#i want to see him again pleeeaaaaseeee

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

guess who got Childe to friendship level 10!!!! (hint: it’s me!!!! :D)

[echo-hiraeth]

Just like riding a bike - Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: When Frankie finds out that his best girl never learned how to ride a bike, he decides to teach her.

Warnings: swearing and none other, just some fluff to enjoy <3

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“You’re kidding right?”, he asked in between strings of exaggerated laughter.

“Stop laughing at me!”, you whined, cheeks pink with embarrassment.

He took some deep breaths, face sore from laughing to hard. “I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you!”

“You act like it’s such a big deal, I don’t get it”, you chuckled, shyly folding your hands in your lap.

“What – every kid learns how to ride a bicycle!”, he reasoned with wild hand gestures.

You took another swig of your gin. “Well, my parents didn’t want to bother with it, end of story.”

“Noooo! I can teach you, I have an old bike at home that you can absolutely wreck.”

“Frankieeee, stop bullying me!”, you pouted, resting your chin on his shoulder.

The two of you were sat on the couch, drunk out of your minds. You were here nearly every weekend, as were the other guys and occasional plus-ones, except Tom would rarely show seeing how he had kids to look after.

“What the hell are you two cackling about?”, Benny asked, plopping down next to you.

All the guys’ heads were turned in your direction. Frankie cleared his throat, smirking directly at you as he spoke: “Little miss perfect here doesn’t know how to ride a bike.”

The men started sputtering out laughs and giggles at the confession, making you go red all over again. “Stop laughing! It’s not funnyyyy”, you insisted, slapping Benny and Frankie on the knee.

“Oh come on sweetheart, the boys will help you, I think Redfly should have some spare training wheels”, Santiago joked.

You flipped them all off with your two fingers before getting up. With an annoyed huff you grabbed your jacket off the wall, putting it on. “What are you doing?”, Will asked with a grin, beer bottle held in hand.

“Going home, don’t feel like being made fun of tonight”, you mumbled, reaching for the door handle.

“You’re drunk, you can’t drive!”, Benny yelled, coming over and trapping you in a hug.

You groaned as you tried your best not to smile. “I have legs dummy, I can walk.”

“But it’s like super dark out, like look”, he slurred, opening the door and pointing at the night sky.

Frankie got up from the couch as well, dusting off his jeans before also grabbing his jacket. “I’ll walk you home, getting a bit tired anyway.”

You smiled at him, breaking yourself free from Benny’s hold. “See you later boys!”

 “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings back there”, Frankie said after a short while.

You looked at him, shoving your shoulder against him, smirking. “I know, it’s just that people always make it into such a big thing.”

“I was serious though, about that bike, I-I could teach you.. if you want of course”, he stuttered.

His hand grazed yours ever so softly, sending electricity through your veins. “Okay, but only if you promise not to kill me.”

He clutched a hand over his heart, making somewhat of a reference. “Milady, I will protect you with my life.”

You grabbed his arm, hauling him forward as you burst out into a fit of giggles. The two of you walked the rest of the way like that, up until he dropped you off at your front door. You’d kissed him on his cheek, bidding him a goodnight before stepping into the dark studio apartment.

Over the course of the next week, the conversation had completely left your mind, preoccupied with work and what not. It had been a particularly busy and stressful week, so much so, that you couldn’t even swing by for a drink during the workweek, you’d have to wait until the weekend. You had meeting after meeting and if you weren’t stuck presenting or listening to others do exactly that, it was phone calls and paperwork galore. By Friday night you were too exhausted to even leave the house, so you’d settled for a bottle of wine, some Netflix and your couch.

About halfway through your movie there was a knock at the doorbell. The only people who didn’t ring your bell were the boys, so you smiled to yourself as you got up off your butt, abandoning the comfort of your blankets and pillows to open up the door. But there was no one there, you took a step outside, whipping your head from side to side until a ringing caught your ear.

And there he was, Francisco Morales, with a bike in his hands. You softly shook your head as you wrapped your arms around yourself, walking over to him. He flashed his trademark smirk, slapping the saddle.

“C’mon girlfriend, let’s go for a riiiide”, he mocked.

You hugged him, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “I-I – were we really that drunk?”, you questioned with a giggle.

