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yaneyanedaze · 5 years ago

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Don’t you remember?

(A SDC Jotaro x Oc +DIO fanfic )

Hi guys! This is a commission piece that I have done for @fyrestrike , I hope that you enjoy this fanfiction! This is a good example of what you could get when you commission me!~

I will get back to my regular ways of posting very soon! With that, on with the fanfiction!

Some things may be different,but the plot is mostly the same and the ending is mostly the same!

Also I apologize if any of the characters seem out of character! ❤️❤️❤️

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It was cold, very cold. I didn’t expect Egypt to get so cold this quickly. I was with Jotaro Kujo and his group of friends, I could call them that. They called themselves the Stardust Crusaders, and from what I know, they were searching for a man named DIO. That’s all they told me at least, and I could barely remember how I ended up with the group anyways. Mr. Joseph told me they found me wandering the desert by myself. I found that hard to believe because I hated the heat of the desert, but I just went along with it and decided to stay with them.

Jotaro and Kakyoin were the only ones I stayed closed to really, with all of us being around the same age, and with I apparently attending the same high school as them. They helped me understand the situation that was going on and the reason why we were in Egypt. I felt bad for Jotaro, his mom is in bad condition, and he had to drop everything and go on some wild ass adventure in order to save her. I tried to be as much help as I could be, I do have a stand, that I know, but I don’t know how to use it at all.

But all that out the way. Stand user after Stand user. Attack after Attack, we finally reached Cairo, Egypt. I cheered happily as I ran up to the hotel that we were going to be staying in. Mr. Joseph chuckled as he went up to the desk and prepared the rooms for us, Leaving the rest of use to chat and talk. I yawned and leaned on Jotaro, who was pretending to be annoyed, “Yare yare, What the hell are you doing?” He asked, gaze shifting down on me. I smiled at him and let out a small giggle, “Im resting on you until we can get our rooms straight, I don’t see how you guys can do it!” I say throwing my hands up, being playfully dramatic. Polnareff laughed and I knew even before he began talking what he was going to say.

“ Well Dearie, Maybe it’s because you’re a girl~ This mission is built for strong men! It’s our job to protect you anyway!” He said, flexing slight only to get hit on the back of the head by Jotaro. “She’s strong, why do you think we brought her along, She can handle herself. Last time I checked you cant defeat anyone without our help” He said back, a smirk appearing on his features as he watched Polnareff try to gather his comeback. But before he could get it out, Mr. Joseph came over giving everyone their room keys.

Joseph was with Avdol, Polnareff with Kakyoin, and……

Me and Jotaro.

A part of me wanted to speak up and say: ‘CAN I CHANGE PLEASE?!’ Because being in the same room with Jotaro for a long period of time like this. I don’t think I could take it. But alas, I didn’t same a damn thing and here I was, walking to the room with Jotaro beside me. It was a quiet peaceful walk, Jotaro was a quiet person I discovered. He didn’t talk much and when he did, it usually was a one-liner, his signature catchphrase or snark. I loved the silence to be honest, I think it added more to his personality, I thought it was sweet that he is out here risking his life for his mother, even though he doesn’t know what lay ahead.

When we reached the room, I unlocked the door and pushed it open, the room was nice, it was room, had a couch with a television in front of it, a small kitchen and dining area. But there was one problem that stuck out the most.

There was only one bed.

I felt a blush rise up on my cheeks but I tried to be calm about it, but it seemed that Jotaro could read my emotions. “I’ll take the couch, “ He muttered walking past me. I grabbed his coat stopping him and shyly looked up at him. “hey, we can share the bed, I don’t mind. I usually stay on one side curled up in a ball” I said trying to make light of the tense environment, He let out a small grunt which I could only imagine was an “Ok’. I smiled as I went over to unpacking my small book bag, I only had a small amount of clothes with me. From what I remember, I packed two changes of clothes and night clothes along with the necessities. But everytime I try to remember where I came from, it leads to a massive headache. One that’s trying to basically tell me that the memory isn’t there.

It bothered me, and while I was changing into my night clothes I tried very hard to think and think trying to see if I could bring it back. I let out a frustrated yell as finished getting dressed and I walked out, but as I walked back into the bedroom, I got a surging pain in the back of my head, plopped down on the bed and it felt like someone else had a control on my body, and a voice that I have never heard before starting talking.

“It seems that my little devil is missing me…don’t worry, I’ll be waiting for you, you’ll remember me soon, you will…”

I let out a scream, one made of confusion and fear, as I couldn’t move my body, I felt like someone was just sitting on me, all of their weight pushing down upon me. I must’ve spooked Jotaro because he came rushing in the room and shook me, I could feel him shaking me, but I couldn’t move. Finally I found the strength to rise up and shake make head. When I opened my eyes up again I was staring into Jotaro’s baby blue eyes. He didn’t even said anything, he just hugged me and held me tightly. He lifted me up and placed me in bed correctly, I tried to move and show him that I was alright. But he held me in place, he wouldn’t let go. “Jotaro I am fine, that was just a little scare okay? Nothing too serious” I said, he shook his head and his grip on me tightened. “Quiet. Don’t say anything , just go to sleep.” He muttered. It was severely out of character for Jotaro to act like this, but I guess I really scared him with what happened. I felt horrible and I wanted to say that I was sorry for letting myself get like that but sleep took over me before I even could.

(TimeSkip. two days later)

We were up and on the move again.

Neither Jotaro or I talked about what took place that night , but I noticed he was closer to me more then he ever was before. He kept a close eye on me, which earned light teasing from Polnareff and Joseph. He brushed it off but I could see the blush that was coming up onto his face. He said his signature catch phrase before walking ahead from the group. I knew better though, and I tried not to let the teasing get to me as we pushed forward.

I felt ominous feelings coming from the large building in front of us.

And it seemed like another one of those moments like I had last time except that instead of me just not being able to move, I completely blacked out. It was dark, I could see Jotaro and the others anymore, but I could feel someone’s arms picking me up from the ground. I tried to scream but nothing came out, only a chuckle, a deep chuckle that couldn’t have come from any of the crusaders. I froze, it was the same tone of the voice I had previously heard. His footsteps were heavy, and his voice had a velvet like tone, “Fyre…I’ve been waiting for you…those Joestars brought you right to me…Like a little present~” He spoke. His voice was so familiar, Like even before my little black out.

All I know that I am scared.

My vision slowly started coming back, I could see that I was no longer with Jotaro and the group but i was with some weird man with blonde hair. When he realized I was awake he smirked wide, showing me a wide toothy like grin. “My darling is awaken now~ tell me, how did you enjoy your time away from me darling?~” He says placing me down in what felt a a plush like bed. It felt soft, I’m not gonna lie, it was really soft, I regained motion in my limbs and I made myself sit up so quickly. I glared at him, if looks could kill, he would’ve been dead.

He chuckled, turning fully to get a good look at him. He was about as tall as Jotaro, he was shirtless and very built, having a strange scar around his neck that made it look like his body was just attached with a needle and thread. I backed up as far as I could to the wall. He walked (more like sassy step) towards me before stopping at the end of the bed. “Don’t you remember me? Fyre, I made you what you are. My little Devil. That stand you have, it’s because of me. You are mine. I don’t care what that Jotaro fool says or does for you.” He growled. “Liar!! Jotaro found me! He took care of me! I don’t know who you are!!” I yelled back, but with brute force, I was held against the wall by a humanoid looking figure, he was a bright yellow and had muscles of steel. I struggled against him before sighing but not giving up totally.

The male must’ve saw and laughed. “Foolish. Foolish Fyre...Don’t you remember, How do you think you got out there in the first place~” he said getting close to my face. Now staring me down with those bright, crazed green eyes. For some reason, a memory that was laying deep in my mind came barreling back full force.

(Flashback Start)

“Where are you going!? You can’t get far, Little Devil!!”

His voice was taunting, he was taunting me, he knew that he could catch up to me if he wanted to. DIO was a damn bastard, a horrible excuse for a living- no an monstrous being. I kept running, refusing to fall prey for this damn man ever again, he kept me just a trophy, no one ever coming to visit me except him. The look on his servants faces when they say me run past shows that he never let anyone know that I existed.

I kicked open the door with one swift move and kept it moving, the desert sand kicking up behind me. I could feel his gaze on me, the thing he had on my forehead was weakening. His powers on me were not working, he made a mistake of stabbing me with the Stand Arrow, my stand was powerful an it allowed me to go against his will.

I ran and ran and ran until I felt my body slowing down, I couldn’t see anything and I collapsed, panting heavily as my body finally gave out, the adrenaline gone. I turned on my back and laid there looking at the sky as I closed my eyes. My breath slowing down and my conscious slowly slipping away.

“Oi, Is that a girl on the ground?...”

“Yea, I think you’re right Jotaro! What shall we do?”

“....Gigi..she’s coming with us.”

(Flashback End)

I tried to head butt him once my memory started coming back. I knew who he was. I knew what he did to me. He took me away from my family, kept me captive for god knows how long. DIO, His name now ringing a bell in my head. I growled and glared daggers at him. “Fuck you!! Fuck you bastard! You caused this! You made me like this you fucking bastard!!” I yelled kicking and thrashing about, He just stood there laughing at me, that same fucking taunting laugh that he used before. He snapped his fingers, and the ghost (stand that I now remember as ‘The World’) disappeared making me drop to the floor. When I went to stand up he pushed me back into the wall, his hand wrapped firmly around my neck.

“Listen here Little Devil. I don’t like the way that you are acting right now...You either shape up or else I’ll have to punish you severely for disobeying me.” He practically growled. I clawed at his hands gripping and trying to pull his hands away as I began to get light headed from his grip. “Fuck..you..” I muttered out, only making his grip tighter making him madder. A loud bang and a rush of footsteps made him release his grip.

“Lord DIO!! The Joestars have reached here! They’re currently fighting Vanilla Ice!”

He groaned, clearly annoyed but I saw it as an opportunity to run.

And so I did.

I took off out of the room, speeding past the servant. This speed was inhuman to me, I didn’t know where I came from but I just chalked it up to my adrenaline rushing as i was scared. I could hear his yelling but couldn’t make out the words that he said. Everything was a blur to me until I came to a skidding halt when I saw what I could only make out to see as Jotaro.

“JOTARO!” I yelled. ‘God I hope I don’t sound too desperate..’ I thought as I ran over to him, out of breath and scared. He look up and then rushed over to my side, he checked my forehead and checked all over my head before finally hugging me tightly. He let go and pulled his hat over his eyes letting out his signature catchphrase. “Yare Yare, We’ll talk later. We have to go and find-“ “DIO! He’s here! He’s the one who took me!” I blurted out. He looked at me then pulled me along, and off we went again. I was scared beyond belief, I can’t believe that this want the man, or well, thing, Jotaro and his Grandfather had been searching for all along, and he knew me!

Little did I know the carnage along the way that happened. While we were chasing after DIO, Polnareff ran into the them. And we lost two members of our group, Muhammad Avdol and a little French bull terrier named Iggy to one of DIO’s toadys. We didn’t have time to grieve, we didn’t have time to cry or anything. We had to keep moving on! I kept quiet as DIO’s words kept ringing in my ears.

“I made you. My little Devil, Don’t you remember?”

I shook my head as we entered the city. It was busy, as it was night time. Probably filled with tourists and natives alike, all of them unknowingly putting themselves in danger. It was now Joseph, Jotaro, Polnareff and I together. Kakyoin was no where to be found, and they didn’t tell me what happened to him. But I didn’t ask questions at all, I just kept my mouth shut and moved along, but DIO was eating away at my thoughts, I wanted to question him, but was afraid of what he might do to me if I did.

But my time to confront him came quicker than ever as now Jotaro, Joseph and DIO we’re locked in a heated battle. This was it, Jotaros mom (Who I figured out before, was named Holly!) layed on the line along with the entire worlds fate was on their back. I stood on the side with Polnareff watching the battle take place, I felt helpless though. I wanted to help, after all, I have been a liability during this entire thing! I at least needed to get out and do something. I got up and began walking over to where they were only to get a bad feeling going up my spine. I looked over at DIO just to see his stand come out. I quickly picked up my past before yelling to him.

“JOTARO LOOK OUT!!”

“Za WARUDO”

Everything froze around me, everything was still. I don’t know how I was moving, and it seemed DIO was just as confused but he was too focused on Jotaro. Knives now heading towards and lodging themselves into said male. While time was still frozen he looked at me and it seemed that I was a look of surprised. I was confused before I felt something, or rather someone behind me. I turned and there it was, or rather their she was, as it looked like a female. She had curly horns that could rival with Satan himself, large bat like wings with a shiny gleam coming off them, a short black dress with her entire back out along with small bats on her tights that looked like they were very much alive. She had light pink skin with red blush in certain spots, full pink lips , top and bottom fangs that could probably cut through diamond if she wanted to. she had bright lime green snake like eyes, long curly lilac purple hair that falls behind her knees hair. Finally there was a large tail swishing back and forth with a heart on the end, spikes lining the tail leading all the way up to her back.

I stood up as time started over again, Jotaro fell back , knives all over him. I wanted to scream but I knew that would show weakness, and especially to him, it would give him a huge ego booster. I watched as Jotaro laid motionless on the ground, DIO places his head on the ground trying to hear movement or heart beats of any kind and smirked once he didn’t. He began laughing as he made his way over to me, “Your darling hero isn’t with you anymore. And I’m so glad, his death made you finally show your stand. Might I say, it’s quiet beautiful perfect for a queen like yourself.” He said, now barely a foot away from me. I smirked myself, a thing I don’t normally do. “The Queen part you’re right about. But I wouldn’t celebrate to quickly.” I said. Landing a quick blow to his head myself, making him stumble back. He growled at me but kept a smug smirk on his face. “My little Devil..You think you can stop me! Your puny Stand means nothing to me!”

“But mines does.” I smiled as Jotaro was behind him now. Star Platinum now behind him as well looking madder than ever. I stepped back quickly to avoid the fist fight between the two stand users. I had to admit, it looked beautiful, the colors clashing together, the raw strength of both of their stands clashing and fighting each other. It was amazing. I crouched down using my stand to make a shield for myself to dodge oncoming debris coming my way, I closed my eyes because another part of me didn’t want to see the end result. It was painful, very painful, I didn’t want to see anymore of my friends get hurt anymore, I panted slightly, my vision getting blurry, I don’t know if it’s a side effect from my stand or I’m just tired. I felt my body falling to the ground after hearing a blood curdling scream and the sound of something splitting apart, before everything fades to black.

⬛️TimeSkip⬛️

I shot straight up only to see myself connected to hospital IV’s and looked around. I looked at my arms and touched my face to make sure I was in one piece. I sighed once I figured out I was all fine and sat back on the bed. The door open and first came in was a Nurse coming to make sure I was okay, checking all my vitals, blood pressure , all the medical stuff, then following was Mr. Joestar. “Hey! Look who’s arose from the dead! I’m glad you’re okay!” He said walking up to my bed side, a hand on my arm. “Did we win? Is he dead?” Is what I asked first.

He nodded slightly and stood up. “Yep! We sure did...We’re gonna be heading back to Japan once you get all better, Trust me, My grandson has been worried sick about you, you gotta stop passing out on us!” He said jokingly. I tilted my head in confused. Jotaro was worried about me? I found that hard to believe, but when the male came into my room with a large bouquet of flowers, I believed it then.

He handed them over to me with a blush gracing his features. They were beautiful shades of blue with some red in it. “this is for you..” He muttered, I grabbed and smiled softly, pulling him close and placing a kiss on his cheek. I smelled the flowers and hugged them close to my chest.

“Hey Jotaro, When we get back..Can we hang out more?..”

“...Sure, I wouldn’t mind that at all..”

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AHHHH I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING SO DAMN LATE OMG

So many things have been coming up in my life between family, Boyfriend issues, health issues, but I wanted to finish this because I loved the character, thank you so much for the opportunity!

