#it's like the difference between the friendships you make in highschool because you have class together everyday

[flysafepapi]

I'm not going to lie, I love that all the little moments between Rhaenyra and Alicent were largely subtext and the scene with Mysaria decidedly was not, because that makes sense to me.

Rhaenyra's, largely, alone right now. Sure, she's got everyone around, I'm not saying no one cares for her, but it's either in one of two categories: her kids and those she cares for, and the advisors she's rapidly growing tired of.

Mysaria has been the only one, for quite a while, who isn't in either of those. She's resourceful, she could absolutely get by on her own, but she's choosing to stick around because, by her own admission, she knows that she can trust Rhaenyra. It wasn't a coincidence that she told that story about her father and said she made a promise never to trust anyone but she's still there. She could've left at any moment, but she didn't.

In comparison, nothing like that was ever going to happen with Rhaenyra and Alicent, even if everything hadn't happened the way it did, because they grew up together, if that makes sense. I don't think they would've been friends if they hadn't simply been in the same place at the same time. I don't think they didn't care for eachother, but there's a vastly different dynamic between the friendships you make because you're in close quarters and you might as well in comparison to the friendships you make because you both get along because you want to, if that makes sense?

Idk, I just don't think that the same situation would've happened if the Dance hadn't happened, because to me Rhaenyra's friendship with Alicent was largely proximity based. Their fathers worked together closely, they both probably were told to try and get along, it doesn't strike me as a thing that happened organically.

[jiminomenon]

it’s (not) my right to be hellish

pairing: ex-girlfriend! karina x female reader

tag(s): fluff, exes-to-lovers, second chance romance, jealous karina, a bit of angst, highschool au, karina being down bad as usual

word count: 4.2k

warning(s): alcohol consumption

summary: y/n and jimin were inseparable high school sweethearts, but when y/n asks for a break to figure things out, jimin is left heartbroken and confused. despite her frustration, jimin tries to win y/n back with small gestures, but y/n remains distant. things take a turn when a charming new student, starts getting close to y/n, doing all the things jimin used to do—walking her to class, bringing her food, and even partnering with her for projects. jimin’s jealousy grows as she watches y/n and minho grow closer, and she becomes desperate to prove that she’s the one y/n truly belongs with.

y/n and jimin had been inseparable for as long as anyone could remember. their story began in the hallways of their high school, two years ago, when y/n was a shy transfer student and jimin was the confident, popular girl who seemed to have it all.

it was during a rainy afternoon in their sophomore year when their paths first crossed. y/n had been struggling to find her way to the library, her map soaked and nearly illegible. jimin, ever the savior, had noticed her from across the hallway and approached with an umbrella in hand.

"you look lost," jimin had said, her voice warm and teasing. "need a guide?"

y/n had looked up, startled, only to be met with jimin’s bright smile and sharp, honey-brown eyes. she had stammered out a response, her cheeks flushing as jimin laughed and offered to walk her to the library. that was the beginning of everything.

from that day on, jimin made it her mission to be y/n’s personal tour guide, showing her around the school, introducing her to friends, and even helping her with homework. it didn’t take long for y/n to realize that jimin’s kindness wasn’t just for show—she genuinely cared. and it didn’t take long for jimin to realize that y/n was different from anyone she’d ever met. quiet but witty, reserved but fiercely loyal, y/n had a way of making jimin feel seen in a way no one else ever had.

their friendship blossomed quickly, filled with late-night study sessions, shared lunches, and endless laughter. but it wasn’t until the school’s minjeong formal that things shifted between them. jimin had asked y/n to go with her as friends, but by the end of the night, they were slow-dancing under the twinkling lights, their faces inches apart.

"you’re kind of amazing, you know that?" jimin had whispered, her breath warm against y/n’s cheek.

y/n had laughed, her heart racing. "says the girl who literally has a fan club."

"yeah, but none of them are you," jimin had replied, her voice soft but sincere.

that was the moment y/n knew she was falling for her. and when jimin leaned in to kiss her, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

their relationship had been a whirlwind ever since. jimin was the kind of girlfriend who would show up at y/n’s house at 2 a.m. just because she missed her, who would leave little notes in y/n’s locker with doodles and inside jokes, who would defend her fiercely if anyone dared to say a word against her. she was loud, bold, and unapologetically herself, and y/n loved her for it.

but jimin was also intense. she had a tendency to be possessive, always wanting to know where y/n was, who she was with, and what she was doing. at first, y/n found it endearing—proof of how much jimin cared. but over time, it started to feel suffocating. jimin’s love was all-consuming, and while y/n adored her, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was losing herself in the process.

it didn’t help that jimin had a habit of making decisions for both of them without consulting y/n. whether it was planning their weekends or choosing their classes for the next semester, jimin always took the lead, assuming y/n would go along with it. and y/n did, because she didn’t want to disappoint her. but the more she gave in, the more she felt like she was fading into the background of her own life.

the breaking point came one evening after school, when jimin had announced that she’d signed them up for a weekend trip with her friends without asking y/n first. "it’s going to be so much fun," jimin had said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "you’ll love it."

but y/n didn’t love it. she didn’t want to spend her only free weekend surrounded by jimin’s friends, pretending to be okay when she wasn’t. she wanted time to herself, to breathe, to think. and that was when she realized something had to change.

the rooftop was quiet, the usual hum of the school day replaced by the soft rustle of the evening breeze. y/n stood near the edge, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared out at the fading sunset. behind her, jimin leaned against the railing, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable.

"so, what’s up?" jimin asked, her tone casual but laced with curiosity. "you’ve been acting weird all day."

y/n took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. this was it. the moment she’d been dreading but knew she couldn’t avoid any longer. "jimin," she began, her voice steady but soft. "we need to talk."

jimin’s brow furrowed, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "okay... about what?"

y/n turned to face her, her hands clenched at her sides. "i think... i think we need a break."

the words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. for a moment, jimin just stared at her, her expression blank. then, slowly, her confusion turned to disbelief. "a break?" she repeated, her voice rising. "what are you talking about?"

"i just... i need some time to think," y/n said, her voice firm but calm. "everything feels so overwhelming right now. school, family, us... i need space."

jimin let out a short, incredulous laugh. "space? from me? what the hell does that even mean?"

"it means i need time to figure things out on my own," y/n said, her patience already wearing thin. "it’s not about you, jimin. it’s about me."

"bullshit," jimin snapped, her frustration boiling over. "if it’s not about me, then why are you pushing me away? we’ve been through everything together, y/n. why can’t we figure this out together?"

"because i can’t!" y/n shot back, her voice rising now. "i can’t think straight when i’m constantly worrying about us, about you. i need to focus on myself for once."

jimin took a step closer, her eyes blazing. "so, what? you’re just giving up on us? on everything we’ve built?"

"i’m not giving up," y/n said, her voice firm. "i’m just asking for time. is that so hard to understand?"

"yes, it is!" jimin exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. "you’re not making any sense, y/n. if something’s wrong, we fix it. we don’t just take a *break*."

"you’re not listening to me," y/n said, her voice cold now. "i’m not asking for your permission, jimin. i’m telling you what i need."

jimin stared at her, her chest heaving as she tried to process what was happening. "this is ridiculous," she muttered, running a hand through her hair. "you’re being ridiculous."

y/n’s jaw tightened, her patience finally snapping. "i’m done with this conversation," she said, turning on her heel and heading for the rooftop door.

"y/n, wait!" jimin called after her, but y/n didn’t stop. she couldn’t. not when jimin was refusing to listen, refusing to understand.

jimin watched as y/n disappeared through the door, her frustration bubbling over into anger. she kicked the railing, the metal clanging loudly in the quiet evening air. "this is such bullshit," she muttered to herself, pacing back and forth.

but as the anger began to fade, it was replaced by something else—something colder, sharper. determination. if y/n thought she could just walk away, she had another thing coming. jimin wasn’t about to let this go without a fight.

the next day at school, jimin was a woman on a mission. she had spent the entire night replaying the rooftop conversation in her head, and one thing was clear: she wasn’t about to let y/n go without a fight. if y/n needed space, fine. but jimin was going to make sure that space was filled with reminders of how much she cared.

her first move was subtle. she arrived at school early and slipped a note into y/n’s locker. it was short and sweet, written in her messy handwriting: thinking of you. - jimin. she even added a little heart at the end, something she rarely did. as she walked away, she couldn’t help but smirk. y/n would have to appreciate that.

but when y/n opened her locker later that morning, she barely glanced at the note before crumpling it up and tossing it into the trash. jimin, who had been watching from a distance, felt her heart sink. okay, so maybe subtle wasn’t the way to go.

"so, let me get this straight," yizhuo said, leaning back in her chair as she stared at jimin across the cafeteria table. "you’re trying to win y/n back by... leaving her notes?"

"yes," jimin said, her tone defensive. "what’s wrong with that?"

"nothing, if you were in middle school," yizhuo replied, earning a snort from minjeong, who was sitting next to her.

"hey, it’s a start," jimin argued, crossing her arms. "i’m trying to show her i care."

"by leaving her notes that she probably didn’t even read?" minjeong chimed in, raising an eyebrow. "face it, jimin. you’re going to have to step up your game if you want y/n back."

jimin groaned, running a hand through her hair. "what am i supposed to do, then? she won’t even talk to me."

"maybe you should try talking to her instead of leaving cryptic notes," aeri suggested, her tone calm but pointed. "you know, like a normal person."

jimin glared at her friends, but deep down, she knew they were right. if she wanted y/n back, she was going to have to do more than leave notes in her locker. she was going to have to fight for her.

her next attempt was more direct. after school, she waited by y/n’s classroom, leaning casually against the wall as students filed out. when y/n finally appeared, jimin pushed off the wall and fell into step beside her.

"hey," jimin said, her tone casual but her heart racing. "need a ride home?"

y/n didn’t even look at her. "no, thanks," she said, her voice flat.

"come on, it’s raining," jimin pressed, gesturing to the downpour outside. "you’ll get soaked."

"i’ll be fine," y/n said, pulling her hood up and stepping out into the rain.

jimin watched her go, frustration bubbling up inside her. "stubborn," she muttered under her breath. but she wasn’t about to give up.

the next day, jimin decided to go all out. she showed up at school with a bouquet of y/n’s favorite flowers—white lilies—and waited for her by the entrance. when y/n arrived, jimin stepped in front of her, holding out the flowers with a hopeful smile.

"for you," jimin said, her voice soft but confident.

y/n stared at the flowers, then at jimin, her expression unreadable. "jimin, what are you doing?"

"trying to win you back," jimin said, her tone earnest. "i know i messed up, y/n. but i’m not giving up on us."

y/n sighed, her shoulders slumping. "jimin, i told you—"

"i know what you told me," jimin interrupted, her voice firm. "but i’m not going to just sit back and let you walk away. not without a fight."

y/n looked at her for a long moment, then shook her head. "i can’t do this right now," she said, stepping around jimin and walking into the school.

jimin stood there, the flowers still in her hands, feeling like the biggest idiot in the world. but as she watched y/n disappear into the crowd, she felt that familiar determination flare up again. she wasn’t done. not even close.

later that day, jimin found herself sitting on the floor of yizhuo’s bedroom, surrounded by her friends. minjeong was scrolling through her phone, aeri was sketching in her notebook, and yizhuo was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

"so, let me get this straight," yizhuo said, breaking the silence. "you tried to win y/n back with flowers, and she just... walked away?"

"yes," jimin said, her tone defensive. "what’s wrong with flowers?"

"nothing, if you’re in a drama," yizhuo replied, earning a laugh from minjeong.

"maybe you’re trying too hard," aeri suggested, not looking up from her sketchbook. "y/n doesn’t seem like the type to be won over by grand gestures."

"then what am i supposed to do?" jimin asked, her frustration evident. "i can’t just do nothing."

"maybe you should give her some space," minjeong said, finally looking up from her phone. "you know, like she asked."

jimin groaned, leaning back against the bed. "i don’t know how to do that."

"clearly," yizhuo muttered, earning a glare from jimin.

the next few days were a blur of failed attempts. jimin tried everything—leaving y/n’s favorite snacks on her desk, offering to help her with homework, even flirting with her in public. but no matter what she did, y/n remained distant, her walls firmly in place.

it wasn’t until the new student, minho, transferred to their school that jimin realized just how much trouble she was in. minho was tall, handsome, and charming, and from the moment he stepped into the classroom, all eyes were on him. including y/n’s.

jimin watched as minho introduced himself to the class, his smile easy and confident. when he took the seat next to y/n, jimin felt her stomach drop. this was bad. really bad.

jimin had always been observant. it was one of the things y/n used to love about her—how jimin would notice the little things, like when y/n was having a bad day or when she needed a pick-me-up. but now, that same observant nature was driving jimin crazy.

ever since minho had transferred to their school, jimin couldn’t help but notice how he seemed to be everywhere y/n was. it started small—minho walking y/n to her classes, carrying her books, and even offering her snacks from his lunch. things that jimin used to do. things that were supposed to be her things.

at first, jimin tried to brush it off. so what if minho was being friendly? it didn’t mean anything. but then, it escalated.

walking to class

jimin was on her way to her next class when she spotted y/n and minho walking down the hallway together. minho was laughing at something y/n had said, his hand lightly brushing her arm as they walked. jimin felt her stomach twist.

