I would.â
Jungkook shook his head and you were really not sure how to process his words, or what he was trying to tell you.Â
âItâs stupid and childish, I guess, but I really thought I would fulfill it, fulfill it the way I had dreamt of.â Jungkook laughed to himself before he fell quiet again.
Slowly, he turned to you, eyes glazing over as he looked at you, looked at you with his incredibly beautiful eyes. You could see the warmth, the light, the love in them, but there seemed to be something else swimming in his pupils, and you hated it when you realised what it was.Â
Sadness.
You bit on your tongue as you watched the wind blow through Jungkookâs fluffy hair and mess it all up, and even then, Jungkook was still breathtakingly gorgeous. And with the sun going down behind you, the most beautiful and heartbreaking halo was cast upon him, surrounding him, hugging him.
âYou were my dream, Y/N.â
Your heart didnât fall to the ground and shatter into pieces because she tumbled too much in Jungkookâs hands. She fell to the ground and shattered into pieces because Jungkook didnât hold on tight enough, because he couldnât hold on tight enough.
âYou and me, forever. Together. A house, a kid or two, maybe a dog. Really, anything you wanted. That was my dream,â Jungkook whispered, words slipping off his tongue quietly and slowly, like it was a secret, a secret meant to be only shared between him and you.
The corners of Jungkookâs lips curled up into the saddest smile you had ever seen when he continued, âI thought we were going to be together and grow old. I truly thought one day I would get the pleasure and honour of watching you walk down the aisle.â
Jungkook raised his hand and for a moment, it seemed like he was going to cup your face, seemed like he was going to stroke your cheek, but then, he hesitated. It was like he remembered, remembered then that you were not like that anymore, were not dating anymore.
And so, Jungkook shook his head at himself and curled his hand into a tight fist, knuckles turning a painful white before he let his hand drop and swing by his side. It was like if he didnât curl his hand into a tight enough fist, he would lose and cup your face, stroke your cheek anyway.
âI really thought you were my dream.â
There was no malice in Jungkookâs voice as he spoke. He wasnât trying to make you feel bad or trying to hurt you. He was simply trying to be truthful, but the truth was ugly and terrible and neither of you liked it very much. But at least, the truth didnât hurt Jungkook, it only hurt you, only stabbed you in the chest and asked you where your goddamn heart was, only cursed at you for leaving Jungkook, the one boy who had loved you more than anything else in this world.
âDo you regret it?â
You hated that question, hated it so much because, fuck, you didnât know. You didnât know if you regretted it, if you regretted leaving Jungkook. You regretted that he and you broke up, regretted the way you two broke up, but did that mean you automatically regretted going to America? Did that mean that going to America was the wrong choice?Â
And even though you asked yourself these questions, you didnât want the answers, didnât want to know them because, fuck, you were afraid of them, afraid to realise that you regretted both and you had fucked up your chance of true and lasting love with Jungkook and spent all of this time, all these years in a foreign country without your friends and family for nothing.
You lowered your head and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to keep your skull together as it threatened to split open.
In the silence, Jungkookâs steps were loud, ringing in your ears, deafening. And you contorted your face and bit on your lip when you heard Jungkook slide the glass door open, a heavy sigh slipping from his lips before he spoke up, mustering up the best smile he could,
âWeâre still gonna bully Yoongs for bullying us, right?â
You chuckled because how could you not? Of course, Jungkook could still make you laugh. It was a sad chuckle, but it was a chuckle no one else could have ever elicited from you.
You lifted your head and peered at Jungkook over your shoulder, peered at him even though it hurt you to. He was just too beautiful to not look at.
âYeah, weâll still bully Yoongs for bullying us.â
You almost didnât see the way the corners of Jungkookâs lips curled up into something that resembled a smile, almost didnât see it with the tears swimming in your eyes, blurring your vision.
âAmazing.â
Jungkook nodded at you, fingers tapping the glass door before he turned around and walked away. And even though you shouldnât, you watched him, watched him slip away more and more, watched him walk away from you.
You turned back around and only realised then that the sun had almost completely dipped below the horizon. The sky was painted an incredibly mellow and sorrowful orange, and even with your heart shattered on the floor and guilt leaving gaping holes in your chest, you had to smile.
And with that smile on your lips, the tears rolled down your cheeks, sparkling in the sunlight as you let them flow, flow because you didnât see a reason to wipe them away. Sometimes it was good to just cry, let yourself feel.
âTell me youâre not crying.â
His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but you heard them. You pressed your lips together at his words because, of course, he would also come out to talk to you. You really should have expected it, should have expected it because he was simply that great.
âWell, guess you gotta give me a second then,â you said and rubbed on your cheeks, quickly wiping away the tears you knew were going to have his blood boiling and anger unfurling in his stomach.
âY/N,â Taehyung sighed as he stepped out on the balcony, glass door clicking shut behind you as his hand gripped your elbow and turned you around.Â
âWhat did he say?â You shook your head, smiling at him as much as possible, but your smile did nothing to soothe the deep line between Taehyungâs brow, did nothing to loosen the grip he had around your elbow.
âTell me. I donât care if heâs my friend, heâs-â
âNo, stop,â you interrupted with a shake of your head and placed your hands on his shoulder, lips splitting into a grin because truly, Taehyung was the greatest, the greatest friend you could have ever wished or asked for. âItâs nothing. He didnât say anything.â
You knew with the way Taehyung was eyeing you that he didnât believe you, didnât believe you for a single second, but you also knew that you could spend hours trying to convince him otherwise and he still wouldnât believe you.
âYou sure you donât need me to beat him up a little?â
You laughed. âYou think you can beat him up?â
Taehyung scoffed at your words and tried his hardest to look offended, but even he had to smile a little.Â
âIâd try for you,â he said and you laughed again, shaking your head from left to right. The thought of a beaten up Taehyung popping right into your head.
âLetâs be honest here, he would just beat you up. No offence.â
Now, Taehyung laughed as well, laughed because he knew you were right. And for a moment, both of you only smiled at each other. For a moment, things seemed great and like he wouldnât bring it up again that you had just been crying.
But just like a wise man once had said, great things always have to come to an end.Â
âYou shouldnât feel guilty.â
Taehyungâs smile disappeared and your hands slid off his shoulder. You sighed, knowing exactly what he was talking about even though he didnât specify.Â
You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths before humming and peeling your eyes open, head cocking to the side.
âWell, I also shouldnât stay up so late and get more sleep, but here I am.â Your attempt of humour wasnât well received at all. Taehyung didnât even fake a smile at you, and you quickly let yours slip away, realising the weight of the situation and just how serious he was.
âY/N, I mean it. You shouldnât feel guilty,â Taehyung said, stressing every word of his last sentence like he wanted to drill it into your head, like he wanted for you to remember it, like he wanted to tattoo it into your skin so you would never forget.Â
âItâs not that easy,â you said in a quiet whisper and Taehyung pursed his lips, hands burying into his pockets as he suppressed the sigh from slipping.
âBut itâs not like you try either, right? Not like you try to free yourself from all of that guilt,â Taehyung argued and you almost groaned because, once again, he showed you that he had no idea.
âTaehyung, itâs really not that easy. I canât just wake up and say âWell, itâs his fault that he got hurt-ââ
âThatâs not what Iâm asking from you. Yes, you canât wake up and say that, but you can wake up and say âIt sucks that Jungkook got hurt by me leaving and was unable to properly forgive me for not telling him earlier, but aside from that I didnât do anything wrong because I simply chased my dream.â. Iâm not asking you to wake up and be all âJungkook can suck a dick.â. Thatâd be ridiculous, but Iâm asking you to stop blaming yourself.â
You tore your gaze away and crossed your arms in front of your chest as you suddenly realised how mesmerising Yerimâs flowers were.
