#i mean i accidentally spoiled myself a little but still shhh

[crazyspookies]

I find it interesting how many people think Molly and Lucien are completley independent entities. Molly was a fragment of Lucien’s soul, meaning that Molly’s good and bad atributes were part of who Lucien was as a person once. Of course that would look a different separated from Lucien, because Molly is missing all the rest of Lucien’s personality, memories, experiences, and baggage (and i find it really funny that not only does that go both way, with Lucien missing Molly’s, but that both of them have a “i don’t really care about their memories that person’s dead to me” attitude lol. If anything that is another clue about Molly being part of Lucien’s whole now).

My first question was to think: If Molly is a fragment of Lucien, did he get destryed when he died or did that piece of him come back to become a whole with Lucien? You’d probably be really different if someone grabbed one part of your personality and isolated it from the rest. If someone met that person, and that piece became part of you again, they’d find you a bit of a stranger that reminds them of their friend.

Everything we’ve been seeing since we met Lucien suggests that Molly is part of Lucien now, it’s just that Lucien doesn’t remember anything that Molly experienced. And i think those experiences are actually really important! Molly represented some of the best parts of Lucien, but those qualities alone don’t do much if they are not nurtured. Molly was out there trying to do nice things for others, and he considered that important to do! And he didn’t need super scary powers to do so! Molly had friends, people who actually cared about him not just big plans with a nightmare city, a probably shitty childhood from what we’ve glanced, and business associates. I think something might shift in him if he remembered who he was as Molly.

Would Lucien give up on his plans, try to go back on what he’s done if he did remembered those things?...Maybe not. It’s genuinely hard to say. I think maybe it’s all too advanced now, or maybe just a few experiences are not enough to contrarest everything else that’s shitty about him. But still i’d like to think there’s a chance, and i think Matt is the kind of person who would like to give the M9 a chance to change his mind if they really try.

[rwbyremnants]

TRIGGER WARNING: Racism and abuse.

NOTE: Merry Christma... well, Boxing Day! Sorry this chapter isn't exactly the most festive it could have been. Hopefully you enjoy it anyway!

=Chapter 9

That early evening, Weiss felt content in her knowledge that she and Yang were on good terms, and that they had already logged some study time to help Yang improve her grades. Things were going well. Now, she only had to solve one other new problem that had presented itself.

“Search me,” Pyrrha sighed as she gently stirred her milkshake with the straw, gazing into the far corner of the malt shop. Weiss had elected to have only a cherry phosphate, not wanting to spoil her dinner since she was eating at home tonight. “I’m an only child.”

“I might as well be,” Weiss admitted. “Whitley is a pill, and a boy anyway, and Winter’s been gone away to college for a couple of years now. Father won’t even tell me if she calls or writes since he’s so disappointed in her career choice.”

“But the WAC is a noble field! I’ve actually been thinking of enlisting myself, if I don’t train for the Olympics…”

Lowering her voice, Weiss whispered, “I think he expects it to turn her into a lesbian. Since the army is ‘men’s work’ to him. Which is pretty ironic, isn’t it? Worried about the wrong daughter.” Then in a more normal tone, she added, “Plus, he wanted her to take over the company reins. I’m not as well-suited, even though I want to - and Whitley is completely useless, the selfish little toad. But it’s too late; she’s even more stubborn than me, and won’t change her mind for anything.”

Pyrrha nodded to herself as Danny And The Juniors came on the jukebox. A few of the kids in the far corner got up and started to dance, even though it always made the elderly man behind the counter roll his eyes. Privately, Weiss thought that if he hated modern music so much, he shouldn’t provide it for the clientele.

“Well… are you sure you want to take over the business?”

“Huh?”

“It’s not set in stone. If you want to do something else with your life, I think you should. We only go around once, don’t we?”

“Thanks,” Weiss snorted as she patted Pyrrha’s hand. “You’re a peach, Pyrrha. But no… I do think I’d like to take over Schnee Communications. Really do something big with it.” She noticed her other hand was tapping the stem of her soda glass, and she smiled. “Did you want to dance?”

“Hm? Dance? Me? To what?”

“To ‘At The Hop’, you dunce,” she giggled.

“With you?” An instant later, she blanched and followed up, “N-not that there’s anything wrong with that! I just m-meant… well, we’re in public, a-and I’m not like you are, a-and-”

“No one cares if two girls dance together, Pyrrha. As long as we don’t start necking in the middle of the malt shop, it’s fine! Besides… maybe we’ll get asked to dance by boys.”

Still flushed, Pyrrha glanced over shoulder at the crowd. “You really think so?”

“I do. And who knows? Might get your mind off a certain Jaune Arc.”

“Shhh!” she hissed, but even while Weiss was giggling she slid out of the booth and grabbed her by the hand, dragging her just far enough from their booth to dance.

Neither of them were very good at it, but at least enough to keep time with the music and avoid knocking anything - or anyone - to the floor. Weiss had to admit she was impressed with Pyrrha’s jitterbugging, and even herself for not falling on her behind even once. She did see out of the corner of her eye that a few of the boys were watching them with slight astonishment, but she made up her mind not to care; if she projected confidence, showed that she didn’t care in the slightest, they would eventually go back to their own dance partners. And she was right; a couple of other girls did the same, and even two boys, laughing at the absurdity. Maybe they would start a trend!

When “All Shook Up” came on next, she couldn’t seem to help herself; she really thought Elvis was the most. Pyrrha took a step back and let Weiss put on a show by herself, mostly just swaying and snapping her fingers. Neither of them minded much, and she got a few cheers when the song ended. Vaguely embarrassed, she curtsied and moved to sit down.

Then someone put in another dime and cued up “Lollipop”. Pyrrha kept dancing, but Weiss decided that it was time to put on a show of a different kind.

“Call my baby lollipop, tell you why,” she belted out in time with the Chordettes, earning her wolf-whistles and thunderous applause from all but the elderly soda jerk. “His kiss is sweeter than an apple pie! And when he does his shaky rockin' dance, man, I haven't got a chance!”

Everyone started singing along with the chorus, and Pyrrha laughed and clapped louder, clearly enjoying herself. Weiss was, too. For some reason, she had always thought it too unseemly to dance in public anytime other than an actual school sock hop. Singing was another matter, but her father expected her to keep her performances to operetta and hymns. As much as she liked popular music, it was discouraged and seen as “pedestrian”, so she had never owned any records of her own.