If you want more and probs another part going on to part 4 because I loved so this much! ❤️

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jjpmoans · 6 years ago

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Drips [M]

This one is for you Amanda!!! Congratulations on getting the internship! And here is the surprise.....hope you love it!

Character: Jaebum x female oc

Genre: Smut

Warning : Plane sex, filthy talk.

Word counts : 2404 words

A/N: I’ve been constantly harrased by both my favourite one @ahgase55g7 and @itsallabigmess for this one, up to the point that Andie unnie decided to disown me if I didn’t start writing it. And Chelle... @prettywordsyouleft just watched me being tortured. This piece is actually a sequel to my first jinyoung smut, which I never had it posted because...i don’t know. But with this one up, I’ll be sure to post that jinyoung one. This is to congratulate my bae because she passed the interview! Hope you like it.

Jaebum :

Do I have to remind you that this is a public flight and

why the fuck do you guys think it's okay to moan loudly?How am I gonna take care of my problem?

Jinyoung :

Next time, bring your girl on a tour and fuck on a plane. It's awesome hyung. Gotta do it again.

Jaebum :

You little piece of shit.

"I need you" was all he said. "Jaebum..wait," I manage to choke out two words with the situation going too fast for me to even blink. Jaebum's hands are everywhere on my body, desperate for me to get out of my uniform. His fingers expertly unbutton my coat, almost ripping it off the material. We are lucky that no one is using the crew rest area or I'd die in embarrassment if someone caught us.

Pulling the coat halfway to trap my hands with it, he aims for my breasts, sucking in his breath when his palms meets the flesh. "Fuck." He squeezes them roughly. I am not surprised if he rips my blouse the second after this because he looks like he's ready to take me right then and there. "Fuck. So fucking beautiful." "Jaebum." I breathe. His eyes meet mine, desperation, urge and lust are evident in them. For a moment, I feel my core dripping with excitement. It has been months since we last met. Of course I'm excited. Jaebum, who decides that I take too long to talk, unbuttons the first three button to have access to my collarbone. When he dives in and his teeth join the act, my chest jolts forward and presses against his front. The coat trapping my hand falls down, freeing my hand which is desperate to cling onto something for support. Moaning, I reach to grab a fistful of his hair. "What- ah, what happened to keeping our distance?" Jaebum's face is already in between the valley of my breasts. He pulls down the cup of my bra hungrily, ready to latch his mouth on my taut nipple. Months ago, Jaebum decided to stop visiting my apartment. He said he's going to be busy with tours and work, that he needed to keep his distance from me. Something about him not being able to think straight and work if I am around him. It feels stupid to say something like that, like couples break up because they say they need to study. Alas, he said it. And we went back to being strangers, being neighbours like how we used to be. I snap out of my flashback, when I feel Jaebum's tugging my nipple for attention. I look down, the sight of him hungry for my breasts make me sigh. Watching him slowly swirl his tongue around my nipple, I can't help but shudder. When he drags his tongue around the nipple, he looks up at me, lips curving up into a smirk. The tip of his tongue nudges my needy bud, emitting a gasp from me. As it that is all he needs before he can devour me fully, his mouth closes around my nipple and I haven't felt the need to cum that fast. My knees shake and my hand trembles in pleasure. Feeling his warm mouth hovering over my breasts, tonguing my nipple is honestly a huge turn on. It can't be helped when his stubble keeps brushing on my sensitive skin, sending me dripping in my panties. "Jaebum," I call again. Too many times we've been in this state but none of them were this intense. He’s absolutely starving. "Ah fuck. Jaebum. Explain." He stops sucking, pulling away from my breast. When I finally get a clear view of him, I just realised how blown he is. His hair is messy, his chin is glistening and his eyes… Dark obelisks of lust. "I need you" comes with his fingers tweaking both of my nipples. My stomach churns at his action, knees almost buckled. "I need to fuck you." "Want to fuck you so hard and so fast." The pleasure him rolling my nipples in between his fingers combined with his filthy talk are unexplainable. It makes my core aches and fuck, I need him to fuck me. "Jinyoung fucked his girlfriend on this flight," he suddenly says. My eyes widen, not expecting that to happen. Really? Jinyoung? Of all people? "Yeah. And he fucked her just next to my seat." He moves closer, whispering to my ear. "So loud that I can hear him fucking her juices out." He licks my earlobe, softly nipping on it. "I'm so fucking hard." His hands start kneading my breasts, knowing that I love when he holds my breasts like that, like they’re his only support. "I'm so fucking hard baby. I want to fuck you over and over again and you'll gonna be walking down the aisle with my cum." I whimper, legs opening wider to fit his thigh between it. He wastes no time to hump me with his strong thigh, nudging my clothed clit repeatedly. "Will you take my cock, baby?" I nodded quickly, too desperate to have his cock inside me. To my surprise, he chuckles, tongue tracing my jaw. "I love seeing you in this uniform." His teeth tug on the bandana wrapped around my neck. "I'd love the idea of me fucking your wet pussy in this outfit." My hormones inside me are turbulent. I feel everything. Hot, desperate for his cock. Jaebum can make my inside churns in excitement and begs are just at the tip of my tongue with his words. "I'd love to see your tits bouncing when I fuck you with my big cock." His hand unbuttons more of my shirt and unbuckles my bra expertly, leaving my upper body completely naked. "Jae.." my voice trails off when his hand moves down, closer to my south. "Fuck me please." He hums, acknowledging my plea. "Are you wet enough for my cock?" He flips my skirt up, exposing a dark patch on my black panties. He raises an eyebrow, his fingers find my core faster than I know, the next thing is my head thrown back, hands muffling the noises that keep spilling from my mouth. I tremble, as his long fingers fuck my pussy with a strong force. Cursing, I pray to all deities for no one to find us. Two fingers up and I feel like the squelching of my hole is audible to everyone on the plane. One hand reaching to hold his hand, I close my eyes as he joins his thumb on my clit. "I think you're wet enough for me." In a split second, my panties is gone as well as his fingers. When I opened my eyes, the sight in front of me threatens me to cum just right there. Jaebum, with only his boxer and white shirt on, is sniffing my black panties, like a mad man. "Can you feel how hard my cock is?" My eyes shoot to his cock, straining behind the material. Like a present unwrapped, Jaebum pulls down his boxer, his cock springs out and slap against his stomach. "Oh god." "Yes baby." He moves closer, holding my waist in place. It is not a metaphor when I say everything happens so fast. I'm moaning, ridiculously loud, when his thick cock fills me up against the cabin wall. His arms, supporting my legs, fold them to my chest, while he has his hands behind my back to secure me. "Tight." He thrusts upward, tears escape the corner of my eyes when his tip feels so deep inside me. "Tight for my cock." The fact that Jaebum's thrust is short and strong, my tits bounce with every thrust, moans spilling out more often than soft gasps, albeit being slower than the first one. "I told you." Jaebum says as he grips my thighs tightly, plunging his thick cock inside me. "You'd be so beautiful being fucked with my cock in your uniform." The piece around my neck is still there and somehow my skirt is bunched around my waist. I really don't want to ruin my makeup but Jaebum goes by the principle, 'If your girl's mascara is not ruined, then you aren't hitting it right.' And I am so sure he's going to fuck me up. Thumb on my clit, I feel like screaming my lungs out. Jaebum's cock pound continuously inside me, I just don't know how sore I'll be after this. And the fact that this is a thirteen hour flight, I just know I'm going to be wasted when I reach my room. "Jaebum," I moan with my lungs burning with the heat, my stomach churns with pleasure. Jaebum fucks me like I am made to be fucked by him and him only. "It sounds just like this," he mutters darkly, hip thrusting inside me. "Jinyoung fucks his girl just like this." If I don't know them better, I might have thought that Jaebum is jealous that Jinyoung got to fuck his girlfriend. But I know Jaebum. "But I'm gonna fuck you way deeper,” he growls as he presses his cock deeper inside me, I claw at his chest in response. He hisses, but pounds even harder. "So deep that you might be cumming twice." Now he is going mad, pounding at full speed. I am sure that people out there can hear the thudding against the wall. I sob at the fullness and thickness of his cock. It didn't help that I'm close to cumming, my pussy tightens around his cock in order to intensify the pleasure. "Yeah yeah." His eyes find my breast, bouncing with his thrusts. "Like that." "Suck my cock like that." "Fuck." "Tight. Tight. Tight." He rests his forehead to mine, halting his thrust. "Fuck baby. Why are you so tight?" I whine in response, frustrated by his halt. I am close to cumming, walls contracting around his cock madly. His breath is shallow, it means he feels that too. That mess inside my pussy that he made. However, my breath hitches when his thumb finds my clit again, this time with more pressure since he's not distracted with other things. "Cum," he orders, quickening the motion of his thumb. My walls contract again, this time squeezing him harder than before. It feels so good, behind fuck against the wall, the only thing I need to do is cum. "Cum on my cock baby." As he feels the tightening of my walls become stronger, he decides to give another hard thrust, making me shatter around his cock. "Fuck!" My body shakes from the long denial for orgasm, as well as the fullness of his meat inside me. My walls constricts violently, as a result of his thrust. Jaebum does not wait until I fully ride out my high. He starts pistoning his cock, even when I hiss at the oversensitivity. "Gonna make you cum again, baby." He swears, determine to hold to his words. "And cum with me." "I'll cum inside you, and you'll be full of my cum. Yeah, let that cum drip on the carpet." His pounding is inhumane at this rate, as well as my orgasm building extremely quick with his thrusts. "Let everyone know that GOT7’s JB fucks you really good." That last word triggers me, my pussy convulses again, more violently than before. Jaebum growls, reaching down to take one of my nipples in his mouth, thrusting again before he cums inside me, spraying my walls with his thick cum. His jaw goes slack, his bite on my nipple is painful but sets my insides on fire just again. Even when he's down from his high, his teeth grazes my sensitive bud and I clench immediately around him, making him groans sensitively. "God, Jaebum...." He caresses my ass gently, putting me down. Undoubtedly, my knees give out only to be supported by Jaebum's strong arms. Now that he's back from his high, he looks embarrassed with his actions. To prove that, he finds my clothes before he can properly tuck his cock inside his briefs. He looks funny with his limp cock untucked, but i would never tell him that. "Let me help you.” He winces when my hand touches his cock, probably not recovered yet from oversensitivity. I tuck his cock in, running my palm up and down his clothed cock. "Careful," he warns. "If you make it hard again, I'll make sure the whole plane wakes up at the sound of me fucking you against this wall." I gulp, pulling my hand away. He chuckles amusedly, helping me to find my coat and my cap which he has thrown carelessly on the floor and on the bed. Before he leaves the crew rest area, he turns to me, who is still fixing my cap. I feel his eyes on me, which I later realised that my panties is gone. "Jaebum!" He laughs, waving the said material in his hand. "I told you. I want you to walk with my cum around this plane." "Make that cum drip out of your pussy, make sure I can see the mess I made,” he grins. “Make sure Jinyoung can see the mess I made." I gasp at his words, feeling really embarrassed but extremely turned on. He winks, leaving the rest area. When I finally leave the rest area, Jinyoung is leaning against the wall, arms crossed. I remember what Jaebum said and my cheeks instantly tingle with embarrassment. He scoffs in return. "I can't believe he recorded that and forced me to listen to it." My mouth falls open from pure shock and Jaebum appears behind the wall. "I told you. I'm going to make you regret." He winked at me, before punching Jinyoung on his shoulder. "And I think we should do that again."

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daysswithyou · 5 years ago

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Fallen Chapter 24: Déja vu

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Characters: DAY6 Young K x OC (Rachel)

Warning!: Cursing and swearing, mentions of blood and bodily wounds

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Tear me apart,

Rip me to shreds,

Leave me as nothing but skin and bones,

An empty shell of what I used to be before.

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With the stars and moon hanging overhead, Younghyun dropped you off outside the female living area and made you promise that you’ll take a shower before meeting him for dinner an hour later. You nodded, mustering up a weak smile just to show him that you’re alright. You returned to an empty room; Esther should be with Jae now, presumably having a dinner date. You scrubbed your body vigorously in the shower, wanting to get rid of every last bit of dried salt clinging to your skin. Your skin was red, raw and tingling by the time you exited the shower but you could care less. At least you felt clean, clean from all the dark thoughts that previously clouded your mind, though you could never be fully cleansed of the painful memories. Walking along the hallways, you jumped when you saw someone waiting outside your door.

Bubblegum pink hair… classic red nails… This was Ayeon standing outside your room, no doubt about that. You gritted your teeth at the sight – seeing her always spelt trouble. Straightening your back, you ignored her but alas, before you could even get a grip on your doorknob, her voice had reached your ears.

“Drinks? My treat.”

“No thank you, I’ve got somewhere to be soon.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be such a wet blanket Rachel. It’s just harmless drinks.”

You turned around and crossed your arms before fixing Ayeon with your hardest stare.

“Really? The last time I checked, you don’t ever find me without good reason.”

Ayeon chuckled, but it was a mirthless laughter. Oh, how she wanted to scratch that stare off your face but not yet. Not now. Like a female lioness, patience will be her greatest virtue now – before she went in for the kill later.”

“Alright Rachel, you got me. I do have some things that I want to tell you.”

“You can just say it here.”

“I would need a little more time than that. So why not get comfortable over drinks?”

Ayeon lifted her red lips into a smile, and you knew that you weren’t actually left with a choice. Unless you went with her, she would not stop hounding you. You might as well get it done and over with.

“Wait here.”

You entered your room and slammed the door shut before leaning your back against it. You sent a quick text to Younghyun to tell him that you’ll be late – he didn’t need to know that you’ll be with Ayeon else things are going to get really messy. You swiftly switched off the phone screen once the message was sent. Remembering that she was still outside the door, you scrunched your face up in annoyance, gentling messaging your temple due to the massive headache that was currently splitting your brain open.

What the hell does she want with me?

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Ayeon decided to go to a bar by the beach and you mentally swore for agreeing to her stupid deal in the first place. Being on the beach again reminded you of today’s earlier events and you could feel the discomfort crawl under your skin, almost like a million ants were festering under your skin. But there was no way – no fucking way – that you’d admit this weakness to Ayeon. Suppressing your fear, you held your head up high as you walked behind her. As the bar got closer, you could hear the addictive tropical house beats blast from the stereo speakers, the occasional lyrics becoming clearer once you reached the hut. You recognise some of the people at the bar as your classmates and you gave them a small wave as a greeting. Some waved back but quickly frowned when they realised who you came with. Guess your bad relationship with Ayeon is still widely remembered by everyone. You heaved a sigh as Ayeon greeted the bartender with a smile and waved them over.

Let’s just survive this conversation, then go get dinner.

You’re broken from your reverie by her question.

“Martini for you?”

“Yes. Lime. Please.”

“One vodka for me, and one lime martini for the lady here. Charge both to my bill.”

You watched as Ayeon passed her black card over and you kept your gaze on her, expecting her to initiate conversation. But she merely glanced at you from the side of her eyes, smirking as she did so.

“You’re in no hurry, right? Let’s enjoy the music and ambience as we wait for the drinks.”

This bitch is playing with me. Fucking hell.

“Sure.”

You kept your voice levelled, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing that your blood was currently boiling inside because of her. Thank goodness Lady Luck was on your side tonight, for the drinks arrived shortly and you resisted the urge to gag when you saw the bartender throw a wink at Ayeon, to which she giggled like some love-struck main in a chick flick. You felt a vessel pop in your temple, and you quickly brought the drink up to your lips, hoping the hot liquid would distract you from that sight.

“Out with it Ayeon. I know you’re not here to enjoy my company. Say your piece, and then we can both part ways.”

“Ouch Rachel, I am hurt.”

You tsked at Ayeon and you saw the shift in her gaze. She released her lips from the rim of the glass cup before turning fully to face you.