"since when does she let him walk her to class?" jimin muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing as she watched them disappear around the corner.

she couldn’t help but remember the first time she’d walked y/n to class. it had been raining, and y/n had forgotten her umbrella. jimin had swooped in, offering to share hers, and y/n had smiled at her in a way that made jimin’s heart skip a beat. now, minho was the one making y/n smile, and jimin hated it.

lunch time

jimin was sitting with yizhuo, minjeong, and aeri in the cafeteria when she noticed minho sitting with y/n at a table across the room. he was handing her a container of food, his smile wide and genuine.

"is that... sushi?" jimin asked, her voice tight as she stared at them.

"looks like it," yizhuo said, following jimin’s gaze. "why? you jealous?"

"no," jimin snapped, though her clenched fists said otherwise. "i just... i used to bring her sushi. it’s her favorite."

"well, looks like minho knows that too," minjeong said, her tone teasing.

jimin glared at her friends, but her attention was quickly drawn back to y/n and minho. y/n was laughing at something minho had said, her eyes crinkling in that way jimin loved. it was the same laugh jimin used to elicit, and now minho was the one causing it.

driving her home

after school, jimin was waiting by her car, hoping to catch y/n and offer her a ride home. but when y/n finally appeared, minho was right beside her, his car keys dangling from his fingers.

"need a ride?" minho asked, his tone casual but his smile knowing.

"actually, i—" y/n started, but jimin cut her off.

"i can drive you," jimin said, stepping forward. "like i always do."

y/n hesitated, glancing between jimin and minho. "it’s okay, jimin. minho already offered."

jimin felt like she’d been punched in the gut. "since when do you let him drive you home?" she asked, her voice sharper than she intended.

"since now," y/n said, her tone firm. "thanks anyway, jimin."

and with that, y/n climbed into minho’s car, leaving jimin standing there, her hands clenched at her sides.

group projects

the final straw came during class, when their teacher announced a group project. "pair up with your usual partners," the teacher said, and jimin immediately turned to y/n, expecting her to do the same.

but before jimin could say anything, minho was already sliding his desk next to y/n’s. "partners?" he asked, his smile easy and confident.

y/n hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "sure."

jimin felt like the ground had been ripped out from under her. "what about me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

y/n glanced at her, her expression apologetic but firm. "i think it’s better if we work with other people this time.

jimin stared at her, her heart pounding in her chest. this was supposed to be their thing. they always worked together. always. but now, y/n was choosing minho over her, and jimin didn’t know how to handle.

a party was hosted by one of the seniors, a popular guy named jaehyun who was known for throwing the best parties in school. it was the kind of event everyone talked about for weeks, and invitations were highly coveted. jimin hadn’t planned on going—she wasn’t in the mood for loud music and crowded rooms—but yizhuo had insisted.

"you’ve been moping around for weeks," yizhuo had said, her tone firm. "you need to get out of the house and have some fun. who knows? maybe y/n will be there."

jimin had rolled her eyes at the time, but the thought of seeing y/n had lingered in the back of her mind. so, when minjeong and aeri had shown up at her door that evening, dressed to impress and ready to go, jimin had reluctantly agreed.

"fine," she had said, grabbing her jacket. "but if this turns into a disaster, i’m blaming all of you."

"noted," minjeong had replied with a grin. "now let’s go before we miss the good snacks."

the party was in full swing by the time they arrived, the bass from the music thumping through the walls and the air thick with the smell of sweat and cheap alcohol. jimin had been drinking for hours, her frustration and jealousy bubbling over with every sip. she had come to the party with yizhuo, minjeong, and aeri, hoping to distract herself from the mess that was her life. but then y/n walked in—with minho.

jimin’s heart dropped the moment she saw them. y/n looked stunning, as always, her laughter ringing out as minho leaned down to whisper something in her ear. jimin felt her stomach twist, her grip tightening around the red plastic cup in her hand.

"you okay?" yizhuo asked, her voice cutting through the noise. she had been watching jimin all night, her concern growing with every drink jimin downed.

"i’m fine," jimin muttered, her eyes never leaving y/n and minho. "just peachy."

yizhuo followed her gaze, her lips pressing into a thin line. "you know, maybe you should just talk to her. sober."

"i’ve tried talking to her," jimin snapped, her voice rising. "she doesn’t listen. she’s too busy with him."

before yizhuo could respond, jimin was on her feet, her cup abandoned on the table as she made her way across the room. her vision was slightly blurry, her steps unsteady, but her determination was unwavering. she wasn’t going to let y/n walk away from her again. not without a fight.

y/n was standing by the snack table, laughing at something minho had said, when jimin appeared in front of her. her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy, and her words slurred as she spoke.

"what are you doing with him?" jimin demanded, her voice loud enough to make a few heads turn.

y/n blinked, her smile fading. "jimin? are you drunk?"

"maybe," jimin said, crossing her arms. "but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re here with him."

minho raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "is there a problem?"

"yes, there’s a problem," jimin snapped, her frustration boiling over. "you’re always around her, doing all the things i used to do. walking her to class, bringing her food, driving her home—now you’re here with her at a party? what’s next, huh? are you going to start holding her hand too? kissing her?"

"jimin," y/n said, her voice sharp. "stop it."

"no, i’m not going to stop," jimin said, her voice rising. "you don’t get to just replace me, y/n. i was there for you when no one else was. i was the one who made you laugh, who held you when you were sad, who loved you more than anything. and now you’re just... what? throwing that all away for him?"

y/n stared at her, her expression a mix of shock and frustration. "jimin, you’re being ridiculous."

"am i?" jimin shot back, her voice cracking. "because it sure feels like you’re forgetting everything we had. everything i did for you. and for what? so you can play house with some guy who doesn’t even know you like i do?"

the room had gone quiet, the music fading into the background as everyone turned to watch the scene unfold. y/n’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but before she could respond, jimin took a step closer, her voice softening.

"i love you, y/n," jimin said, her words slurred but sincere. "i love you so much, and it kills me to see you with him. please, just... come back to me."

y/n stared at her, her heart pounding in her chest. she had missed jimin more than she cared to admit, and seeing her like this—vulnerable, desperate, and completely honest—made it impossible to stay strong.

"jimin," y/n said, her voice soft but firm. "you’re drunk."

"so what if i am?" jimin said, her voice breaking. "it doesn’t change how i feel. i love you, y/n. i always have, and i always will."

y/n hesitated for a moment, then grabbed jimin’s hand and pulled her away from the crowd. "come on," she said, her tone firm. "we’re not doing this here."

jimin stumbled after her, her heart racing as y/n led her through the house and out into the backyard. the cool night air hit her face, sobering her up just enough to realize where they were. the backyard was quiet, the noise of the party muffled by the walls of the house. the only light came from the moon, casting a soft glow over the grass.

"what are we doing out here?" jimin asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"we’re talking," y/n said, her tone firm but gentle. "without an audience."

jimin stared at her, her heart pounding in her chest. "so talk."

y/n took a deep breath, her hands still holding jimin’s. "i missed you too, you idiot," she said, her voice soft but sincere. "but you have to understand—i needed space. i needed to figure things out on my own."

"and did you?" jimin asked, her voice trembling. "figure things out?"

y/n hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "i did. and i realized that no matter how much space i take, i always come back to you."

jimin’s heart skipped a beat. "what are you saying?"

"i’m saying that i love you, jimin," y/n said, her voice firm but gentle. "and i’m not going anywhere."

jimin stared at her, her heart swelling with hope. "does this mean...?"

"it means we’re going to figure it out," y/n said, her voice firm but gentle. "together."

and then she kissed her.

it was soft and sweet, a kiss filled with all the words they hadn’t been able to say. jimin’s hands found their way to y/n’s waist, pulling her closer as she kissed her back. it was everything she had been missing, everything she had been fighting for.

when they finally pulled apart, jimin’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide with shock. "what was that for?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"to shut you up," y/n said, her lips curling into a small smile. "and because i missed you too, you idiot."

jimin smiled, her heart lighter than it had been in weeks. "i like the sound of that."

as the noise of the party faded into the background, jimin realized that sometimes, love wasn’t about holding on too tight—it was about knowing when to let go, and trusting that the person you loved would find their way back to you.

[eunandonly]

contemplating : love, friendships and theories of time

୨୧ ; fate is a strange concept, isn’t it? because park sunghoon was the last person you had expected to see in your philosophy lecture in uni

pairing! philosophymajor!sunghoon x philosophymajor!reader | wc. 0.8k | warnings: wrong philosophy info, prob cringe EN-

🖇️ : philosophy major sunghoon SKDKDKSK. also, to the girly who asked for a uni fic for the science and maths girls, i hope you’re looking forward to my sunoo uni fic ~

you and sunghoon go WAYYYY back

he was your neighbour in that little picturesque town you both lived in, your mum's friend's annoying son who always seemed to be loitering around at your house

you thought your mum adopted him or smth bc why was he at your house more than his own?? — more under cut!!

you used to tease him about being homeless back in the days

but yk you two were best friends

but you and sunghoon kind of just drifted apart in high school after he moved during his freshman year at high school

you see his instagram posts sometimes, pictures of him out with his friends, jawline still jawlining

you sometimes even scroll down to his older posts where you are present in his photos, smiling next to him with a wide braces smile

but you never thought you would cross paths with park sunghoon again

that is, until university.

you walk into your first philosophy lecture and oh look there he is

park sunghoon sitting in one of the corners with his notebook looking like the exact definition of brooding intellectual

what is that guy doing here WHY IS HE HERE?

you two recognise each other instantly but there's this moment of awkwardness

like "oh, do you remember when we used to steal each other's snacks in 5th grade?"

except now he's all grown up, wearing wireframe glasses and quoting descartes during class discussions

you just try to focus on your lecture but you can't really forget about sunghoon being in your philosophy lecture

oh yeah, and he looks x100 hotter than you remember WHAT'S GOING ON

puberty hit him hard

after the lecture, you're about to pack your stuff and leave as soon as you can but he just strides up to you with his obnoxiously long legs

you always hated his stupid long legs you always had to run to catch up

you're certain he walked faster on purpose to leave you behind

ANYWAYS sunghoon just says long time no see in that smooth voice of his.

he's polite, maybe a bit shy, but there's a hint of a smile on his face and it's almost like the years of not seeing each other disappears

you two start hanging out more- grabbing coffee together before 8AM morning lectures designed to kill university students, studying together in the library

your mum is also really happy to hear that you've met sunghoon

you always knew she liked him better than you.

but you guys only get closer on a fateful thursday morning as you’re making your way to your morning lecture

because sunghoon is standing in the courtyard with a baby kitten in his arms whilst panicking

“y/n this cat keeps following me and she doesn’t have a mum.���

ofc you need to take it in SHE’S SO CUTE

you end up skipping lectures and spending the entire day with sunghoon to bring the cat to the vet and buy food

sunghoon wants to name the cat descartes but you veto that immediately

by the day is over, you have a kitten named mochi with sunghoon as a co-parent

now you’re seeing him all the time bc guess who has joint custody over mochi??

ok but spending time with sunghoon isn't as hard as you thought it would be

like yes he moved without a word and practically ghosted you in highschool

but it all feels really natural WHO CHEERED??

but between kitten playdates and philosophy study sessions stuff start feeling kinda different HMMM

which you didn’t think was possible btw sunghoon’s hobby is literally talking about existentialism and calligraphy

yeah and you knew him since he was five

ok but he looks really hot whilst talking about sartre NDJDKDKSKS

who knew you would start feeling all warm inside from sunghoon

not the 14 years old you in the past

but now everytime you touch in any way, you feel yourself flush pink

and you can’t ignore how sunghoon tries to act all nonchalant about it but his ears are turning red

how cute.

“you ever heard about hegel’s theory of love?”

“if you’re about to lecture me, i’m leaving.”

“no- listen, it’s about how love is this push and pull that makes you grow and stuff, and i don’t think i’m just studying it anymore. i think i’m feeling it, with you.”

ok that sounded a lot better in my head please don’t come for me

but yeah

aristotle believed everyone has a purpose they’re meant to fulfill. perhaps you didn’t know it back than, but losing touch with sunghoon and finding him again… it feels like you two were meant to meet in the future. perhaps it’s fate

✉️ : @icyy-hoon

[ecargmura]

A Sign Of Affection Episode 8 Review - Unrequited Love Sucks

I am praying to all the Gods in existence for this story to stray far away from drama. There’s already hints about a messy love triangle between Itsuomi, Emma and Shin and not to mention the ongoing conflict about Oushi’s feelings for Yuki. I just hope that nothing bad happens and that everything can be handled as maturely as possible; these characters are adults, so handle things like adults.

I wonder why some anime sites list Shin’s surname as Iyanagi when it’s actually Iryuu. Because of this, I have to change my tags! On the topic of Shin, I feel bad for him. I’ve been in his situation as well as being in Emma’s situation. Being in love with someone who will never love you back the same way really does suck. Shin loves Emma, but she loves Itsuomi, who is dating Yuki. The fact that he’s still friends with Itsuomi and not cut him off from his life shows how strong their friendship is. Heck, the first thing Itsuomi did was introduce Yuki to Shin in hopes that Emma can finally move on. I do like how much he trusts Shin to reveal these things to him. He trusts him as much as he trusts Kyouya, who’s his family. I was slightly frustrated when Shin didn’t tell Emma of the big news, but it makes sense as he doesn’t want to hurt her.