“Nuh-uh, no bailing, we’re doing this tonight.”

Frankie and you went to the park near your place. He’d told you you’d need the space and the soft ground. You felt stupid with how nervous you’d become, hands clammy with stress and fear. It was just a bike – you thought – literal children do this. But Frankie didn’t comment on it, he understood it, telling you how absolutely terrified he was the first time he went roller-skating. You’d laughed together at his little revelation and felt calmer already.

“Okay, enough, enough”, he panted, grabbing a hold of your wrists, “Hop on, I’ll hold you.”

You hesitantly swung a leg over the bar, hands on the handlebars as you took a deep breath. “If I break my neck, you’re paying.”

“You won’t break your neck”, he chuckled, resting a hand over your right one. “Now, this is all about balance and movement. As long as you look straight ahead and keep pedalling you’ll be fine.”

“You make it sound so easy”, you sigh, grip tightening a bit.

“Just relax, it’s not as bad as you think it is”, he reassured you, tucking some stray hair behind your ear.

“Will you like run after me or something?”, you asked, nervously biting your lips.

He moved a hand to your upper back, the pressure of it alone already taking the edge off. “Yes. Now, you’ll want to kick off the ground and look ahead, yeah, like I said, all about balance and movement. You’ll get the hang of it soon enough.”

You nodded, rolling your shoulders before putting one foot on the pedals. “Okay, I’m gonna do it.”

“Wait!”, he intervened, taking his cap off and placing it atop of your head. “For good luck.”

With trembling legs you kicked off the floor, putting your other foot on the other pedal, looking straight ahead of you, an iron grip on the handlebars. You were a bit wobbly, the gravel path you were on not really helping your case all that much, but you kept looking ahead of you, readjusting yourself on the saddle and soon you were going in a straight line, slowly, but straight nonetheless.

“You’re doing it!”, Frankie encouraged you, speed walking beside you.

You started laughing together, speeding up a bit as you grew more and more confident. But when you looked ahead the road stopped, fingers instinctively slamming down on the brakes, the sudden movement making the back wheel lift off, making you lose your balance. Frankie let out a string of profanities, sprinting over to where you where, catching you by the sleeve of your shirt. You fell on top of him with a load thud, the old bike soon following suit, hitting you in the shin. Frankie groaned beneath you, the scraping gravel ruthless against his skin.

“As much as I love the intimacy and stuff, I have to insist you get up”, he breathes, a smile present on his features the entire time.

You quickly push the bike off of you, scrambling to your feet and extending a hand to him. “I told you it was a bad idea!”, you tutted, not able to stop a grin from creeping up.

He took his cap off of your head, placing it on his messy curls once again. “Hop on the back”, he instructed, swinging his leg over the bar.

You scoffed, raising a brow at him. “You’re serious?”

“Yes, let me ride you home, pleeeaaaaseeee”, he pleaded, batting his eyelashes at you.

“Only if you’ll watch a movie with me”, you bargained, taking a seat on the luggage carrier.

“Deal! Hold on, I haven’t done this since college”, he warned, suddenly kicking off.

You clutched onto him for dear life, squealing as he swayed from side to side. Your hands gripped at his shirt, face hidden in the space between his shoulder and neck. The two of you felt like drunk teenagers, causing mayhem at some park in the middle of the night. His laughter rung in your ears like a sonorous melody, making you hold on just a bit tighter, lingering in the musky smell of his cologne and his warmth.

Once back inside the two of you threw a pizza in the oven, sharing some beers while you let him scroll through your Netflix. When he’d reached for a glass in your upper cupboards you’d caught a glimpse of the scratches and scrapes on his underarms, frowning a bit. You’d briefly disappeared into your bathroom, grabbing some disinfectant and plasters from your medicine cabinet. As you walked back into your living room Frankie was watching the trailer for some lame comedy, shaking his head at the horribly obvious jokes and punchlines. He whipped his head around when he heard you walk in.

“Are you hurt?”, he asked, getting up from the couch and making his way over to you.

You patted the kitchen counter, urging him to take a seat. “Let me take care of you, Fish”, you cooed, gently pushing his shirtsleeves up.

He looked confused. “I-I was in the army and got shot several, more than once, I’m sure a couple of cuts won’t be the death of me.”