Finally worn out, the two of them finished off their drinks and then made their way home. If they settled in quickly, they could study for an hour or so before suppertime.

However, as it turned out, life had other plans.

“Weiss!” her father called out as they passed through the living room. “May I speak with you a moment?”

“Yes, Father?”

He glanced pointedly at Pyrrha. “Alone?”

“Sorry,” she whispered to her friend. “I’ll be up in a minute?” Pyrrha nodded, waving at Mr. Schnee as she headed upstairs. He did not deign to acknowledge her.

“Good. Sit.” He motioned to the couch before reclaiming his armchair. Weiss obeyed, sitting primly on the edge of the cushion. “I was hoping you would be able to shed some light on certain information that has come into my possession.”

“Sorry, what information is that?”

“Apparently, you have been consorting with known delinquents.”

As she stared at her father, the bottom dropped out of Weiss's stomach. Someone had seen her with Yang. Who?! They hadn't been very discreet so it shouldn't have come as much of a surprise that they had been caught - and yet it did. She was completely gobsmacked. Still, there was no reason to cop to everything right away; maybe he didn't know very much, and she certainly didn't want to accidentally volunteer information that wasn't necessary to volunteer.

“What?”

“Don't play coy with me,” he went on with a slight sneer that lifted the corner of his mustache. “Whitley saw you sneaking out of the house in the dead of night. What could you have been thinking?”

It was worse than she thought. Of course her father would believe Whitley, that little toad. “W-well, I only went to retrieve a school book I loaned out.”

“To that Chinese girl, hmm?”

“Yes. I'm helping her with math and-”

“You expect me to believe that the only reason you climbed down the side of our home was to retrieve a book? Just what sort of fool do you take me for?”

“The best sort! Wait- I mean, no fool at all, Sir!”

Shaking his head, he crossed his legs and leaned heavily against one elbow. “All the money spent on tutoring, already wasted when you insisted on going to a public school instead of a private academy. Your mother made the inane decision that if it was what you wanted, it was worth the sacrifice. And now look where we are! You’re running around Vale with some kind of… opium fiends on motorbikes!”

“Opium…” Weiss rolled her eyes when she made the connection. “Just because she’s half-Chinese doesn’t mean she’s ever even seen opium, Father. And as far as I know, she hasn’t!”

“Oh, really? You have enough experience with the fruit of the poppy that you can tell the difference?”

It was very difficult for her not to get upset with him. “I’ve literally never spent a moment thinking about her being Chinese. She’s being raised by her mother, who’s from America.”

“Hmph. The fact remains, she is not the sort of friend you ought to be keeping company with. I forbid you to see her anymore.”

“You what?” Blinking up at him, she waited for him to elaborate, or to rescind his edict. He did not. So she burst out, “You can’t do that!”

“I just have.”

“But she’s-” It took quite a lot of effort to suppress some kind of ill-conceived confession of love. “Father, she needs my help in school, a-and we’re good friends! And you won’t tell me I’m not to see her!”

His eyes flashed dangerously. “Watch your tongue, young lady. This is my house, and what I say goes.”

“NO!”

“Excuse me?”

“Not this time!” she snapped, leaping to her feet. She knew this wasn’t a spectacular idea, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself; it was as if the anger pulsing behind her temples was taking over her body, separating her from being able to command it any longer. “All I ever do is what you tell me to! I’m a good student, I practice my singing every day, a-and I’ve even been keeping up with tennis! With Yang! So why… I mean, how can you forbid me to see someone you don’t even know? That isn’t fair!”

She could have predicted he would say “Life isn’t fair” before he even formed the words, and was only further angered to hear him say them after all.

“So what?! That doesn’t mean you have to be unfair along with it!”

Jacques Schnee shot to his feet and snatched up her bicep, jerking her forcibly toward him with an iron grip. His cold eyes stabbed down into her own and her heart stopped beating to see his barely-concealed rage.

“You will stop speaking to me in this manner, and you still stop associating with the Chinese girl. My decision is final. If you continue to disobey me, there will be further consequences. Do I make myself clear?”

“No.”

“Try that again,” he growled, shaking her arm.

She didn’t know why she said it. Her father had already proven he had no interest in what she had to say at all. Perhaps it was the fact that Yang had become a lot more important to her than she ever thought possible, and that connection was too precious to be severed for no reason other than Yang’s race and the fact that she wore a leather jacket. Something within her was glowing white-hot and could not be cooled down until it burned something else.

“Or what? You’re going to hit me? Again? Like you hit mother when you think we’re not looking? Like she hits Whitley when he smarts off? Is that just what this family does? It’s pathetic! You are pathetic!”

His eyes flicked to her scar, and Weiss felt the dark thrill of a very unsatisfying triumph. A rough shove sent her falling against the couch, grasping at the arm to keep from winding up in the floor.

“I knew it was a mistake to entrust my company’s future to a woman. You never see the bigger picture. Whitley may be a low-grade moron, but at least he understands loyalty. All you care about is your sock hops and giggling with the girls - now including some foreign wok-woman. Squandering your potential. There’s too much of your mother in you.”

“I don’t care,” she lied as the tears began. How desperately she wished they wouldn’t.

“You will. When I’m disciplining you until you straighten up and act in a way befitting the Schnee name, you’ll care.” Smoothing the front of his suit, which had barely been disturbed at all by shoving his daughter, he grunted, “Get up and stop that blubbering.”

Weiss obeyed. Back straight, she stared him down, even as her cheeks glistened.

“Better. Now, you will sever all contact with the ruffian girl, and you will focus on your studies. Is that clear?”

“It’s clear.”

“Do you promise to obey me?”

Teeth clenched, she hissed, “Never.” His hand came down hard across her face. “AH!”

“Do you promise to obey me?!”

Furious in a way she didn’t know she could be, Weiss turned and screamed, “NEVER! I’ll never obey! You can slap me, you can kick me, y-you can chop me into pieces and feed me to the birds! I don’t care! I’m never going to let you tell me who I can and can’t be friends with, EVER!”

For a long moment, he regarded her and the angry red throbbing on her cheek. His face was completely impassive, even though he was breathing hard. Then he turned to stare into the unlit fireplace.

“That’s ‘with whom I can and can’t be friends’. Clearly, she’s already having a detrimental effect on your grammar.” The sigh was weary, as if this were nothing more than a tedious board meeting. “Very well. I’ll take care of the matter myself. And don’t think there won’t be further consequences.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” she demanded.