The Highschool flashback scene was interesting to see. It was nice seeing what Itsuomi was like back then. He was a mysterious transfer student, so he was easily the talk of the school with how handsome he was. Emma fell for him at first sight. It was also nice seeing insight on how the three became friends. The love triangle between them stems from Shin falling for Emma at first sight and Emma falling for Itsuomi at first sight. Despite that, they all got along as they kept hanging out at the rooftop. Shin had multiple girlfriends that he used as replacements to get over his feelings for Emma, but he never got over them, hence his constant breakups and rumors about him sleeping around a lot. He even had to self-sabotage himself by saying that Emma was someone he’d never fall in love with and even hoped Itsuomi and Emma would date just so he could have closure. His feelings are very complicated, but I hope for the best for him.

People might think that Emma falling for Itsuomi at first sight isn’t realistic, but love works in mysterious ways. Sometimes, you just fall for someone without knowing too much about them. I fell in love with a boy in my middle school class after seeing how different he was from the other boys I was friends with. I didn’t really talk to him much due to us being reserved, but I didn’t even realize I liked him romantically until a friend told me she had a crush on him and the thought of her liking him irked me. It just happens; I guarantee that. However, I do wonder if Emma’s feelings for him just stem from her liking his appearance. Like, even though he brushed her off so many times, she still clings onto him in hopes that he’ll like her back. I just hope she won’t bring unnecessary drama in the future.

I do like that time passes in this show as Yuki, Rin and Itsuomi have moved onto upper grades; Yuki is a second-year now. Rin and Itsuomi are third-years now. Yuki now has new note takers as Rin had to quit due to conflicting schedules. They’re still friends, however.

All the Yuki and Itsuomi scenes are adorable, which is why I didn’t talk much about them for this review. The Yuki and stoat comparison was the highlight to me; it’s nice to have a character be compared to an animal that’s not the traditional pets. However, I am interested in the sign language boot camp next episode. I can’t wait to see if Kyouya and Rin will get good progression and to see more Yuki and Itsuomi scenes. What are your thoughts?

[iieonarch]

A chance for a reunion

No TWs or CWs, nice things here, highschool AU, waterfire

The pitter-patter of the rain could not drown the gradually increasing heartbeat that He Ziyan heard in his ears, the feelings from his previous two years of high school slowly making their way back to his mind, and the days they spent together seem to lay themselves out for him to remember. Under this dark and cold afternoon was Jiang Miao’s single figure standing outside of the lobby, his back facing He Ziyan who had just finished changing from his soccer club activities. 

What point is there to escape a scenario like this? He Ziyan couldn’t bear to ignore him and walked ahead; leaving an old friend on this gloomy day without saying a word? That was too cruel. He should have gotten used to handling these feelings he had managed to suppress. 

It’ll be a little chat between classmates and nothing more. 

The thought of referring to their current relationship as ‘just classmates’ stung. They weren’t ‘just classmates’ two years ago, they were frankly––best friends and Jiang Miao was someone he cherishes. Someone who he finds it hard to tear away from his gaze. 

He Ziyan breathed in and adjusted the new t-shirt he had changed into and walked forward, at one point fearing that he would lose contact with the floor and slipped, but there he was standing next to Jiang Miao who was typing something on his phone. 

“Good afternoon,” He Ziyan greeted in a cheerful tone, pausing in between the syllables. 

Jiang Miao’s expression instantly changed from indifferent to surprise, he shoved his phone into his bag and then gave him a brilliant smile, the same smile He Ziyan had always received. 

“You’re still here?” Jiang Miao asked, excitement latching onto his tone, “I thought I was the only one left––Ah, so lucky so lucky.” 

He Ziyan felt a tight squeeze inside his chest. He misses it, he misses hearing this voice and the calmness Jiang Miao brought with him. “It’ll be extra gloomy without a company right?” 

“Definitely.” Jiang Miao replied and then his eyes glanced at He Ziyan’s sports bag, “soccer practice? I heard you won the friendly match last week? I wish I had come.”

“Oh,” He Ziyan was a bit stunned, he didn’t expect Jiang Miao to keep up with their soccer club news, “it’s alright. There weren’t a lot of people watching anyway.”  

“Still,” Jiang Miao sighed softly, his own hands interlocked and the puddles in front of them successfully gained his interest, “I’ve always wanted to watch ever since you started in your second year.” 

He Ziyan grew silent, his sports bag suddenly grew twice as heavier than the first and so did his heart. He Ziyan cursed internally, he was worse than he thought. It wasn’t this difficult to talk to Jiang Miao back in the past, had they strayed too far away from each other that this friendship started to wither? 

When their second year started they were already placed in different classes, yet the two of them were able to make time and find each other. Every morning and afternoon, sometimes after school, they would spend some time together. 

Later on, Jiang Miao was picked to be the class leader in his second semester, and not long after, He Ziyan’s application to join the soccer club was accepted. With Jiang Miao becoming busier with class leader tasks and occasionally working together with the student council, He Ziyan had also become busier with his soccer practice. There was an attempt in trying to stay in contact whenever they could, but it slowly chipped away into just saying ‘hi’ in the hallways. 

Before He Ziyan managed to say anything in return, Jiang Miao had beaten him to it. “I have to watch you play before we graduate.” He said sternly, almost as if reminding himself. 

He Ziyan couldn’t stop himself from bursting into laughter. Not in mockery, not because he was teasing, it was because of how much he missed this side of Jiang Miao. The Jiang Miao who was persistent and determined in their first year had assured He Ziyan in the clinic when they first met when He Ziyan had injured his knee during practice. Despite only knowing each other’s names and classrooms’, Jiang Miao’s words that day latched onto him and He Ziyan had held onto those words, recalling every bit of kindness and warmth in them to improve his skills. 

“Sorry,” He Ziyan cleared his throat, “has it been that long? I can’t believe we’re almost graduating.” 

In all honesty, whenever he plays he longs to find Jiang Miao sitting to watch him. He wondered if the presence of this boy he had fallen in love with could make him much stronger, powerful enough to conquer the skies. 

Jiang Miao seemed to be lost in his thoughts for a moment. “Sorry?”

He Ziyan looked into his innocently blinking eyes and smiled awkwardly. “Yes?” 

“Oh, I mean,” Jiang Miao chuckled, “you were saying?” 

“It’s––” He Ziyan’s voice grew quieter, he shook his head, “It’s nothing, don’t worry.” 

The rain grew heavier and each raindrop appeared to be corresponding to his drumming heartbeat. He Ziyan squinted to see through the heavy fog, he could make a run for it; his home isn’t far from school but–– he glanced at Jiang Miao who seemed to be counting the falling droplets. For how long has he been standing out here in the cold? 

“Is someone picking you up?” He Ziyan asked, remembering how Jiang Miao was on his phone a few minutes ago. 

“Ah, no. I’ll wait for the rain to tone down,” Jiang Miao smiled. 

Even in this unfortunate situation, he still brought himself to smile. He Ziyan thought that Jiang Miao’s smile and laughter were enough to stop the storm in his heart alone, bringing him the courage to push through the rain at this moment. 

Then, I’ll accompany you. 

“Me too, I’ll wait for the rain to lessen just a bit.” He Ziyan said after a thought. “Ah right––” 

He Ziyan placed his sports bag on the floor and opened his backpack, the sound of plastic wrapper filling their ears. He pulled out the chocolate bar that he bought from the canteen just before it had closed earlier. 

“Here,” He Ziyan offered to him, grinning playfully, “just like the back then right?” 

Jiang Miao accepted the chocolate, a serene smile on his face as he held it in his hands before suddenly forcing it to break in half. The sound echoed inside of him, triggering a memory they shared.

By the time He Ziyan mentally slapped himself back, Jiang Miao had opened the wrapper and handed him the other half of the chocolate. 

“Just like back then,” Jiang Miao replied. 

Indeed, it was like back then. Jiang Miao, who had always skipped breakfast to catch up on the bus for school sometimes ended up in the clinic. He Ziyan started buying him snacks in the morning and it became a habit for them to share the snacks. Though the latter was mostly out of Jiang Miao’s complaints saying it wasn’t fair. He Ziyan himself didn’t mind, he found joy in seeing Jiang Miao's surprised reactions to finding hidden snacks in his bag’s side pockets, slipped in his notebook or his pencil case. 

“Wait, you’re still going home by bus then?” He Ziyan suddenly remembered. 

Jiang Miao took a bite of the chocolate. “Yes, I still do.” 

Fuck. 

The rain did not give up. He Ziyan didn’t need to look at the clock to know what time it was, he always finished his practice at 5:30. While He Ziyan’s house was conveniently near, who knows what time Jiang Miao would arrive back home if he waited any longer. A wave of guilt and anxiousness struck him when he realized how Jiang Miao must’ve always walked home on his own since the two got busier. He Ziyan’s fingers dug into his skin; he felt embarrassed for being ignorant, almost casting away this already fragile friendship on the verge of completely shattering. 

The fog continued to linger and the sky grew darker as it approaches the night. Jiang Miao leisurely finished his chocolate while He Ziyan’s mind went racing in search of methods to help the boy next to him. And here he had thought his feelings had long vanished, but He Ziyan realized that the wish to stay close and protect Jiang Miao still existed somewhere in his heart. The first love is always hard to forget. 

“Jiang Miao,” He Ziyan called his name for the first time that day and Jiang Miao turned to him. 

He Ziyan fumbled with his words inside his head, he ended up saying none of them, then grabbed his sports bag and stepped out of the lobby. “I’ll be back. Wait for me!” 

Jiang Miao’s eyes widened. “He Ziyan?! Wait!” 

But, He Ziyan had dashed into the pouring rain wearing nothing but a t-shirt and carrying his bags, unprotected. Jiang Miao stood dumbfounded then looked around frantically, there was nothing around him that could be used as an umbrella. 

What was He Ziyan thinking...?

Jiang Miao went inside to sit on one of the benches in the lobby. His leg stretched out in front of him and his foot constantly moved, restlessly. 

He Ziyan had always been the fastest to take action, in any scenario. Jiang Miao frowned, he was quite reckless. 

The rain had made Jiang Miao feel a bit drowsy but now he was wide awake and alert, the sweet taste of chocolate settled in his mouth. Ever since they picked different paths in their second year, Jiang Miao felt something slowly shifted. He Ziyan would be occupied whenever he wanted to find him and Jiang Miao would also be busy with class leader work whenever He Ziyan wanted to find him. They used to be able to find each other, but a wall had accumulated in the times where they rarely see one another.  

Jiang Miao sighed. He was picked as the vice-president of the school’s student council; oftentimes he’d scurry around following the president wherever the other would go, which could go an entire day. When his mind would be filled with plans and meetings, he would walk by the soccer field to find a certain someone even if the chances of meeting his eyes were low. 

Jiang Miao has heard from several students that He Ziyan would seldom look for him but usually, he only received such news hours later after a long meeting and He Ziyan would be long gone. His freedom is almost nonexistent and even with the tiniest of free time, that wasn’t enough to locate He Ziyan who had probably gone out of school for a match. He was always too late.

For a long time, Jiang Miao couldn’t accept that this was it, he was afraid; he didn’t want to think that this may be the end of this friendship. The chocolate he bought for himself, the candies he ate on his own, and the sweet orange juice they had couldn’t compare to the flavors in the past they shared. Everything felt incomplete, missing. There was no one he could share this other half with, it didn’t feel right if it wasn’t He Ziyan. 

Jiang Miao closed his eyes. He Ziyan’s warmth, He Ziyan’s voice, He Ziyan’s pleasant laughter, He Ziyan himself. Just a while ago, Jiang Miao’s yearning for a proper conversation was finally fulfilled, until He Ziyan took off into the distance. 

If having to wait for him could guarantee longer moments like before, Jiang Miao would wait until He Ziyan is ready. 

Moments had passed and Jiang Miao’s longing changed into worry. He pulled his phone out and scrolled through his list of contacts in search of He Ziyan’s number which he hadn’t clicked on for so long. The dialing tone pierced his ears but went into an immediate stop soon after. 

“The number you are calling is unavailable.” 

Jiang Miao clicked his tongue. “Can’t be. Did he change his phone number?” 

He was going to text one of his classmates to ask for He Ziyan’s new number but his ears picked up the sound of rushing footsteps and he looked up just in time to see He Ziyan, drenched from the rain wearing a waterproof jacket and an orange umbrella in his hand. 

Jiang Miao sprung from his seat with a handkerchief he frequently carries in his bag.

He Ziyan panted and shook some of the water pooling in the creases of his coat. “Sorry, Jiang Miao...Did you wait long––” 

Jiang Miao’s handkerchief had gently patted his wet face before he had finished and for the first time in He Ziyan’s life, he was just inches away from Jiang Miao’s frowning face who was too immersed in drying He Ziyan’s face. Jiang Miao’s eyes trembled, his brows pressing close tightly––unhappy, but still beautiful. He Ziyan had never been this close to anyone that he subconsciously held his breath. 

“You,” Jiang Miao sighed and pulled away, his voice shook lightly, “you silly––Look at you, recklessly running in the rain. What for?” 

He Ziyan gave him a sheepish smile. “For you.” 

The umbrella nudged Jiang Miao’s leg, his racing heart took a turn and softened. He heard He Ziyan laughing the second time while he sighed once more. 

“It’s almost nighttime, we can get to the bus stop in time if we go now,” He Ziyan quickly urged. 