You rolled your eyes at him, pouring some of the disinfectant on a piece of gauze. “You’re not in the army anymore Morales, now, if a lady offers to take care of your booboos, you let her.”

His lips curled up into a smile, eyes brimming with adoration as he watched you work, ever so carefully swiping the gauze across his scraped skin. It stung a bit, a hand grasping yours. “Sorry – it’s just.. sensitive.”

It was hard not to laugh, the tough soldier at your feet because of some gravel. You covered him up in princess band-aids, giddy with amusement. “Look at you! All pretty in pink”, you pestered.

He locked his arms around your torso, squeezing and digging his fingers into your sides. “Don’t make me discipline you, querida!”

You were at his mercy now, gasping for air as he attacked your sides. “P-please Frankie, I-I’ll do anything”, you begged.

He kept you pressed against him, looking down to meet your pleading gaze. “Anything?”

You nodded, subconsciously biting your lip. He was so close to you, so beautiful, so perfect. It was getting hard to just breathe with him this close, his dimples making you have to fight off the urge to break out in blushes. The two of you leaned in at the exact same time, lips bumping and resulting in awkward laughter.

“Sorry..”

“Can I..”

“You first”, you mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek.

He cupped your cheek, index finger soothingly stroking over the flush. “You’re stunning.”

Fuck it. You gripped his collar, pulling him in again, planting your lips on his. Frankie’s hands found their way to your waist, comfortably resting there. The two of you broke apart panting, chests heaving with a need for air.

You chuckled lightly. “Looks like we’ve both been waiting for that one.”

“Hmm, we should really catch up on lost time though”, he whispers, fingers hooking in the beltloops of your jeans.

“I agree”, you beamed, lips colliding once again.

Let’s just say that wouldn’t be your last bike ride.

[askbeelzebub]

22!!

22: I want a pet!

I wanted to write some future Damien stuff okay sUE ME. And if you’re wondering, Damien absolutely gets his penchant for animals from @ask-leviathan-infernal-sib.

———

“Mum! Muuuum!” Damien slid into the dining room, covered nearly head to toe in mud and dirt- so much so that Crowley chuckled upon seeing him.

Beelzebub sighed at the mud being tracked throughout the whole house by the five year old, but smiled in a way that showed their fondness. They really had to force the stern tone they used next. “Love, what have we talked about when it comes to interrupting adult conversations?”

“Sorry mum, sorry Uncle Crowley, ‘scuse me!” Damien said quickly, hands clamped behind his back. “Can I say my thing now?”

Beelzebub sighed again, but nodded. “Yes, dearest. What is it?”

“I found a new friend!”

Beelzebub bit back a groan. It was Damiens new thing to bring all the critters he could find into the house, with the help of his older brothers, although thankfully fifteen year old Adam had stopped using his antichrist magic to help with such feats, much to the distress of little Damien. “Hon, we talked about this...”

“I know but pleeeaaaaseeee at least meet him? I think you’ll like him, mum, and I want a pet!”

Beelzebub sighed for what felt like the 100th time. “I’ll take a look, but I really can’t let you bring all of these-“

Damien rushed up to them, pulling his hands out from behind his back and opening them to reveal...

A giant spider.

The scream Beelzebub let out made them incredibly glad they didn’t have any neighbors other than Raph and Zira, and they scrambled over the back of their chair to get away from the creepy crawly death dealer Damien had procured himself. Crowley was dying of laughter now, and they kicked the back of his chair, screeching desperate requests for Crowley to “get that thing away from their baby.”

Later, of course, Beelzebub would pretend as though the whole thing never happened and would bribe little Damiens silence with the promise that if he was really good, they’d let Uncle Crowley get him the snake he’s been promising since the boys fourth birthday. Crowley’s silence would be much harder to guarantee, but they were sure they’d manage... they did still have all of those old Tsuchinoko blackmail photos, after all. No one ever said they’d have to play fair.

(( @askarchangelgabriel @askcrowley-g-o @ask-warlock-dowling @ask-the-bringer-of-storms @ask-the-ineffable-being @ask-pepper-galadriel-moonchild @k-chips have some good ol’ future stuff -Mod))

[foxyotomelady]

Another love, Chapter V (JuminxReader)

Author’s notes:

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I know you've all been waiting for it.