“Since you’re so eager to leave, Rachel, I shall cut to the chase. I know about the deal, and I want Brian back.”

Upon hearing her words, you scoffed out loud with your tongue in cheek. The audacity of this bitch to want him back after all the damage she has done. Has she no shame?

“Ayeon, in case your memory fails you, perhaps I should remind you that you’re the one that broke up with first and then publicly humiliated him. After all the damage you’ve wrought on him, you want him back? Your shamelessness is truly astounding. Besides, you can’t just ask for it back. It no longer belongs to you.”

You expected Ayeon to land a harsh slap across your face for insulting you, but she merely pulled her lips back into a smile, showing off her perfectly neat rows of white teeth.

“Oh really? I think it does. Normally I would have taught you a lesson for insulting me but I shan’t waste my energy when I’ve got an easier method to deal with you.”

You watched as Ayeon tapped her phone screen a few times before your phone screen lighted up – as with all your other classmates surrounding you – with a notification from the school app.

You continued to glare at Ayeon. What game is she playing right now?

Ayeon doesn’t waver under your gaze, she merely picked up the stem of her glass delicately before bringing the clear liquid to her lips.

“Check it. I’m sure you’ll be very interested to see it’s content since it involves… a certain… someone.”

The bite in her last word made it clear who she’s referring to and your fingers moved on their own accord to swipe at the notification. A video post with no caption is presented to you and you pressed the play button. The whole video is dark due to poor lighting and you barely make out his figure until the moonlight shone across the planes of his face, illuminating his prominent, handsome nose.

Younghyun… but what the hell… why does he look so dishevelled… and that suit…

You recognised the suit now – it was the one that he wore when he showed up looking all dazed and frightened at your doorstep. The image of his fear-stricken face appeared in the forefront of your mind again, the harrowing image knocking the wind out of you. Audio emitted from your phone speakers again; someone was shuffling offscreen. When you saw her, that’s when you felt the phantom, ice cold hands wrap their fingers around your throat, slowly but surely squeezing the life out of you as it got harder to breathe with each passing second. You’d recognise that pink bubblegum hair anywhere – one that is currently sported by the same lady sitting in front of you in flesh.

The pair in the video was none other than Ayeon and Younghyun, the former whom now had Younghyun pinned against the wall as she aggressively sucked his face. Younghyun had one hand up her thigh, with the other on her lower back. Then, a flash of white hair in the video – Dowoon. Dowoon whom had accidently witnessed this sinful sight that very night. The weight of the truth finally hit you all at once, one that had you stumbling out of your chair as your phone clattered against the glass table top.

So, this was what happened that night. This was what Dowoon was trying to warn me about this entire time. Gosh… I’m such a fool. Younghyun cheated on me. Another guy fucking cheated on me – again. I’m so stupid for believing him… for believing that he loved me.

Against your wishes to not show an ounce of vulnerability in front on Ayeon, your body betrayed you as your throat ran dry, scalding tears already pooling at your lash line. Your grip on your phone is so strong that the screen almost cracked, your nails pierced into the soft flesh of your thigh and drew blood in the process. Ayeon snickered from her spot in front of you, relishing in the sight of your emotional torment. She broke you again – twice now. Oh, just how much more pathetic can you be?

“Like what you see Rachel? Told you his heart still belongs to me.”

Your body felt so weak due to the torrent of emotions currently raging within you – so incredibly weak that you can’t even make a sound to retort Ayeon. Then the sound of a suppressed giggle came from behind you and that has you snapping your head up to look at the person. Your classmate is currently stifling their laughter behind the palm of their hands, the fingers pointed at your pathetic self. More laughter erupted around the bar, some openly jeered at you now. This sort of scene… it’s all too familiar to you.

The canteen.

Jaebeom.

The public breakup.

It’s happening all over again – you’re the prey laid out in plain sight for all the wolves to see, before they closed in to rip you into shreds. Your head rung painfully with their shrill laughter; your heart hammering so painfully hard in your chest that you thought it might shatter your ribs. Your head is jerked back by Ayeon to face her, her perfectly manicured fingers digging viciously into your jaw,

With a sneer, she spat: “Go on, run Rachel. Run like you always do, run like the pathetic creature that you are. That’s what you do best anyways – running from all your problems.”

She then pushed you off to the side, sending you tumbling off the chair. She stopped short of kicking sand into your face – you looked wretched and pitiful enough. She didn’t feel the need to trod all over you again, you’re already doing a good job making yourself look absolutely miserable. Rising on wobbly and unsteady feet, you stumbled out of the bar, moving further away from the group of people that wanted nothing more than to tear you apart.

One step,

Then the second,

And another.

Soon, you’re thundering down the length of the beach, kicking up sand behind you as their laughter got softer and softer,

And then,

Silence.

The quiet static of cricket chirps filled your ears, the sound mixing up with the distant lapping of the waves upon the shore and the rustling of palm trees above you. It was quiet – just you against the world with your broken heart. On a normal night, you would have enjoyed the tranquil atmosphere and view; the stars still looked pretty hanging like shining crystals in the sky but tonight… your soul felt void. Completely drained and sucked dry of every good emotion in this cruel world – you honestly doubted that you’d be able to feel positive emotions after all the turmoil that you’ve gone through in your life, more so after tonight’s events. Younghyun’s cheating incident was really the last push that sent you tumbling over the edge, crashing into a million pieces with no hopes of ever being whole again. No matter how hard you tried, the unwanted images from before refused to leave your mind. Even when you squeezed your eyes shut, the cursed images kept replaying again.

Her lips on his…

His hands on her thighs…

The forsaken clothes on the floor.

One need not be told to know what happened next. The memory sent a shockwave through your body, and you lurched forward violently as your chest caved in on itself, forcing you onto the hard gravel, scrapping your knees and palms in the process. Yet, the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional turmoil within you. A strangled sob escaped you as the first tears streamed down your face like a thundering waterfall – never ending and soaking your outfit wet. You really did not want to make a fool of yourself and cry in public but you knew you could not keep it in anymore – else the pressure would kill you. So, there in the middle of the street, you wailed as you felt your heartstrings snapped. It was physically possible to die from a heartbreak and for a moment, you considered the possibility that you might. You were not sure how long you cried for – minutes? Hours? Time lost it’s meaning to you. After all – you no longer had an appointment to keep, or a place to be. You cried yourself dry, till you could not physically produce tears anymore. You felt like you were going to pass out any moment, and the first instinct would be to call Esther for help. To talk? To come and get you? Maybe both. You just knew that you wanted your best friend by your side now to hold you and tell you it’s going to be alright – because you no longer had the strength to say those words to yourself – maybe you needed someone to tell you so that you would believe it.

You tapped your phone screen weakly, only to realise that it had been damaged beyond repair during the incident just now. The screen was glitching – now it would be impossible for you to contact Esther. The additional distraught of being left with a damaged phone and no means to contact anyone caused another wave of frustration to bubble up within you and you let out a disgruntled sigh, the sound scratching against your hoarse vocal cords. With blurry vision, you slowly rose from the ground and stumbled forward. You didn’t know where to go – all you knew was that you wanted to go far away – to a place where no one would recognise you, and no one you knew could find you.

Away from Ayeon, away from Younghyun, away from this damned life that you led.

To leave things behind, you’d have to keep moving forward – and so you did. You dragged your limp body forward along the unknown path with no idea where it’ll lead you. Even when you walked right into the middle of the road, you didn’t notice until you saw a burst of light so bright that pain shot right through your eyes as the horrible screeching of tires pierced through the silent night, the smell of burning asphalt making you gag. It took you a few seconds to realise that you nearly got ran over by a car – almost, but not quite. The shock sent you collapsing onto the floor, scrapping your already wounded hands more. Any further abrasions and your skin might just be ripped to ribbons. The headlights of the car were inches from your face and when you lifted your eyes to look at the driver, you aren’t even surprised anymore.

She wanted you dead, maybe she was just making sure of it now. From her seat behind the wheel, Ayeon sneered at you. You’re a pest that just won’t die, constantly interfering in her life and making it difficult for her. And now? You nearly sent her to jail for an almost hit-and-run incident. The bright headlights gave Ayeon a clear view of you and she scoffed. Not only did you feel like a pest, you even looked like one. Disgusting – a creature that no one would want to look at. Your eyes were bloodshot from all the crying; no doubt. Your hair has fallen out of the neat braid it once was in, the strands of hair clinging to your face. Your nice outfit now stained with red, your perfect hands and feet now ruined from the damage you’ve caused yourself. Ayeon always knew you were… pathetic… but she never imagined this level of degradation that you would wreck upon yourself. Ayeon does not have sympathy to help you so she swerved her car and left you in her dust. Someone will pick you up eventually, or you could get run over by another car for real this time – she honestly could care less.

As for you, you just sat where Ayeon had left you, much too distraught to move yourself to a safer place. The world hates me so much, it’s trying to kill me now. It should have just now when it had the chance to. Why am I not dead yet? You chuckled darkly to yourself like a lunatic at your thoughts, pressing your forearm against your face. But the laughter soon gave way to more tears, though you previously thought you were incapable of producing more after crying yourself dry. You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve sat by the side of the road, listening as cars passed you by.

The next time you saw light, Esther’s face was right in front of yours. One look at you, and tears immediately brimmed in her eyes – a rare sight for someone as tough as her.

“Rachel… what happened to you?”

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The notification appeared on Esther’s phone screen when Jae went to get coconut drinks for them.

Ayeon? What’s the crazy gal up to again? Another video? What is this?

Esther pressed play and by the time Jae returned to her side, her face had turned ashen with her jaws clenched and lips pressed into a thin line.

“Esther? What’s wrong?”

“That bastard. That bastard that we call a friend. He cheated on Rachel.”

Jae nearly dropped the drinks when she turned to face him – never before has he seen such feral rage in her eyes, the fire blazing fiercer with each passing second.

“What are you talking about? What did Brain do?”

“This. This is what he did.”

Esther shoved her phone in Jae’s face and clicked play. Oh, now he knew. Now Jae knew why Esther was going mad with rage. There was no mistake about it – Brian and Ayeon are back together again. And now the whole world knew.

“I need to find Rachel. I need to tell her this before she finds out on her own.”

“Wait Esther, let’s not be brash. What if she’s seen it already?”

“Then all the more I need to be by her side to comfort her. Twice, this has happened to her. She’s gotten her heart broken by jerks that don’t deserve her. I know he’s your friend Jae, but this is where I draw the line. You don’t have to follow me, and I’m sorry but date night will have to wait.”

With that, Esther took off down the length of the beach, racking her brains on places that you might possibly be at. Jae returned the drinks to the stall owner before hollering after Esther, as the stall owner hollered at him to take the money back. She ran to the other end of the beach when she spotted you there. A speck in the middle of the road. That’s you for sure – she’d recognise your favourite sundress anywhere.

“RACHEL!”

Jae thought he would finally be able to catch up with Esther after running for so long, but he only groaned when he saw her picking up speed again. How she coulf outrun him despite all his basketball training still baffled him – he’s truly got one hell of a girlfriend.

When Esther finally got to you, she nearly stumbled back from the shock. Who did this to you? Who reduced you to this weeping, hollow shell of a person that she once knew as her best friend? The wounds – oh gosh the wounds were the worst. Long cuts across your legs and arms, the wounds festered for a long time; she could tell because of the dried blood against your white dress. Some were deep with gravel stuck between the gaping wounds, she could only pray that you would not need stitches but she was not optimistic. But it was your eyes that told your story without words – oh, how could someone’s eyes hold so much sorrow in them? The blood smeared across your face gave you a ghastly look, but it was really the look of anguish in your bloodshot eyes that broke Esther’s heart and forced tears through her eyes.

“Rachel… what happened to you? Who did this to you…that monster! The wounds… they look really bad. You must have been out here for so long so let’s get you to the hospital first alright? Those wounds must be cleaned before it gets infected.”

Esther moved to help you up gently, but you merely gripped onto her shirt tightly, pulling her down to sit beside you.

“It hurts Esther… it hurts…”

“I know Rachel, I know. That’s why we got to get them cleaned alright? Then they’ll hurt less once they’re recovering.”

“Not the… not the wounds. Here. It hurts here. It hurts so much I think I might just die.”

“Where…? Oh, oh no, Rachel please don’t cry. He’s not worth your tears… please don’t cry…”

When Esther finally looked down at you, you weren’t holding onto your wounds in pain like a normal person would. Instead, you were clutching onto your heart, fisting the fabric above that area so hard that you might tear the material at any time. Nothing could compare to the emotional pain that was still wrecking your body at this point in time. Even Jae – whom was watching in the background – felt anger slowly rise within him for the pain his friend had caused you. No one deserved to suffer through this sort of emotional torture. Brian had disappointed him, and all of them. As you continued to sob into Esther’s embrace, Jae’s phone rung in the background.

Brain Kang calling

Not now Brian.

Jae’s phone continued ringing, and when Jae finally lifted his eyes to look at Esther, he knew that she could never forgive him.

“If it’s Brian calling, tell that bastard to get lost, and never appear in front of my sight again. I will rip him to shreds if he does, I could never forgive him for what he had done to her.”

Jae gulped, swiping the red button as the world around you went black.

Like déjà vu, your whole world came crashing down on you.

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knives-out21 · 5 years ago

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Inglourious Boyfriends - Part 7

Fandom: Inglourious Basterds (2009)

Pairing: Joshua Margolis (OC) x Lt. Aldo Raine

Word Count: 3045

Warning: Spoilers For Inglorious Basterds,

Note: This Is Part 7, And OOOH, Is This Where Shit Gets Good! We May Be Drawing Close To The End, But Fear Not. I’m Gonna Be Posting A Series For Donny, And Another OC. A Trans FtM OC, By The Name Of Mordecai Rosenthal. Anyways, Let’s Enjoy The Present.

“You Jerry-bangin', Limburg-smellin'..." Aldo panted, just about feeling Joshua's elbow touch his. He heard a familiar German voice, and suddenly the Nazis let go of both him and Joshua.

“As Stanley said to Livingstone, Lieutenant Aldo Raine, I presume? And the wonderful Lieutenant Joshua Margolis" Hans mocked, sounding like he was standing right in front of Aldo.

"Hans Landa." Aldo said, under the black bag.

Joshua heard a truck engine start from behind them.

"You two have had a nice, long run together, Aldo, Joshua. Alas, you're both now in the hands of the SS. My hands to be exact".

"Yea, yea, and if those oily hands go anywhere on Joshua, I'll break free, right here, right now, and chop you in half like a goddamn wiener schnitzel" Aldo growled.

"Ah, fear not, Aldo. They've been waiting a long time to touch you, first" Hans cackled, tapping where Aldo's nose is."Once I'm through with you, I'll see what I can do with little Joshy boy over here. Certainly nothing like his father's friend did" he giggled, turning to look at Joshua.

Aldo flinched back when Hans touched him, anger bubbling up inside when Hans mentioned Joshua- let alone, when Hans called his Joshua 'Joshy', and mentioned what had happened to HIS Joshy.

"Caught you flinching".

Aldo head-butted Hans aggressively, ending in Joshua and him getting pushed into the back of the truck by Nazis."You had it comin', you had it comin', asshole! Touch me, again, Kraut-burger. So much as mention goin' anywhere NEAR Joshua, and I'll break yer bones!" He threatened, as the Nazis forced Joshua and him to sit down.

Once the truck started to drive off, Joshua leaned his head on Aldo's shoulder, exhausted, and still a little scared.

"Y'okay, sunshine?" Aldo mumbled, turning to where he felt Joshua.

Joshua hummed softly."St-Still, uh, still kinda scared" he confessed."It's not like they'll do...what- what he did to me, right?" He asked, voice cracking.