“You’ll see.” Turning back, he glared down at her. “You are dismissed. Go and study. Do something useful for a change.”

After a few seconds of huffing and puffing, Weiss managed to growl out “I hate you!” before she fled from the room and stomped upstairs.

She had fully intended on going to her room. Pyrrha was probably worried about the screaming, if she hadn’t somehow missed all the noise. Halfway there, she changed direction and burst into the drawing room, fists vibrating at her sides.

“MOTHER!”

Willow Schnee was draped over the piano bench, an empty bottle of red wine dangling in her loose grip. This was sadly a standard state of being for the woman; it had been for many years. Weiss had some hazy memories of a glamourous woman who didn’t fall to pieces so often, who could resist the pull of strong spirits. Hazy, distant, and with no impact on the present day.

“Wha…?”

Sinking to her knees beside her, Weiss sniffled and whispered, “He hit me again! H-he promised he wouldn’t, and he did, a-and I… Mommy, I need you to come back! Come back to us!”

The skin between the woman’s perfect eyebrows crinkled as she tried to think her way through the fog of alcohol. “Hm?”

“He slapped me! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

“Oh… no, no he didn’t. He said no more… only me.” She groaned and pushed a hand into her face. “Winter, stop the train, Mommy needs to lie down…”

Of course it was useless. Sighing, she took the bottle and set it aside, then managed to heave her mother to her feet and guide her to the chaise lounge under the window. The setting sun was just starting to pinken the sky, and she thought the view might help.

“Please don’t go,” Mrs. Schnee murmured. “I… want to… you were always so sweet, Weiss…”

“At least you got my name right that time,” she muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Leaning down, she pressed her lips into her mother’s pale forehead. She and Winter looked the most alike, and she definitely had their mother’s gentle eyes. But Weiss had her nominal stature and her angelic singing voice, which were nothing to sneeze at. “Mother?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

“Mmm…” Her hand came up to rest on the side of Weiss’s neck. “Love you, too, sweetheart. You’re my little…”

Before she could even finish her sentence, her arm flopped to one side and she began to doze. “Snow Angel,” she finished for her. That was most likely what she had been about to say. Weiss decided to leave her there and simply sneak back out of the room. Compared to that mess, her life was entirely tolerable.

When she regained the safety of her own room, she found Pyrrha twisting the hem of her long poodle skirt in her hands. She looked panicked. Seeing her friend in the doorway, she stood, eyes full of fear as she whispered, “What happened?”

“Nothing.” Edging the door closed, she approached her desk in the corner and rested a hand on her books. “Let’s just… do our homework.”

“Your face…”

“What about it? Am I really that hideous?”

Pyrrha put her hands on her friend’s shoulders and held her fast. “Don’t do that. He… he shouldn’t be allowed to…”

Suddenly, Weiss needed to be alone. She wouldn’t tell Pyrrha to leave, but that didn’t prevent the desire from rising up powerfully within her. The desire to disappear. The desire to be anyone but a Schnee. “Nothing happened. Do you understand?”

“I don’t,” she whispered in a tight voice. “I can’t pretend this away, Weiss.”

“Then try. Try really, really hard.”

Then arms were around her, holding her as close as was possible. Even though she hated herself for it, would have given the entirety of her trust fund away to stem the flow, the tears started pouring forth in earnest. And they didn’t stop for some time.

[televinita]

Zoo, 3.03 (super late)

Once upon a time I posted one short Feeling Explosion in the middle of this episode, then forced myself to stop and deal with a work-nado, and before I could claw my way back I heard "Welcome to the O.C., bitch," and that's the last thing I remember before waking up from my coma 6 weeks later. That's my story and I’m sticking to it. Claims that I may have woken up briefly to comment on bits of episodes 4 and 8 are unsubstantiated because officially, until last night I had not yet finished episode 3. (and that is the actual truth. I technically got to the end and a bit beyond, but only because I tore both apart for Mitch/Jamie content just like I feared I would and left the rest to spoil. Guilt may have played a part in my inability to come out of the coma.)

As I am Very Stubborn about not watching the next episode of anything until I have thoroughly spun the last one around in my head, dissected my feelings about it and processed them into text product, and I struggled with what to say, I got stuck in Zoo purgatory. But after an hour of freewriting, I think I have enough babble to feel content. This is mostly for me, but perhaps you’ll enjoy following my journey.

Originally Planned Opening Statement: Hey, remember when this show was was about weird mutant animals and not bizarre government conspiracies to abduct and experiment on children? Because I do. This is not the show I signed up for and it makes my soul feel gross.

(more evidence for the “why I had trouble moving forward” file, I think) Television Parents Council So we're three episodes in and I am really feeling like dramatic anguish is not Alyssa Diaz's strong suit in the acting department. It all feels kind of strained and forced? But hang on, I gotta go be way more outraged about her character's choices, as seen in this live reaction note: "WHAT IN THE FRICKITING FRACK DARIELA WTF. Is this* why you got divorced last time, 'cause I'm gonna have to assume it is seeing's as we literally never got any other reasoning for that random-ass info drop last year and I keep waiting for an explanation." *cheating on her husband

(and oh man, for the first time I am so glad it's these two who got the kid and not Mitch and Jamie, because can you imagine if I had to hear Jamie had cheated on Mitch with Logan and wrecked their relationship that bad? I would perform brain surgery on everyone with a power drill.) (nobody talk at me about the almost as distasteful thing that happened with them)

To be fair to Dariela, she and Abe mostly bonded over having a kid right after they met; I can't really say it feels like she betrayed an epic soulmate bond. I can muster up some sympathy for her feeling lonely and abandoned.)

Except that's not even her last horrible reveal of the episode*. What are you trying to do, run this character I miraculously chose to accept into the ground??

*possibly selling out Clementine to rescue her own kid from a sketchy situation. I will make a lot of allowances for putting yourself and your family's comfort and safety over the needs of strangers, but this does not fall under that header.

But, um, other than that, Papa Lion Abe is intense and amazing and I thought the whole desperate chase-after-the-military-convoy aspect was really well done.