âItâs trying, trying to feel less guilty. Thatâs what Iâm asking from you. And I realise itâs a process, but for the love of God, can you start it?â Taehyung said and tried to get you to look at him again, but you whipped your head around.Â
âNone of you understand,â you whispered and Taehyung scoffed, hands running through his hair as he tried not to snap.
âBut we do!â Taehyung groaned and you turned around to look at him, ready to shut him up and tell him how exactly he was wrong, but he continued, âYou seriously think that Yoongs or Yeri or I werenât hurt by the news of you leaving? You seriously think that we werenât mad too? You seriously think it was easy for us to go to the airport and wish you well? No!â
Taehyung gestured wildly around himself, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, as he tried not to shake you and yell into your face to wake the fuck up.
âIt wasnât. It sucked because while, yes, none of us dated you, we still loved you,â Taehyung said, leaning forward to stress his words. âWe were hanging out every day for four years, spending every minute together, and then suddenly, at the start of our last summer, you tell us youâre going to America?â
You swallowed heavily and bit on your tongue.
âIt wasnât easy and it fucking sucked, but we still wanted the best for you, still wanted you to go because we knew just how much you wanted to and how much you had worked for it. You deserved it, truly,â Taehyung said, voice growing soft as he calmed down a little.Â
âIt was why we did go to the airport with you and wished you well,â Taehyung spat out and for a moment, he stopped, paused and put his hands on his hips, eyes piercing through yours as you struggled to hold his gaze.
âDo you realise that you havenât said his name?â
You blinked at Taehyung, unable to say anything as a lump lodged itself into your throat, growing bigger and bigger with every word that left him.
âI donât think youâve said âJungkookâ or âKookâ even once except for that time when we first saw Kook in the restaurant,â Taehyung said and you really thought he wouldnât realise. âYou feel so guilty you canât even say his name. Itâs fucking ridiculous.â
You uncrossed your arms and let them slip to your side, eyes darting across the floor as you tried to find your words, but you couldnât.
âAnd what hurts and frustrates me the most aside from the fact that you will not recognise that your guilt is, in fact, ridiculous, is that Kook treats you like shit. And heâs so rude to you even though you go out of your way to fucking dice his cucumbers, even though you and I are fake dating for him, even though you organised this entire thing to break up with me so Heejin will never find out that all of this is a lie and youâre in actuality Kookâs ex.â
Taehyung was heaving at the end, chest rising and falling as the world spilled from his lips like an overflowing bucket. He levelled you with a gaze and a few seconds passed by before he spoke up again. But this time he wasnât on the edge of yelling, this time his voice wasnât dripping of urgency and frustration, this time he was calm.
âLook, Iâm not saying that you did nothing wrong and that Kook has no right to be mad at you at all.â You pressed your lips together. âYou did just leave, did just apply for that scholarship without telling us beforehand. That sucked, and you shouldnât have done that. You should have at least told him.â
Taehyung ran a hand through his hair as he gazed off into the sky, eyes squinting when he looked right into the disappearing sun.
âBut it doesnât mean that itâs okay for him to act the way he does. Youâve both fucked up, but itâs been years.â
You leaned against the railing and let out a long sigh, eyes wandering to Taehyung. He offered you a smile and while you felt the corners of your lips quiver and your lungs ache, you smiled back at him.Â
âYou two obviously have a lot to work through,â Taehyung said and you threw your head back into your neck, gaze finding the sky.
âWhere do I start?���
And without missing a beat, Taehyung answered,
âStart by forgiving yourself.â
When Taehyung came home that night after dropping you off, he found Jungkook in the kitchen, McDonalds bag sitting on the dining table.
âGot anything for me?â Taehyung asked as he made his way over to Jungkook, sitting down opposite of him and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Jungkook didnât respond or look at Taehyung, simply putting down his burger on the wrapper that functioned as a makeshift plate before rummaging through the brown bag and tossing a cheeseburger at Taehyung.
âYou took Heejin home?â Taehyung asked as he peeled the wrapper away, wondering how Jungkook had made it home before him when he had been at McDonalds before.Â
âUh, she insisted on going home herself. Called her an uber,â Jungkook mumbled between bites and Taehyung stopped unwrapping his burger for a moment to eye him before nodding and continuing.Â
âIâm sure everythingâs fine,â Taehyung said, trying to make Jungkook feel better, but he shrugged and didnât really react.Â
Interpreting Jungkookâs silence as him not wanting to talk, Taehyung didnât say anything more and focused on the food in front of him, biting into his burger that was disgustingly cold now, but after the night he had, any food was welcomed, even if it tasted of artificial flavouring and left his throat dry.
And for the next few minutes, Jungkook and he sit in silence, eating. At one point, Jungkook reached for his second burger, tossing Taehyung another one even though he hadnât finished his nor asked for one. Two bites into his new burger, Jungkook paused and stared at some point in front of him, just not at Taehyung.
âShe broke up with me.â
Taehyung looked up, but Jungkook kept his eyes trained in front of him.
âHeejin broke up with me.â
A second passed before Taehyung put down his burger and straightened up. He wasnât surprised because Yoongi had been right when he had told you that Jungkook and you had been in another world. A blind man could have seen that there was something between Jungkook and you.
âYou okay?â Taehyung offered and forgot that he was, deep down, still mad at Jungkook, forgot that Jungkook still made him want to rip out his own hair.Â
Jungkook scoffed before dropping his burger. It landed halfway on the wrapper and halfway not, but he didnât care enough to adjust it. He leaned back and covered his face with his hands, fingers digging into his eyes.
Taehyung was about to make his way over to Jungkook, about to pull him into his arms because he was clearly not doing well, but before he could even move a single centimetre, Jungkookâs hands fell away and he looked up to him.
âYeah, I am.â
It sounded like Jungkook couldnât believe himself, like he was angry and frustrated with himself for being able to say that he was okay and mean it, like he wanted to be the opposite, crying and bawling instead.
âIâm okay,â Jungkook said, head shaking from left to right as he furrowed his brows and scoffed at himself. âHow am I okay? How am I okay when Heejin, my fucking girlfriend, just broke up with me?â
Taehyung blinked at Jungkook, knowing exactly that he needed to rant right now, needed to get all of the words out.
âShe told me to get her an uber and after I did, she turned to me and said that she thought we should break up,â Jungkook recounted, eyes unblinking. âJust like that. We broke up just like that.â
He rubbed his eyes and groaned before snapping out of it and looking back at Taehyung.
âI- I didnât even fight her on it when she told me to call her an uber. I just did. I did as she told me to, but- but as her boyfriend, I shouldnât have, right? I should have insisted on driving her home, but I didnât. I- I knew I should have. I was screaming at myself to, but I just couldnât. And when she told me we should break up-â Jungkook paused and gestured around like that would finish his sentence. âI, again, didnât fight her on it.â
A bitter scoff escaped him and Taehyung watched Jungkook shake his head at himself, obviously confused by himself. âInstead of insisting to talk about it or whatever, I just went to fucking McDonalds.â Jungkook punched the bag and it tipped over, slow and sad. âI went to McDonalds! Can you fucking believe? Instead of driving home my girlfriend or fighting for my relationship, I just said okay and went to get food at the shittest place ever.â
Jungkook gestured around himself wildly, hands flailing around like he was drowning and trying to gasp for air. His voice grew in volume and the desperation and frustration seemed to thicken more and more, lacing his every word as he rambled on.