"Ah, don't worry 'bout it. We'll get outta here in no time, go round the boys up, and make sure all hell truly breaks loose. Baby, I'm right here, okay? I'd hold you if I could, but, clearly I can't...I love you, Joshua" Aldo quietly reassured, his arm grazing against Joshua's.

"I love you too, Aldo" Joshua returned.

After a few beats of slightly-comfortable silence, another voice spoke up. This time, a welcome one."Is that you, Lieutenants? Joshua?".

"Yea- Utivich?" Aldo called, sitting up straight, as did Joshua.

Joshua sighed in relief."Utivich! Ugh, I'm so happy t'see- uh, hear ya. I missed you, brother" he grinned under the black bag.

"Do you know what happened to Donny?" Utivich asked, sniffling."Omar? The woman?" He shakily added, voice wobbling.

"No, we do not. Most we know is that some Nazi named Hans Landa brought her into a room after Donny and Omar entered the theater room" Joshua explained."Utivich, are you...okay? Y'sound like yer cryin'".

Utivich didn't reply.

"Utivich?".

"I'm fine" he muttered."Just- Just as scared as you are" Utivich whimpered.

Joshua cooed softy."Listen t'me, Smithson. We're- We're gonna be fine, alright? As long as we got Aldo, we'll be alright".

"Okay" Utivich whispered.

The truck slowly came to a stop, the three Basterds hearing the front doors open. They heard footsteps come around to the back, unlocking something and felt arms pulling them out of the back, one by one. Individually, Aldo, Joshua, and Utivich were pushed inside some building, into a room and shoved down into three chairs, side by side.

Their black bags were pulled off their faces, Utivich gasping in response while Aldo squeezed his eyes shut and shook his hair out from his face; Joshua inhaled sharply, blowing a stray strand of hair from his eyes. Utivich looked up at the Nazis that escorted them inside, the three men all finally locking eyes with Hans, across the table in front of them.

Hans had a proud smile on his face."Tell me, Aldo, if I were sitting where you're sitting, would you show me mercy?" He asked, quizzically.

Aldo smirked, tilting his head back and squinting, suspicious.

Joshua and Utivich turned to look at him in unison.

"Nope." He blankly replied, giving Hans half of a full head-shake.

Hans sighed, turning to Utivich."What is that English expression about shoes and feet?" The Nazi asked, gesturing to his own feet.

Joshua answered for him, "'Looks like the shoe is on the other foot', I was just thinkin' o'that".

Hans smiled at him."Your looks truly deceive you. Good-looking and smart. Sadly, not smart enough to know that no one would believe those claims you made of what your father's friend allegedly did to you" he shrugged, smile growing when Aldo scowled. Landa gestured for the Nazis to leave, the guards immediately following their orders and exiting the room. This left Hans, Aldo, and Joshua alone, as Aldo craned his head to watch the guards stop to stay alert outside the room.

Aldo, as he turned back around, looked at Utivich, who was holding a dead, empty stare on Hans. He checked on Joshua quickly, wanting to take a look at him first before paying attention to Hans; though, he had his knee pressed against Josh's. The two of them always shared subtle touches like that when they weren't able to directly talk to one another, or be able to get any physically closer.

"So you're Aldo the Apache" Hans nodded in disbelief.

"So yer the Jew Hunter" Aldo returned, not noticing Joshua's gaze on the scar around his neck.

"I'm a detective. A damn good detective. Finding people is my specialty, so naturally, I've worked for the Nazis finding people, and yes, some of them were Jews, but Jew Hunter?" The Colonel snorted as if it were a mildly-funny joke."Just a name that stuck".

"Well you do have to admit-" Utivich started, Joshua cutting him off with "it is catchy".

"Even more catchy than 'Pineapple Bomb'?" Hans shot back, resting an arm on the table as he looked Joshua in the eyes."Tell me, where did that nickname even come from? I will admit, you do appear as fresh as a newly-picked fruit-" he held back a grin when Aldo turned to glare at him, "but I may need some backstory".

"It's 'cause Joshua is skillful at usin' explosives, and looks sweet while doin' it" Aldo replied, eyeing Joshua and his messy hair.

Hans nodded, looking Joshua up and down."I'm sure you do, Joshy" he winked playfully, Joshua looking physically disgusted.

"Don't call him Joshy" Aldo spoke through grit teeth, about ready to free his hands and fist-fight the Colonel.

The Colonel laughed, turning to Utivich to pester him."Do you control the nicknames your enemies bestow on you? Aldo the Apache, Pineapple Bomb, and the Little Man?".

Aldo winced softy, biting his lip as he looked away to not register Utivich's reaction.

"What do you mean the Little Man?" Utivich's voice went soft.

Hans shrugged once again, "Germans' nickname for you".

"The Germans' nickname for me is the Little Man?".

"And as if to make my point, I'll also admit, I'm a little surprised at how tall you are in real life. I mean, you're a little fellow, but not circus-midget little as your reputation would suggest".

"Alright, alright, alright, ugh” Joshua cut in."Utivich, brother-".

"Brother?" Hans looked surprised.

"Not by blood, dumbass" Joshua huffed."He's not serious. I- I mean, c'mon. If the Nazis could rip off the swastika from the Sanskrit svastika for supposed 'good fortune' or 'well-being', surely they could think up a better name than Little Man. Plus, look at Landa. I doubt he’s any taller than you. Why did the Nazis let this short man join, anyway? Guys, he’s built like a dwarf" he sassed. Joshua always jumped at the chance to come at anyone who ever tried Utivich, as he said, the man’s like a brother to him.

Hans tutted, shaking his head."Big talk from a soldier who's nothing without Aldo being able to protect his pretty little face, especially like he couldn't supposedly protect you from your father's friend" he pursed his lips, eyebrows raising as he could feel Aldo give him the dagger-glare."I'll have so much fun tearing you apart".

Joshua raised his head confidently, leaning closer to Aldo.

"Joshua Margolis..." Hans breathed, scanning the Captain."I remember seeing your name cover newspapers around ten years ago. You can't be serious when you say you expected people to believe you, hmm? Such a disgrace, lying for attention. Who would believe that your father's friend would ever have the audacity to do that to you, to ra-".

"Where's my men?" Aldo changed the topic."Where's Bridget Von Hammersmark?".

Joshua turned to look up at Aldo, biting the edge of his lip as his chest grew heavy in a pain of it's own. He may have sounded casual when asking Hans about where Omar and Donny were, but Joshua heard the faint, underlying voice crack in that question. Growing up with Aldo, Joshua knows him, and he knows how much Aldo truly cared for the Basterds, all of them.

Hans inhaled, looking down."Well, let's just say, she got what she deserved. And when you purchase friends like Bridget Von Hammersmark, you get what you pay for" he hissed, Joshua's whole body going rigid in shock."Oh, no, hopefully you weren't too close to her already?" Landa ridiculed, turning to Joshua."Ah, who am I kidding? All night, it's been more than clear where your affections lie..." the Colonel slowly panned his gaze from Joshua, cold eyes landing on Aldo, who stared right back at him."Disgusting. As if you weren't scum of the earth enough, already. No wonder you'll end up burning in hell" he spat, eyes flickering between Aldo and Joshua.

Joshua huffed, stern gaze on Landa."Ugh, l-like we need a malnourished Nazi-fuck tellin' us how to live our goddamn lives".

"Now, as far as your paesanos, Sergeant Donowitz and and Private Omar..." he ignored Joshua, leaning back in his seat.

"How you know our names?" Aldo cut off, Utivich now looking at him.

"Lieutenant Aldo, if you don't think I wouldn't interrogate every single one of your swastika-marked survivors..." Hans adjusted how he sat, shaking his head in shame."Then one, clearly you aren't as bright as your beau over here" he pointed out, looking at Joshua like he was old gum under his shoe."And two, we simply aren't operating on the level of mutual respect I assumed".

"No, I guess not" Aldo agreed.

"Well, back to the whereabouts of your two Italian saboteurs" Hans tapped the wooden table, dusting off his uniform."As of this moment, both Omar and Donowitz should be sitting in the very seats we left them in. Double-zero twenty-three and double-zero twenty-four, if my memory serves. Explosives still around their ankles, still ready to explode, and your mission- some would call a terrorist plot- as of this moment, is still a go".

Utivich and Joshua locked eyes in fear- their best friend, alongside Omar, was going to explode, blissfully unaware that Bridget's dead, and the three of them were captured.

"That's a pretty exciting story, what's next, ‘Eliza On Ice’?" Aldo looked around the room, disinterested, cracking a proud-of-himself smile when Joshua snorted. He swiped his thigh against Josh's, needing a constant reminder that Joshua was right there, that they were together- that's how it always should be.

Joshua may have found what Aldo said funny, but he caught the look of sadness, and pain, that flashed over Aldo's eyes at the idea of Omar and Donny dying.

Joshua and Aldo were all the other one had, until Donny and the Basterds came into the picture; both of their parents died already, so they really had no big family to return to. The Basterds were all they had, now, too. Aldo and him could have had the opportunity to save Wicki, Hicox, and Stiglitz, but with Hans holding them hostage, there was no way they could possible be able to save the others. Sure, their sacrifices could win the war, but if there's one thing Joshua knows, it's that Aldo may as well end up laying awake at night, years after this one, wishing this all could have gone differently.

Joshua knows for a fact that he'll be doing the same.

"However," Hans crossed both his arms on the table, now ignoring Aldo."All I have to do is pick up this phone right here, inform the cinema, and your plan is kaput".

"If they're still here, and if they're still alive, and sadly, that's one big if, there ain't no way yer goin' to take them boys without settin' off them bombs".

"I have no doubt. And yes, some Germans will die, yes, it will ruin the evening, and yes, Goebbels will be very, very, very mad at you for what you've done to his big night. But you won't get Hitler, you won't get Goebbels, you won't get Göring, and you won't get Bormann. And you need all four to end the war. But if I don't pick up this phone right here," Hans tapped the phone on the table between them, "you may very well get all four. And if you get all four, you end the war...tonight".

"Ah, that's all fun and- and games, Dr. Seuss, but ya didn't need t'say it twice. We're not the stupid ones in this room" Joshua insulted, Aldo giving him a pleased glance.

"Whatever. Gentlemen," Hans rolled his eyes, bringing out four wine glasses and pouring red wine equally into all of them."Let's discuss the prospect of ending the war, tonight. So, the way I see it, since Hitler's death or possible rescue rests solely on my reaction, if I do nothing, it's as if I'm causing his death even more than yourselves, wouldn't you agree?".

"I guess so" Aldo blinked slowly.

"How about you, Utivich?" Hans inquired, placing three wine glasses in front of the Jews, who couldn't even drink them, given that their hands were literally tied.

Utivich glanced down at the glass in front of him, then back up at Colonel Landa."I guess so, too".

"And what about you, Prettyboy Basterd?" Hans teased, turning to Joshua.

Joshua silently looked to Aldo, nodding and mumbling "yea".

"Gentlemen, I have no intention of killing Hitler, and killing Goebbels, and killing Göring, and killing Bormann. Not to mention, winning the war single-handedly for the Allies, only later to find myself standing before a Jewish tribunal" Landa paused for effect."If you want to win the war tonight, we have to make a deal" he smiled hopefully.

Aldo leaned back like he was in a spa, Utivich and Joshua not budging."What kind of deal?".

"The kind you wouldn't have the authority to make. However, I'm sure this mission of yours has a commanding officer. A general. I'm betting for...OSS would be my guess" Landa rhymed, annoying Joshua further. He exclaimed in excitement when none of the three men answered, saying "that's a bingo!".

Joshua looked confused; that's not how you say it.

"Is that the way you say it? 'That's a bingo'?".

"You just say 'bingo'" Joshua corrected.

"Bingo! How fun!". The smile quickly vanished from Hans' face."But I digress, where were we? Yea! Making a deal. Over there is a very capable two-way radio" he pointed to the radio in the room behind them, from which they came from."And sitting behind it is a more-than-capable radio operator named...Hermann" Landa remembered, or probably just guessed."Get me someone on the other end of that radio with the power of the pen to authorize my...let's call it, the terms of my conditional surrender. If that tastes better going down".

Aldo sat back up again, leaning in."You know, where Joshua and I are from-".

"Yea? Where is that, exactly?" Hans cut him off in question, as if interviewing him.

"Maynardville, Tennessee" Aldo smiled, reminiscing the old days of when it was just Joshua and him, growing up, sneaking moonshine liquor while they were too young to drink, and even younger, when Joshua had to teach Aldo how to spell 'Tennessee'. It's better nowadays, because Joshua continuously pulls the "because yer the only ten-I-see" line on Aldo, which makes him a pile of lovey-dovey goo every time."We've done our share of bootleggin’” he explained, Joshua nodding along in accordance."Up there, you can engage in what the federal government calls illegal activity-".

"Which I'm sure you two engaged in a lot" Hans assumed, blinking between Joshua and Hans.

Joshua nodded, very clearly unashamed.

"And which I'm sure Joshua wished his father's friend did to him, seeing as he went as far as to lying about the man rap-".

"He wasn't finished!" Joshua barked, a certain animosity in his eyes. He glanced up at Aldo, quickly forcing himself to calm down. If Hans didn't believe Josh, so what? He remembers that incident, clear as day (much to his distaste), as does he remember how his dad's friend took advantage of him. That haunting memory is more proof than anything that it happened.

"But...But what we call just a man tryin' to make a livin' for his family sellin' moonshine liquor, it behooves oneself to keep his wits" he finished, Aldo nodding for verification."Long story short, we hear a story too good to be true, it ain't" he forced a cheeky smile onto his face.

Hans nodded blankly."Sitting in your chairs, I would probably say the same thing. And nine-nine-nine point nine-nine-nine times out of a million, you two cheeky boys would be correct. But in the pages of history, every once in a while, fate reaches out and extends its hand".

Aldo, Joshua, and Utivich stared at Hans silently.

Hans outstretched his arms, shrugging carelessly."What shall the history books read?".

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cero-tia · 5 years ago

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LFRP - A’panghur Tia

Please come meet the Cero of an alternate timeline--the cat he would have been if Dalamud hadn’t fallen down and conked him on the noggin.

Full Name: A'panghur Tia

Gender and Sex: Male and about an 82 on the 1-100 Femme/Masc scale

Pronouns: He, him, his

Ethnicity/Species: Ala Mhigan Seeker Miqo'te, of the A tribe

Birthplace and Birthdate: 5th day of the 4th Umbral moon, the month of Rhalgr

Guilty Pleasures: Curling up nearly anywhere with a good book. Dancing, especially at dawn. Oranges. Herbal sachets with scents that remind him of home. Pressing flowers from foreign lands that he sends back to his sisters in the Peaks. Using his carbuncle to help him cheat in street scuffles.

Phobias: After a time, Panghur’s letters home stopped making it through, and he stopped receiving any. His memories of home are muddled with time, as he was only 9 when he left to come to Eorzea, but he recalls the threatening armored faces of the soldiers who were already starting to occupy Ala Mhigo. He is hyper aware of Garlean influence, appearance, names, etc in the people around him, and it puts him on edge to even think about them. Other than this totally rational leeriness about the people who subdued his own, he is unfortunately without much fear (although some would argue he hasn’t got the good sense to be afraid when he should be).

What They Would Be Famous For: Probably for saving whole cities again and again? Panghur is a Warrior of Light, and was present for at least some of the campaigns that the Scions instigated to counter the threat of primal uprisings. After the Calamity, he became a prominent figure in the adventuring circles, specifically in those pertaining to the freeing of Ala Mhigo. He was at the fall of Baelsar’s Wall, and was at the battle to see his homeland freed from oppression.

I may find more depth to his story as I experience it fresh while I am leveling him–so far it is a bit vague, and I know a great deal more about how Cero managed the post-Calamity Eorzea than I know how Pangur did. Expect updates!