“Right,” Jiang Miao answered and placed the handkerchief in He Ziyan’s hand, “I’m holding the umbrella, you make do with that and dry yourself.” 

He Ziyan held back another laugh. This side of Jiang Miao was as rare as diamonds, the numbing cold that clung onto him slowly dissolved knowing that Jiang Miao cared and that he was worried for him. 

The blue handkerchief was soft to the touch, just like Jiang Miao’s hands that had helped him wrap the bandage around his injured knee when they first met. 

+++

The fog from the heavy rain slowly vanished after they stepped out of the school building. Wild bushes and patches of grass were decorated with droplets of rain, hanging off of their leaves like glass earrings. He Ziyan had long finished drying himself, or so he said. In actuality he didn’t want to use Jiang Miao’s handkerchief, too afraid of ruining the soft texture that it now sat neatly in his pocket, folded. 

Jiang Miao carried the umbrella but sometimes would be distracted and it bumped onto He Ziyan’s head from time to time. 

“Sorry! I’m so sorry, did it hurt?” Jiang Miao panicked and stopped in his tracks.

“Not at all,” He Ziyan chuckled, “but your hand must be sore, I can carry it.” 

Jiang Miao immediately put on a polite smile. “Not at all, I can manage.” 

The walk felt nostalgic. When he used to walk Jiang Miao to the bus stop, they would stop by the small stand on the sidewalk and bought warm bread with jam. Today, that kind old grandpa was nowhere to be seen and it was only a pool of rainwater at his place. The usually crowded crossroad less occupied and the two walked calmly without any obstacle to the other side. 

A couple of blocks later and a few streets to cross, their peaceful and quiet walk shattered when they saw the bus drive past them. Jiang Miao’s heart jumped to his throat and he could only let out a small gasp, his hand shook as he quickly fumbled with the umbrella. The bus stop was just ahead of them, not very far if they ran. 

“He Ziyan––” 

“Come on!” 

Jiang Miao’s hand was seized in He Ziyan’s cold one and he was pulled into a sprint. The needles of water fell freely onto them, and each drop sent a shiver up Jiang Miao’s spine. Jiang Miao’s heart hammered against his ribs, his legs throbbed and his lungs struggled but, He Ziyan’s grip around his hand was capable of preventing Jiang Miao from slipping away. Jiang Miao’s fingers tightened around his hand. He managed a smile. It felt nice. 

After a few puddles of water were splashed and almost bumping into a few people, they arrived just as the bus slowed to a stop. Jiang Miao’s chest burned painfully and he had no energy to speak even an utterance, his hand was still in He Ziyan’s and both of them holding tightly onto one another.

“Go––Come on,” He Ziyan whispered in a hurry, “get on…get home safely,” He Ziyan guided him, gently pushing him onto the bus. 

Jiang Miao looked back at He Ziyan, their hands pulling apart as soon as the engines of the bus started, the cold air hits their wet skin from the rain and there was nothing keeping it warm. He stumbled to find a window seat and from the glass filled with droplets of rain, Jiang Miao then waved his hand at He Ziyan in a way one would think he might accidentally twist it. 

He Ziyan snickered and waved in return, he kept waving even if Jiang Miao probably couldn’t see him and only lowered his arm when the bus grew smaller in his vision. 

He Ziyan sat on the waiting bench at the bus stop and breathed slowly. The warmth of Jiang Miao’s hand in his continues to linger, like a thin coat of protection that he gave before he left. He placed his hand in his pocket and touched something that wasn’t his phone. He pulled it out only to see that it was Jiang Miao’s handkerchief he had forgotten to return. 

On the other hand, Jiang Miao laughed quietly to himself as he properly closed the orange umbrella he accidentally brought with him. Even if he wasn’t able to wipe his hand from the cold rainwater, at least He Ziyan could feel the warmth from wiping the cold droplets away.

He Ziyan sighed softly as he folded the handkerchief just as he did before. Even if he ended up walking back in the rain on his way back, at least Jiang Miao would be protected from the rain with his umbrella. 

I’ll look for him tomorrow.

END. 

[stars-in-a-jam-jar]

So like. Functionally. The concept of Media Literacy is the ability to, with some level of proficiency, comprehend and interpret a text; not just as in being able to read the words and process the structure of the sentences, but to derive an underlying ethos from that text. It's the difference between 'I like Ritz and other salty snacks' and 'Lotta nuance to a Ritz cracker if you really pay attention'.

I think at the core of people saying media literacy is dead is the attitude amongst a slowly growing (or at least slowly growing louder) contingent of people attempting media analysis who try and Come To The Correct Conclusion and the way that attitude clashes against Most Other Things. The people saying they know the one thing this art is Actually saying and Actually about say people are either foolishly blind to or willfully ignoring The Important Parts, so they say media literacy is dying. The complex soup of people who think those people are being ridiculous for one reason or another say those guys aren't actually engaging with the text on its own terms, or under the lens it is meant to be seen, or with the proper amount of grace and good faith, or any other way to criticize someone's approach to media analysis. So they also say media literacy is dying.

This further clashes against casual enjoyers who only consciously know their own personal tastes and intuitively vibe check pieces of media based on what those tastes are. Either you own being a casual enjoyer of a thing and chafe at all the people talking over your head about What's Actually Going On And What It's Actually About/Saying/Implying/Endorsing/Whatever, or you feel the need to be on the same level as everyone else and try to articulate and justify intuitive vibes-based things inside yourself using the only language available to you, which is often other people on the internet. This is a bonkers unreliable way to develop and articulate an argument, opinion, or interpretation about anything. Like, example, I initially got as interested in media analysis as I did when I was a middle schooler because I watched Friendship is Magic and there was a very active community of randoms making videos about it on YouTube. Most of them were doing high school freshman levels of analysis on these pony cartoons for elementary schoolers, which was incredibly convenient for me, a 7th grader with a lot of expendable energy, because it felt novel and challenging without being inaccessible to hear words like 'continuity' and 'character development' and 'metaphor' getting thrown around and broken down. However, it is important to note, I was Also paying a lot of attention in my PreAP English classes IRL. I graduated highschool with a college freshman level of English literature education and media literacy, at least according to them institutions what say who's smart and who's smartn't.

If I was dismissing my English classes out of hand because I figured 'I have other plans for my life, I don't need to dig into this gay little book about boys at a boarding school.' (Go read A Separate Peace) 'What was the takeaway from Lord of the Flies? People are weird and do bad stuff to one another, idk.' 'Why are we reading Shakespeare? Romeo and Juliet is depressing and I don't care about any of the other ones.' If I'd decided not to expend the energy becoming excellent at media analysis, I'd still be at that level I was in the 7th grade, kind of understanding that character development is important and things *can* mean other things and reference older stuff like myths or historical events, but not having a backlog of experience and texts I've paid close attention to which I can then apply to this random weird indie game or that shakily executed anime or that Really Visceral black humor podcast.

So basically what I'm saying is it boils down to a combination of too many people talking, too many people talking past eachother, and a lot of really underqualified analysts attempting to participate and muddying the waters.

"Media Literacy"

I know it is a problem, but everytime I hear someone say "Media Literacy is dead", I just hear someone saying "I'm so much smarter than these idiots!", like they themselves already know everything about how media literacy works, have never had an uninformed or biased take and that stories have ONE WAY they can ever be read or experienced or understood.

But maybe I'm misunderstanding the trend, so let's get this out: when people say there is a media literacy crisis, what EXACTLY do you mean?

[kwinnieppang]

Dear, My Friend

Dear My Friend | Y. JH x Fem!Reader x H. JS

Starring : Possessive!Jeong Han x reader x Soft!Joshua

Synopsis : Jeong Han and Joshua were your best friends from elementary to high school. However, at the last moment before graduating from high school, Joshua makes a mistake that triggers Jeong Han's emotions. Because of Joshua, your friendship was destroyed and you had to get involved in some trouble caused by Jeong Han. That problem only brings you into a life that is not fun at all. All this time, the Jeong Han you know is not the real Jeong Han.

Warning : Obsession, Kidnapping, Harsh Words, Drugs (Sleep and Aphrodisiac), Virgin! Reader, PWP, Smut (Rough Sex, Degrading, Creampie, Oral fem receiving, Praise, Non-Consent, Unprotected Sex, Overstimulation, impregnate, etc)

Author's note: I'm not normalizing the things that happen here in the real world, this is all just for stories and not for the real world! Stay safe for you all out there and I'm sorry if this story is triggering you!

Words count : 7k+(Long, patience please)

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUANGE

GOING SEVENTEEN

You, Jeong Han, and Joshua have been good friends since elementary school. You still clearly remember the incident when you were in 3rd grade, Jeong Han grabbed your pencil and scratched the back of your hand because he thought you were a difficult person. At that time, you could only cry and Joshua comforted you. After that incident, it was Joshua who tried hard to restore your friendship. Luckily, you're the type of person who can forgive even though there's still a little grudge and Jeong Han admits his mistake. Your friendship continues and is filled with reflection and self-evaluation.

Until it's time for you to enter a higher level, namely junior high school. Amazingly, your friendship is getting closer and harder to separate. Luck is also on your side because you two are in the same class twice. If you do the math, the three of you have been in the same class 5 times already. Starting from grade 1th, 3rd, and 6th grade from elementary school, continued with 1st and 2nd grade of junior highschool. Indeed, you were never in the same class at all or were completely separated in 5th grade. However, the rest of you usually get to be in the same class as one of you and there will definitely be someone alone.

Since you guys have entered the teenage phase, Jeong Han made a pact to keep your friendship.

No one should involve more feelings in your friendship, whoever it is.

And of course, you agree to this because you really feel that nothing involves more feelings or liking your own best friend.

Towards graduation to a higher level, namely high school, Joshua chose a different major from the two of you. Joshua wanted to focus on becoming a doctor, that's why he chose to major in science while you two chose to major in social studies. There, you know that you will separate and can never be fully together again in the classroom. Jeong Han, who felt sad, decided to make a mutual agreement. Jeong Han doesn't want their friendship to end just because they have different majors.

At first it went smoothly, until they finally stepped on the 2nd grade of high school.

There is a student from the science department who likes Joshua and, unfortunately, they are in the same class. The girl doesn't know anything about Joshua's friendship and she looks down on you because she feels you are her rival. You are actually also not involved in the matter, so you have to be involved. Of course you will tell this to Jeong Han. That girl became a hot topic between you three and frustrated Joshua. Jeong Han and you are willing to help, but can't overtly either.

You two try to help him when there is a busy event. For example, during a seminar, Joshua will leave two seats for the two of you so you can stay together. However, this time Joshua couldn't joke around like before because the girl would try to steal his attention. You and Jeong Han also occasionally try to make Joshua feel less bothered but fail. The girl also looked down on you even more, labeling you as “Playgirl”.

This made Jeong Han feel very annoyed.

Until finally you are in the last level of high school. Joshua still can't let go of the girl because it turns out that they are in the same class again, while you and Jeong Han are in the same class again. Jeong Han didn't want anything to do with the girl anymore, so he asked Joshua to meet you two when the girl wasn't with Joshua. You feel quite relieved because Jeong Han seems to protect you from malicious comments from friends of your same age.

“Jeong Han, here is food! Come on get it!” You took out a box of boxes for Jeong Han.

You also take it for yourself.

"After this we are on vacation again, finally I can lie down on the bed as much as I want before continuing to the next semester..." Min Ha sat in the teacher's chair which was close to the air conditioner.

"Eeehh~ You also have to do activities, you can't just lie down on the bed all the time." Jeong Han opened his box and prepared himself to eat.

"I'm not as productive as you think, Jeong Han... After I take my report card, I'm going to sleep for 2 days, I want to hibernate."

"Are you a bear?" Jeong Han put his food in his mouth and chewed it.

"Yes, indeed I like to be called a bear, bear is cute... I also like pandas..." You smiled happily.

"You don't want to eat?"

You shook your head, you glanced at the clock on the wall.

"It's still past 10, my mom also told me not to be greedy... So, yeah... I won't eat first... Wait for 11 to 12, count this for lunch."

You stare at Jeong Han who is chewing with his mouth full.

“You're funny, you look like a squirrel eating its nuts…” You held back your laughter and also covered your lips with the back of your hand so Jeong Han wouldn't feel embarrassed.

“Hmm!! You're mocking me?" Jung Han furrowed his brows.

“No, I said you're cute… You don't take it like that, you think you're creepy? Not at all."

Jeong Han took the side dish that had been cut into pieces and pointed the chopsticks that were between the pieces of meat at you.

"Come on, eat... Try it first, who knows you like it and want to eat it."

Again and again, you shook your head.

"No need, I'm not hungry."

Jeong Han insists, you don't want to make him angry.

You eat the piece of meat and Jeong Han smiles happily, he goes back to eating.

However, you didn't know that someone was watching you two from outside the classroom.

He felt something he shouldn't have felt.

"I think I like her... I can't help it, Jeong Han."

Jeong Han was silent, he tried to digest the situation and his friend's words earlier.

“W-What is the reason you like her, Joshua? Didn't we agree that we wouldn't involve feelings—”

"I don't know, Jeong Han! I feel comfortable and happy when I'm with her… I thought this feeling would go away, but it didn't… I thought that this feeling was just a temporary feeling that appeared, but it's not—”

“Tell me you were just kidding!” Jeong Han squeezed Joshua's shoulder.