Be aware of: strong language, slightly angst, my poor grammar, and yes yes yes, yandere Jumin  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V (You are here) | Chapter VI | Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX | Chapter X | Chapter XI | Chapter XII | Chapter XIII | Chapter XIV |

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Jumin informed the security chief about Elizabeth's disappearance and now some of the security guards were looking for her all over the building. He also called to Jaehee asked her to contact the media - information about the award for finding Elizabeth was to appear immediately.

You were sitting silently on the sofa, embracing your knees with your arms and feeling like an idiot. Jumin looked at you, he had such a strange expression... Empty and at the same time full of relief? Slowly and without a word, he sat next to you.  "It's my fault," You said unemotionally. "She had to escape when you threw Yuwoon out the door, she had to be scared by this whole show." "It's nobody's fault," Jumin said calmly. "Actually, I'm glad she escaped."

Extremely surprised, you took a look at his composed face, "Why?"

Jumin caught his breath, "Her presence reminded me of what happened to V and Rika all the time. She reminded me of my biggest mistakes. You see, I got her from Rika, and it was V who gave her a name... For a long time, I thought that she could see and understand all my strangling threads... But for several reasons, I understood that it was not true. That I only came up with it to deal with my loneliness. Similarly, I once thought about Rika. I thought she understood me. But it also turned out to be a lie. She hid her true face, manipulated V, Yoosung and me. "Did you... have feelings for Rika?" You asked and your heart jumped. Did you feel jealous? It was so strange. "I'm not sure, I never even made an effort to think about it, maybe because she was with V anyway. Or maybe because I was already subconsciously aware that something was wrong with her. Maybe, whatever I felt for her it was also a delusion. It is completely different with you. Unlike Rika, you are honest and straightforward. I feel that you truly understand me. And even though I knew you were with Yuwoon... "Jumin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and covering his eyes with his hand. You touched his arm, didn't dare to do more, didn’t want to make a mistake again. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, I told myself that I just wanted to be a friend, which was another lie of course. When you first mentioned Yuwoon, I felt uneasy, I didn't understand why. But now I think I already felt something for you back then. You started to rule over my heart just a few days after you become a part of RFA." "I... I'm sorry, Jumin, I didn't notice, I think Saeran was right, I am dense." He raised his head and looked at you, his eyes sharp, "He says such things about you? Let me talk to him and he'll immediately stop." You didn’t stop the quiet "aww" that escaped your mouth and didn't refrain from kissing Jumin on his forehead, "You're charming, but I can deal with him myself." Jumin, still serious, looked straight into your eyes, "I must confess to you about something, it's selfish, but when you told me that Yuwoon cheated on you, I felt happy. Of course, I didn't like your suffering, but it struck me that after that, I finally have at least a chance..." "Jumin..." 

"Every time you talked about him, I felt a rage stronger than ever before."

"I didn't know... You always wished us happiness, when I told everyone that Yuwoon and I were together, you were the first to congratulate us."

"Because I really cared about your happiness... But I couldn't bear that you want to achieve it with him... In fact, when you declared that you're together, I felt that my world is collapsing." God... You felt so stupid. How long did it last? How long did he suffer because of you? Were you really too blind to notice? Or was Jumin so good at pretending?  "I have no idea what to say..." "You don’t have to say anything, you never owed me anything, I still have no right to demand anything from you... I must apologize again for locking you up here that day. It was a desire stronger than me. " "I forgive you, but give me some time, Jumin, I have to sort out my own feelings."

The next day

[Y/N has entered the chat room]

You: You are here, guys! 

You: Have you heard what happened? 

707: 

707: My poor Elly ~

707: How did she escape ?!

Yoosung: T-T

Yoosung: I feel sorry for Jumin

Yoosung: he must be woried T-T

707: Zen

707: Aren't u going to say something?

707: Aren't u worry about our sweet lady?!

707: 

Zen: first of all, it's not a lady

Zen: second, I'm silent because I don't want to talk about this cat, but I'm also a bit worried

Zen: this jerk must be out of his mind rn

You: I feel responsible for it...

Yoosung: Why? 