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Television Parents Council Pt. II Live Reaction Note: "Mitch is a testy bitch in this episode and I love him." (I remember this being debated, but part of the reason I love his Testy Bitch self is what you see at the end of the episode. If he doesn't wrap himself in defensive anger, cling to it like a buoy, the pain of confronting everything he lost and missed will win.) I really love Mitch's two seconds of happiness when he thinks Jamie raised Clem in her fancy penthouse and they ended up thick as thieves. I am less fond of the reality that Max took her away when she turned 14, so the only solace I can take away, before I spiral into that "who TF invited Logan to this party" post we started with is "SWEET HALLELUJAH AT LEAST JAMIE GOT OVER THREE YEARS TO BOND WITH HER." Also, Jamie is so the adult who gives the kids beer to supervise them. I still think it's hilarious that Mitch assumed any adult gave her a beer at 14, because don't most teenagers just have friends who come up with it? I mean, I couldn't even find alcohol on my college campus so I am not the authority on this by any means, but that is the impression I get from books. My point being, I like to think that even in the happy world where 2x12 is the series finale and they had a life together after, this would still have happened and he and Jamie would have had more than one clash regarding her blurring the line between parental authority and friend, and it would have sounded exactly like this, so...thanks Zoo, for accidentally fulfilling my Domestic AU interests in the weirdest possible way! Awww @ Mitch's impatient little "hey" when Clem casts doubt on Jamie's ability to perform brain surgery with a power drill, and then uses that particular tone of voice to tell her it's going to be fine. Awww @ Clem sticking up for Jamie's parenting skills. You know what, just assume that I loved any and everything else that happened when these three were on screen. And I maintain that Jamie, while willing to stop him if he gets too far out of line, also remembers very well what it's like to wake up with missing time where everything's changed and gone wrong, and that means he gets the time and space he needs, within reason, to lash out and come to terms with it while she waits for the worst of the storm to pass. She does point out when Clem's upset, and she checks him with "she turned out okay," but never once do I get the sense that she takes any criticism he lobs at her personally.

(I might have said this before. I tagged wrong and can’t find it.)

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JKras and Emily Blunt's Alt Reality Doppelgangers (shhh just go with it)

Guess what I started shipping exactly two seconds before we went with the "slapping men across the face isn't domestic violence" trope on top of the "this one piece of information that is not about how you assaulted or killed someone in cold blood invalidates absolutely everything I love about you" trope. It's a two-fer of ship torpedoing. (How do you say no to that face! Look how tragic and sad it is on top of its normal rugged handsomeness and love for helping people! Also, guess who is probably gonna quit shippin' it and throw the lady right back out the door if/when she returns and eliminates Jackson's need to talk to the people I care about. That's just how I unfairly do. The Chloe-shaped hole in my heart won't heal, it's weird.) --------------- I LOVE YOU, MAN

And then this episode ends with Jackson's face lighting up at the sight of Alive!Mitch and glomping on him in a bear hug, and everything is right with the world now that my two faves are together again. ---------------

Yet More Thoughts

-Live reaction note: “I am glad to see that Mitch has shaved the beard and subsequently restored his powers of snark to full glory. They must have been suffocating under that thing.” -I loved Clem's montage of practicing how to tell her dad she's pregnant. These are useful sound bites for alternate takes.

-”Everything went wrong. The world went wrong.” This is somehow the most poetic thing I have ever heard on Zoo? Between the writing and her specific cadence, it sounds like something you'd hear in an award-winning speech, dressed up in voiceovers for trailers; IDK, I just really love it.

-Who even are you Abigail; your name and your hair make me want to get to know you but everything else (including my fandom girl-bros reacting to you with all the love they had for Logan last year and essentially forming a rousing chorus of "Don't need another You Part 2"), very much makes me want to not. -LOOK AT THESE GIANT UGLY WORM TUNNELING DINO-VULTURES, I LOVE THEM. -Mitch's JAMIE WHAT THE FUCK reaction to her stabbing her prisoner through the hand was pretty amazing. -In case you were wondering how appropriate for polite company my reaction to Jackson hotly threatening "I am gonna find you, and I am gonna stop you" is, the answer is "not very." -Quick question: how did Mitch's sacrifice save the world, exactly? I'm fuzzy on this. I wasn't tracking plot very well after Mitch "died" last year, but I thought it was a very personal sacrifice meant to save Clem alone.

-Well. That ending sounds like a fun little sophie's choice of "death vs. memory loss." Looking forward to seeing what episode 12 or 13 does with that. (If you kill him again, all the protection of "reality" in the world won't save you from the worm dino vulture pack I will summon to come after you.)

[chronicfangirling]

600+ Followers Event!!

Thank you sweeties! I was supposed to post an event for 500 followers, but that came and went with me being too busy. I’ve only ever talked to a handful of you but… there must be a reason why you’re following me, right? 😅 I’m too much of an awkward penguin to randomly hit up people, however if any of you ever want to request something or just talk, I’m here. 

Thank you again, and I hope you’ll enjoy your time on this blog. 😘

- 🌸 Kohana

For the event: For a drabble/scenario, send me 1 to 3 prompts and a BTS/VIXX member.They’ll be romance scenarios by default, but please specify if you want a bff request!

Update: ALL REQUESTS CLOSED!

Please note: Single prompt requests (or a set of prompts that fit together) will most likely get written faster, and you can specify your preferred genre, but I may or may not do that genre depending on inspiration.

(There are 150 dialogue prompts under the cut.)

“Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.”

“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”

“I’m personally offended that you didn’t ask me to be your fake date.” A proposal isn’t the same as an apology!” (Too many requests for the original prompt.)

“I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.”

“I don’t know where the fuck you learned to whisper, but fucking hell…”

“That’s the most sexual handshake I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m holding your hand because the movie is scary, all right? It’s a… terrifying… rom-com.”

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“It’s not the worst thing I’ve done to get someone to notice me.”

“I might just have to start calling you my stalker then.”

“This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“You two are made for each other. Why isn’t it working?”

“This is exactly what it looks like.”

“I’m mad, I’m pissed, but most of all I want a kiss.” “Why are you pissed?” “Because you won’t give me a fucking kiss!”

“Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?”

“You like me more than you like him/her, right? Right?”

“I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“I think the condom broke.”

“You don’t have to be so gentle.”

“I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it weren’t for the fact that I find you repulsive.”

“*M/N’s whore house, how may I help you?” (Member’s name) "I am always looking for meaningful one night stands."  (Too many requests for the original prompt.)

“Don’t let my dramatic entrance fool you–I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Can you stop smiling when people hurt you? It makes you look like a crazy maniac.”

“I suppose I tricked you into thinking you liked me.”

“Here’s a fun idea–let’s make everyone believe we’re a couple!”

“Sometimes I just can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

“I know they didn’t need my help, but honestly, I personally think they totally do.