What Have They / Would They Gotten Arrested For: Inciting a riot, spray painting pro-Resistance propaganda, dumb mischief (that he always talks himself out of), espionage, being a rebel in a time of oppression. Either extremely light, slap-on-the-wrist stuff, or extremely serious, bag-over-your-head-in-the-middle-of-the-night stuff.

OC(s) You Ship Them With: No OCs yet! He’s still building connections to the RP community.

OC Most Likely To Murder them: No OCs hate him that much yet, but I would love to find him a Garlean antagonist.

Favorite Book Genre: Panghur devours tomes of magical theory and practical application. He has a large library in his Ul'dah apartment of books he’s collected over the years. Prize among them are his hard-to-find and definitely illegal-to-own books on the forbidden Black magics.

Least Favorite Book Cliche: He doesn’t hate any books, but he just rolls his eyes at romantic bodice-busters and other hyperbolic brain rot prose. It doesn’t stop him from reading them, now and then.

Talents and/or Powers: Panghur is a canon Warrior of Light, and his Echo manifests as a canny ability to read faces and the occasional fit of visions.

He is also a powerful Archmage, having studied at the three major schools of magic from the time he was but nine summers old. His powers of summoning and thaumaturgy are explosive and cleverly wielded, but also have the calm, controlled experience of the balance of conjury to hone them. He favors his emerald carbuncle, Emeraulde, and is not above throwing rocks when all else fails.

Panghur is also, and has always been, cocksure and precocious. As a young child he was full to the brim of magical talent, and though he has tempered his boastful confidence somewhat upon maturing, he is still very smart, and knows it, and uses it to his advantage when it comes to outsmarting Garlean patrols or haggling down a used-book vendor in the markets.

Why Someone Might Love Them: He fights fiercely for his homeland. He loves his family and wants to make Ala Mhigo safe for them, and for everyone else’s family. He is clever and delights in making people laugh. He isn’t afraid to get down and dirty in a fight, especially if someone needs defending. He’s got a beautiful face, and the most charming freckles you ever did see over his golden desert-cat tan. If he loves you, he’ll make sure you know it every day.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: He feels passionately about the freedom of his homeland, and can be aggressive about his feelings if he feels he’s not being listened to or taken seriously (imagine Alexander Hamilton standing on a table demanding to know ‘where the ammunition’s at’). His confidence can come off as arrogant or boastful. He likes to be at the center of the action, and can appear bossy if he gets wrapped up in what’s going on. He studies (in secret) forbidden magic. He has used his carbuncles to table top people he feels need to be taken down a peg, more than once.

How They Change: When he began his journey to Eorzea, Panghur was a precocious child of 9, spouting off bursts of magic because he could, with little thought to finesse or control. In Limsa Lominsa, he learned how to summon, and how to make friends with dock rats and street urchins, and how to run around behind adults backs to have fun and get in trouble and explore.

In Gridania, he learned conjury, and the importance of balance, and healing, and slowing down to appreciate the small things, the quiet things, the weak and soft things. He learned how to temper his exuberance with meditation and inner-contemplation, and how to strategize.

In Ul'dah, he learned how to blow shit up. He learned a lot more about thaumaturgy than just that, but that was the big part. He learned how to sweet talk high-class movers and shakers, how to navigate the behind-the-scenes powers of the upper crust and the lowest street scum. He learned about the Resistance.

He’s rediscovering himself after waking up post-Calamity, with the world five years older and the war that much further progressed in his homeland. Now he has thrown himself into the fight to free Ala Mhigo, even as he struggles to find old friends and connections and works cheerfully to make new ones.

Why You Love Them: I first came up with Cero years and years before I started playing FFXIV, and I had to play with his backstory a lot to fit him into the lore of the game. What I came up with was a smarter, cleverer version of Cero that had suffered a traumatic brain injury that lead to amnesia, and once I had that concept, A'panghur began simmering quietly in the back of my head.

I’m just very excited to flesh him out and see what he leads to, because he’s the part of Cero that never forgot his family, or his own strength. He’s a different personality than I often play, and I am very eager to see where his development leads!

#ffxiv rp #ff14 rp #ffxiv roleplay #balmung roleplay #ffxiv lfrp #I thought I put a Read More in here but I don't see it on mobile oh well

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agustdomain · 7 years ago

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Steal My Heart Away {FINAL}

Synopsis: It seemed it was time heartbreak sought you out, yet it was unexpected that the boy who stole your heart would deal you that painful hand.

Word Count: 13 k

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Language

Member: Hyunjin, ft. Mark&Donghyuck of NCT

A/N: This song seemed to suit Hyunjin and the OC very well, especially during the final scene. So thought I would share.

PART ONE

8:47 pm and you were wondering how exactly you went this long without hitting Donghyuck, and you were pretty confident that you weren’t the only one feeling the same frustration.

“This was a bad idea.” Nancy mumbled, giving Donghyuck a deadpan look before fishing out a pair of headphones and drowning him out, beginning to furiously type away at her laptop. It wasn’t that easy for you, your frustration only continuing to build as you stared at him chewing his gum obnoxiously, groaning loudly as he played whatever ludicrous game that had become his latest obsession on his phone.

“Dude, you need to be quiet. The library closes in a little bit over an hour, and you have been nothing but loud as hell since we’ve gotten here. Which, might I remind you, was two hours ago,” Mark hissed, his hair standing up at crazy angles due to his stress. That’s essentially how all of you were on this fateful Sunday, the Sunday leading into the last week before spring break. It was midterms week and you were all very close to your respective meltdowns, hanging on by a thread. They all ultimately revealed themselves in specific ways, Mark’s usually being hiding himself away from everyone until all of his exams were over, while Donghyuck was the type to shut down and get highly distracted by everything other than studying. Somehow, Donghyuck had started his distracted nature a little earlier than usual. And it was driving you all crazy.

Donghyuck had previously ignored Mark’s words, only continuing to make little comments here and there about his game. It only got worse, even going as far as shouting out angrily. A security guard that was posted nearby gave Donghyuck a glare, telling him to quiet down, which led to the latter offering up a half-hearted apology. He was easily a distraction, you yourself being caught up in watching him with your growing annoyance. His loud gum popping was your last straw, you slamming down your pencil. “Shut. Up.”

His eyes trailed to you, his gaze lazy as he uttered, “Make me.”

You gritted your teeth, your eyes most likely flashing. But he was never the type to back down. Tzuyu was a testament to that, especially these days. Only Mark had brought it up once in the past couple of days, but Donghyuck hadn’t really offered up any explanation. Any time Tzuyu hung out with you guys, an argument always rose between the two of them, so most days she opted out of hanging out. It made you sad, but Hyuck was incredibly stubborn, incessantly annoying these days. Yet, even though he was more unbearable, you couldn’t deny how closer the two of you had gotten in the past week. Heartbreak did love company indeed.

Because you didn’t feel like getting thrown out of the library, you simply followed in Nancy’s shoes and pulled out your headphones. Well, you tried. You quickly realized that you had forgotten your headphones at home.

“Even if you had your headphones, you couldn’t drown me out. I’m just that irresistible,” Donghyuck offered up, shooting you a grin before his game grabbed your attention. Mark gave him a look of disbelief before meeting your gaze. You narrowed your eyes at him before sighing. Studying with your friends, especially the last day before midterms week, was a bad idea. But alas, you have to utilize the time you have to learn from your mistakes.

Finally, Donghyuck managed to quiet down, allowing each of you some time to crank out some of the stress-inducing studying or homework. The time left in the library quickly waned down, until it was five minutes until closing time and the library’s designated security guard was yelling that it was time to pack up.

“I have to say, this was a productive get-together,” Donghyuck announced as he stretched out his arms, cracking a smile at your guys’ looks of disapproval.

“You drive me crazy,” Mark mumbled, not saying anything as he shouldered his backpack and headed for the exit. Nancy simply didn’t say a word, following after him. You decided to hang back, slowly packing up your stuff and seeing if Donghyuck would say anything. Because he remained quiet, you decided to take the opportunity to speak yourself.

“I don’t know why you shut down today of all days, but you should be more considerate of us, Hyuck. We just wanted to get work done.”

He refused to meet your gaze, probably feeling how scorching it was if your scolding tone wasn’t enough of a sign. He sighed heavily before moving to put away all of his own belongings, staying quiet as you stood there and waited for him. Once he was done, he stepped close to you, the heat from his body offering up a surprising warmth that contrasted the coldness of the library. Leaning to your ear, you held your breath as he uttered, “I did too. I couldn’t though. My apologies.”

You shoved him away, scoffing at his odd behavior before leading the way towards the exit. Not paying him any mind, you decided to continue your lecture. “It’s just… I know how considerate you are. Actually, if it weren’t for these past couple of days, I wouldn’t have known how sweet you actually can be,” you ignored his whine of protest, “But sometimes you can be so… unbearable. Why do you have to push our buttons so much sometimes?”

You stepped out into the darkness of the night, the air just as brisk outside as it was in the library. The streetlights were further up ahead, lighting up the parking lot. You and your friends had been almost the last people left in the establishment, and although it was quite creepy, you felt safe with Donghyuck near you. Because you still stood near the exit, however, you and Donghyuck were shrouded in darkness. He chose to grab at you in the darkness, his hands clasping your shoulder and preventing you from walking. Confused, you turned to him, straining your eyes to try and see his face. You gave up though, opting to listen for what he would say.

He whispered into the dark and cold air, “I’m sorry. Really, I am. Sometimes… my thoughts are too much. And I do anything I can to distract myself. Anything. Even if it means annoying the crap out of you guys. But I know I should stop.”

For once, you were stumped on what to say, how to make it better. Your heart ached for him, your mind flashing to the night that you guys had discovered a painful similarity between the two of you. You pushed the thought away, though, because you were not going to be reminded of him if you could help it. So you did the next best thing: you reached out into the dark, found his hand and slipped your fingers through his own. You squeezed his hand, hoping to offer up any sort of comfort to the restless boy’s heart. He squeezed back, and you felt a breath of relief leave your lungs. You didn’t quite understand how close the two of you had gotten, but you embraced it. He was a beacon in the storm that your feelings had become in the light of your dramatic fallout with Hyunjin.

At the sound of Mark’s call, you simultaneously let go of each other’s hand and start heading towards the car, your thoughts probably leading you in different places. Yours, of course, falling on the guy who had caused all your discomfort these days.

Hwang Hyunjin. Ah, you would have never guessed that he would be the downfall of your feelings, but ever since the atrocious fiasco that had occurred between the two of you, you couldn’t bear the sight of him. But it wasn’t because of the initial rejection that you had felt, no, it was because of your embarrassment. You were embarrassed for acting like a fool, for being incredibly hurtful to him, and frankly you weren’t sure how to approach the subject. Thankfully, he didn’t seem keen on approaching you either, so you guys had respectfully avoided each other for the most part. The only communication that had occurred between the two of you was about the upcoming presentation you were going to do together, and even that was the bare minimum. Unfortunately, the presentation was happening on Thursday, and you were aware that you would inevitably have to practice presenting together. You dreaded the thought.

“Who are you riding with, Y/N?” Mark asked when you guys were closer, and then grabbed you to whisper, “Please say me. If I drive Hyuck home, I might knock him out.” You pulled back and gave him an incredulous look before patting his cheek affectionately and saying, “Nancy, I’m riding with you!”

You winked at Mark, his devastated look being a reason for you to laugh and head in the direction of Nancy’s car. Passing by Hyuck, he reached out to ruffle your hair obnoxiously. You pushed him gently before getting into Nancy’s car, ignoring the boys’ hollering. Sometimes the boys drove you crazy, but you seriously didn’t know what you would do without them.

As Nancy began the drive to your house, you chose to play a song that you had recently been obsessed with, the slow and dark tone filtering through the car. You turned up the music, leaning your head back and letting your eyes flutter shut. Compared to your other friends, Nancy was someone you could count on that wouldn’t pry. If you opened up to her, it was on your own accord. It was nice, and you silently thanked her for being so incredibly patient. If you had rode with Mark, you knew he would ask questions. Because truth be told, your closeness with Donghyuck after the party was pretty conspicuous. Mark had already slightly prodded, but you had both brushed him off. You were sure he thought it was something else, something more than what it was, but you didn’t feel like explaining yourself. You didn’t feel like telling them about your embarrassing moment with Hyunjin. You didn’t want to tell them about how you were a jerk.

The music washed over you, calming your nerves and allowing you to think about that night once again. It bothered you how often it sprung into your mind, and it always seemed to make you angry at yourself. Tonight, the feeling was a little different. As the lyrics filtered into your mind, they settled, the words ringing and molding into your memories of Hyunjin. He had looked so enticing that night, his hair ruffled and not as neat when he had leaned back on the sofa beside you. His eyes flashing in the dim lighting of the room, his emotionless face boldly turned to you. His thick and full lips parting slightly at your words, how the proximity of his skin to yours made you feel overheated. When his fingertips skimmed the side of your neck, leaving you breathless, you could almost remember that exact feeling now.

As the song neared its end, you felt yourself doze off, the sensation of Hyunjin’s lips on yours almost palpable. Perhaps your sleepy nature was the reason you allowed yourself to indulge in these thoughts of him, when any other time you would forbid yourself. He wasn’t yours, and you shouldn’t be thinking of him or the kiss, when in reality you had went and screwed up the small friendship the two of you were molding together. On that drive home, with the music lulling you to sleep, you allowed yourself to dream of the mercurial boy that crept into your thoughts with the darkness of the night. You would never be that close to him again, your heart would never race by the touch of his quivering fingertips, of his calculated lips, and his eyes would never trail over you with the intimacy he used that night. But the tired mind never lies, and the reel that played behind your eyelids was one filled with Hyunjin. Oh, how he managed to steal your breath, your heart, your sanity. You wondered if you would ever feel normal again.

When Nancy shook you gently to wake you up, your sleepy gaze met hers, and you merely whispered, “He even plagues my dreams.”

She gave you a surprised look, before pursing her lips and turning her eyes to the road ahead. Sighing slightly, she managed to say, “Maybe that’s where he’s meant to stay. Your dreams.”

You were too sleepy to consider her words, sluggishly exiting the car and heading inside your house. It was only when you were falling asleep in bed that her words hit you, an unknown anger sparking within you, hardening your heart. It shocked you that she would say something like that, without fully knowing the situation. What shocked you even more, was the fact that your anger existed in the first place. You had screwed up what you had with Hyunjin, yet you were angry at Nancy’s implications of him being a mere dream. Letting your anger die, you fell asleep that night with a heavy heart, thoughts of Hyunjin being tainted with the sadness of regret.

You were walking to one of your classes the following day, your head in the clouds as you made your way across campus. Feeling someone begin to walk next to you, you glanced to your side and stiffened. The music and your previous thoughts were long forgotten, your eyes peeking at the person beside you. You didn’t even have to look at his face to know who it was, you could tell by his clothes.

Today he was clothed in a baggy black sweater, white lettering across the sleeve that you couldn’t read without being obvious. He was wearing black joggers, gray and black sneakers donning his feet. Always so casual, always so breathtaking. It angered you for the first time.

You side-eyed him, not saying anything. He had a black cap on, pulled down low so you couldn’t see his eyes. You turned your head, staring straight at the side of his face now, but he still remained quiet. You had nothing you really wanted to say to him, so you focused on straight ahead once more, not bothering to take your headphones out. He continued to walk beside you, his stature being a painful reminder of what had unfolded between you. You wanted to scoff at yourself, mentally scolding yourself and trying to coax yourself into striking up a conversation. Fortunately for you, he solved your problem for you when you reached the outside of your next class. Before you could walk inside, his fingers grazed your upper arm gently, and that was enough to get you to stop walking.

You stepped out of reach, angling your body so that your back wasn’t to him. You slowly reached upward and pulled out your headphones, making sure that your face was as stoic as possible. You watched as his head slowly raised, his eyes being revealed as they connected with yours upon first glance.