Joshua winces in pain with Jeong Han's strength.

"I'm sorry, Jeong Han... I'm not kidding, I really like her... I can't deny my feelings by telling the truth... It will only hurt me." Joshua's gaze softened.

“You're only going to hurt me and ___ too! Stop those feelings, Joshua… You're going to hurt us all… Please respect our struggles to stay together until now, soon we'll all be separated and find our own paths… I'm sure those feelings will go away.” Jeong Han held back his tears.

"I'm sorry, Jeong Han... I'm not that easy to feel comfortable and happy with the opposite sex, but when I'm with ___, I feel it all... I even feel that ___ is someone I can rely on, she always takes the time to listen my complains about my life… She doesn't look at me just because I'm handsome and the only child of a rich family… She's just like you, Jeong Han…” Joshua smiled sadly.

Jeong Han shook his head and pushed Joshua away from him. Jeong Han squeezed his hair in frustration while taking a small walk. This is not what Jeong Han wants, he doesn't like it when other people glance at his beautiful best friend. However, this time his biggest enemy is his best friend whom he trusted for 12 years. Jeong Han laughed with his voice that sounded rough and unfriendly.

“I just finished the first semester break, I haven't properly adapted to the new and final semester yet, you came in saying that… You are really selfish, Joshua.” Jeong Han looked at Joshua with a disappointed look.

If only Joshua could read Jeong Han's mind.

“___! Do you know where Jeong Han is?”

"Seung Cheol, you have a handphone... Why don't you call the person directly?"

“He left his handphone in class! This!" Seung Cheol pulls Jeong Han's handphone out of the handphone storage box.

You roll your eyeballs lazily.

"Yeah, just give it to me." You offered to help Seung Cheol.

"Thank you, I have to go now! Bye, I owe you!” Seung Cheol hands you a canned drink.

You received the canned drink that was still neatly sealed and stared at the taste of the drink. Vanilla Latte, one of the drinks that Jeong Han likes. You left the class and it must have been the opposite direction from Seung Cheol. You don't need to go far, just go to a place where Jeong Han often visits. It hasn't arrived yet, you've met Jeong Han with his hair loose in front of the hall entrance. You can feel an unfriendly aura from the way Jeong Han walks.

But, fearing him is not you.

"Jeonghan, what's wrong? You look annoyed!” You greet while giving a canned drink to Jeong Han.

Jeong Han stopped and looked at you with his wide eyes.

You smile kindly at her, you are mesmerized by her beauty.

"I just realized that your hair is long again, you look cool and charming!" You're trying to comfort Jeong Han.

Jeong Han took the canned drink and opened it, he took a sip of the liquid to moisten his throat.

"You want a story? Looks like you've run into trouble… But, you don't need to rush either.” You raise your thumbs up and you feel an awkward atmosphere surround you both.

“No, I'm just annoyed because of my own problems… You don't need to know, you won't get involved in this problem” Jeong Han smiled sweetly.

You nodded your head as a neutral reaction.

"You bought me this?"

“No, Seung Cheol left it for me… Well, you didn't bring your cell phone either and he was in a hurry too…” You try not to make things more awkward.

"Thank you, you are so cute~" Jeong Han playing with his voice.

You are silent again, you are confused about what reaction you should give Jeong Han.

"Would you like to eat with me on the second break?" Jeong Han asked you with a cute smile.

"Oh—! Good idea, Joshua also happened to invite me to have lunch together, do you want to join? Today, that annoying girl didn't come, that's why he dared to invite me to eat together."

Jeong Han again gave an uncomfortable expression to look at.

"Why…? You had a fight with Joshua?" You ask doubtfully.

"No, ___! It's just, I want to be alone with you first, like when Joshua was busy taking care of that fussy student… I feel more comfortable that way, after all… You also want to know what I'm going through, right? It's just fine if you want to be with Joshua, I'm not going first."

"Oh— Maybe you can chat with me via chat later… How about it?" You smile again.

Jeong Han hugged your arm and led you to walk with him.

"I don't know, I don't want to chat, I want to talk to you directly…" Jeong Han whined.

"Okay, just find some time for the both of us, let me know later."

After that, you follow the lessons as usual. Jeong Han's behavior in class is enough to make you wonder. Where he becomes more into being around you and glares at everyone who approaches you. Her long black hair makes her look beautiful and also adorable so you are amazed and feel a little special to have a friend like Jeong Han. However, it was Jeong Han's sharp eyes on everyone but you that unsettled you.

You think that Jeong Han's personal feelings are involved.

Did Jeong Han break his own promise?

That's what you're thinking right now.

When the second break time came, you immediately left your place to get out of class. Jeong Han saw you were in a hurry, he just stared at you who left the class without saying goodbye to him. Jeong Han clenched his fists and hit his own study table, that action succeeded in capturing the attention of the students in the class. However, Jeong Han only smiled sweetly again and ignored the fact that he was in the spotlight in his class right now.

On the other side, you sat across from Joshua. The students in Joshua's class look at you with different eyes, especially the new students. You ignored the stares of the students and focused on Joshua. You also get Matcha Latte in a rectangular box from Joshua. Here, you accompany Joshua to lunch interspersed with light topics of conversation.

"You don’t want to eat?"

"I already ate in the first break earlier." You drink his Macha Latte.

"Alone?"

You nod.

"Actually, I wanted to tell you something... But, somehow I'm not ready to tell you... I'm afraid the reaction you'll give won't meet my expectations."

"You haven't even told me yet!"

You hate people who make you feel curious.

Joshua laughed in satisfaction at your reaction.

"Don't laugh, you idiot! Eat first and then laugh! Rice will come out of your mouth, your charm as a prince in this school will disappear!" You nagged Joshua.

Joshua laughed even louder and you two became the highlight of Joshua's class.

"Okay, Joshua… That's too much." You say in a flat tone.

"I'm sorry, you are so funny… You are too honest and really not fit to be a bad person, you are not good at lying."

“You digress, Joshua.”

Joshua shook his head and smiled sweetly.

"I hope the two of us can be together forever." Joshua took your hand.

You are increasingly confused with your own best friend.

Joshua and Jeong Han broke the agreed upon rules?

As the days go by, your friendship is getting tenuous. Jeong Han is too dependent on you and starts to be possessive of you, while Joshua often gives you things at high prices. You don't want all of this, you just want your friendship to get better again. You often reprimand Jeong Han for acting excessively when you're with Joshua or other people. You don't understand Jeong Han's drastically changed behavior.

Recently Jeong Han has been stealing your food using the same cutlery as you. Jeong Han also makes physical contact with you more often and almost kisses you several times. Of course you tell this to Joshua, but unfortunately Joshua can't do anything either. What's more, your time to meet Joshua is limited due to the presence of that chatty student.

You analyze all the strange behavior of Jeong Han and Joshua. The strangest thing you think is when Joshua invites you to sit together during a seminar, but Jeong Han pulls you away and as a result you just sit with Jeong Han in the back. Indeed, at that time Joshua was next to that chatty student, but usually the two of you still sat next to Joshua. Surprisingly, Joshua only left one seat and only called your name.

"They like me? No, no! They must be betting!"

You never feel confident about someone liking you.

"___! What are you thinking about?"

You looked at Jeong Han with confusion.

"You seem too engrossed in daydreaming that you forget that we have a group assignment? I chose you as my groupmate!"

"Just the two of us?"

Jeong Han nodded with a sweet smile on his face.

Jeong Han's appearance has changed again, now his hair color is Light Blonde. You can barely focus back on the task because of Jeong Han's completely different appearance. At school, boys and girls are allowed to choose their own hairstyle and change hair color as they like. As long as it doesn't interfere with the lesson and they can take care of it properly, then it's not a problem.

"You want to come to my house today?"

"To your house?"

"Yes, my house... Today is Friday and we can also use the time for group work." Jung Han smiled again.

"Oh, I have to get permission from my parents first if you invite me to your house." You immediately tell your parents and also Joshua.

"You can come with me directly, I brought the car today."

You just nodded so as not to be suspected, you tried to look firm too.

"What was the task, huh? I didn't listen…" You looked at Jeong Han doubtfully.

"The task? We are told to write a paper on data collection and data processing, we have to find and explain."

"Not practice?"

"No, but it's practically writing skills… We'll just have to search, I guess." Jeong Han looked away, he was also not sure about his task.

You saw a reply from your parents who agreed for you to go to Jeong Han's house.

"Jeong Han, just to be sure… Your parents are there, right?"

Jeong Han looked at you and nodded slowly.

"Don't worry, we're not alone in my house… You don't seem to trust me this time, what's wrong?"

"You mean a gho-ghost?" You're trying to break the tension between you two.

Jeong Han just smiled sarcastically and brought his face closer to yours.

"You're so cute when you're scared… You don't need to be scared like that, nothing will happen."

Jeong Han tucks your slightly messy hair behind your ear, his gaze is so sharp it manages to make you goosebumps.

You just finished school at 5 in the afternoon. Jeong Han is waiting for you to tidy up your messy things on the table. It just so happens that your last subject is arts and culture and you are assigned to make flower bouquets using used materials. You haven't checked Joshua's messages because you were too busy earlier. After you tidied up your things, Jeong Han took one of your heavy tote bags.

"Jeonghan!"

"It's fine, a pretty girl can't carry anything heavy."

"Aren't you usually the one telling me and Joshua to carry your stuff?" You furrow your brows.

"So what? Can you stop taking Joshua too? I was having a fight with him—"

"It's been almost 1 month that you haven't seen him, is it that bad? This is the first time I know that boys can fight for more than 1 month."

Jeong Han didn't respond to you and he left the class first. You followed him from behind while activating your handphone. Jeong Han walked slower so you wouldn't be left behind. He invites you to chat with light topics because he himself is already dizzy with the new knowledge he has gained. You all hate studying, no one likes studying and of course it's not uncommon.

Anyone who likes lessons, you will definitely think it's strange.

You get into Jeong Han's car and sit next to Jeong Han.

You open your handphone and see a message from Joshua, he advises you not to go with Jeong Han. But, you are too late to respond. If you ask to leave suddenly, it will only make Jeong Han suspicious. What's more, you've told him your parents agreed. You can only pretend to be busy with your handphone and ignore Jeong Han who started driving his car.

Heading out of the school area, you see Joshua who is getting ready to ride a motorcycle.

You guys had a look.

"It's been a long time since you came to my house, my little sister misses you very much."

"Oh… But, she didn't DM me…" You immediately opened his sister Jeong Han's Instagram.

You immediately sent a message to his little sister.

"She said he was too shy to DM you first, because it's been a while since the two of you met and she's afraid of being rude."

"In fact, her brother has no manners at all with me." your sneer.

Jeong Han laughed out loud and made you jump a little in surprise.

"You are so funny! It's only natural that you attract the attention of many people!"

You immediately messaged Joshua as well.

Why don't you message your parents?

You realize that your parents like Jeong Han too much, so your parents won't believe it that easily with Jeong Han's change in attitude. Now, all you can rely on is Joshua. Let's say you have personal feelings for Joshua too and now is the right time. But, you also realize that it's impossible for Joshua to catch up to you.

"Sometimes i don't like my friends whose homes are far from the school area, so it's hard for me to visit them because I need a vehicle and also time." You said while continuously texting Joshua.

"You're right, sometimes I also feel jealous of Joshua whose house is close to you, you can meet anytime."

"Not really, Joshua is too busy with his duties."

"Assignments for science students are much more difficult, that's why I chose to enter Social Studies..."

"It's just as difficult, my goal in entering Social Studies is just to avoid doing math and memorizing the names of strange cells." Your tone is starting to sound less friendly.

"I don't like all the lessons, every time the lessons start, I always want to go home."

You can't hold back your smile.

"You're right."

Jeong Han took his water bottle and gave it to you.

"Please open it, I'm thirsty."

You unscrew the bottle and give it to Jeong Han.

"You really like to drink coffee, it's not healthy for you…"

Jeong Han only held his water bottle because he couldn't take his eyes off the road.

"Forget it, I'll have a drink later when I can pull over, please close again."

You groaned in annoyance as you closed Jeong Han's bottle.

The journey felt so long, you never thought that Jeong Han's house would be this far. When you ask him, Jeong Han just says that the road that is usually used is being repaired. You don't really believe what Jeong Han said, but your sleepiness is much higher than your suspicion. You keep yawning and reading the last chat from Joshua and his younger brother Jeong Han.

You feel relieved because his little sister said that she is indeed at home.

Jeong Han didn't lie to you.

However, it was a message from Joshua that made you change your mind.

It's just that, you're too sleepy and closing your eyes for a while can make you fall into a deep sleep.

You woke up and at that moment you immediately opened your eyes. You are not in the car anymore, you find yourself in a room. But, you are not familiar with the atmosphere of the room. Dark, lit only by small lamps or decorative lights. This is not the Jeong Han room you know. So far, you only know Jeong Han's room which is simple and has coffee nuances.

"Why does the room give the feel of the universe…?" you mumbled.

The door to his room opens, Jeong Han comes in with two glasses of drink on a tray.

"Hey, I thought you'd wake up!"

"Where is this, Jeong Han? Where are you taking me?"

"Oh, this is my house… More precisely, our home!"

"Our home? Where are you taking me…?" Your body shivers in silence.

"You think I'm going to take you to the house where we used to play when we were little? No, I'm not going to take you there… I'm showing you our house and this room will be our child's room."