"That’s… really not something you ask on a first date.”

“I think you’re beautiful.” “You say that like it’s a revelation.”

“I don’t understand how you haven’t left me yet.”

“I hate you almost as much as I hate myself.”

“Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”

“The problem is sexual tension. There’s too much of it.”

“You’re such a nerd.”

“You know I dream of you.”

"Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”  "You guys did it didn’t you?!"  (Too many requests for the original prompt.)

“I don’t keep you around for your brains now do I?”

“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

“Do you still like him/her?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time you broke a promise.”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“Before you get mad, you must know that at the very least, the glitter wasn’t my idea.”

“There has been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.”

“How do we tell them about us?”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”

“I want to go on a date! I demand it!”

“I’m a genius. You’re a peasant. Everything makes sense again.”

“I love you, you know that right?” “Yes, but why?”

“Why does everyone think we’re dating?”

“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

“Not my poor baby!”

“I want you to fuck me harder, I need it.”

“Deny it all you want. I know it’s me you think about when you’re horny.”

"I’d hold onto something if I were you.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m curious. About the things you were doing. With him/her. Without me.”

“If you want my honest opinion, I think this whole thing is gonna crash and burn.”

“Your struggle for independence is over.”

“If we both stick to the story, they can’t prove anything.”

“Your girl/boyfriend is calling.”

“That’s hurtful to my feelings, and therefore I judge it as immoral.”

“You have a moral obligation to break up with him/her.”

“What do you mean ‘I already know’?”

“It’s not a double date, we’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

“That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?”

“Ah, ah–not till I give you permission.”

"No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

“Why don’t they just kiss already?”

“Make me.”

“You win.”

“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

“If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?”

“I can’t stop blushing–and you’re not helping at all!”

“Scoot over. I want to be under the blanket too.”

“It has been a long day… let’s take a bath together.”

“Shhh… if we are quiet, then nobody has to know…”

"I bet I can make you cum before they return.”

“Leave me to die… No! Wait! I was just being dramatic, please actually help me.”

“I’ve never felt this way before…and it scares the shit out of me.”

“To be fair, I’ve confessed quite a few times already, but it always went over your head.”

“Is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I look great–wait, I said that wrong.”

“Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.”

“Have you ever seen a man so beautiful you cried?”

“Just a game? Just a game?! Fuck you, I’ll do whatever it takes to win!”

“It’s so cute that you think you can stop me.” “R-Really?”

“Is that alright, princess?”

“Fancy seeing you here, acting like you weren’t expecting me at all.”

“Those aren’t my children.”

“Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”

“What does s/he have that I don’t?”

“Don’t fucking tempt me.”

“Room for one more?”

“I need it. Give it to me.”

“Can you stop being so freaking cute so I can concentrate?”

“God, that sounded better when I was fantasizing about it.”

“Why the fuck did you bring your kid? I’m not babysitting!”

“I blame you for giving me unrealistic standards for men.”

“I became the winner when you called me cute.”

“I don’t like that look. You’re planning something.”

“How about instead of teasing me about pining, you go talk to your own crush.”

“I only came here because I heard something would be set on fire and I wanted to watch.”

“I couldn’t let that be the last memory you had of me.”

“I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.”

“Oh my God. You’re in love with her/him.”

“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

“Shh, go away! You’ll give away my hiding place!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility.”

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

“Of all my bad ideas, I think I’m proud of this one the most.”

“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”

“I can’t believe they ship you with him/her!”

“Do you believe in love with first sight?”

“I lost our child.”

“S/he’s just not that into you.”

“I thought you were together.”

“I don’t care that it’s 2:00 am, we need pie.”

“Your whole body is a medical emergency!”

“Fuck I feel like I got hit by a car… Wait I did? And it was your car?”

“You’re not a real adult until you’ve cried in the bathroom at work.”

“So your mother is pregnant and it might be my fault.”

“Is this when we learn about your tragic backstory?”

“Delete that. Now.”

“I know you’re afraid but we can’t hide in this closet forever.”

“Just pretend to be my date.”

“Did you know the fans ship us?”

“Why is your heart beating so fast?”

"You deserve to be spoiled.”

“What do you say we take this game to a higher level?”

“Your child wants you.”

“Let me put this as delicately as possible–we’re doomed.”

“Let’s find out just how deep your betrayal runs, shall we?”

“I hope you know that my name is actually ________.”

“I fell in love with you despite the fact that you promised you’d never love me.”

“You were flirting? I thought you were just being friendly.”

“Give me a few days to overthink about it.

"This tastes like a bachelor party gone wrong.”

“I reject the notion that I could ever be too old for Pokemon.”

“I need one of those hugs that turns into sex.”

“You can stay but your clothes must go.”

“You mean we aren’t dating?”

“You know, it would make things a lot easier if you and I didn’t work so well together.”

“You know we’re supposed to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.”

“Any time you say ‘asking for a friend,’ I know that’s fake because you got no friends.”

“I’m too pretty for anyone to hate me.”

“That’s my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.” “Well, kiss me so they see.”

“I can’t help it. I’ve got to hold on to the hope that I’ll find someone meant for me.”

“You’re a little shit but you’re my little shit.”

"I have something to say. Three words, eight letters. I…got food.”

“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“The best mischief is done at a party- everyone’s too busy to notice who did what.”

[ask-dancer-jimin-blog]

Promise (yoonseok)

HAHAHAHAHA I CAME UP WITH THIS IDEA OUT OF NOWHERE AND DEPRESSED MYSELF HAHAHAHA ;u; Bare with me it isn’t the best one-shot since I rushed it and I typed it all out of my phone! But here it is! YOONSEOK FLUFF AND ANGST IN ONE

Name: Promise Rated: T for kissing and minor cursing Pairing: Yoonseok (Yoongi x Hoseok) Summary: He had disappeared on him out of nowhere after a promise that they would find each other no matter what. A promise to make each other happy before one lf them was to leave. A promise Yoongi thought would never be complete until one day Hoseok comes back to him, but nothing is ever as perfect as it seems

note: I didn’t edit for typos sorry ;u; my bad

hurried footsteps echoed in an empty alley way accompanied by ragged breathes and laughter. Behind the trashcans that were blocking the view of what was behind two male around 17 wriggled their way behind revealing a ratty mattress, a small fire and a couple of useless items lying around. The chuckles were barely audible as the two boys tried to regain their breathe and slumped themselves on the mattress, limbs accidentally tangling. Of course, they didn’t mind given that they huddle closer together hands holding and fingers lacing.