âAnd it all just doesnât make sense because itâs not like I donât care. I do. I do care about Heejin, but itâs just- itâs just-â Jungkook shook his head and pressed his lips into a thin line as he scanned the room for the rest of his sentence. âI just donât know anymore. I donât even know why she broke up with me.â
When Jungkook looked at Taehyung, it hurt him to see the frustration swimming in his eyes, hurt him to see how helpless he was. And so, Taehyung sighed and sat up even straighter, gaze levelling Jungkookâs.
âDo you love Heejin?â
âSheâs my girlfriend.â
âWas,â Taehyung corrected with a raise of a finger. âBut that doesnât answer my question, Jungkook-âÂ
Jungkook furrowed his brows at him and shook his head at him.
âWhat? It does answer your question,â Jungkook said, staring at Taehyung like he had just said the most ridiculous thing ever. âShe is- was, whatever, my girlfriend, so, of course, I love her.â
Taehyung scrunched up his nose at Jungkookâs answer and slid his burger to the side to lean forward and be a little closer to Jungkook, needing to look right into his eyes as he said the next word.
âDo you, though?â
Taehyung didnât give Jungkook a chance to answer.
âDo you seriously love Heejin or do you assume you do because she was your girlfriend?â
Taehyung eyed Jungkook as the words sank into the air and dawned on him, as they replayed over and over again in his head, as they started to push through everything inside him and reached his heart.
âJungkook, donât you think there was a reason why Heejin and you had been dating for almost six months and we hadnât met her yet? Donât you think there was a reason why you never told her about Y/N?â
He looked at Taehyung, his gaze hazy and clouded with questions. Jungkook had no idea, had no idea why Heejin had broken up with him. She had simply smiled at him and wished him well before getting into the uber, no reason. But he also hadnât tried to stop her from getting inside and demanded an answer. He had just accepted it with a nod and gotten into his car.
But now, with Taehyung looking at him, gaze digging deep into his, he started to think, started to replay the events of this evening, started to dissect every interaction today.Â
He thought about how you all had played Taboo, thought about how you had smiled at him when he had gotten the first word, thought about how you had essentially beamed at him when you two had gotten closer and closer to the win, thought about how you had squealed and jumped up when you had realised you had won, thought about how beautiful you had looked standing on the balcony with the wind blowing through your hair and the sun highlighting your beauty, thought about how he wanted to hold you close to him when he saw you standing there, thought about how you had smiled at him when you had told him you had missed him too, thought about how you were the only thing he could think of.
âI love Y/N.â
The corners of Taehyungâs lips curled up and he nodded.
âI still love, Y/N.â
And once again, Taehyung nodded.
Jungkook slumped into his chair, hands in his lap as he stared at some chip in the dining table, mind far, far away. Never had he been this confused before, never had he ever struggled this much to process anything before.
But at the same time, it made sense, made sense that he was still in love with you. How could he not be? How could he not be when you were the only one that had ever made him so happy that the corners of his lips had started hurting from all of the grinning and his stomach aching from all of the laughing and his lungs screaming for oxygen? How could he not be when you were the smartest, kindest, funniest. most talented, brilliant, inspiring and prettiest person he had ever met?
It made so much sense that Jungkook was still deeply in love with you after all this time, it hurt his brain.
And so, he stayed silent, stayed silent even as Taehyung reached over and bit into his burger after finishing his own.
âWhat do I do?â
Jungkook surprised himself when he spoke, not intending to, but once the words were out, he wanted the answer. Taehyung put Jungkookâs burger down on his own pile of cheeseburger wrappers and brushed his hands off.
âWhat do you want to do?â
âI want to tell her. I want to try again. I want to hold her in my arms and kiss her until the sun rises-â
âOkay, calm down, Kook,â Taehyung laughed and leaned back into his chair. âI get it. You wanna rush over to her and profess your love to her in this grand romantic gesture, but take a moment and think about it, about everything.â
Jungkook lowered his gaze and looked up after two seconds, chest pressed against the edge of the table and legs itching to carry him to you.
âYou think sheâs still up-â
âNo,â Taehyung cut in and pointed at Jungkook, burger abandoned to the side once more as he leaned forward. The smile that had pulled on his lips before disappeared.
âKook, I need you to think about how youâve treated Y/N these past weeks.â Jungkook straightened up and his legs tucked themselves under the chair when the memories came crashing down on him. âReally think about it.â
And so, this time, Jungkook did think about it, did take a moment and let all of your interaction run through his mind. And the longer he did, the longer he thought about what he had said to you and how he had treated you, the more he wanted to punch himself, the more he wanted to turn back time, the more he wanted to fall to his knees and beg you to forgive him, beg you to just please not hate him.
Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, fingers clawing on the roots as he cursed himself.
âBad, isnât it?â Taehyung said and cocked his head to the side.Â
âWhat do I do?â
âWell, Iâd apologise first if I were you and Iâd take all responsibility for what, well, youâve done. And Iâd tell her that if she doesnât feel the way I do, that itâs fine and I will do anything in my power to not make it awkward for her and the fact that sheâs friends with my friends.â
Jungkook hummed, hummed because he really couldnât do anything else. He just couldnât believe how blinded he had been, how blinded he had been by all of that ugly and unresolved anger and pain.
Taehyung let Jungkook think for a while, think before he leaned forward again and said what he had been trying so desperately to tell him, what he had been trying to get through his thick skull all this time.
âBut before that, Kook, I need you to realise that when she made your promise of forever, you were teens. Remember how dumb and stupid we were back then? And I know you felt like Y/N was being selfish and leaving you behind to go study in America, but in reality, she was following her dreams. And you thought that those dreams didnât include you, but they did. You were the one that broke up with her. She did not break up with you. You did.â
Taehyung paused for a second, arms crossing in front of his chest.Â
âYou decided to not be in her dreams.â
You banged on the door, banged on it like you were about to kick it in, banged on it like your life depended on it, and when it finally opened, you almost banged on his chest, fist stopping mid-air.
âWho the fuck- Y/N? What are you doing here? Itâs five in the morning- wait, why are you all wet? Did you run through the rain?â
You shoved your phone into his face and he squinted, your screen blinding him. The overhead light above you did barely anything to illuminate the hallway you were standing in, leaving both of you essentially in darkness.Â
It took him a few seconds, a lot of blinking and wrapping his fingers around your wrist to hold your phone away to finally see what you were showing him.
[heejin - 11:21 PM] : hi! I wasnt sure if I should tell you this or not and I honestly contemplated not to
[heejin - 11:21 PM] : but at the end, I think you should know
[heejin - 11:21 PM] : Iâm not too sure what exactly is going on between kook and you, but for what itâs worth, kook and I broke up
[heejin - 11:22 PM] : I hope you two figure out whatever is between you two because I do think you two would be cute. you definitely got my blessing!
[heejin - 11:22 PM] : dream team ;)
Your knuckles turned white around your phone before you let your arm drop to your side. Your heart was pounding in your chest, pounding so much that you were certain that she was trying to leap out of it and fall into his hands again.
Jungkook blinked at you, mouth agape as he struggled to find his voice, struggled to take you all in because did you really stand in front of him, soaked to the bones, hair all tangled up and wet from the rain, chest heaving like you had run all of the way here or was he simply dreaming? Did he finally fall asleep?