Jeong Han put his tray on the small table next to the bed. He crouches down facing you and caresses your cheek gently. You just jump a little when you know his hands are very cold. Jeong Han gives you his angelic smile, but this time you feel scared. Usually you will feel happy or relieved when you see that smile.

Your mind right now is only on Joshua.

"Doesn't this count as kidnapping?" Ask you as firmly as possible.

"Kidnapping? You think this is kidnapping? Isn't this for our future?"

"What do you meant of together? We're not going to be together, Jeong Han… You are my friend and at that time you agreed that nothing would involve each other's feelings…" You shook your head.

"___, don't be like that… I'm doing this because I have a reason… Honestly, I was quite surprised to find that you really don't involve your personal feelings in this friendship."

Jeong Han gripped your jaw and glared at you in anger.

"But, after something like this happened… I'm not sure you don't involve your personal feelings for Joshua, you feel safer with Joshua, right?" Jeong Han smiled sarcastically.

"Jeong Han, let's talk about this alright, I don't want to—"

"There's nothing to talk about nicely!" Jeong Han raised his tone.

Jeong Han pulled you gently into his arms, he kissed your earlobe.

"You know? Joshua broke the mutual agreement before me."

"Joshua likes me?"

"You're so smart, ___! But, because I don't like a traitor, I pulled you away from him!"

Jeong Han loosens his hug and forces you to look into his eyes.

"I've been holding back my feelings for you for years and Joshua wants to take you from me?! There's no way I can! I've been trying to contain my ego, but Joshua went first! Without guilt, he confessed his feelings for you to me! Hey, ___ … Tell me that you are mine, will you?”

"I belong to no one."

"Don't say it like that, you are mine… Yes, yes, yes?!"

You slapped Jeong Han and kicked him in the stomach. While Jeong Han was off guard, you ran towards the exit. Just before you unlock the door, Jeong Han pulls your leg and makes you fall. He grabbed you, turned your body, and pressed you down, he held your wrists. His hideous grin makes you even more scared.

"You should be grateful because I always do sweet things for you! Is this your reward?!"

"No one is grateful if it ends like this!"

Jeong Han kissed your lips suddenly. You keep trying to rebel because you don't want Jeong Han to go far. Jeong Han doesn't like you being rebellious all the time, he bites your lips and licks your lips. You can't lie because you are amused by the brush of his tongue on your lips. When you opened your mouth, Jeong Han put his tongue inside your mouth. Your tongue collided with his tongue making a wet sound.

Jeong Han's fingers did not stay still. He unhooked your skirt and pushed it away from you. After the skirt was off, he slipped his hand between your legs. You pushed, hit, and also tried to break the kiss, but failed. Now, Jeong Han is groping your femininity with his rather long fingers. Your mind can resist, but your body's reaction can't.

“Uhm…!!” You kinda curled up when Jeong Han pressed your sensitive spot.

Jeong Han breaks his tongue rolling session and smirks.

"I am the first person who can give you pain as well as pleasure, Joshua can never be the first... I will not always lose to Joshua."

"You… Hate Joshua?"

"I shouldn't have, but because he wanted to take you away from me, I hate him."

Jeong Han groped your womanhood faster and made you moan.

"Look, even you can never sigh like this in front of Joshua." Jeonghan smiled lightly.

"Uhhmm…" You pursed your lips to keep from moaning.

"You got wet this fast because of what? Yes, because of me."

"Jeong Han, stop! I don't want to! I'm scared!" You squeezed Jeong Han's wrist.

Jeong Han's hands are still, but his fingers are not.

"Jeong Han… You forced me!"

"You'll never come to your senses if you're not forced! It's the same with childhood incidents, you wouldn't have known if you weren't hurt!"

Jeong Han slapped your cheek hard, you fell silent.

Jeong Han laughed loudly then pulled your underwear roughly until it tore.

"Hah… It's really hard to discipline you, but that's what I like… You're very interesting."

Jeong Han opens your legs wide in an M shape.

"I wonder how good your pussy tastes like."

Jeong Han licked your vaginal lips then immediately proceeded to poke your cunt with his tongue.

"Ah! Uhm… No! Don't be there…! Ah…! Ahh… It tickles me…" You squeezed Jeong Han's hair.

Jeong Han is getting more and more aggressively poking your cunt with his tongue and you are writhing in amusement. Jeong Han's grip on your thigh is very tight and allows it to leave red marks. Your body starts to feel hot, especially when Jeong Han occasionally strokes your inner thighs sensually. Your thoughts that originally asked Joshua to come disappeared slowly. Jeong Han is very good at giving you a taste of pleasure with his tongue.

"I… Something's wrong… Ahh… Wait…"

You're not that innocent, you're thinking about things you've always known.

Cum.

"Oh… My God! No… Uhmm…!!" You cover your own mouth.

You closed your eyes tightly as you let go. White and viscous fluid flows out of your cunt. Jeong Han grinned and licked your liquid sensually. Your bottom becomes very sensitive and it radiates all over your body. The liquid didn't stop flowing, Jeong Han sat up straight and licked his upper lip. He looked at you seductively, he pressed you down and again crushed your lips. You can taste your own liquid which is very, very unpleasant.

You don't believe people who say cum tastes good.

"So, you are still thinking about Joshua? Do you think that Joshua will do the same to you?"

"Fuck you, Jung Han!" You swear.

"Oh, yes! I'm going to fuck you endlessly until you get pregnant."

Jeong Han pulled you to sit on his lap and again crushed your lips roughly.

Your lips are already swollen and Jeong Han loves it.

Your eyes widen when you feel something warm and skin touching your femininity. You instantly bit Jeong Han's tongue and broke off the crushing session. Jeong Han's grip on your waist tightened so you squeezed his white shirt. Jeong Han is directing your vaginal opening and also his penis so that they are parallel.

"I know if you've never had sex with anyone, I'll be first." Jeong Han pulled your body a little further down.

You were quite surprised when the tip of Jeong Han's penis actually touched your vaginal lips.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you obsessed with me?"

Jeong Han looks back at you intently.

"I'm not obsessed! I love you, that's why I'm doing this! Only I can take good care of you, I will never betray you."

Jeong Han pushed his penis slowly into your cunt.

"Uhh…!! Ahh…!! It hurts! It hurts! It won't go in!" Your eyes start to water from the pain down there.

"It's coming in, ___. Trust me, leave all of this to me." Jung Han smiled happily.

"You are too big…"

"You're just being too tight, after all you've never had sex with anyone before."

You squeezed Jeong Han's white shirt and stared at him intently even though your eyes were watery.

"You are the worst friend I've ever met! Now I know why I chose Joshua over you, Joshua will always seek my approval… Unlike you… Jeong Han." Your voice drops at the end.

Jeong Han just put on a flat face.

Without warning, his body was pushed down so that Jeong Han's penis entered half into your vagina.

"Oh shit! It hurts me! Take it out!" Your body arches backwards and you cry.

"Oh, look… There's blood flowing? Oh, I'm the first person… Not Joshua."

Jeong Han pushed his dick deeper and made you scream louder.

"Get it out! It hurts, Jeong Han! Get out…!!"

You wish you could pass out right now.

Jeong Han started moving his cock in and out. You hugged Jeong Han and buried your face in the crook of Jeong Han's neck. You are confused with yourself, choosing to hug Jeong Han tightly as an outlet for your pain. Jeong Han's hands squeezed your ass and widened it so his cock could go deeper.

"Oh… Uhmm… Jeong Han! Ahh…! Ah…! It hurts…!"

"This is going to turn out to be a pleasure, ___." Jeong Han whispered next to your ear.

"Hahh... Oh...!" Your body tingles when Jeong Han's penis manages to touch your G-spot.

"Why? Does it feel good?" Jeong Han brings his face closer to yours while stroking your cheek.

You nodded quickly while holding back your sighs.

"Ahh…~ Jeong Han… Hmmhh…" You restrained yourself from touching Jeong Han.

"Joshua could never give you pleasure like this, right? I am the winner."

You crushed Jeong Han's lips, hoping that Jeong Han would stop belittling Joshua.

You moaned in that hot crushing session because Jeong Han really got you drunk.

The pulverizing session ended, a strand of saliva contacting your tongue with his.

"Haahh~… Jeong Han… Slow down! Don't be too fast…"

Jeong Han roughly opened your school shirt, some buttons were loose and scattered somewhere.

"I really like it, I took off your bra first… So I can suckle here…" Jeong Han played with your breasts.

"Jeong Han, stop…" You pushed his hand away.

Jeong Han pushed your body down and made your body vibrate.

Jeong Han used that opportunity to suck your nipples.

"Hah… Ahh…!! Your tongue…"

Jeong Han takes turns tasting your nipples greedily.

"Jeong Han, calm down… Calm down…" You hugged Jeong Han and stroked the top of his head.

"You will never understand about me… You will never understand!"

Jeong Han pushed you to lie down on the floor. He holds your wrists and moves his body in a fast tempo. You can't balance him until your legs are wide open just for him. Your body is also weak and carried away by the tempo. You can feel Jeong Han's anger in your union.

"Ahh… Jeong Han… Slow down…! I… I'm not strong—"

"No! I won't let you feel good that easily! I… I want to show you that you are mine and this dirty cunt also mine!"

You were too weak to reply, you could only sigh.

Until you finally release, thick white liquid flows out again. However, you can't rest easy because Jeong Han is still pumping at the same tempo. Your moans get louder and your body almost curls up because of the pleasure and pain that Jeong Han gives you. Your body is very sensitive, Jeong Han can tell by your hardened nipples.

"Oh, my little baby is so sensitive."

"Jeong Hannie… Ahh… Yaahh…"

"Jeong Hannie?"

Jeong Han smiled sweetly and again crushed your lips. You hug him and kiss him back, your mind begins to be taken over by lust. When Jeong Han releases inside you, your body rolls back and at the same time feels warmth in your stomach. Jeong Han just gives you his sweet smile and pulls his dick out when he's done squirting his sperm into your womb.

Jeong Han took the two glasses he brought earlier.

He walked towards you while drinking the liquid in the glass.

"Drink, you must be very tired, right?"

Without thinking, you drank the drink.

"Hahh… Jeong Han… W-what if I get pregnant…? I…" You started crying again.

"My goal is to get you pregnant, what do you think I'm going through this trouble for? Yes, to make you mine!"

Jeong Han helped you up and sat on the edge of the bed together.

"Please… Don't hurt Joshua… I know what you're going through, Jeong Han… Please, just take it out on me… Don't hurt Joshua…" You bowed to Jeong Han.

"I knew you were the most beautiful girl inside and out… You really sacrificed yourself for the people you care about."

Jeong Han pushed you to lie down on the bed.

"Lucky I took you first before Joshua, I'm very lucky."

Your body starts to feel hot, you want something inside you.

"I'm really going to flood your body with my sperm until you get pregnant… I want Joshua to also know that you are pregnant with my child." Jeong Han hugs you possessively.

You can guess clearly.

Jeong Han deliberately put stimulants into the two glasses so you can do it wilder.

"Fuck you, Jeong Han…" You closed your eyes.

"You can never run away from me again, ___. You are mine."

Jeong Han's penis back into your vagina.

"Uhm… Jung Hannie…"

"I like your nickname, call me that as long as I overpower you."

Jeong Han intertwined his fingers with yours.

"Joshua is really unlucky, huh... Because he doesn't know how naughty we both are."

You shed your last tear before you lose control.

In the end, you wanted Jeong Han's dick time and time again. It doesn't matter how much Jeong Han's sperm you have stored until it flows back out, you want it. The stimulant really makes you lose control. Jeong Han is just as crazy as you, even crazier.

You are literally carried away by him to the stars and the moon.

"Jeong Hannie… Ahh… This is so good, i want more… Your cock…" You are speechless.

"Good girl, you took charge very well." Jeong Han stroked your thigh.

"Uhmm... My stomach is already full, but I... Still want more... Why did this happen, Jeong Han?"

"Me too, ___… Let's spend tonight enjoying the pleasures our union brings."

Jeong Han squished your lips and took over again.

You are in his cage.

That night, there were only sounds of skin slapping, something wet, and moans.

This is the thing you fear the most, getting pregnant at a young age.

Sadly, you are experiencing just that. At first you didn't want to fall in love, get married, and have children, now the harsh reality has befallen you. You are very sure that you are pregnant with Jeong Han's child. You are 2 weeks pregnant, your stomach is still not much different. So people won't suspect that you're pregnant. At least, you can still continue studying for a while until your stomach grows bigger.

You won't have an abortion, you still love yourself and the lives of others.

Jeong Han is indeed wrong, but the life you are carrying is innocent.

"Please forgive me, you have to have the blood of a pyschotic man… I will raise you well so you don't have a jerk like him…" You rubbed your stomach.

You're tired of crying.

Crying will not change destiny.

"___!! Sorry, I'm late! I just had a meeting with the Student Council members!"

You looked at Joshua who was waving at you.

That's right, Joshua asked you to meet him after school behind the park. Last night, Joshua announced that he wanted to talk to you about something. You're worried or afraid that he'll ask about Jeong Han. What's more, you've also been missing for a week with the excuse of being sick. Actually you are healthy, it's just that your mental is not healthy. Jeong Han doesn't allow you to leave his house. After you had sex, Jeong Han locked you in his house.

Jeong Han manipulated all your sick papers.