“H-Hyung, were gonna…end up getting…beat up really bad one day”, one of them giggled. Soft orange locks slightly parted on his face, honey brown eyes, and a heart shaped smile. Even as he’d said those words, he was smiling widely, even when some blood dripped from his forehead, a small cut at his bottom lip The other male in front of him snickered a bit before gently passing his thumb gently over the small cut on the others lip.

“You say that, but you don’t sound very concerned, Hoseok”, the boy, this one having black locks and dark brown eyes, motioned. The other blushed furiously at the small innocent action, pouting a bit.

“Y-Yongi hyung, d-don’t baby me”, Hoseok muttered, but deep down he like when Yoongi cared for his like this. Small delicate touches, treating him like he was delicate and precious. He didn’t have time to say anything further when soft lips pressed against his own. Hoseok didn’t even flinch bringing both his hands after unlacing their fingers to Yoongi’s cheeks to sigh softly into the kiss. Yoongi, his precious and caring boyfriend. “What’s this about?”

“Spoiling my baby s'all” he chuckled especially when Hoseok hit him playfully on the arm and brought their lips together for a simple chaste kiss.

“Babe, you’re the one that’s really hurt. We barely made it out from stealing those goods from the store. Was it really worth it? We have like stuff at our houses, you just like to cause trouble”, Hoseok sighed sitting up to examine the elder’s injuries. He slightly lifted his shirt, groaning when he noticed the dark purple bruise ln his boyfriend’s pale skin. Yoongi snatched his shirt back down, pulling the other against his chest.

“Yah, hyung, let me treat you”, the younger protested, but not really putting up much of a fight.

“It’s fine, Hobi. We both like trouble that’s why were so good together. You aren’t so innocent, baby”, he muttered. Hoseok just laughed since he really couldn’t deny that was a fact, but soon the laughter died and Yoongi was taken aback by the sniffles and the shaking male in his arms.

“Hobi…Babe, why are you crying?” the black haired male questioned as he sat up bring the male along with him. Hoseok only smiled even as tears dripped down his face.

“It’s nothing, hyung. I’m just…I want to be with you forever”, he whispered and Yoongi felt hos heart clench at the genuine love and affection behinds those words. He tightened his grip on the male nuzzling his nose into the younger’s hair.

“and we will be”, he promised.

“Yoongi hyung, promise me that if we ever part, we’ll always find each other. That when we’re sad or suffering, we’ll do everything to make sure the other is happy before we leave each other. Promise you’ll try and fufill your dream to become a producer! You’re so good, hyung, he muttered into the male’s neck.

The request had been strange to say the least. His dream was childish and not many actually made it. But the way Hoseok was clutching onto his shirt waiting for a positive response, he couldn’t being himself to not accept the conditions. He could never say no to Hoseok.

"I promise, Hobi. I love you”, he muttered letting his hand wander into the younger’s hair.

“I love you too, hyung”.

~~xXXx~~

Yoongi awoke with a start, breaking into a cold sweat, his heart thumping wildly. He would have been annoyed at having woken up that early, but the dream it was just like he remembered it. It had been at least 7 years since he had that dream. That dream had haunted him almost every night for three years since that faithful night Hoseok had just disappeared from his life. Leaving nothing behind fro Yoongi but a broken heart and so many questions.

Yoongi spent five years searching, asking around for any clues for any traces of where he could be, but lost hope soon after. He was gone and Yoongi resigned himself to the fact that he wasn’t coming back. He was now 27, 10 years since that night, living in a crappy apartment with a crappy job as a cashier at Walmart. He released a shaky breathe, passing a hand at his hair. Why now? It had been 7 years since the last time he had this dream. Why now of all times dod it have to come back and remind him of what he’d lost.

He looked at the clock on his bed side and sighed. At lear he didn’t need the alarm since he was a minute early to wake up time. He shut off the alarm before it dare to noisily ring and dragged himself from under the covers. It was 6 in the morning. Too early, but when you’re a lowly employee with minimum wage, you it was never supposed to feel early if you were getting money to get by.

He slid his work shirt on lazily, pulling on the khaki pants he’d left on the floor the previous day he’s gotten off of work. He wasn’t in the mood or had energy enough to dig through his drawer for a clean pair. All he knew was today was probably going to be a shitty day given that it was already off with a bitter start. He’d finished getting ready after brushing his teeth, and went took the bus to work. And just like he’d expected everything was a shit storm at work.

People had decided that today was bring-your-most-annoying children to Walmart day and he had to go around the whole store rearranging toys that had fallen from where kids would pull them off. Had to pick up clothes that had been pulled off their hangers by annoying children and had to put back food items that kids had slipped into the cart that they’re mothers were probably to lazy to return back to their original shelf and simply chose to hide between crevices.

Not only that, but he had apparently yelled at a customer when he’d simply asked that she keep her rowdy kids in check. The woman had been offended, creating this whole story to incriminate Yoongi as she reported him to his manager. After a good scolding, his manager found it wise to send him hime early. So there he was trying not to explode at his manager as he angrily gathered his shitty cold dinner he was going to eat for lunch break and threw it in the trash as he stormed out of Walmart, having lost at least 3 hrs of work.

As soon as he’d gotten home, he’d decidedly that a good angry nap was his best option after such a shitty day, as he slumped on his bed, after throwing his tight pants off. He didnt know when he’d dozed off, but he knew he’d probably taken the meaning of nap to the next level since his clock showed 3pm. He barely registered that someone must have been knocking on his door for a few minutes until he heard a quick hello’s mumbled into the crevice of the door.

He was still upset from work, but pulled himself up, dragging himself to the door, grumbling the whole way. He swung the door open not really wanting his greeting to sound so venemous or make it obvious that he desired no visitors, but failing as he hissed out a “what?”

“H-Hi hyung…Uh…long time not see?” he heard a voice mutter quietly and was that embarrasmment? Yoongi felt himself suddenly freeze. That voice was familiar, too familiar. He slowly went to look up, finding a handsome young man. Brown hair, tall, but Yoongi could never forget those eyes and that smile. Those honey brown eyes and heart shaped smile. He felt his throat go dry, his eyes stinging. This had to be another dream. He was probably still napoing and soon he’s wake and he would be alone.

“H-Hobi….Hoseok?” he barely managed to choke out as he eyed at the male before him incredulously. The male got over his embarrassment as a fond smile splayed on his lips. He nodded slowly his own tears welling in his eyes.