You: Yuwoon came to Jumin's apartment yesterday 

Yoosung: 

707: 

Zen: 

You: We had a fight 

You: There was a lot of chaos

You: she had to escape then...

You: I have to do something!

You: I have spoken to Jaehee, she prepared flyers with a photo of Elizabeth 

You: I already have a full package of them here with me

You: Do you want to help me with spreading them? 

707: 

707: I’d like to help

707: but I have to work

707: I have so much work

707: T.T

Yoosung: sorry T-T

Yoosung: I failed my lastest exam

Yoosung:

Yoosung: so I must study

Yoosung: until holidays are over

You: .…

You: Zen?

Zen: ..…

You: You're my last hope T-T

You: pretty pleeeaaaaseeee ^^

Zen: sigh... I can't refuse when you ask so nicely

Zen: I'll overcome my allergy for you!

Zen: 

You: thank you!

Jumin's POV 

There has not been any information about Elizabeth so far. He should be worried. He should be panicking. But he was calm. So what if she disappeared? He was not alone anymore... No, no, no... He should not think like that. Y/N still did not promise him any kind of relationship. And Elizabeth was just a cat who still needed his care.

He straightened up in his chair and pushed aside the report he was reading. God, it was so hard to concentrate on work. Y/N promised that she would not leave him, that he could trust her. But he still felt anxious when she was not near him when she was not under his control.

I have to trust her, He kept thinking in his head. Only so we can build a healthy relationship... Maybe I should talk to her for a moment. Maybe then I will calm down.

He decided to look for her at the messenger. Now, when she had holidays and didn't have to study, she often logged in.

[Jumin Han has entered the chat room]

Jumin Han: Y/N? Are you here?

Jaehee Kang: Sir, you know you can see who is logged in?

Jumin Han: I keep forgetting that

Jaehee Kang:

Jumin Han: so she's not here

Jumin Han: then I have no reason to be here as well

Jumin Han: By the way, are you slacking off, Assistant Kang?

Jaehee Kang: .... ;;;;

Jaehee Kang: NO.

[707 has entered the chat room]

707: lololololol

707: 

707: have you seen this?

Jaehee Kang: ?

Jumin Han: see what?

Seven inserted a link heading to an article. Jumin opened it with little interest, expecting something stupid. But then pain squeezed his heart as soon as he saw two pictures and a big caption.

BREAKING NEWS! Well-known actor Hyun Ryu has an affair?! Who is the girl he's dating?!

The photos under the caption were something that he never wanted to see. 

She. 

With him. 

With Zen.

In one picture they were sitting at a table, facing each other. Zen had his hands clasped under his chin and he was smiling flirtatiously at Y/N. In the second picture, Zen was embracing her tightly, and she barely restrained her smile. Both photos were apparently taken from hiding - probably by some clever paparazzi.

707: lolololol 

Jaehee Kang: It isn’t funny, Seven. 

Jaehee Kang: and it's certainly a misunderstanding. 

707: Brother was right 

707: Zen is so into her

Jaehee Kang: 

He had to trust her.

It was a misunderstanding.

She betrayed my trust.

Jaehee Kang: I'm worried, it can affect Zen's image badly

Jaehee Kang:

It must have been a misunderstanding.

She promised.

She wants to leave me.

707: lolololol

707: You're a true fan Jaehee

He had to trust her.

She’ll leave me.

707: Juju, why so silent?

Jumin Han: Assistant Kang.

Jumin Han: Come here at once.

Jaehee Kang: Is something the matter?

Jumin Han: NOW.

[Jumin Han has left the chat room]

His hands were shaking with anger as he dialed the security chief's number. He tapped his fingers on the desk and clenched his eyelids, waiting for him to pick up the phone.

"Yes, Mr. Han?"

FINALLY.

"Inform Yoon that he can't let Ms. Y/N out of my apartment. Under any circumstances."

"Mr. Han, I'm sorry to tell you this, but Ms. Y/N has left your apartment some time ago."

"What?" His fingers tightened on the phone.

"Has something happened? Should we look for her?"

"No."

He hung up. His head throbbed. His lungs tightened in pain. He put down the phone in fear that he would crush it in his hand. And just as Jaehee entered his office, he slammed his fist down on the desk. His assistant froze in place, pale.