Waiting for him to speak, you calmly wrapped up your headphones, gripping them in your hand before directing your attention back to him. You would never allow yourself to show it, but you were highly nervous. Your heart was pumping frantically, jumping whenever your eyes found his, who had yet to look away from your face. You didn’t understand how good-looking he was, even though he was so much more than his looks. You didn’t understand that even after that atrocious night at the party, that your heart was still in his hands.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” You raised your eyebrows at that, and he nervously chuckled, his eyes flickering away before finding your face again. It was like it was nearly impossible for him to look away for too long, and the thought was unsettling. Did he look at you as some low and rejected girl that acted pathetically when he rejected her? Did he hate you for the things you said? Your thoughts were swept away when he continued speaking.

“What I mean is, I know we both finished our parts of the project. And we present Thursday… I think it’s in our best interest to practice presenting together. I mean, I know you probably don’t want to, but uh… I don’t know, I think it’ll help us out if we practice. Otherwise we might look lost up there…” He trailed off, opting to take off his hat and shake out his hair, threading his fingers through the strands and attempting to fix his “messy hair”. You wanted to scoff at the sight. How did his hair still manage to look nice even though it was being trapped by a hat all day?

“That’s a good idea. I was planning to reach out and set up a date to practice, I just didn’t know when.”

Hyunjin nodded frantically, saying, “Yeah, yeah. Definitely. We should be prepared.”

You nodded, not knowing what else to say and hating yourself for it. He was trying, that was easy to see. He didn’t seem to hate you, at least not in this moment, and your heart melted at the thought. You were a complete jerk to him by throwing something personal he told you in his face, and here he was, putting in an effort. You felt nervousness build up within, and just as you opened your mouth to address the tension, the minute bell rang.

He quickly pulled his hat over his head, walking backwards and towards the exit of the building, signifying that his class was probably across campus. He tilted his head upwards, his eyes locked on yours as he calmly slurred, “I’ll message you and we’ll set up when we’ll practice.” He even offered a friendly smile. You wanted to punch yourself.

You simply nodded, feeling like you were handcuffed to a train track with an oncoming train heading full-speed towards your helpless body. As you watched his retreating figure, you bitterly realized that it would be a long time before your heart wasn’t in his possession anymore. For now, you would have to patiently wait for the day to come in which you could truthfully say that you weren’t stuck on the boy who couldn’t convey his emotions.

The following afternoon, your stomach dropped upon the end of the school day. The day had flown by so quickly that you hardly had any time to prepare yourself for the meeting with Hyunjin after school. To ease more of your nerves, Mark had offered to drive you to the library, and you had been relieved at the prospect. But as you approached his car, spotting him and Donghyuck quietly speaking, your nerves hit you with full force. You felt like you were being ridiculous, considering this was simply a meeting about your project. But you also knew not to be that ignorant, that there was a high possibility that you or Hyunjin would bring up the situation that had halted the friendship that had previously bloomed and was now wilted.

Stopping in front of your two friends, they both straightened out as if it were a scene in a movie. You openly maintained eye contact with Donghyuck, trying to read his facial expression. He stared blankly at you before his lips quirked at one side, as if he were challenging you. You shook your head at him, your attention snapping to Mark at the sound of his forced cough. His eyes flickered between the two of you, a suspicious expression passing through his face before he encouraged the both of you to get into the car.

You sat in silence, feeling too nervous about what was to come once you reached the library. Your worries were too forceful, displayed at the forefront of your mind as Hyunjin’s smile flashed in your mind. It was an odd image to haunt you at this particular moment, but the sight was deadly and healing all in one. You hoped that somehow, after meeting him today, that you guys could return to some sort of semblance of what you used to be. You doubted that would be possible, though.

Before he dropped you off at the library, you agreed to grabbing a quick bite to eat. Mark was in the mood for pizza, so you quietly followed the two chattering boys into their favorite pizza place, taking a seat at the table they chose. You half-heartedly involved yourself in the conversation, more focused on trying to figure out what you would say to Hyunjin if there ever was a lull in the conversation. A thought struck your mind, one that you were stuck on for a while. Was he just as nervous as you? Was he willing to forget what happened at Jeno’s party? In all honesty, you missed the random conversations that would spring up between you at all hours of the day. You missed his small smiles he would direct to you during class, or how he would accidentally bump into you when he walked you to class, getting flustered and apologizing rapidly. He was not a robot, he was far from it. You saw the random spurts of excitement that lined his fingers as he frantically spoke, how his entire face lit up whenever he found something funny. You remembered his soft and fond smiles when he talked about things that made him happy, or when you were telling him something that made you happy. Everything about him was engraved into your mind. He could paint himself as emotionless all he wanted, or as this stoic boy that felt nothing, but you witnessed him in his vulnerable moments. You watched him when he thought no one was looking. He was as passionate as a storm, far from the emotionless boy that he constantly claimed.

“Y/N?”

You looked up, your eyes finding Mark. He gave you a questioning look, nodding at you and asking, “What’s up? Why do you look so stressed?”

You pretended not to notice Donghyuck rolling his eyes. You merely shrugged before answering with, “Just have a lot on my mind. We still have a few midterms to do. We’re not even close to the week being over.”

“Yeah, but look at it this way! In a couple of days, it’s spring break! So much time to just wind down and relax.” Mark sighed dreamily, smiling fondly before grabbing his drink and sipping it. His face turned serious, adding, “Are you sure that’s it? You’ve been… off. I wasn’t going to say anything originally, but I’m starting to get a little worried.”

“I’m fine, Mark. Don’t worry.” You conjured up a comforting smile, and that seemed to be enough for Mark. He was usually more attentive, picking up on how you were acting like nothing was bothering you, but this time he fell for your acting. He jumped into a story about his family, excitedly babbling and laughing through his rambling. Donghyuck nodded along, even offering up small comments here and there, but the both of you couldn’t seem to look away from one another. Perhaps because he knew exactly what was bothering you. He unabashedly stared at you, his eyes scrutinizing as he soaked in your features. You hated to admit it, but he had been right when he had claimed he was more attentive than any of you ever realized. Instead of meeting his eyes, you opted for observing him.

He was a good-looking guy, and he was well aware of it. It was at the beginning of this year that he had decided to dye his hair a lighter color, which gained him even more attention from the female population. His style was edgy and trendy, and whenever he was lazy he usually went for any outfit that went with his black Docs. You had jokingly told him once that he was good-looking enough to be a model, and he had surprisingly got flustered. Now, he proudly liked to announce that he was of model status whenever he could.

Today, he was wearing one of his favorite band tees that he personally rolled up the sleeves to, making him look tough. He wore dark ripped jeans that accentuated his legs nicely, and of course his signature black Docs. You would never admit it to his face, but you believed he was one of the most good-looking guys of the senior class. You knew if you ever let that slip, it would go to his head.

His eyes lingered on you for the majority of the meal, never quite failing in giving you attention. It left a weird feeling in your stomach, and you weren’t sure if it was an unsettling feeling or not. You wrote it off as an uncomfortable feeling, but at the same time you acknowledged it as a result of your newfound bond. With Mark around, you knew he wouldn’t bring up Hyunjin, but you figured that he wanted to ask you about him. You were thankful you were given this time to sort out your thoughts, because otherwise you would most likely make things worse with Hyunjin when you met him at the library. You knew the day was still young, however, so you tried not to jinx yourself.

The meal ended rather quickly, and your heart rate picked up as the three of you piled into Mark’s car once more, buckling up and driving to the library. You longed for the comfort of your room. Better yet, you wished to go back to a time where you weren’t so sprung on Hwang Hyunjin, when your friends weren’t tense with their feelings for other people or injected with drama. You yearned for simpler times.

Reaching the library quickly, Mark pulled into the roundabout that was at the front of the library, looking at you from the driver’s seat. His eyes were slightly worried, signifying that he probably figured out something along the lines of what happened between you and Hyunjin. “If you need a ride home, text me. Don’t worry about when you leave, either. I don’t care what time it is.”

You nodded, offering a quiet thanks before getting out the car. Feeling as if you were about to pass out from your nerves, you stood frozen for a moment as you calmly took in deep breaths, collecting your thoughts. Whatever happened, you knew things were going to be okay. You would practice with Hyunjin, no argument or fight would break out between the two of you, and if you discussed the events of that night, you would handle it maturely and calmly. It was going to be okay.

Just as you were about to reach the entrance, the sound of Donghyuck’s voice filtered out from behind you and stopped you in your tracks. Looking over your shoulder, you watched in mild confusion as he strode over to you. Turning to face him when you arrived, you wondered what he could possibly have to say. When he reached you, he opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it as he looked back at Mark’s car. He held up five fingers, asking for five minutes.

You could sense Mark’s irritation from over here, watching him wave his arm exasperatedly before pulling into a parking space. Donghyuck shook his head with a small smile before grabbing onto your wrist and leading you into the library. “Hyuck, what are you-” Your words died in your throat when he led you into a rather secluded area of the library. In the back of your mind, you realized it was apart of the movies section and where you would typically see older people mingling around. Around this time of day, on a school day, there would hardly be anyone in this section. You held your breath when Donghyuck stepped in front of you, close because of the minimal space in this section.

His hands rested on your shoulders, your heart rate picking up as he quietly said, “Are you okay, Y/N?”

You merely nodded, oddly struck silent by the closeness of Donghyuck. You were utterly confused by your reaction, feeling a little sick to your stomach. His face screamed worry, and you quickly connected the dots as you realized that he had taken this opportunity to ask about Hyunjin. You felt the relief ease past your lips as you exhaled deeply. You pushed away any weird thoughts, calmly staring back at him.

“Since Mark was around, I know I couldn’t properly ask you about… Are you sure you’re going to be okay with meeting him right now? You know you could always cancel, right? I mean-”

“I’ll be fine, Hyuck, really. This was inevitable. We have to get a good score on our mid-term presentation. Besides, if anyone should be worried, it should be me. I was the one that was mean. If anyone should cancel, it should be him.”

He pursed his lips at that, his grip on your shoulders tightening as he flashed an unamused look at you. “That’s not true. He’s just as much to blame for your guys’ falling out. If I recall correctly, he was the jackass who agreed to kissing you and then went and regretted it a second later.”

You stepped back at his words, feeling oddly annoyed and defensive. “Look, we don’t know the full story-”

“So? I’m not a fan of the guy. Who goes and kisses someone and then decides that it was a mistake a second later?”

“Hyuck, we’re not having this conversation right now. And last time I checked, you’re allowed to change your mind about your feelings.”

“Are you seriously defending the guy who hurt you?” He asked with disbelief, and his condescending tone made you want to cave in on yourself. You brushed it off though, deciding that this would be the end of the conversation. Talking to him about this oddly made you feel emotional. You didn’t like the feeling of him looking down on you. You felt oddly cheated, expecting a more supportive side of him but instead got something more judgmental. He was judging you for your feelings, and it ticked you off.

“I don’t want to talk about this. I have a partner to meet,” You gave him a look that told him you weren’t pleased, and he proceeded to reach out to you as you turned to walk out the aisle. You stopped in your tracks at the sight of Hyunjin, watching you silently and stoically at the end of the aisle. Your name was on Donghyuck’s tongue, his voice dying probably because he saw Hyunjin as well. Suddenly, you became hyper aware of Donghyuck’s hand that had reached out to your wrist when you were about to walk away, and you shook it off immediately. You couldn’t look away from Hyunjin, who was blankly staring at you. Without saying anything, he just turned and walked away, probably to where he had been waiting for you. Your mind reeled, wondering why he had been on this side of the library, and your stomach dropped at the realization that he was probably coming from the bathrooms that happened to be nearby. You panicked, thinking that he had probably heard everything you guys were saying. Your previous calmness shattered at the thought, your nerves coming back and hitting you full force.

Whirling on Donghyuck, you gave him an accusatory look, but before you could say anything he rushed out, “Don’t go freaking out on me. And don’t jump to conclusions. He probably didn’t hear anything. And if he did, so what? He should hear all those things. Maybe it’ll give him enough courage to stop being a jackass and confront the situation.”

“I’ll see you later,” You said quietly, feeling down about what had just transpired between you and Donghyuck. For some reason, talking to him made you feel worse than you did prior to coming to the library. What had been his attempt to make you feel better had ultimately crashed and burned and made it worse.

“Wait… Y/N…”

You didn’t wait for him to finish, walking out of the aisle and towards the seating area that you presumed Hyunjin would be residing. You found him quickly, bent over a sketchbook you had never seen before, seemingly sketching something. He raised his head upon the sound of you pulling out the chair across from him. Meeting your gaze, he offered up a small smile before turning his gaze back down to his notebook. Your eyes caught sight of what he was drawing, your mouth parting in surprise as you recognized what seemed to be a shattered mirror. In its reflection was what seemed to be storm brewing, rain taking up most of the picture. Everything was being shown through that shattered mirror though. You silently wondered if it was symbolic of how he felt, but you thought that maybe that was just your over analytical side talking. A part of you thought that was the truth.

“Should we get started?” You hated to interrupt, but it was killing you to sit in silence with him. Slowly, he stopped sketching, putting his pencil in the sketchbook before closing it shut. Sliding it to the side, you watched him as he didn’t move to take out anything from his bag. Clasping his hands above the table, he suddenly looked up and into your eyes, a small gasp escaping your lips.

“He’s right, you know.”

“What?”

“Donghyuck. What he said about me. He’s right. I’m a coward,” You opened your mouth to object but fell silent as he added, “And I hate myself for it everyday.” You continued to watch him, as he stared at something over your shoulder, like he wasn’t present in the conversation. Always trying to be that stoic person that people made him out to be. You wanted to scream, to tell him he was so much more, to apologize for being a jerk, but before you could even go down that road, he weakly whispered, “Let’s practice our presentation.”

Within a few days, you were finished with your first term of the semester. You had completed all your midterms, albeit some of them were a lot more difficult than you anticipated, and you had even managed to survive through the presentation with Hyunjin. After your get-together at the library, the two of you barely discussed the project any further. You had met up once more at school during your free period, and the next time you saw each other after that was during your presentation. Since then, you hadn’t seen him. You didn’t know what part of your heart was winning at the moment, the part of you that was at ease or the one that was saddened by the thought of not seeing him. It was dramatically complicated to be into someone.

“Do you want onions on your burger?” Donghyuck asked you, poking your cheek to grab your attention. You swatted his hand away and proceeded to give him a blank look. Backing off, he mumbled and saying, “Alright, alright. I forgot you didn’t like them,” before reporting to Mark. You weren’t exactly sure why Mark’s parents were trustworthy of a group of teenagers manning a grill in their backyard, but here the four of you were. Mark seemed to be struggling, fumbling through the process and managing to drop two patties already. You kept your eyes on them silently, making sure one of them didn’t end up being the owner of one of those patties.

Nancy was standing beside him, offering pointers but mostly making sure he didn’t drop anymore. Donghyuck was on cutting duty, finishing up the onions and moving onto the tomatoes. You were, for whatever reason, in charge of sides. You had managed to throw together a salad, and had decided to raid the snacks in Mark’s pantry before being completely satisfied. This was the day that you had come to the realization that Mark had an unhealthy obsession with eating hamburgers.

“So guys…” Mark called, his voice sounding higher and weirder than usual. It signified his nervousness, causing you and Donghyuck to share a look. You kept quiet, letting him tell you whatever he was working up the courage to say, “So Jeno is throwing a little get-together later on tonight. A movie night of sorts. And I was wondering if-”

“Count me out. His get-togethers are bullshit,” Donghyuck droned monotonously, taking a seat across from you and avoiding eye contact. You figured it was his way of telling you that it was okay to reject Mark’s proposition. You weren’t sure why yet, but a part of you didn’t want to reject it, however. Mark merely glanced over his shoulder to look at Donghyuck and roll his eyes at him.

Turning back, he seemingly ignored Donghyuck’s response and asked, “Y/N, you down?”