“Yes, hyung. I finally found you”, he muttered. Yoongi fonally released a sob before pulling the male in and slamming the door shut before pushing Hoseok against it before crashing their lips together. He was cold to the touch, but his lips were so familiar still the same as he remembered. And he was here and that’s all that mattered. Yoongi didn’t question him. Didnt think to pry answers because Hoseok had kept his promise to find him and here they were reunited again.

Hoseok clutched onto his Yoongi’s shirt the same way he had that nightt 10 years ago, and Yoongi felt so relieved. “H-Hyung I-”, he sobbed agains the elder’s lips.

“Shhh, baby, you don’t have to say anything right now”, the elder had whispered and Hoseok nodded bringing their bodies closer, the coldness of the other, comforting him. “Just…Don’t leave…Stay with me”, the elder pleaded.

“Of course”.

~~xXXx~~

“Hyung! I want to go to the zoo!” Hoseok announced one morning that Yoongi had gotten the day off. The black haired make gave the younger a strange glance.

“We’re a little old for that, don’t you think?” he questioned teasingly as Hoseok pouted and crossed his arms childishly. Yoongi felt a fond smile slip onto his lips. It had been three months since Hoseok had been staying with him and he was extremely happy like he’d never been before. And Hoseok was still adorably childish. Hoseok let a mischievous smirk slip onto his lips before he went to hug Yoongi around the waist. “You know. Didnt you once say you liked spoiling your baby. Baby doesn’t feel very spoiled”, he whined.

Yoongi chuckled, rolling his eyes at Hoseok’s antics knowing well he was going to give in. “Fine! We’ll go to the stupid zoo”, he sighed feigning irritation, Hoseok knew him well as he cheered loudly and urged Yoongi for them to get going. The only thing that Yoongi found different about Hoseok was that he’d be oddly quiet when they were in public,he was content with staring, eyes wide in wonder. Yoongi didn’t mind, but it was just something new.

“I’ll wait for you inside! I get in for free. Just buy your ticket, here”, Hoseok said as they approached the ticket booth. Yoongi didn’t have time to question the male before he was excitedly rushing past the gates of the zoo entrance. By the time the elder caught up to him, Hoseok was fawning over the seals, given that Yoongi could hear his laughter from miles away. It was an enjoyable day, Yoongi wasn’t an animal person, but seeing Hoseok squeak in fear at the elephants and snakes was a good reward especially when the younger clung to him as if his life depended on jt.

Hoseok would urge Yoongi to eat, but never really ate himself even when Yoongi asked if he wanted anything, the male would simply shake his head and smile. “Babe, you sure you’re not hungry?”

“Babe, I’m fine! I’m too excited to even think about eating”, he laughed before leaning down to peck at the elder’s lips. And so it became a routine. Everytime Yoongi would get a day off, they’d go off someplace to have a date or simply enjoy themselves. The places they’d go to would be them taking turns going places they’ve always wanted to go together. They were both so happy together, even playfully fighting and cuddling in bed after an exhausting day out. And when they felt lazy, they’d stay in watching movies and Hoseok would cook them dinner. They wouldnt have it any other way.

One night, as they lay together at midnight, huddle close with arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled in the familiar way they were accustomed. “Hobi, don’t you miss your family. Maybe we should invite your mother over sometime”, he whispered lovingly to his ear, kissing softly down his neck. He felt the male tense slightly before he took the elder’s chin in his hand to smile at him. Yoongi hadn’t notice how those eyes seemed always so loving every time they looked at him.

But of course Yoongi worried. All the time they’ve spent together, he’d never once seen him call anyone, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Hoseok with a phone. It was more than simply suspicious, it made the elder feel a foreboding feeling and he constantly felt nervous as some of the things his boyfriend did. Some odd behaviors and sometimes just how he refused to talk a lot when in public or around too many people, but once alone he’d be talking nonstop constantly. Now that he remembered, he had yet to get answers. Sure he’d told the younger that he had nothing to explain, but honestly now he was getting curious There was something mysterious about his sudden appearance.

“Don’t worry. I call her all the time, hyung. I usually check up on family while your in the restroom so we don’t waste any of our time together when we go out. She’ll visit one day. I promise. Now how about you head to bed. You have work at the amazing Walmart as the super cool manager extraordinaire”, he teased and Yoongi gave him a withering look suddenly forgetting all his worries, all his doubts fading to the back of his mind.

“You’re stupid”, he mumbled. Hoseok laughed as he nuzzled into the black haired male’s neck, kissing his nape softly.

A year had finally gone by and it happened to be the very day Hoseok had first left him and then strangely noticed it was the day he reappeared at his doorstep. Yoongi had just gotten off of work, excited for yet another movie night with his boyfriend although he always pretended to hate only so they younger would pull him between his legs on the couch and cuddle with him as an ‘apology’. Hoseok however knew the elder just wanted to cuddle.

The black haired male climbed the steps towards his apartment, grimly looking at the sky. It was getting a dark gray and the elder hated the fact that he could already here the soft pattering of the rain beginning to fall. He blinked in confusion noticing someone standing by his door. The figure heard his footsteps as she looked at him. The male, although noticing she was older, wiser looking, he could recognize Hoseok’s mother anytime. Her dark brown and white pepered hair was in a bun, a gentle smile at her lips, clutching tightly onto a box as if it were a lifeline.

“You must be, Min Yoongi. The boy my baby had gone to school with…ah no. You’re the boyfriend he adored, aren’t you?” she asked softly, hands slightly trembling as she neared to caress his cheek lovingly. Yoongi was taken aback as she met her eyes which were filled with nostalgia and a bit of regret.

“Yes that’s me. Why don’t you come in and I’ll prepare some tea? I hope you weren’t waiting long”, he smiled back as she nodded gratefully.

“Thank you dear. It took me quite a while to find you. I’d very much like to speak with you”. And for some reason Yoongi didn’t like the sound of that, but still nodded as he opened the door and guided her inside.

A few hours later, Yoongi finally guided Hoseok’s mother out, dry tears at his face, sobs still threatening to spill from his lips, and now he clutched tightly onto the box the older woman had held firmly in her own hands a while back. “You truly are such a wonderful young man, Yoongi. J can see why Hoseok was so enamored. He loves you, you know?” she muttered, her own tears at her eyes as she leaned to kiss him on the cheek.