"S-Sir? What is happening?"

He rose from his desk more abruptly than he intended. He did not control himself, his movements, gestures, words, thoughts, "Assistant Kang, do you happen to know where Y/N is?"

"I-I spoken with her today, she wanted me to make flyers about Elizabeth’s missing for her."

Jumin felt that he would soon burst. But he did not feel hot. It was freezing in his guts. His voice was also icy. Nevertheless, his tie was stifling him. He loosened it, "And where did she go with these flyers?"

Jeahee looked at him terrified, "She didn't tell me to where exactly-"

"Assistant Kang," He saw that she was lying. She was so bad at it. "Where is Y/N?"

"Mr. Han, please tell me what is happening."

"Jeahee," Her eyes widened when he used her name, but his voice was not warm, just the opposite. "Tell me where she is or I will fire you."

Jaehee swallowed. Now her face was no longer pale. It was gray, maybe even green. She must have been sick with nerves.

"She was supposed to go to the cafe she likes to visit. I'll send exact coordinates to you in a moment, sir."

"Good," He took the phone from his desk and hurried to leave the office. "I'm leaving."

"But the meetings-"

"Cancel them all."

Your POV

Zen sneezed loudly, wiped his nose, and whined in anger. You chuckled, looking at his tormented face. He was really devoting himself now.

You have already distributed most of the flyers. Many people were passing by this cafe. Unfortunately, no one has seen Elizabeth. Now you've decided to take a break. You were both sitting on the bench in front of the building.

"Just don’t look at the photo, Zen," You suggested with amusement.

"I keep thinking about this stupid cat and you have her fur on your clothes - that's enough to make me sneeze," He complained and pushed the rest of the flyers as far away from him as possible, "What a terrible fate to be at the side of a beautiful woman in such state. You're missing the opportunity to admire my true beauty."

You rolled your eyes, "Do you ever stop flirting?"

"Huh?" Zen blinked, then made a sad face. "What do you think of me, that I flirt with everyone?"

"Exactly my point."

"Have you ever saw me flirt with Jaehee?"

"No, but I'm sure it's because you respect her as your faithful fan," You smiled under your breath.

"This is partly true, but most importantly, I only flirt with those who caught my eye."

You looked at Zen slowly, not sure if he was still kidding. You wanted to say something, but then, on the street in front of the cafe, a familiar limousine stopped. When you saw Jumin get off the car, not even waiting for the driver to open the door for him, you felt cold. Something was wrong.

"Jumin?" You got up from the bench and Zen immediately did the same.

"Why is this jerk here?" The white-haired man was not happy.

Jumin approached you two stiff and fast. His eyes... His gaze pierced you like a dagger. You've already seen this flash in his eyes some time ago. But not so intense. Something was definitely wrong.

"Ah, so you were here with him?" He asked in a vacant, strange voice.

Zen snorted, "You have a problem with that, dude?"

Jumin gave him a sharp look, "I wasn’t asking you."

"Jumin, we just-"

He did not let you finish - suddenly he grabbed you by the hand, squeezed hard, and you dropped all the flyers that you've been holding up to now. Passers-by were peeking at you three anxiously, whispering.

"We're going home," Jumin pulled you to himself abruptly.

"The hell, man!" It was Zen, nervous, furious. "Your apartment is not even her home yet! And what do you think you're doing, being so harsh to her?!"

Jumin tightened your hand even more. You felt that his fingers were shaking. He took one step toward Zen, and he must have a terrifying look now, for the white-haired man stepped back.

"Mind your own business, Zen," Jumin said in the coldest voice you ever heard from him.

Zen shook his head as if to wake up from the shock. He opened his mouth, but before he spoke, you cut him off, "That's okay, Zen. I'll be fine. Nothing bad is happening. I'll go with Jumin."

"Finally, a rational decision," Jumin did not look at you, he turned on his heel and pulled you toward the car. You looked at Zen once again, gesturing with your free hand, showing him not to intervene because you saw that he was barely holding back.

When you finally found yourself in the back of the limousine with Jumin, you felt your heart was hammering. You did not dare look at him, and he did not say a word.

Looking at your feet, you hardly made a sound, "Jum-"

"We'll talk when we're home."