You weren’t thinking, that much was obvious. You weren’t dumb, you knew that going to Jeno’s meant a huge possibility of seeing Hyunjin. It only meant that you were setting yourself up, to make your heart long and hurt for someone who doesn’t properly know about your feelings for him. You couldn’t blame him for that. Simply put, maybe this would give you a chance to apologize to him and to wipe the slate clean.

You opened your mouth, Donghyuck probably expecting your refusal. “What movies are on the agenda?” This time it was you ignoring your friend’s gaze, feeling it burn the side of your face. You felt his shoe roughly nudge yours but you kept your eyes trained on Mark’s back, watching him shrug. You didn’t feel the need to explain anything to Donghyuck, so you didn’t.

“I heard it’s a horror movie night. But I also know all the people going and some of them are chickens so-”

“It’s a small get-together?” Nancy inquired.

“From what I heard, yes. Just Jeno’s best friends. A couple girls. And us.”

“Why’d he invite us? We’re not even close to him,” Donghyuck asked, sounding more irritated as time progressed. It ticked you off.

At that moment, the patties were officially finished and Mark carried the large platter that held them over to the table. Once everyone was seating and working on fixing up their burgers, Mark finally answered. “I don’t know, I mean. Ever since the party, him and I kinda reconnected. It’s nice. I really missed the guy. And he seems to remember the girls, so… That’s probably why.”

“Yeah, more like he remembers Nancy,” Donghyuck said, taking a bite of his burger. Nancy gave him a blank stare, choosing not to respond. He was right, though, because Jeno had definitely taken an interest in her. She didn’t seem bothered by him at all, though.

“So, do you guys want to come with?” Mark’s eyes were wide, hopeful, and you felt your heart melt a little at the sight. You engaged Nancy in a silent stare down, wondering if she felt like going or not. Not receiving any telltale of rejection, you quickly made your decision, feeling your heart jump at your own words.

“Why not?”

Your eyes flickered to Donghyuck’s unamused stare, smiling a little at yourself when he muttered, “I guess I will too.”

Your assumptions were right, because not even two hours later, you were sat in Jeno’s loft with a group of people you weren’t too close to, and Hyunjin was on the other side of the room. You had only been at Jeno’s for around fifteen minutes, but your heart had yet to calm down at being in the same vicinity as him. If you thought about it hard enough, it angered you how easily your heart stirred for him. It made you angry that even after the supposed incident that destroyed the dynamic between the two of you, your feelings had yet to go away.

“I would say you’re being too obvious staring at the guy, but I doubt that’ll change anything,” Donghyuck said, taking the remaining seat beside you on the sofa. You had been lucky enough to snag the edge of the four-seater sofa, meaning Donghyuck had to deal with sitting between you and Mark. At his words, your gaze uneasily snapped away from where Hyunjin was sat on a recliner, looking more than comfortable.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hyuck,” You sighed, leaning your head back and letting your eyes fluttered closed. You regretted ever stepping foot into this house. Hyuck was silent for a while, the chatter of the other people in the room being your source of entertainment. His vow of silence couldn’t be held for too long, however.

“I know what I said the other day. I’ve thought about it a lot, how much it bothered you. I overstepped my boundaries. I apologize for that. And since I’ve thought about it… maybe it’s in your best interest to talk to him about it.”

Your eyes shot open in disbelief, falling on your light-haired friend. His smile was easy-going, but his eyes screamed unease. In your recent experiences of becoming closer, you knew that everything he was feeling laid in his eyes.

“Why the sudden change of heart?”

His smile faded, his gaze finding the television as someone flicked off the lights and the movie began. Shrugging, he softly whispered, “Because life’s biggest regret is missed opportunities. I just don’t want you to have to deal with that.”

You let your eyes wander across his face for a few moments, soaking in his words and trying to decode any hidden meaning. But you knew he meant what he said. And it saddened your heart a little bit knowing that he quite possibly viewed his situation with Tzuyu as a missed opportunity. You vowed then and there that you would continue to be there for him, and to show him that regardless if she could see it or not, he was special. He was phenomenal, and you were confident that you would be able to help him see that himself.

Not that you wanted to admit it, but you couldn’t help looking at Hyunjin more than a few times during the first movie. He hadn’t acknowledged your existence once since you had entered the room, which had stung a little, but you wrote it off as something not too personal. You remembered sitting next to him, how he easily got caught up in different things. His eyes would get dazed, his face emotionless, his lips slightly parted. You could visualize it so well because he was watching the movie with the exact same look.

He had your heart in his pocket, chained to him with no foreseeable opportunity of escape. It was tiring, but you held on for the sake of peace. You figured the only way to truly get over whatever this was, was to simply embrace it.

It wasn’t until halfway through the second movie that you knew it was going to be yet another crazy night. Everything was going relatively well, and you had managed to only get caught once staring at Hyunjin, his eyebrows raising and his expression morphing into one of thought. He had simply held the gaze for a second or two, blinking, then looked away. You assumed that would be your only interaction with him for the night.

Your thoughts had mindlessly trained on Hyunjin- of course they were- as you watched him from your peripheral vision. He was donned in a pair of what you guessed were baggy black joggers, a white sleeved shirt hugging his torso nicely. His legs were spread shamelessly, his hands resting in his lap. Studying his seated position made your heart rate pick up, so you mostly focused on his face.

Jeno had decided to start the night off on a thriller, not quite horror, to warm everyone up for what was to come. You enjoyed noticing Hyunjin’s looks of surprise, of his smirks at things he found entertaining. You liked seeing the intensity fill his face, his tongue peeking out and swiping across his lips. It was dangerous, the way your thoughts slithered around and strangled you, draining you of all rationality.

Maybe it was because of your creepy staring that you hadn’t noticed the entrance of two people that weren’t previously there. Hearing a voice cut through the otherwise quiet air besides the t.v., everyone’s gaze travelled to the entrance of the loft, your heart dropping to your stomach at the sight of the familiar faces.

Tzuyu stood quietly at the entrance of the loft, stunning as usual. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder black sleeved sweater that hugged her figure, her long legs encased in dark fitted jeans. You noted she was also wearing her favorite pair of boots, topping the look with her hair pulled up into a high ponytail. She was dressed to impress tonight. And you finally understood why.

Standing next to her, his fingers comfortably intertwined with hers, was Han Jisung. He was not the Jisung you were relatively familiar with, the sweet and young blond that you had met at Jeno’s party the previous time. No, this was Han Jisung. This was a boy that, with your prior knowledge, Tzuyu had been crushing on long before this moment. She had expressed her crush on him around the same time you guys had become friends back when you were fourteen. This was when he was a shy and quiet type, always sticking to himself as his long brown hair acted as a mechanism that guarded his eyes.

Fast forward to the present, to a different Han Jisung with a different reputation. He had ditched his library books for his 1965 black chevy impala, and a knick for getting into trouble with almost every single guy who wasn’t apart of his clique. His hair had been cut shorter, dyed jet black, and his style screamed typical high school rebel. You heard rumors of his flirting with trouble, charming girls and leaving them as fast as the car he loved, and his sly smile was all too familiar to anyone who happened to know his name.

And here he was, standing in the same room as you, holding hands with one of your best friends. You quickly realized how stiff Donghyuck had become right beside you, causing you to begin glancing at him worriedly. If possible, your heart squeezed painfully, noting his unblinking eyes on the pair before him, his face looking more pale than usual. Just as you reached your hand out to his shoulder, he sprung up off the couch.

He whispered hoarsely, “I’m going to head out.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, you followed after him, your gaze meeting Tzuyu’s as he rushed past her. You didn’t fail to notice how she looked like she wanted to say something, but you simply shook your head, moving to follow him. You were caught off guard to hear Jisung address you.

“Y/N. Always a pleasure to see you around.” What he did next enraged you, his gaze meeting yours only to send you a wink flirtatiously. To be frank, you didn’t care about him at all, but what mattered is how Tzuyu would handle it. Bold and passionate Tzuyu, shameless and fearless Tzuyu. When she said nothing, only letting her eyes find the floor, you scoffed in disappointment, wasting no time to track Donghyuck down. It seemed it would be another night of heartbreak in Jeno’s house, but this time it had only managed to grab hold of Hyuck. No matter the situation, you would be there for him.

You found him in the same spot you had found him the first time you were at this house. Huddled in the darkness of the front porch, this time you found him sat on the porch swing, completely shrouded in darkness. The swing was slightly swaying with the chlly wind, causing you to hiss at the rapid change in temperature. Tightening your jacket around your body, you silently took a seat next to Donghyuck, considering keeping your distance but in the end opting out of it as you slid closer.

Ignoring his sniffling, you rested your head on his shoulder, offering any sort of comfort you could without speaking. He blindly reached out in the darkness until he found your hand, grasping it tightly. You ignored his wobbly voice, the hurt that oozed from it.

“She’s cold-blooded. I-I can’t believe I trusted her. I’m such a dumbass.”

You tried shifting away to face him but his grip tightened, his head taking purchase in between your neck and shoulder. You could feel his quivering, how he was trying to hold back his crying, Your blood boiled, even though you willed the feeling to go away. Tzuyu was your friend too, but you were tired of witnessing firsthand how she was hurting Donghyuck- without any intentions of making amends. You were about to speak, to try and comfort him, but he continued with what was on his mind.

“And I know you. You’re going to say I’m not a dumbass, that I can’t control who I have feelings for, that I couldn’t avoid it because I’m not doing anything wrong. But I’m stupid because I knew she had her eyes on someone else. She never had her eyes set on me, she just wanted me in the moment. I was easy, I was available, I was a way to fill up time. And my stupid, hopeful heart thought that maybe… over time she would develop some semblance to what I feel for her. But I was an idiot. I was living a fantasy. She was fake. She is fake. What I… conjured up was fake. It’s all my fault.”

You forced yourself away from him, grabbing his shoulders in the dark, knowing he couldn’t see your face well and using your voice as a tool to convey your sincerity. “No. No it’s not, Donghyuck. You know that the heart makes you do crazy things, feel for someone regardless of how they feel about you. Sometimes we’re lucky, other times we’re not. You were only following your heart. And some experiences… ultimately end up being a lesson, not an opportunity for happiness. And that’s okay. Because it hurts now, but it’s going to go away. You deserve the world.”

He had stilled, his crying long gone in the past. You wondered what he was thinking, if he was okay. He grasped your wrists, pulling your arms down and off his shoulders, and your stomach twisted in the fear of saying something wrong. You quickly realized that wasn’t the case at all.

“I wish it had been you.”

With those words, his hands found the sides of your face. At one moment, he had seemed miles away, his heart in the house and his head in the clouds. In the next, his face had drawn near and to yours, pulling you and holding you down in the moment as you didn’t know how to react. His fingers were splayed across your face, his palms holding you to his lips as he attempted to mold them to your own. He angled his head urging you to follow his lead. You knew this wasn’t right, that the fear of losing him was far too great for your heart to handle, but all instincts flew out the window as one of his hands slid down to rest on the side of your neck. Goosebumps raised on your neck, and you felt yourself falling into the kiss, your rationality somewhere on a trip.

His body relaxed when you kissed him back, pulling you closer and kissing you like it was his life skill. You sighed in- you didn’t know what the feeling was- your hands awkwardly hanging at your sides before slowly raising and finding their home in his hair. He froze at the sensation, before he mirrored your sigh and shifted closer.

He was a good kisser. You were surprised. He seemed passionate, as if it were the last thing he was granted in his lifetime. His lips weren’t as full as the ones from your memory. They weren’t as soft, either. He didn’t hold you gently as if you were glass, he held you firmly like you were slipping away. He wasn’t tall, his head wasn’t slightly bending and angled at the perfect angle. He wasn’t Hyunjin.

This was Donghyuck. Your best friend.

Pulling away, you moved completely out of reach, standing up and keeping a distance. “Donghyuck…”

You strained your eyes through the dark, noting how he was running his hands through his hair before rubbing at his face aggressively. “Shit, I- I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what I was thinking. Please, I just- I’m such a dick. I want you to know that I’m not Hyunjin, I’m not trying to play you or whatever the hell he was doing. I’m sorry I took advantage of our friendship. I just-” He forced a chuckle, falling back into the swing, “I just don’t want to like her. I mean it when I say I wish it was you. You’re… you. You’re amazing, you’re…”

“That’s it though. I’m me,” You reiterated with finality, not feeling hurt at all. Because your heart didn’t belong to the hurt boy in front of you. Your heart was inside, clueless or uncaring. He sighed, whispering his apologies through the darkness and you brushing them off. After a few beats, he stood up and faced you.

“I should go home. I’m… I should be alone before I make anymore questionable decisions.”

You laughed, reaching out and ruffling his hair. “I’m, uh, sorry I kissed you back.”

He half-heartedly shrugged. “It was an interesting social experiment. Not bad. Just interesting.”

“Yeah, we are definitely meant to be best friends.”

“Definitely.”

And your chest felt a little lighter, his voice sounding more at ease. For some twisted reason, the experience seemed to have helped ease both of your hearts. As he left, and you went back inside, you hoped it was something that wouldn’t alter your friendship. But if your post-conversation was anything to go by, you knew the two of you would be okay. After all, you were closer than you have ever been and both your hearts were somewhere else. If life was easier, the two of you would fall for each other. But life is never easy, and you were glad. You wouldn’t ask for another best friend.

Upon re-entering the loft, everyone’s eyes shot to you. Since most of them weren’t really your friends, they were courteous enough to look away soon after. Others, on the other hand, weren’t as shy. You didn’t even take a moment to shoot Tzuyu a hard look, but she refused to acknowledge you. Jisung was lazily lounging right next to her, his arm residing on the back of the couch behind her. He caught your angry gaze and simply grinned.

Shaking your head, you aimed to sit next to Mark, who didn’t hesitate to hiss, “Where’s Hyuck? Is he okay? What did he say?”

Sighing, you rested your head on the back of the couch, uttering, “No. He’s not okay. But he will be. He went home.”

From your sideways glance, Mark’s eyes widened, him springing to his feet. “Well, I’m not just gonna let him walk alone in the dark.”

You watched him as he searched his pockets for his keys, panicking as the seconds ticked by. Just as he was about to explode, Jeno called, “Yo, Mark, relax. I just got a text from my boy Renjun. He was driving his girl home and saw Hyuck outside and offered him a ride.”

Mark nodded, the stress leaving his body. He mumbled something about why Renjun would even tell Jeno of all people, confused about the weird update, before taking his place beside you once more. You sat through the rest of the movie calmly, nothing much on your mind aside from the brief text from Donghyuck saying goodnight. About twenty minutes into the third movie of the night, your inner peace was once again disrupted- this time, by Mark of all people.

“I’m too late.”

You glanced over at him, confused and wondering if you imagined Mark’s words. His attention seemed to be trained on the horror movie slowly unraveling on the television, but his body language screamed stiffness. He was stiff to the bone, his fists clenched in his lap. You figured he didn’t want you looking at him, so you mirrored his gaze. This time, you whispered back, “What?”

“You guys were right. I lost my chance. I waited too long, and now… she’s back with him.”

You were so lost, but suddenly it all fell into place. Your mind flashed to Jeno’s words a while ago, how Yerim was only briefly at Jeno’s get-together tonight, only she seemed preoccupied. You remembered seeing Mark avoid being near her, doing his nervous little giggle when he had a lot on his mind. And Jeno’s words about Renjun driving his girl home. Your mind decided to replay Yerim walking out with Renjun.

Your eyes squeezed shut, wondering what sort of cruel world you lived in for yet another one of your friends to face the same situation as you. It felt like a twisted universe, where you and your friends were apart of a Heartbroken Club.

“Oh, Mark,” You whispered softly, reaching out and massaging his shoulder. He shrugged it off, his eyes screaming sadness but smiling it off. Just like he always did. He had a knack for pushing his feelings aside, especially if they made him vulnerable.