âDid I wake you up?â you panted and shifted from one foot to another, expecting him to slam the door in your face.
âN-no, I, uh, I wasnât sleeping,â Jungkook said and you looked at him before nodding and letting your gaze travel to the side. Your brows pinched together and Jungkook was about to invite you in because, again, you were soaked to the bones, but then, you took a deep breath and opened your mouth.
Here goes nothing.
âLook, Jungkook, I debated with myself for the past four or so hours whether or not I should come here. And then, it started to rain, and, well, I know that you love your romcoms. And even though I also know you probably wanna be the one to execute the grand romantic gesture because you are you and you love so fucking deeply and wholly, I decided that Iâm gonna do this because, well, you deserve it.
âWhen I left for America, I- I truly thought I was going to move on from you at one point, thought you were going to turn into an old love, a memory. I thought that one day Iâd tell my grandkids about you, Jungkook, and how you were my first love and how happy you had made me and how bitter our ending had been, but,â you shook your head, âbut the truth is, you still have such a hold on my heart. Youâre still vibrant and alive in my mind, imprinted in there.
âAnd I know Iâve hurt you by leaving, but I didnât leave because I stopped loving you, Jungkook,â tears filled your eyes, âI left because having you, having you by my side, as my boyfriend, Jungkook, made me believe that anything was possible, made me want to reach for the stars, fulfill my dreams because before America, you were my dream. You were the one thing I had wanted for so long, and then, I had you. Then, you were mine, and I was on cloud nine.
âIâve felt so guilty all this time and beaten myself up for leaving because you were obviously still so angry and hurt by that, and unlike what you might believe, I never wanted that, never wanted to hurt you in any way. I need you to understand that I didnât leave because you werenât enough. You were and are enough, Jungkook. I left because you made the impossible seem possible, and so, I thought youâd be my side forever, even if oceans and continents and whatever were between us.
âAnd I realise that was selfish, selfish of me to just expect you to be fine with it. I should have talked to you, told you about the scholarship and my plans and not broken our promise like that. But I didnât, and I made you think that everybody is selfish and that you werenât enough. But thatâs not true.â You shook your head and swallowed heavily, trying not to choke on your own tears. âJungkook, you taught me that people are wonderful and amazing and you made me feel like I was more than enough, beyond enough. And you deserve to feel the same way, so, Iâm deeply sorry for failing to do just that and for leaving without a proper explanation and talking to you beforehand.
âI know you probably donât wanna hear this because you probably hate me now, but even if you decide to slam the door in my face and curse me out for the rest of my life after this and forget about all that Iâve said, I want you to know one thing.Â
âI love you. I love you so much it hurts, and I donât think Iâll ever stop, not even if you hate me.â
Jungkook looked at you, gazed into your eyes, and truly, you thought time stopped. You waited, waited for him to say or do something and it felt like eternities were flying past you as you stood there, blinking at him. And even with tears in your eyes, blurring your vision, you could see him clearly, could see Jungkook standing right in front of you.
âY/N, oh, my love,â Jungkook started, voice shaky before he took a step closer to you. His hand reached up and he cupped your face. Your cheek was cold, cold from the rain, but the moment he touched you, you felt warmth push through you, through your chest, felt the remnants of icicles melt away in your lungs.
âPlease, donât apologise. I should be apologising to you, should be the one banging on your door and begging for your forgiveness. I donât hate you. I could never truly hate you.â Jungkook swallowed, voice cracking as the words continued spilling from him without a pause. âI- Iâm the one that fucked up so badly, I donât even know how you can still love me. I hurt you so much, said so much dumb shit and made you feel so fucking guilty when you shouldnât have felt guilty.â He shook his head at himself and held onto you a little tighter like he was scared you were going to slip away if he didnât. âIâm so sorry, my love, for being so incredibly blinded by anger and pain for so long. Iâm so sorry for hurting you and making you feel like you needed to apologise to me.
âTae is right. I should have taken you to the airport and wished you well. I should have been there with the others and said goodbye. I shouldn't have screamed at you and stayed at home-â
âKook, babe, no,â you choked out and grabbed his wrist, holding onto it as you shook your head at him. âDonât apologise. I- I should have talked to you before. You had every right to be mad at me. I understand why you didnât go. I understand why you couldnât do it. Itâs fine-â
âBut I donât want it to be fine,â Jungkook interrupted and your fingers tightened around his wrists. âI donât want it to be fine because I know I hurt you by not being there. And I never want it to be fine or okay or whatever if I hurt you.â
Jungkook and you looked at one another, vision blurry and just as the first tear began spilling from the corner of your eye, you took a step towards Jungkook, closing the gap that had lingered between you two and pressed your lips to his.
You kissed Jungkook, kissed him standing on the doorstep of his front door, kissed him standing there, soaked to the bones, kissed him like it was just you and him in this universe. Your body leaned into his and your hands were desperate for him, desperate to just touch him. You grabbed onto whatever skin and piece of Jungkook you could get, and he did the same, but your kiss was soft and calm, the opposite of your hands. You held onto you like you were drowning, like you were Rose and Jack.
You moved your lips against his and your smile grew the longer you kissed Jungkook. And you wondered if he could also feel the sun shine in his chest, if he could also taste the honey and sugar and love trapped between your teeth, if his skin was also prickling everywhere you touched him, if fireworks were also exploding in his stomach like they were in yours, if this was enough of a grand romantic gesture for him.
You wondered if Jungkook could feel just how much you loved him.
The sun rose behind you two, and when you two pulled away to breathe, you smiled at each other.Â
Jungkook didnât let go of you and neither did you. He cupped your face once more and pulled you close to him. Your breath mixed with his, heavy and varied, but it was all good, all good because smiles were on your lips, all good because you had each other again.
âMy love,â Jungkook breathed, and gazed into your eyes the way he had when you had won that round of Taboo and smiled at you the way he had when he and you had stood on the balcony. âI love you.â
âKook, babe,â you started, pecking his nose before beaming at him, beaming at him like you had used to, beaming at him because he was your sun and your dream. âI love you more.â
Jungkook leaned in for a quick kiss, leaned in the same way he used to whenever his heart pounded a little too much in his chest. And you pressed right back against him, lips finding his, and you knew,
Jungkook was warmth.
Jungkook was home.
Jungkook was love.
âFucking finally.â
Jungkook and you pulled apart and jerked around to the source of the sound, and when you saw them standing there, behind you, your heart stopped mid-beat. Your jaw went slack as you blinked at them, unable to process what was happening right now.
âWorth it, right?âÂ
Jungkook and you whipped your heads around one more time, and it was then that you saw Taehyung standing behind you, hands shoved into his pockets and body leaned against the door to the living room.
âEh, was kinda obvious that this was gonna happen at one point,â Yoongi mumbled with a shrug, clearly unbothered, but Yerim was the complete opposite, hands pressed to her mouth as she tried to stop the squeal from spilling free.
âOh my God!â she shrieked, voice so high it hurt and Jungkook and you cringed. âI- Iâve been literally dreaming of this!â
âSo, worth it, right? Coming here?â Taehyung asked again and squeezed himself between Jungkook and you to step out into the hallway, prompting you to move to the side a little.
âYes, absolutely!â Yerim grinned and nodded vigorously, and for a moment, you thought her head was going to come off.