"What's wrong, Joshua? You have a problem again? That fussy girl bothered you more to the extreme?"

"No, that's not it…" Joshua shook his head.

"Your family problems?"

"Trouble with my feelings, ___."

"Oh, you have a crush on someone? Who?" You smile as calmly as you can.

You know Joshua likes you.

"I've been holding back my feelings all this time and I know that I violated our mutual agreement, but I hope you understand… Even if you think I'm weird, please still think of me as your friend as usual." Joshua smiled.

He sighed before continuing.

"I like you, ___."

You closed your eyes full of regret, you almost cried.

"What a very moving statement of feelings Joshua, I'm touched!"

You open your eyes in surprise when you feel someone hug you from the side.

"But, you should know that ___ is already mine first, you can't just corner your friend, right?" Jung Han pouted.

"Jeonghan…"

"You broke the deal too? You're mad at me because I like ___, right? Why are you liking her too?"

"Oh, Joshua... It's not only you who likes ___, I also like ___! Love her so much!" Jeong Han kissed your cheek.

Joshua clenched his fists, he looked at you expectantly.

You can only close your eyes again, wishing all of this was just a dream.

"You also have to know, Joshua... Me and ___ are already in touch, I was the first to take her chastity and now she is pregnant with my child, she is already 2 weeks pregnant!" Jung Han smiled happily.

"Jeonghan!"

Joshua was completely shocked by what Jeong Han said.

"___, tell me that it's all untrue… You're kidding, right?"

"Joshua—"

"If you don't believe me, I brought the proof~ This was taken two weeks ago if I'm not mistaken." Jeong Han took out your testpack and showed it to Joshua.

Joshua didn't know what to say.

"Joshua, I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to hurt you…" You held Joshua's hand tightly and cried.

"No, you're not wrong… I'm sure you don't really want it, ___… But, how you can—" Joshua staring at you in confusion.

Jeong Han pulled you into his arms and glared at Joshua.

"You should be aware, Joshua. You may always win in terms of attitude, attention, academics, and also skills… But, you can never win in taking ___ from me, ___ is mine."

Joshua just glared at Jeong Han.

You should realize that being friends with rich people's kids will only get you into new trouble.

Are you a fool or not?

[streets-in-paradise]

Steve Harrington x pregnant Henderson! reader???

Hi, thanks for passing by my ask box ( and sorry for this late reply)

I got this ask after returning home from class, so I couldn't answer it on time because I was very tired. The specifical concept I'm working on i referenced on the post ( you can check on it on my masterlist, if you are interested) didn't get yet to advanced stances of a relationship so I will be answering this with the closest thing I can think to that:

Enjoy some of Steve and the Reader accidentally sounding like parents when talking about Dustin ( in a drabble instead of blurb) 

Our Shithead  - Steve Harrington x Henderson! Reader

It was one of those moments where your brother wasn’t around and you were seeing Steve for the sake of being together. It could be said that you enjoyed it a relatively equal amount compared to your hours spent with Dustin, but the time alone had a more particular importance for both of you. For a friendship that started and developed around the boy, every bit of bonding time without him was proof of how your closeness was intensifying. It was different, allowing you to experience different sorts of intimacy that wouldn’t be fitting in different context. Your talks weren’t the same, your mutual approach would also suffer from a few shifts and you were just two highschool aged persons free to completely act as such. 

Precisely because of how much he appreciated that, Steve noticed how unusually distracted you were and began to wonder if you were alright. You were very quiet, while he was used to hearing you ramble about anything making you happy and he missed it because he loved it perhaps a bit too much. It wouldn’t matter if you would be telling him random stuff like anecdotes of your involvement in Hellfire, a new story you were writing or the new vest you were making and that damned Freddy Kruger patch you still couldn’t find for it, anything sounded amazing to hear simply because you were always so passionate. Lacking that enthusiasm made him think something could be wrong and he craved to comfort you. Coming to you was a highlight of his day on every chance and he simply couldn’t resist wanting to make you feel good. 

“ Are you sad because the school year is over? Damn, you are such a nerd.” He teased you to avoid making his worry evident. “ Although I get it. I’m not gonna be there anymore and you are stuck with Munson and his freaks.” 

The slightly offensive joke got you out of trance, what he considered the beginning of a victory. 

“ You are the one who is stuck with a freak, which is me. Too late if you thought graduating high school was getting you out of this.” 

Fearing the comment may have actually upsetted you, he playfully dragged you beside him and he could swear he would have peppered you with kisses if his goal wouldn’t have been impeding him. 

“ What makes you think I want an out? You are the one who seems somewhere else today.” 

The soft callout put you in the right place for venting, what you proceeded to do right after laying close to him beside the very same spot he was sitting and placing your head on his lap. Despite everything that had been going on between you two that action still managed to surprise him. You have used him as a pillow before, but only going for either chest or shoulders. The new position just happened without warnings, so Steve listened to you while containing his own excitement about that. 

“ Mom plans to take Dustin to a summer camp and I am very worried for him. I know it is not rational to worry this much, but I can’t help it. I keep thinking about how it is going to be the first time I will be fully unavailable to him if he has a problem and I’m freaking out.” 

He smiled at you, evidently softened by you in the problem you were bringing up. 

“ He will be alright, you have to stop rewatching Friday 13th movies for a while.” 

“ Then where will I get my material to joke back on Carver?” You snarked back in return with a meaningless joke before throwing the hint for a serious confession. “ If there is only one thing the franchise portrays partially accurately is the lesson behind it: summer camp bullying is not a freaking joke.” 

“ Maybe you feel you can’t control being concerned because it hits close to you. Did you have a bad experience at a summer camp?” 

“ I don’t condone murder, neither would follow the route of Jason or Angela, but summer camps are hell and that is why those work soo well as horror locations.“ You insisted, making him laugh for an instant. “ The phranks escalate too easily, counselors don’t do shit and even if you are not the target of every joke things don’t get better. If you happen to be a child who is insecure about their body, like I used to, that's doom. I never got to learn how to swim because there was no way on earth I was going to wear a swimsuit in front of all the kids. “ 

The last part caught his attention with significant concern, swimming was like riding a bike for Steve and he couldn’t conceive you have never learned to do it. . 

“ Wait, you don’t know how to swim?” 

“ It’s not like it has been a vital skill for me before and I don’t plan to learn in the near future. I heard from Max that her step brother is a lifeguard at the public pool and I shall not be humiliated in front of him.” 

“ I have a pool in my house, you are out of excuses.” Your friend pointed out before you could complain. “ No matter what, I'm going to give you swimming lessons this summer and you are going to recover from that summer camp childhood trauma.” 

You looked up at him with some skepticism in your expression. 

“ What you should be doing is applying as a counselor for one of those, it would be the perfect job for you. KIds love you and you are nice to them, really attentive. Jason Vorhees wouldn't have drowned on your watch and little nerds stuck there would trust you.” 

Steve took the compliment, but twisted it once more into what he intended to discuss. 

“ Does that imply that you are scared because I will not be there for Dustin? Is that what worries you the most?” 

You felt caught up in your reasonings, but had to be honest. 

“ Subconsciously? Maybe, you are the dude who saved his life. We fought monsters together the first time, so did Johnny and Nancy alongside us, but I have very fresh in my mind what you did for him on the second one.” 

You took his hand before continuing and he felt really good about that. 

“ It has been a long while since the last time one of us did some trip alone, I’m not used to being separated from Dustin and he is always my top priority. The last time I prioritized something else a bunch of monsters could have eaten him, but you were there. If he goes to that camp I will not be there, but neither will you.” 

“ You could be such a great mom someday… If that’s what you would want, of course. You sound like one right now and the little shithead is your brother.“ He teased you, remarking your role as company and watcher of Dustin. “ This sort of experience is part of growing up. You are there for Dustin and that is awesome, but he needs to do things on his own. If it goes like shit we will be here to comfort him when he comes back, but he needs to go through it.” 

“ I know, but there is a little voice in the back of my head telling me to save him the pain because it once sucked for me. What if the other kids make him feel insecure? What if he doesn’t bond well and makes no friends? “ 

“ Listen to yourself, we are talking of Dustin. If he doesn’t make any friendships with kids, nothing will stop him from befriending the counselors.” 

The reminder brought a few chuckles out of you. 

“ You are right, but I would still worry to death and miss him an amount he will never get to know or otherwise he would tease me. “ 

Steve related to those feelings, that kid was his best friend in the whole world. 

“ We are two, a secret we should take to our graves: he is our shithead.” 

[goldenhypen]

there for you — park sunghoon ❣︎

pairing. idol!sunghoon x fem!reader

synopsis. while sunghoon pursued his dream of becoming a k-pop idol, he missed his chance at making you his as sunghoon’s old friend, pursued you instead, and in doing so, you eventually became pregnant. because of certain matters, you broke up with him, and sunghoon took that as an opportunity to finally make you his, and he was successful. let’s just say, your little baby boy got really lucky at scoring a really amazing dad, even if they weren’t blood-related.

genre. fluff, slight angst, dad!au, domestic!au, established relationship!au, timeskip!au // warnings. mentions of an unhealthy relationship and breakup (if that counts?), mentions of being in a hospital // wc. 1.4k // requested

a/n. i didn’t get the chance to proofread this because something came up, but for the most part, it should be ok hopefully lol. idk how i feel about this one bc i wrote it in a different style than usual, but lmk what you guys think! 🥺💗

you and sunghoon were barely at the age of five when you first met, that initial encounter being when you two were just in kindergarten. and being the young children you were, in a class full of so many people, you didn’t get close until a few years later as you continued to go to school together until graduation. inevitably after eventually becoming your best friend, sunghoon developed a small crush on you in the earlier years of your friendship, and his feelings for you only grew over time.

you on the other hand, ended up growing your own little crush on another boy, who was actually a close friend of sunghoon’s at the time, woohyuk.

and a few years after you three graduated highschool, sunghoon and woohyuk drifted apart, but you still kept  in touch with both of them.

sunghoon ended up achieving his dream of becoming a k-pop idol, and woohyuk actually ended up asking you to be his girlfriend one day. of course, you said yes after being essentially obsessed with the boy for years.

still being your best friend, you gushed to sunghoon and told him every story about your days with your new boyfriend. though sunghoon didn’t show it, this made him incredibly sad inside. his heart would clench and shatter with every word you spoke of woohyuk. he knew he should be happy for you, but he couldn’t help but be somewhat jealous. but why should he be when you weren’t even his? he lost his chance, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. in addition, he also lived the hectic life of an idol.

after about a year of dating woohyuk, you found out you were pregnant. you were extremely excited about the news, but he, on the other hand, was not happy about it at all, and this caused many arguments between the two of you. in addition to that, woohyuk also despised the fact that you still talked to sunghoon and were so close with him. it wasn't necessarily that he was jealous; he just didn’t trust you.

after much consideration, you couldn’t take it anymore, and you knew it wouldn’t be healthy to stay with him. so you broke up with woohyuk. you were two months pregnant at the time.

this, of course, was extremely difficult to process and go through, and you ended up going to sunghoon, being someone you went to whenever faced with situations like this. despite sunghoon having a lot on his plate, he was always there for you, happy to listen.

one day while you were on the couch in sunghoon’s arms, crying into his chest, he was whispering comforting words and affirmations to you. after your sobs had somewhat calmed, you lifted your head, not realising how close your faces would be, but neither of you made an effort to move away. instead, your eyes travelled to the other’s lips, heads being drawn towards one another, and your lips quickly met in the middle.

you can clearly recall how soft his lips were and how right it felt being under his touch. the kiss was filled with love, desperation and passion; it was a moment sunghoon had waited for for almost his entire life.

soon after this, sunghoon was proud to finally be able to call you his.

to your pleasant surprise, sunghoon actually took the news of your pregnancy very well. and despite his busy life as an idol, he did an incredible job at taking care of you throughout almost every part of your first pregnancy journey. he found ways to balance his work life with his personal life, and soon, you two were able to find yourselves more established. he was there for you whenever he could be and so were the members, and for the most part, sunghoon was fine with that because he actually trusted you, unlike your ex did. the members were all very happy for you and were excited to be uncles, even if none of them were at all blood-related.

— ⋅ ⬖ ⋅ —

there were many times where you would have a sudden strong urge for hamburgers, and several of those moments happened to be in the middle of the night.

unable to go and buy or make one yourself due to the aching pain throughout your body and just feeling tired overall, you would wake sunghoon up to get one for you. and of course, it being the middle of the night while he was sleeping, sometimes he wouldn’t always feel like going out to buy one for you either. so he would call the members, since they offered their help whenever you needed it. however, they were quick to regret offering as they didn’t enjoy being disturbed during their beauty sleep much either, to say the least. one way or another though, you always got your burger, since there were eight possible people, including yourself, who would get it for you.

— ⋅ ⬖ ⋅ —

one of your favourite parts about the pregnancy was the fact that you got to create, design and decorate the nursery. sunghoon didn’t enjoy it as much as you did, but he was still incredibly helpful around the house and in building and assembling the small pieces of furniture for the tiny room.

you also decided to paint the nursery room, and one time as you were, when sunghoon was taking a break from assembling the crib, he came behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso in a warm back hug. he rested his head on your shoulder and left soft kisses on your neck.