“I’ll be okay. It’s not the end of the world. Besides, it’s not like I could expect anything from her. After all, she didn’t know…”

You nodded, him reaching up and squeezing your fingers for a moment before pulling your hand away from him. You understood. He didn’t want to be comforted, he just wanted it to be left alone. It hurt you to know that he wasn’t happy, that the greatest guy you have ever come across wasn’t receiving reciprocated love.

Your heart saddened at the thought of him going through what you felt, what Donghyuck felt. In fact, it seemed his sadness would relate a little more to Hyuck’s than your own, both of them having to watch the girls they like only have eyes for someone else. It angered you to imagine Mark watching Yerim with Renjun, hurt being casted aside as he put up a calm facade. Whatever happened, you vowed to be there for him. You and your friends weren’t shattered, simply hurt. And you heal from hurt.

Realizing that you weren’t focusing on the movie at all, you decided you would get yourself a drink and come back. After Mark rejected your proposition of getting him a drink, you headed off, your thoughts shuffling through the heavier parts of the night. It seemed that these days, love wasn’t an ally for you nor your best friends. Love was cruel.

Your mind had been so distracted, your eyes filing through the different options in the fridge, that you were frightened when someone called your name softly from behind you. Looking over your shoulder, your fright quickly turned to anger at the sight of Tzuyu standing in the shadow of the entryway.

“Y/N, I just want to-”

“What do you want, Tzuyu? You should probably be, I don’t know, talking to someone else. Apologizing to someone else.”

She stepped further into the kitchen, her eyes flashing in confusion before disbelief seeped into her tone. “Are you serious? I don’t have to apologize for anything. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Scoffing, you shot back, “Oh, you definitely didn’t lead Donghyuck on and play with his feelings. You definitely didn’t try and reach out, fix things between you guys, apologize for hurting him. Oh! And you didn’t just show up at the same hangout as him with the guy you ‘left’ him for. My apologies for the misunderstanding.”

She looked unfamiliar, weaker than you’ve ever seen her. Her gaze was downcast, her eyes watery and her voice shaky. She was hugging herself, and a part of you wanted to reach out and comfort her. But you needed her to understand that she could potentially Donghyuck’s hurting heart.

“It’s not like that Y/N… I never wanted to hurt him. He was okay with our arrangement. We were having fun. Half the time, we just hung out like friends. He never once told me about what he felt, not until I broke off our little thing. I admit it… I wasn’t in it like he was. I constantly talked about Jisung, oblivious about his feelings… but he left me in the dark. And I just… I tried talking to him, but all he does is get angry and tells me to leave him alone.”

You pursed your lips, all too familiar with Donghyuck’s stubbornness. Sighing, your felt your resolve break, your voice becoming softer. “Then it’s best that you just try and give him some space. He’s just hurting. When he calms down, maybe you can talk things out. I mean, I see you care about him. I know… that there is more that I obviously could never know since it’s between the two of you. It’s a messed up situation. I’m sorry that you’re hurting too.”

She sniffled, quickly wiping away the tears that had managed to escape. Averting her eyes, she rushed out, “I miss him, you know. I… miss our friendship. I screwed it up. He screwed it up. I just, want everything back to normal.”

Nodding, you stepped forward and gave her a brief hug, pulling away and attempting to offer up what you hoped was a supportive smile. “We’ll all get through this. It’s not too serious. It’s just… typical high school feelings, right?”

You managed to get her to laugh. “Right. We do have a tendency to make things dramatic. Whatever happens… I have faith that we’ll all turn out okay.”

“Exactly.”

With that, she headed back to the loft, leaving you standing in the kitchen alone. Your attention went back to finding a drink once more, feeling drained from all the night’s events. You wondered how you had reached this point, when a couple months ago your biggest worry was if you wanted Dr. Pepper or a chocolate milkshake to complement your meal. High school really does flip your world upside down sometimes.

“I was wondering where you had slipped off to.”

Jumping in fright, you shouted out, your heart jumping at the sudden voice. If possible, your heart jumped in excitement for a second time, your brain instantly registering the slurred wisps of a familiar voice.

Your eyes connected with Hyunjin’s emotionless face, his stature lanky and dark in the entryway. You tsked, turning back to the fridge and scolding, “Everyone needs to stop doing that.”

“Stop doing what?”

“Sneaking up on someone when they’re alone. You could’ve killed me.”

He hummed in amusement, and you silently cursed at yourself for finding his tone attractive. “I have a feeling that someone is a little too paranoid.”

Shooting him an unamused look, you settled on a water bottle before shutting the fridge and turning to face him. Twisting the bottle cap, you eyed him down for a moment before inquiring, “Is there a reason you followed me in here?”

Shifting from his previous position of leaning on the entryway, he stepped into the dim lighting of the kitchen, opting to lean his lower back up against the island that was a couple feet in front of you. You wouldn’t admit it aloud, but his close proximity knocked the breath out of you.

His dark and ink-black hair was overshadowing his eyes, making it hard to read his expression. You didn’t have much time to observe him, though, before he answered your question. “I didn’t follow you, actually. I noticed you leave for what felt like the hundredth time. And when I realized you hadn’t come back in a while, I was curious if you left. Here I am.”

His words surprised you. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why were you curious? Why does it matter if I’m here or not?”

The two of you were suspended in silence then, a quickly thickening one that edge on his nervousness. You watched as his tongue snaked out and licked at his lips nervously, his lips remaining parted as he considered his words. You wondered why your heart was racing so fast, telling yourself to embrace the warning signs and to run from the danger. You were flirting with rejection once again and you wanted to punch yourself in the face.

“Because… I care about you.”

The words pulled an uncontrollable scoff out of you, your irritation rising out of nowhere. “Are you serious?”

Blinking at you, he monotonously said, “Why would I be?”

“Our track record begs to differ with that statement.”

He snickered and shook his head, shooting back, “What happened before has nothing to do with whether or not I care about you. It seemed like you wanted to forget about it, so I did. What do you want me to do?”

You were shocked to the very core, your mind unable to wrap around his words. The audacity of Hwang Hyunjin sent you on a spiral, what little rationality you had left flying out the window. “I wanted to forget about it? Hyunjin, you were the one who regretted it the moment we pulled apart. You pushed me away, basically making me feel like you let it happen out of pity and-”

“Wait a minute, I never said I regretted it. I wasn’t sure what was happening. You never let me finish, you just assumed what I was feeling and stormed out on me.”

You spluttered, your voice raising before you reminded yourself that you were at someone else’s house and needed to tone it down. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to just side idly by without speaking out what you felt. You hadn’t been expecting this conversation ever, but that didn’t matter to you. You were going to use this opportunity to tell Hyunjin exactly what you had been thinking since that night.

“Your reaction wasn’t exactly screaming that you enjoyed it. You regretted it, Hyunjin. Quit trying to spare my feelings.”

Shaking his head, he sighed out in frustration, his voice laced with something hidden and unreadable as he blurted out, “I did regret it. I do regret it… But not for the reason you’re thinking. If you had just let me finish that night…”

He paused, seeing if you were going to interrupt. After he realized your willingness to listen, he inhaled a deep breath, as if he was preparing himself for his next words. You readied yourself, expecting to be hurt once again. Nothing came good from conversations like this, once in a while a peace of mind was the only gift. However, your heart never came out unscathed. You were well aware of this, and so you braced yourself for the blow. Instead, his words silenced every single haywire nerve, calmed every bated breath, eased every single tension in your muscles. His words calmed the entire storm raging through your veins.

“I don’t know how to else to say this, but I’m just going to say it. I…” He swallowed thickly, his face visibly pale and scared as he stared through you, as if he were too afraid to see you, “I do like you. I’ve liked you for a while, I think. Maybe since the moment you gave me shit in Anthro class for making a corny joke. Or maybe when you easily forgave me for losing your favorite pen. Or maybe it was when I first made you smile. I knew I was screwed… Always have been when it came to you. And that night… I knew I was setting myself up. You looked so pretty, your eyes shining and when we were alone, all of your fondness was directed towards me. I couldn’t believe my ears when you asked to kiss me. Not a single ounce of me could think to say no. So I didn’t.

“But then... “ His voice was shaky, his fists clenching and unclenching as they rested on his thighs. “I kept thinking. My damn brain and my damn thoughts and my damn… I was overthinking everything, just like I always do. And I realized that I need to quit while I’m ahead. I need to quit you.”

If possible, your heart shredded even more at the words. Your voice could barely manage a measly, “Why?”

He straightened in his position, running a hand roughly through his hair and letting it reside on the back of his neck, his eyes burning into yours. He was ruthless. He was cold, disconnected. You realized you would never be let in, always on the outside of the incredibly thick barrier that Hyunjin had created around himself. He was guarded, and you didn’t have the tools to break through them.

“Why?” He studied your face, and you wanted nothing more than to just forget about the boy in front of you. He was the definition of heartbreak in human form, and you felt nothing but anger light your blood. “Because… I’m no good. I’m broken, more than you’ll ever know. I won’t let you know. I won’t expose you to… bullshit. There’s no reason to. Since I’ve known you, you were a glimpse of a good life, of sleeping peacefully, of not having to worry about how people perceive you, about how you’ll survive. You were a taste of a good, happy life. And that’s a life that I won’t have the luxury to live.”

He was confusing you, and you realized in a sudden desperation that you didn’t want to just give up easily. You heard what he was saying. He was pushing you away, casting you aside, and you were positive you weren’t the first. And you would be even more angry if you didn’t at least try to get some truth out of him.

You stepped forward then, practically toe to toe with him, and his eyes shot open wide in shock. Stepping back, he was trapped between you and the island, and you didn’t let it deter you. Your eyes lit with a newfound determination, because you wanted to know why he was chickening out so easily if his feelings for you were the truth.

“Then explain it to me. Explain to me why you can’t indulge in your feelings for me, how my life is any different than yours. Because news flash, Hyunjin, you don’t know everything about me. You may have conjured up and fantasized that I live this happy-go-lucky life, but I don’t.”

He shook his head. “That’s not the point. My life is poisonous. I’m poisonous. You can’t see that now, because I haven’t let you in, and you never will know. I’m not going to poison you. Sometimes you can just see that someone deserves better than you. You deserve better, someone not as screwed up as I am.”

“Do you hear yourself right now?” You asked, exasperated, your hands shooting out and grasping his upper arms. He jumped at the physical contact, his eyes unblinkingly staring down at your hands before staring at you with a look of nervousness. He shifted, but didn’t pull away. You continued. “How is it up to you to decide whether or not you’re poisonous, or that I deserve better than you? Because just like I don’t know you, you don’t know me-”

“You’re missing the point. I know me. And I know that we… would end in failure. I would only hurt you.”

You held each other’s gaze, trying to gauge one another. He was completely serious, conviction in every single syllable. He wasn’t going to let up. The time between you was dwindling down, ending all before it even began. Your mind flashed to his smiles, oddly, and then to his tears in the library. It flashed to him when he stood before you in his baseball uniform, his flirty look that he sent to you over his shoulder. You remembered the sensation of his fingertips brushing against your hand. Your mind remembered how he looked to you for comfort when he fumbled during your midterm presentation, how you smiled at him and his anxiety seemed to fade away. Your mind was screaming at you to fight for this boy, to unscrew the sadness that he bottled up inside, to take his hand and show him that it’s okay to feel. Your heart screamed at you to stay there and convince him, to show him that what you felt for each other could help him change his perception of the world.

You felt a sad smile creep on your lips, his face crumpling into one of pain at the sight before he quickly fixed it into something more stoic. Typical, emotionless Hyunjin. Or rather, emotional Hyunjin. One day, someone would unlock that portion of him. They would get to experience all of him, see him bloom into the powerful and beautiful mountain that would stand tall against every element that tried to tear him down. That person would get to hold him through his sadness, lift him through his happiness. They would experience his full-hearted laughter, his genuine smiles. They would witness his anger, contribute to calming him down. They would get to love all of him. And that someone was not you.

Your hands slowly fell limply to your sides, and you chose not to read into his screaming eyes, his eyes that may have been telling you to keep holding onto him. You stepped away from him, your eyes averting and finding purchase at the clock above the stove.

11:31 pm and your heart didn’t belong to you. It belonged to someone that, unfortunately, would never belong to you.

“I understand.” You cleared your throat, turning to grab your water bottle off the counter and creating more distance between you. He stood there, frozen, his eyes following you wherever you went. You wondered if he regretted it, if he was urging himself to take everything back. But you knew he wouldn’t.

Stopping at the entryway, you didn’t look back at him, only turned your head so he could hear you better. “I look forward to the day that you open yourself up, Hyunjin. It’ll be a beautiful sight.”

You went back to the loft, sat next to Mark and ignored his questioning gaze, and pretended like nothing happened. You were numb, and you were okay with that. You needed to make it through the rest of the night. Your mind kept flashing to his blinding smile in your mind, and you pushed it down. You would push it down from here on out.

It was the very beginning of the fourth movie when Hyunjin rushed into the room, blocking everyone’s view of the television and his gaze set on you. You stared at him blankly, wondering what he was thinking. He made no move to approach you, his lips remaining sealed. Perhaps that’s what it would’ve been if you guys had accepted each other’s feelings, perhaps you would’ve gotten used to silence as your company. But just as he opened his mouth, Jeno yelled, “Dude, what the hell are you doing? Move! We can’t see the screen.”

It shook Hyunjin out of his reverie, striding over to his original seat and sitting down. His eyes stayed on you, glancing away but ultimately finding you again and again. You ignored him, wondering what his problem was and confused because you wanted the conversation in the kitchen to be the end of it. What else could he say?

“You want me to beat his ass?” Mark whispered somewhere near your ear, not at all serious but still successful in easing your heart.

Shaking your head, you whispered back, “No, but thank you.”

And it was the end of that fourth movie, during the final murder scene that had everyone in the room either cowering behind their blanket or on the edge of your seats, that your phone buzzed in your pocket. You didn’t check it until after the movie was over, when everyone was slowly wrapping up conversations and heading out for the night.

You didn’t check it until you were deposited into the safety of Mark’s car, the heat from the car wrapping around you as a secure comfort. Your mind blanked at the words scrawled across the screen, your mind slower than your eyes as you took in Hyunjin’s words. Your eyes continued racing across the dim screen, phrases like tears and love, and chance. Destiny, family, being broken, new beginnings. Fear, racing heart, learning from mistakes. Missed opportunities.

It was 1:07 am, and you deleted a number that was engraved into your mind, a haunted memory that would fade over time. You deleted the messages that on any other night, you would over-analyze. You would mull over them, feed into the longing that you felt for the sad boy who would never let you know what exactly was causing that sadness. You would learn to take in that stunning smile without feeling anything, you would slowly coax your heart back and into your possession.

You would ignore that text message, for your sake.

Because maybe after all, someone stealing your heart isn’t a good thing. You had learned the hard way, yet you wouldn’t trade it for the world. He was a boy who smiled in the face of his sadness, who buried his pain so deep that it would hardly ever see the light of day. He would steal glances at people who were aware of his attention, because his gaze was searing and his eyes were a puzzle. An enigma that would never be explained, an almost beginning.

And if you allowed your mind to drift when your eyes fluttered closed, you could hear his quiet voice washing over your skin, could see his flirty and quirked lips, his eyes sliding over you and rippling through your blood. You could imagine a different ending.

The pain in store would dwindle down until it completely ceased to exist, and you had faith that you would be able to look Hyunjin in the eye one day and only see a memory. It was painfully obvious, that he held your heart in his grasp, resting there with no intentions of returning it to you. Going your separate ways was in your best interest, however, and you knew it would get easier.

The night you came to these conclusions, it was hard to sleep peacefully.

Oddly, the thought that filled your mind before you found slumber was a question, a question you would never let yourself dwell on after that night.

Were you the owner of his heart like he was to yours?

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