âWhatâs happening right now?â you asked and your hands found Jungkookâs, your fingers lacing with his for some kind of support.
âOh, yeah, I heard you banging on the door, so, I called up Yoongs and Yeri and told them to get their asses here because our best friends donât get back together without everybody here to witness it,â Taehyung explained with a shrug.
âWait, how did you two make it here in time?â Jungkook asked, thumb brushing over your hand as he stepped closer to you to look at Yoongi and Yerim.
âYeah, unlike what you might think, Kook, traffic isnât always so bad and there arenât always fires around,â Yoongi smirked and Jungkook gasped behind you.Â
Taehyung, Yerim and you looked at each other, jaws going slack before you started grinning and all three of you had to bite your lips to stop the laughter from spilling free. Jungkook tugged on your hand and you tried your hardest not to laugh, but when you looked at him, you just couldnât stop it.
Pearls of laughter spilled out and you took Taehyung and Yerim with you. Taehyung placed his hand on Jungkookâs shoulder and gave him a comforting squeeze, and Yerim hid behind Yoongi, trying her hardest to avoid Jungkookâs gaze.
And even though he was offended and tried to keep looking like he was truly offended, he couldnât help but laugh with you all, couldnât help himself when he saw you grinning at him like that.
âCan we go now?â Yoongi smiled when you all had calmed down, the bags under his eyes darkening with every second he wasnât in his bed. âItâs five in the morning and usually, Iâm in bed during this time.â
Taehyung smiled at him. âOnly if you say, it was worth it.â
Yoongi groaned and threw his head into his neck, not enjoying that answer at all. Yerim giggled and nudged him with her elbow, but instead of just saying it was worth it, Yoongi decided to argue with Taehyung.
âIt was so obvious that they were gonna get together again. I honestly wouldnât have minded if you hadnât called me.â
âMin Yoongi, are you seriously telling me that you wouldnât have minded missing out on our best friends getting back together?â
âHonestly? Yeah.â
âHeâs lying. Yoongs loves Kook and Y/N together.â
âWhatâre you talking about, Yeri? I donât-â
âDo I have to remind you that you texted me last week that you couldnât believe that they werenât back together yet?â
âOh, Yoongs, thatâs so cute.â
âWhy would you believe her, Tae? Itâs bullshit!â
Too busy watching Taehyung, Yerim and Yoongi argue with each other, you didnât notice Jungkook turning away. So, when you suddenly felt cotton brush against your arms, you were more than surprised.
âWhat?â you blurted out before looking down at yourself and seeing one of Jungkookâs jackets around your body.Â
âThought you might be cold. You know, with all of that running through the rain and everything,â Jungkook hummed with a shrug and you stared at him for a little before you smiled at him again. You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss against his lips, a kiss that had the corners of his lips curling into the most beautiful smile.
You hugged Jungkookâs jacket closer to your body, trying to keep that warmth in your chest locked down. The smell of his detergent and sweat mixed with your senses and you felt all dizzy, but it was the good kind of dizzy, the kind of dizzy you loved, the kind of dizzy only Jungkook could ever make you feel.
And when he wrapped his arms around you, you quickly wrapped your arms around him too. Your lips brushed against his neck and you left a kiss there, trying to make sure that he would never ever forget that he was more than enough, never ever forget that you loved him like nobody else in this world.
And with his arms around your body, you, once again, felt like the impossible was possible, like the stars were yours to grab, like nothing could ever come between you, but unlike before, you knew that this time, it was all true.
âI love you,â you hummed into Jungkookâs ear and he smiled into your hair before tightening his arms around you.
âAnd I love you.â
Jungkook and you gazed into each otherâs eyes, sunlight sparkling in your pupils before you both slowly leaned into each other, more and more. Your eyes flickered down to his lips and you knew that any second now, he would kiss you. And the thought alone had your heart racing and your breath hitching and your hands shaking but in the best ways possible. And right as your lips were about to connect,
âFine!â Yoongi grunted and silenced Taehyung and Yerim, cutting them mid-sentence and Jungkook and you mid-kiss. âIt was worth it. I missed Kook and Y/N and Iâm more than overjoyed to see them together again! My heart is literally melting in my chest and I canât wait to go home because I wanna shriek and scream into my pillow!â
Jungkook and you turned your heads around to see a panting Yoongi. His eyes were big and nostrils flared as he glared at Taehyung and Yerim.
âHappy now?â he asked through gritted teeth and he looked between Taehyung and Yerim, who were exchanging glances with each other. There was a beat of silence and a second later, the two burst out into laughter. Jungkook and you had to grin too, but you still shook your heads at your friends, the situation far too ridiculous.
âHey, Yoongs,â Jungkook called over your head before looking at you. When you nodded at him, he turned back to Yoongi, who was, at this point, fuming and mumbling to himself, cheeks red. âYou can go home now.â
âThank you!â Yoongi grumbled and threw his hands into the air, but before he could turn around and drive home with his cheeks and the tips of his ears bright red, Jungkook interjected,
âBut you are a dumb, little bitch.â
Yoongiâs jack went slack as he furrowed his brows at Jungkook, more than caught off guard by the sudden insult. It was clear he was struggling to process it, but so were Taehyung, Yerim and you, all three of you going silent at Jungkookâs words.
It took you a moment to understand why Jungkook had said what he had said, and when you did, you burst out into laughter.
You gasped for air as you threw your head back, laughter rippling through your chest, and Jungkook joined you, bending over as he laughed his heart out as well. And soon enough, Taehyung joined you two, finally making the connection himself. Yerim started laughing as well, but only because Taehyung, Jungkook and you were laughing.
Yoongi was left blinking at you three as he struggled to decide whether he was offended or amused, and judging from the smile tugging on the corners of his lips, it was the latter.
âNot like that,â you said with a shake of your head and Jungkook shrugged at you.
âWhat? Isnât that we were talking about when we said to bully Yoongs?â he asked with that proud smirk on his lips, that proud smirk he always got whenever he managed to make people laugh. Taehyung and you shook your heads at him, both definitely not thinking of calling Yoongi âa dumb, little bitchâ when you had agreed to bully him a little.Â
It took a while, but soon your laughter died down, but the grins stayed on your lips.
âDefinitely not like that,â Taehyung agreed with you, fingers wiping away the tears, and you three locked eyes with each other, grinning, no, beaming.Â
Yoongi sighed after he had enough of whatever this was, and turned on his heel, but once again, before he could go, Jungkook interjected,
âHey, I think you should all just crash here. Itâs, well, early and probably better for you two to not get behind the wheel right now.â
Yoongi opened his mouth to protest, but then, he stopped himself and paused, gaze levelling Jungkookâs.
âI get your bed?â
âSure thing, Iâll kick you out of it,â Jungkook grinned and even though that had not been the response he had wanted, Yoongi shuffled inside, Yerim right behind him.
âIâm happy you guys are back together,â she told you two as she walked past you and you grinned at Jungkook, a grin he returned right away.
Taehyung let out a sigh, lips still pulled into a smile before he, too, shuffled inside, gaze meeting yours when he did.Â
âThank you.â
âYeah, seriously. Thanks,â Jungkook hummed and Taehyung laughed before waving you two off, dismissing your words with a flick of his hand.
âNo need to thank me,â Taehyung grinned. âIâm just happy that you two are back together.â
Both of you wanted to disagree, but Taehyung silenced you with a smile. And right as he was about to turn into the living room to figure out where Yerim and Yoongi were going to sleep, he looked over his shoulder and met Jungkookâs and your gaze.