“Treasure them. Those letters and photos I saved all this time. Hobi, didn’t know I kept them, when he thought he threw them away”, she smiled and Yoongi nodded im a silent promise. She gave him a final wave climbing down the steps and into to the rain, a vehicle already waiting for her and then she was gone.

~~xXXx~~

The storm had gotten worse, rain pouring heavily as Yoongi had climbed down the steps sittig at the bottom, soaking, but remaining silent as he clutched onto the box still in his hands. “Babe! oh my goodness! You’re gonna get sick. What are you even doing out here, silly”, Hoseok’s voice caught him out of trance. He felt the younger who was also soaking place a hand at his shoulder as Yoongi refused to look at him. “babe?” Hoseok muttered.

“H-How l-long?” Yoongi’s voice cracked as Hoseok blinked at him in confusion stepping slightly back. He tried to read his posture trying to see if he could see any part of his face, but then his eyes wandered to the box, a familiar item. He didn’t know what was inside, but he finally came to an understanding as to what his boyfriend was asking.

“Babe-” he began to say, but the words died right at his throat when Yoongi looked up at him with the most broken expression he’s ever seen since they were young. So much pain and sorrow he could no longer whisk away because he was sure the male had found out.

“Hobi…how long?” the elder pleaded, a sob finally breaking through, his body shaking, and eyes pleading as he looked at the younger. “how much time…” he began to say before breaking into a coughing and wheezing fit, trying desperately to calm his cries. Hoseok was patient and said nothing as Yoongi’s eyes scrunched up in pure pain sadness and loss.

“hobi…how long have you been…dead?”

The silence is defeaning, but the rain pounding down on the concrete makes it far more overwhelming. Hobi’s expression finally breaks into a sad smile, the rain has become a light sprinkling and suddenly he looks far younger, far shorter. Just like he did when they were teenagers. As if he had been under a spell the entire time and now it just faded and broke. He saw Hoseok’s true form.

“7 years”, he mutters letting his hands fall to his sides limply. Defeated even.

For the longest time, Yoongi doesn’t say anything, he simply looks at the box and he cries and yells and Hoseok sobs into his hands because there’s nothing he can do now that the truth is out. Because the fact of the matter is that he’s dead and Yoongi is alone, Broken and alone that all this time he’s been living a dream. A dream that had been far too beautiful far too perfect. “How? And why did you disappear on me? Why didn’t you tell me? WHY?!” and suddenly the elder is yelling because he’s desperate and upset and hurt.

Hoseok looks at him tears falling down his cheeks, but he simply walks towards yoongi and kneels before him and the elder does nothing but let the younger hold his face and kiss his forehead before he reaches to grasp his hands tightly. He takes a shaky breathe before he musters the courage to explain himself.

“I was ill, Yoongi. I was fighting a terminal illness. My parents forced me to move with them to get treated and I…I was going to ask you to run away with me…but. I thought about it when you said we’d be together forever. I knew it would be a lie because I would leave you behind and I couldn’t force you to watch me die. I lived longer than I should have, desperately keeping myself alive until I could see you one last time, but I couldn’t much longer and every letter I wrote never got sent because I would be hurting you. I loved you and I still do. I just couldn’t hurt you”, he sobbed.

Yoongi threw himself in his arms, hugging him. All those three years he’d had nighhmares was Hoseok desperately staying alive to be able to see him. So they could find each other and make their promise. “I came to you like that because I couldn’t leave without keeping our promise, hyung. The promise that’d we’d make each other happy before we left each other. I found you through years of wandering without a memory of who I was, but then something bothered me and then I felt your sorrow and how undeniably sad you were and everything came back to me and I just realized I had unconsciously refused to leave because I had unfinished business. I wanted to see you, yearned to be by your side one last time or even just a bit more. To keep my promise to you. But i didn’t make you happy and instead I’ve caused you immense pain”, he muttered ashamed.

It all made sense. The way he was content with just watching Yoongi eat, making sure he was always happy and tended for. The outings to places meant for teenagers and children when it was Hoseok’s turn to choose their date place. The way he didn’t speak in public to avoid the elder from looking crazy for probably talking to someone no one but him could see. The reason he was always cold to the touch and would always already be inside places without paying. Because he wasn’t alive anymore:

Yoongi grasped his face, shaking his head and peppering kisses on his face and lips. “No baby, you didn’t. Spending this year with you had made me the happiest man alive. I’ve never been this happy since you left my side…but please Hobi…don’t leave me”, he begged a new wave of tears fallig down his eyes. Hoseok smiled at him hugging just a bit tighter than before, orange locks sticking to his face from the rain still pouring.

“Hyung, you know I can’t. It’s finally time for me to go. I wish I could stay by your side just like this, but my business was over, my last wish fulfilled”, he whispered. Yoongi knew there was no way he could be cruel and force him to stay when this world wasn’t for him to live in.

“I love you, Hobi. And I always will”, the black haired male muttered. Hoseok separated from him and smiled brightly as if he’d been yearning to hear those words. Their words of parting when the younger male was still alive.

Hoseok brought their lips together in one more kiss. A kiss that meant everything, desperate but so full of love.

“I love you too, hyung. Alwyas and forever. Never forget that I’ll always be here”, he pointed to where the elder’s heart should be. And then Yoongi noticed that Hoseoke was fading slowly, loving eyes and the most beautiful bright smile. “Hobi”, Yoongi cried out as Hoseok was finally gone. Gone for good. Yoongi would never love anyone more than he loved Hoseok. Because he was the love of his life. Made his life full of color when it was dull and miserable. Hoseok had been his hope and his angel. And he’d never forget that and their love as long as he was alive.

He brought himself up onto his feet, lips tingling. He ribbed the box in his hands as he climbed the step leading to his apartment. It was time to move on.

~~xXXx~~

A knock at the door interrupted Yoongi as he typed as the laptop in his office. He sighed heavily, but urged the person inside. “Producer Min, Jeon Jungkook is waiting for you for recording and further discussion of the contract”, the young woman motioned to him apologetic for interrupting him.

“Ah great, tell him I’ll be with him now”, he smiled gently as she nodded and scurried out and closed the door with a soft click. He closed his laptop fixing his suit jacket as he chuckled to himself. Before taking deciding to leave he looked over at the edge of his desk a picture in a frame as he looked at orange locks and honey brown eyes with the same beautiful heart shaped smile he fell in love with. “We did it, Hobi”. He smiled fondly before sighing contentedly and walking out of the office.