âYou can name your firstborn after me if youâre truly thankful.â A pause. âTaehyung Jeon. Doesnât sound too bad, right?â
âYou think we would name our firstborn after you?â
âYou think I would take Kookâs last name?âÂ
Jungkook gasped next to you and took a step back, hand gripping your elbow to draw your attention to him. His brows were slightly furrowed together and his mouth agape.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean? Whatâs wrong with Jeon?â he asked and you stared at him.
âGonna leave you two alone now,â Taehyung laughed, not wanting to see where that conversation was going, and joined Yerim and Yoongi in the living room.
âNothing. Donât you worry about it,â you said with a smile and stroked Jungkookâ cheek, and instantly, he melted into your touch, frown washing away. âItâs fine. Itâs a nice last name.â
You pinched Jungkookâs cheeks, making him pull away and just as he was about to complain and tell you not to pinch his cheek, you continued,
âYou know, fine and nice for now.â
Jungkookâs eyes grew big at your words and before he could ask you what exactly you meant with that, (because you knew he was going to. It was Jungkook after all.), you closed the door behind you two. You patted his chest and took his hand to lead him to the others, but he stopped you, pulling you back to him, smirk on his lips.
âYou wanna fulfill Taeâs wish?â Jungkook asked with a quirk of his brow and you looked at him, lips pressing into a line. When you didnât respond, the smirk fell away, prompting you to smile at him again.Â
âLetâs join the others, yeah?â you said with a wink, enjoying teasing him a little too much. You didnât wait for an answer and turned on your heel, but once again, Jungkook stopped you.
âHow about we fulfill my dream, then?âÂ
Jungkook looked at you with the same smirk on his face again, and before you could stop yourself, you laughed at him, shaking your head from left to right. You leaned up to him and planted a kiss on his cheek before patting his chest and walking backwards, pointing at him as you did.
âJust get me a towel.âÂ
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Hey I was wondering if you could write a MM imagine where him and the reader have only gone on a couple of dates then when the announcement of the first lockdown is made he asks the reader to isolate with him? Then I was thinking while theyâre isolating theyâre experiencing a few Firsts with each other (e.g., cooking together, sharing a bed, movie nights, cuddles and kisses etc).
I didn't know how to write this without being super long and boring so I was going to section it off but hopefully it still gives off the same energy then a normal write lmao, also thank you for the request and this is such a good idea đŠ. I didn't really know what other firsts to dođ I havenât proof read this either, so it could make no sense at all and probably have spelling mistakes but pls just power through it đ¤đź
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Lockdown was being announced and everyone was panicking, the news emphasised on the amount of food people were buying and how there was no loo roll left but also about how relationships weren't going to work out due to being locked in the houses for all this time without seeing your significant other or because you was seeing them too much.
You had only been on a couple of dates with Mason, but you both knew that you wanted to pursue something more personal and deep and not just mess around for the fun of it. Thats why when he asked you to isolate with him you didn't hesitate to say yes. Even though the news told you otherwise of how to feel you simply ignored and couldn't wait to spend as much time with him as possible, building up a true connection between you both and making your bond stronger.
Cuddling and kisses and sharing a bed.
You arrived earlier in the day and had already taken your things to the spare bedroom and now sat on his couch, him on the opposite side. You guys hadn't stopped talking throughout the whole movie that played and eventually when it ended you insisted that you bought a takeaway for the both of you.
He agreed and when the pizza arrived you both sat at the table and had a slice, talking endlessly about random things like 'why colours are named what they are' and 'how were humans created'. After about an hour, it was dark out and just turned 9pm.
"I'm gonna get comfy and ready for bed."
"Yeah, I'll meet you up there in a few." He smiled and kissed your cheek, grabbing the box and walking off outside.
It was pretty cold out so you pulled on a hoodie and joggers, and you removed your makeup and cleaned your face and teeth and sat on the bed in the free room on your phone.
He knocked on the door and peaked his head through the door frame at about 10.
"You coming?" He gestures to his room.
"Oh yeah, hold up." You smile watching him leave.
He lay on the bed on his phone, lighting up when he saw you enter.
"You don't have to stay in here if you don't want to." He stated, watching as you climbed into bed next to him.
"No, I want to." You snuggled up next to him, resting your head on the pillow.
"I want you to, too." He put an arm around your waist and finally rested down after turning the light off on the bedside table.
You were both submerged in complete darkness, a tranquil atmosphere surrounded you both, the duvet lazily spread across you and your faces faced each other. His eyes were closed, but you lightly leaned in and pecked his lips causing him to open his eyes.
"Goodnight." You said, looking up at him.
"Goodnight pretty." He smiled, kissing you again lightly and resting his head.
You fell asleep in his arms, totally engulfed with his care and serenity, it rubbed off onto you. This was the best sleep you ever had in ages, and you wanted to do it a lot more.
Cooking.
"Hey! Thats not where the flour goes." You retaliated at Mason putting the flour on your nose, a sneeze followed shortly after.
"Oh, my bad." He giggled, sticking the rest of the flour in the bowl.
"These are going to be the best cupcakes you have ever baked."You said, mixing all the ingredients with all the strength you had.
"Yeah? I reckon by myself I could cook some pretty good cupcakes. With no help of Course." He leaned against the counter, his apron said 'world best chef' and he was covered in all ingredients that you didn't even know had to be in the cupcakes.
"Well, we will see about that once you taste my cakes." You smirked, sticking your tongue out at him and wiping a little bit of frosting on his cheek. "Got u back." You giggled.
He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer to him so your front's were together.
"You look amazing cooking.." He cheekily smiled.
"Not too bad yourself." You kissed him, he deepened the kiss and ran his hand up your back, until you felt a hard crack on your head and then an ooze of a liquid go down your back, mason was laughing uncontrollably, holding his stomach and near enough rolling on the floor.
"Mason!" You shouted, shocked and holding your head, "Did you just egg me?" You laughed, grabbing the egg that was on you and smearing it all over him.
"Two can play that game!" You giggled, grabbing flower and eggs.
Fight and makeup.
"No, I just don't particularly like her. You told me about what she did, she's a bad influence." He argued back.
"Oh, so she's a bad influence? So you think I would do something like that?" You scoffed. Your friend invited you to go on a walk around the park, and you told Mason but when he heard your friends name he instantly scoffed and shrugged his shoulders. He had no care about it and sighed, telling you to just 'do what you wanna, your choice at the end of the day.'. You asked why he was being so moody and he replied that he doesn't like her, and you understood why but because he didn't like her didn't mean that you couldn't hang with her. You did tell him that she did cheat on her boyfriend and you completely disagreed with her actions too but now he was saying she was a 'bad influence' like you was going to be influenced by what she did and start following her actions like you was a child.
"Its only for a catch up Mase, I haven't seen her in like 3 weeks. I haven't been at work remember and ive been locked up here."
"Yes, but anyone but her. We could go. I't doesn't matter, just go. Ill see you when you get back." And then he stormed off up to his gaming room, releasing all his stress on his games.
After about 40 minutes, you realised he was right, it wasn't just the cheating but she just overall was a bad person and you shouldn't have been encouraging such gossip with her.
You entered his room and put your hands on his shoulders, he looked back at you and then carried on his game like you wasn't even there.
"I'm sorry Mase, you was right. I can surround myself with much better people, and I will."
He turned his chair around so he was facing you and grabbed your hips to sit you down on his lap.
"It's okay, and ill go on that walk with you. Let me just finish this game." He said, smiling lightly and giving you a kiss which you returned.
Go-to support.
It was about 2 months into lockdown and your work had been piling up. You was stressed and so not motivated to do anything, even getting up out of bed was hard.
This day was particularly a struggle. You had to finish a presentation and only had today to do it, so you panicked and speeded it, finishing it as quick as ou could without caring about the outcome and just sending it off.
You sat at the kitchen table with your face in your hands, thinking about all the possibilities, will you lose your job? Will you get demoted? You just couldn't stop your mind from wandering.
"Are you okay babe?" You heard Masons voice from behind you and felt a hand on your back soothing you.
You couldn't hold it in anymore and broke down, whimpering and wiping your eyes.
"Mason I need a break from work, its so stressful and I think with the work I just did I'm going to lose my job and im just not motivated to do anything and I-" you rambled on, until he cut you off.
"Hey, hey calm down," He crouched down and placed his hand on the side of your face, wiping your tears away with his thumb. "Don't beat yourself up about it. It's happening to everyone now, im sure if we ask your work to give you some time for your mental health im sure they would let you." he smiled reassuringly.
"We?" You sniffed.
"Yeah, we. We're gonna get through this together. Now, it's always we." He stood up and hugged you tight.
Love and a movie night.
It's been about a 5 months now, and you and Mason had been going strong.
Mason insisted that you watch a movie tonight, sit down with some popcorn and snuggle up together. Of course you said yes.
About halfway in the movie, a conversation popped up about 'what would you do if you was a worm?' and you couldn't stop laughing, at both of your responses.
"Yeah, but I would definitely still love you if you was a worm." He joked, laughing with you.
You stopped almost instantly, looking over at him.
"What?" He looked over, confused.
"Did you just say that you love me?" You questioned, sitting up.
"You didn't hear? I love you." He smiled, chuckling.
you gasped, putting your hands over your mouth. He reached out and grabbed your face.
"I love you." He repeated, just for you to realise what he did, so you could know that it was real, to process the words.
"I love you." You stated, grinning from ear to ear.
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pls elaborate on honey this mirror.... the title is increediblyy transgender yeag but im not immediately seeing it in the rest ... u could convince me though i think
Ok so im not going to post a voice note cos i sound literally insane i dont know if i sound any saner now that ive typed it all out but like. HOPEFULLY THIS MAKES SENSE you asked for me to convince you so heres a whole ass mini essay sorry do u still think im hot. this got so long kill me now. ENJOY <33
To preface this: in almost all the songs that i think are about transgenderism, the struggle with gender and identity is often portrayed as a struggle in a relationship with a lover (usually a female lover), which is pretty apparent in drowning lessons + the demolovers in three cheers for sweet revenge, and in this song. At least in my opinion.Â
so honey this mirror isnt big enough, on a surface level is about a toxic/failing relationship. but like i said i feel like this âother sideâ of gerard, or of i guess the narrator/singer, the feminine side, the âgirl withinâ is often depicted as a lover or a companion of some sort. the title of this song is what gives it away for me because if u ignore the title then obviously the song is just about a relationship, but because its called honey this mirror isnt big enough for the two of us it feels like gerard is just singing to themself. Its not about any relationship, its about gerards relationship with HIMSELF, or with this other side of him, this other half (the woman in the demolition lovers, the victim in drowning lessons).
Me and ryan did a LOT of trans readings of mcr songs yesterday and the day before, and to like put it down to its essentials: a lot of the songs on bullets + revenge have this idea that theres this âgirlâ that gerard/the narrator wants to be or is somehow on the inside, and hes scared of her or he sees her as something he must kill or repress. at least at the beginning. which is why in drowning lessons i think the âsheâ that he kills is himself, and i think this is then repeated in honey this mirror isnt big enough, but instead of it being a murder, hes just trying to break up with her.
ryan put it quite well in this discord message they sent me: âhe's pushing the girl out of his mind (out of the mirror)â âlike im breaking up with you. we're over. i dont care how much you cry, i dont care how much i mean to you, this time i mean it. we're not doing this again (and then she comes back because she always, always, always comes back)âÂ
honey this mirror really reflects a problem that i think a lot of trans people struggle with at first, which is: if i embrace this side of me, if i come out, it could ruin my relationships with other people. Iâll become a different person, what if they wont love me anymore. so like when gerard says to this âgirlâ âyou cant touch my brother / you cant keep my friendsâ thats the idea of âshit if im transgender ill lose the people closest to meâ, which is depressing but really realistic in that i know ive thought like that a lot in the past. I think he gets past this and thats shown in danger days and hesitant alien (gerards solo album) but i wont go into that now lol.
 and then right after that they sing âweâre not working out / this time i mean it / never mind the times ive seen itâ, âitâ being the times they HAVE worked out. But in this song its like gerard is lying to themself, theyre ignoring the times this ârelationshipâ has made them happy cos theyre letting fear and self hatred drown out the positive emotions this âgirlâ this âloverâ has created in them.Â
Then the pinnacle to this interpretation is the lyrics âwell i find it hard to stay / with the words you say / oh baby let me inâ. Thats the girl, thats gerards reflection saying âlet me inâ like: embrace me love me you need me dont let me go dont do this to me dont do this to yourself, which gerard ignores because hes determined to end it. but because the outro is a repeat of âoh baby let me inâ i think this is what ryan meant with âshe always always always comes backâ, just like in drowning lessons âall the times ive killed youâ: ive killed you so many times but you come back every time, ive broken up with you so many times but in the end i always let you back in. like this is a constant internal struggle that if you only listen to bullets and revenge seems to have a bad ending, but it actually has a happy ending because eventually gerard/the narrator embraces this woman, this other half, and doesnt regret it.Â
The end thank you for coming to my ted talk i hope i got my point across. It might be a bit of a stretch but i definitely stand by this interpretation godbles
#i read through everything i wrote like 8 times and still dont know if this makes sense but whatever fuck it we ball. send post#mcr#gerry đ#đŹ
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Alternative {spencer reid}
Chapter 1Â
summary: Since quarentine was announced, Y/N decided to rewatch all seasons of Criminal Minds. On a lonely night she wished she could be in that universe instead of this. What happens when she wakes up in 2008 in Quantico?
warnings: angst, a very confused reader, regular cm stuff and my grammar (if you find anything else pls lmk
word count: 2k
a/n: i have this idea while watching a movie about parallel universes and all, so i just wanted to try this out. it will be a 10 parts series! im not really sure about this, i think i kinda hate it but im posting it anyways lmao. i hope you gonna enjoy!
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You woke up feeling dizzy and with a major headache. At first you thought it was because you drank a whole lot of wine last night but then you saw yourself in a room you never saw before. You stoop up quickly trying to understand where you were and how did you end up there. You were sure that you have never been in this place before, and it was scaring you that you showed up in there.
There was a mirror nailed to the wall in from of you almost forcing you to look at your own body, that made you notice that you were still wearing the same clothes from last night, but you werenât home. Not being home was odd given by the fact you stayed there with your family and two friends you invited over, since thereâs a whole freaking pandemic going on and you for sure did not want to get sick or get other people sick.Â
âDid I get kidnapped?â you think out loud. âNo, I just watch too much Criminal Minds.â you tell yourself, trying to calm down.
You reach for the face mask placed on the nightstand, getting ready to leave this random place and go home. You tried not to freak out when you realized your phone was gone and the only cellphone in there was probably as old as your grandmother. You dialed your moms number about five times and all of them went on voicemail, making you curse mentally.Â
This canât be happening. Not to me.
As soon as you leave the apartment you were in you realized you werenât in your hometown, definitely not. It was crowded, like, really crowded and no one was wearing any face masks. Where did the freaking pandemic go? You wondered while you felt like a misfit for being the only one wearing it.Â
âExcuse me, can you tell me where I am?â you ask an old lady walking by.
âYouâre on Main Street, sweetheart.â she says.
âNo, um, I mean the city.â you watched as the old lady looked at you with a funny face, as if she was calling you crazy on her mind.
âWeâre in Quantico, dear.â
âQuantico?â you repeat, mostly for yourself then for her. The lady started at you like you were an alien. âThank you so much, maâam.â
The air started to go low on you, how did you get to Virginia, anyway? That was across the country from where you lived, Bellevue in Washington state. You started lost walking, trying to understand what the hell was going on. It felt like you were on a parallel universe, like you were in a dream but couldn't wake up and it sure felt very real. You stoped a jornal shop taking a lot at the last newspaper in there, trying to figure if something happened that you were missing. However, nothing reported there shocked you, what did, though, was the date.Â
July 1st, 2008
You were about to ask someone about it when you bumped into a blonde woman, falling on the ground. As soon as you looked up, you almost chocked yourself. If the day was already weird, this was even weirder. A.J Cook was standing right in front of you with a concerned look. You couldn't really say anything, just staring at her like she wasn't real. It was weird seeing her in front of you after only seeing her through screens.Â
âIâm so sorry!â she said as she offered a hand for you to get up. âAre you ok?â
âI- um, yes! Iâm fine.â you san, getting the dirt out of your outfit. âIâm a big fan of yours! Wish I had my phone here to take a picture but- sorry.â you stoped talking, realizing she probably doesnât care.
âBig fan of me? Wow, howcome somebodyâs a fan of me?â she sounds surprised.
âWell, youâre on Criminal Minds.â you say as it was obvious.Â
She looked at you as if you were out of your mind. Not that you weren't thinking otherwise at the moment, anyways.Â
âIâm on what now?â she asked.
Maybe you got confused and she was the wrong person, but she looked so much like her to not be her. If they were not the same person, then definitely twins. This was so weird, once again, you found yourself asking âwhat the hellâ mentally.
âYouâre JJ, Jennifer Jareau, FBI Agent and all.â you say, trying one more time. âBehaviour Analysis Unit...â
âYea, thatâs me.â she let a nervous laugh comes out of her mouth. âHow do you know me?â
âThis is weirdâ you thought. How does she not understand where you know her from? Literally Criminal Minds, like you said at first. âMaybe this is all a dream.â
âI saw you on tvâ you try.
âOh, I see! You like law enforcement?â she asks you.
âOh yes, Iâm in law-school to be a judge someday.â you answered. âThe show, all of it just makes me wanna put all them bad guys in jail.â you say, laughing a bit.Â
âThe show...? What?â you hear her whisper, but decide to ignore it. âWhatâs the mask about?â JJ asks, making you look at her surprised.
âUm, covid-19?â you say like itâs obvious, because it is.
âOh, sure...â she smiles as she says it, almost like she's only agreeing because she won't discuss it. âGreat talking to you, really, but I gotta go, FBI duty calls.â she jokes.
You smile at her watching carefully as she picks up her phone from her pocket and pick up a call. That phone looked awfully old, like 2000âs old. Why would a famous actress have that kinda of phone? Then, you looked around trying to understand more about what was going on. It was all too out of place.
First, nobody wearing masks, not even a single person but you. Second, you were in a city in which is miles away from your own. Third, a famous actress acted like sheâs nobody. And fourth, the date on the calendar said 2008.
If it wasnât just impossible I would say I time travelled into Criminal Minds universe.
After standing there for literal 10 minutes trying to figure it out what you were going to do, you decide to go to the police department. After all, you may have been abducted, right? Because you didnât have any knowledge of the place, you took quite some time to get there. As soon as you got there you sigh in relief, that has been quite a walk and damn, you were tired of this situation.Â
âExcuse me, maâam, can you help me?â you ask to the lady standing behind the counter.
âSure, dear. What do you need?â she looks up at you, taking her glasses of her face.
âI think I might have been abducted?â you start. âI woke up in this random apartment.â
âMaybe you had a one-night stand.â she said putting back her glasses.
âNo! I am sure I didnât because first of all, thereâs a pandemic going on, second of all I was in Bellevue in Washington state when I went to sleep.â you yell, involuntarily, desperate to make her believe in you.Â
âMiss, Iâm gonna need you to calm down or you will be escorted out of the building. Youâre probably on drugs, there's nothing we can do for you.â
âFuck you.â you say as you watch her face get all red.
Frustrated. That could define what you were feeling, scared and worried could do the work, as well. What were you going to do now? Go to the FBI to see if they could freaking understand why you simply appeared in Quantico? Didn't sound like a bad idea in your mind as you decided to just try it out. After all, you were already pretty screwed up, it would worth a shot.
You reached for your back pocket, hoping that the money you shoved in there more than a week ago would still be in there. Bingo! You pull out a 20 dollar bill out of it and the next thing you know youâre getting into a cab asking him to take you to the FBI. Now thatâs something you never thought would happen. The travel was quite quick, in 20 minutos you were standing in front of that big isolated building. It looked like it was taken straight out of your favorite show, that was insane.Â
The wind blew hard on you when you got out of the vehicle, making you shiver a little, that reminded you that you did not have any clothes nor money to buy more. God, you did not even have where to go. You didn't even get the chance to get into the building as a big man steps in front of you, blocking your way.Â
âMiss, you're not allowed in this building.â he said without much expression.Â
âBut, sir-â you started, as you saw he was about to interrupt you, you go on. âIve been abducted and I don't know where or how the hell did I get in here, Iâm completely hopeless... Please.â you beg him.
He started at you for a couple of seconds, that felt like centuries for you, just to sigh at you.
âOk, follow me.â he said. âDo not make me regret this.âÂ
âI-I wonât, sir.â you were quick to answer.Â
The agent asked another man to cover up for him as he led me into the building. Once again you found yourself admired of how much it did look like a Criminal Minds episode in there, if you weren't totally desperate you'd be amused. Soon, you two were out of the elevator on floor 8, leading with the words Behavior Analysis Unit quite big.Â
âCan you take her to Agent Jareau, please?â the man said to someone who passed by, who simply agreed.Â
Now, that's a funny coincidence, there's actually an Agent Jareau in the BAU.Â
You followed the woman with questioning trying to stay calm when you saw Matthew Gray Gubler sitting on a desk reading some book in Reid style, almost like he was Spencer himself. If you had any doubts you were going crazy, that was the final proof. You stoped walking, taking a stare at him and then at the Agent that stared a you like you were an alien.
âIs there something wrong?â she asks you. âMiss, are you ok?â
You were unable to answer for a few seconds when you finally opened you mouth, still trying to figure it out how to say what was on your mind without sounding completely insane.
âIs that Dr. Spencer Reid?âÂ
And that was all youâre able to say because as soon as you let his name out of your mouth he looked up at you, trying to somehow recognize you. You were sure, that time, that you never looked - and sounded - as insane as right now.Â
âYes, that's me.â he answers.Â
His voice was the last thing you could hear before everything go black. Maybe you were finally going to wake up. Maybe.Â
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