— ⋅ ⬖ ⋅ —

the remainder of your pregnancy flew by much faster than you had anticipated, and so before you knew it, you were in the hospital, in labour.

sunghoon got off work immediately and cleared everything in his schedule to be with you.

he was there for you as you laid in the hospital bed in pain. he held your hand as you grasped his. he left dozens of kisses on our forehead in attempts to bring you at least some form of comfort in your time of agony. he hated seeing you in this painful state, but it was worth it, because minutes later, your baby son was born.

it was an emotional, but joy-filled day.

you held your baby in your arms and got to hear his little voice for the first time. sunghoon also carried your baby boy, a giant smile on your boyfriend’s face the entire time, tears brimming his eyes.

during this time, he was also mistaken as the father many times, but he didn’t mind it at all, as the thought of your baby being his filled his heart.

as your son began to grow up, at first, sunghoon wasn’t extremely skilled at taking care of him. and there were many frustrating moments when he wasn’t able to do something right, as this was his first time being a dad. but you two both learned together, eventually making incredible parents.

your son grew so close to sunghoon, it was like he was his own son, and even at the thought, you wanted to cry out of happiness.

sometimes you wished you had never previously gotten together with your ex; sunghoon was in front of you the whole time, but you were blinded by woohyuk. however, if it wasn’t for either of them, your son would have never been brought to this world. so you learned to be grateful for all the events that had happened in your life.

— ⋅ ⬖ ⋅ —

whenever sunghoon was reminded that your baby boy wasn't his, it broke his heart. however, not being blood-related didn’t stop him from being family.

but he wanted to be as much a part of your family as he could get, so eventually, sunghoon proposed to you, and without hesitation, you accepted.

even though you weren’t with sunghoon back then, you were grateful that you had him. he was always like family to you, but now, he was a different level of family, something you would have never imagined growing up, but you wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

sunghoon was going to be your husband, and in the near future, you were going to grow your small family into one bigger and even more fulfilling, you and sunghoon having a family of your own together.

a/n. this was an extended version of my single mom headcanon that you can find here! p.s,,, i hope you have a lovely day today! <3

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BKDK - Highschool Romantics Headcanons

LOVE ME some good old fashioned highschool romance shenanigans so as per my brand, lets make it bkdk!! bc tbh i havent made a hc list in a while

its second year highschool! things have calmed down significantly and for class 1-A this means that its time to celebrate their teenage years like they werent able to before

this means more movie nights--more days they get to spend having fun and being regular kids like they shouldve always been

meanwhile bkdk? after confessions and apologies made on bloody battlefields and quiet hospitals at the dead of night... its almost comical how cheesy they are

deku sneaks up on kacchan during lunchbreaks, dragging him to the training fields where he serenades him with a guitar and laughs as a small crowd of their schoolmates whoop in glee

he sings songs of youthful love and friendship, awkward voice smoothing into something beautiful and charming

in return, katsuki learns new songs. he learns to draw and to play the drums even better--living for that shocked little smile when he draws doodles of deku and dedicates especially sappy songs to him during their monthly school jamming session

they arent together at this point, technically. no one knows what they are. no one can begin to label what they have either.

but its definitely good.

its bright and its beautiful and its loud, so theyll protect it with their eyes wide open but in the meantime class 1A just sits back and watches the twin stars of UA unravel like leaves in the cool mornings of fall

they go everywhere together, always holding hands. bakugou and deku have promise rings, little matching all might insignias glinting in the sun

they won those in an arcade somewhere. no one knows what the promise is, and no one really bothers to ask

katsuki really likes lending izuku his jackets. its nothing he says outright, just the fact that he's always ready—always one arm out of its sleeve—to bundle his sweaters and drop it into the lap of the unsuspecting nerd.

"geez, is it just me or is it really co—" *flop*

sometimes kirishima worries about his best friends allowance at the rate in which he has to replace all his jackets

they brawl in the hallways, rough house on the train station, cuddle when its cold and the common room is filled with people and light

deku often likes to surprise katsuki with little gifts. he sneaks spicy candies into the other boy's backpack between classes, slips giftcards and notes of appreciation between the pages of katsuki's textbooks

in return, as he does with everything, katsuki goes big. sometimes he surprises deku with a giant teddy bear, or soft hoodies that remind him of the other. he'll get the whole bakusquad in on it and fill the hallways in the morning with encouraging yells and loud boisterous laughter

sometimes, obviously, they'll still mess up. They're still teenagers, still human.

Deku will sometimes not say things that he should and Kacchan will sometimes say things he doesn't mean.

they'll fight and yell and unsettle the dorms with how charged the air becomes. sometimes Aizawa's worried they'll go back to ground beta and increase the hero course's already abysmal annual repair budget again like they used to do when they were stressed and repressed and each other obsessed

but then bakugou will sneak into dekus balcony at the dead of night, like some sort of delinquent trying to visit their goody two shoes lover at the risk of running into their shotgun father

(which in this case, bakugou supposes, would be uraraka--the metaphorical shotgun being a very tired todoroki)

and he'll knock on the window gently, trying not to smile as izuku opens the window and rubs the sleep from his eyes.

"ka... cchan?"

katsuki lets himself smirk at last and tells deku theyre sneaking out.

phrases it like a taboo secret, even as aizawa watches from the security footage room exasperated but also kind of relieved because of all things his class has gone through, a little midnight tryst is the least dangerous of them all. its not even close to the biggest secret deku's ever had, and by god he has plenty.

but he stifles his giggles into the palm of his hand and watches as bakugou precariously sits on the metal railing, clothes a mess and leaves still stuck in his hair

"Our little secret, okay?" Kacchan jokes, red eyes glimmering with something raw and perfect. "Don't tell your dad about me."

Izuku rolls his eyes and reminds him that All Might isn't actually his father, god Kacchan! You've met my real dad!

Yet still, he lets it pass.

And then, oh so carefully yet recklessly as if they weren't the most powerful duo of their generation, katsuki reaches out and slips deku's hands in his and takes him away

takes him to a beach (Dagobah, because of course it is) in the middle of the night, the stars brighter than theyve ever been because everything looks different when youre young and in love

they lay in the sand and listen to the waves and some weird beat thats been stuck in Izuku's head. Bakugou turns to watch his eyelashes flutter against freckled cheeks and holds out a pinky.

"I'm sorry. By the way. I didn't mean what I said and I want you to be happy."

Izuku hums and they talk it out. Eventually the other boy holds his pinky out too and they link together like pieces of a puzzle.

Under the stars, the two of them make a million promises. Promises that they know they'll break, promises that they know they won't, promises that leave them uncertain and guessing.

"—but you promise, though. Right? You promise that we'll still be by each other? Us against the world forever and ever even after this. Even when we grow old?"

Their pinkies stay linked together and the two boys know for sure that it's one of those highschool promises that they will keep forever.

Deku stares into pretty red eyes that remind him of juicy apples and warm bonfires beside friends who never run out of stories to tell

Katsuki stares back into clear green eyes that remind him of calming tea and lush grass he lays down on in the familiar heat of a summer afternoon

they just. stare. stare and stare and stare and maybe, they begin to think

maybe in those eyes, i can see our future.

and its good.

its really really good.

[biderboy]

Was It Her? || J. P

a/n - this is angsty god i’m sorry i was in a bad mood

-

things weren’t going great between you and james. not the way they used to.

you used to be able to walk the halls, wide smiles on both of your faces. you used to hold hands and dance through the common room, you used to be able to confidently say he looked at you like you put the stars in the sky.

it wasn’t quite the same anymore.

james wouldn’t meet your eyes in charms class, he would let go of your hand in the halls, he’d go to bed early on saturday nights. it was different, like he was closed off, distant.

you didn’t know what it was, well, not until one fateful saturday morning.

tthe firday nighr before was long, study filled and absolutely exhausting. yet, you were looking forward to saturday, a free day that james promised you he’d spend by your side.

he had left early the night before, claiming one of the boys needed help, and as one to respect their friendship, you didn’t bother asking, simply went on with studying until late night.

now that you think about it, you’d sure seen a certain red head giggling later that night too, but never thought much of it.

you wish you had.

james was late, it was fine. but standing in the common room alone was a bit embarrassing, especially since you’d been there for a good 30 minutes now.

sirius came up to you, an almost sullenly look in his eyes. you sighed, turning towards him.

“y/n,,,he’s upstairs in the dorm.” you nodded, a small thanks escaping your lips.

this is the 4 time this month he’d missed your dates, to hell if he thought you were just going to let him get away with it.

you’d been so confident when you walked in, but then, seeing him on his bed, trying to button up his dark red shirt, you faltered a bit.

you loved him.

he smiled, a small goofy smile, one reserved for you.

you really really loved him.

you let him pull you into his arms, and laughed as he buried his face in your neck. it was fine, things were going to be fine.

until you saw the shirt thrown carelessly on his pillows.

you normally wouldn’t think twice of it, sirius had a serious problem with throwing his clothes wherever, but it wasn’t sirius’.

“james? who’s shirt is that?” you asked, already reaching to hold it up.

“oh! nobody! i just found it!”

he’d always been a terrible liar.

the shirt, a girls shirt. small, long sleeved, and if you looked closely enough, which even if you wanted to or not you saw it, a strand of bright red hair.

oh.

“please stop lying to me james.”

“i’m not lyin-“

“cut the crap potter, just tell me who’s it is. why it’s here. don’t lie, i’m tired of the lies.” you were exhausted, like deep down you knew it would come to this, but you didn’t want to believe it.

“look y/n, it’s just some girl sirius had over, um hannah or something.” he had the nerve to look at his lap while he lied, you had to give it to him.

“james.”

“y/n.”

“when you lie, you tend to mess with your left ring finger.” he stopped as he was caught, face turning red.

“just tell me, no lies okay?” you sighed, “was it her?”

and because james always knew, he always knew. he atleast looked quilty when he whispered,

“yeah”

you bit your lip, refusing to let the tears fill your eyes, let alone fall.

you were expecting this. james was always fond of lily, the way he looked at her, even before you were dating, it’s as if they were meant to be. he looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing the world created, and honestly? she was.

it was fine, you told yourself, they looked good together. they, were good together. what you and james had was just a highschool fling, just being at the right place at the right time, until eventually one had to leave.

that didn’t make it hurt any less. no, it felt like you heart dropped in your stomache and you felt like the stars were ripped one by one from the sky.

you couldn’t look at him. he tried to to talk, you could vaguely hear him speak but the words sounded mixed in your head.

you turned, pulling your wrist from his grasp, dropping the shirt on the bed.

it was fine. you were fine.

“it’s fine james, really. go be happy with her!”

and you left.

you walked down the stairs and into the common room, you didn’t bother going to your own dorm, not wanting to deal with whatever questions your dorm mates might have.

you sat down, hands shaking as you pulled them to your chest, hand brushing over the necklace he got you for your anniversary.

you smiled bitterly, grasping the necklace. it was a small version of a snitch, handcrafted by the boy himself, the smile he gave you when you first outfit on almsot blinded you, but you reckon that memory was a bit tainted now.

as all of them were.

they all flashed with red hair and small smiles now.

you pulled the necklace from your neck, throwing it directly into the fire before you. finally, letting the tears fall as you watched it burned.

you felt someone sit next to you, and pull you agaisnt their chest, they whispered softly in your ear but you don’t bother hearing it.

you noticed a flash of red and black leaving the common room.

it was always her, wasn’t it?

[tyongxnct]

𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕

pairing: Haechan x reader, Jaemin x reader

special guest: Jeno, Mark 

summary: Haechan was your best friend, until he started dating Jung Youngmi, his longtime crush. One day, he told you to back off and give him space, apparently Youngmi was jealous and wanted him to spend time just with her and not with you. It broke your heart, the boy you loved left you for another girl. Your friendship ended and after a while, he left your mind and heart. You started hanging out with Na Jaemin and it felt different with him, a good different. High school is coming to an end and you go on your last school trip. Unfortunately, you had to do a project on your trip and your partner was none other than Lee Haechan. It was an opportunity to rekindle your friendship, but after everything Haechan did to you, could you forgive him? 

genre: angst, fluff  highschool!au, unrequited-love!au bestfriends-to-enemies!au bestfriends-to-lovers!au

warnings: making out, jealousy, alcohol consumption, swearing, almost sexual assault (reader runs away), Haechan is a jerk, stealing, a prank, some dirty jokes, (I guess that’s it)

word count: 14.8k

A/N: I’m not proud of this one lmao. This took me like a decade to write and I don’t even know If I like it, I hope you do. I’m sorry for the terrible fluff, I suck at writing fluff. kind of proofread, I’m sorry If there are any errors :)

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“Look how pretty she is. She’s so pretty, (Y/n). Are you even listening?” Donghyuck poked your cheek with his finger to get your attention. “What were you saying?” you asked him even though you knew the answer. “I was talking about the prettiest girl on this planet; Jung Youngmi.” You could see his eyes form into hearts. “So, nothing new. When are you going to confess? You’ve been after her for months already.” Actually, you didn’t want to hear the answer, but you had to act like the supportive best friend, even though it hurt. “It takes time to ask out a girl like her. I need to be prepared, I’m working on it. But soon, I’ll call her mine.” He winked at you and continued staring at Youngmi. You didn’t even know If she knew about your or Donghyuck’s existence.

It’s been like this for a couple of months already. You are staring at Donghyuck and Donghyuck is staring at Youngmi, well you looked at Donghyuck that way for so many years already. It was your little secret and you shared it with no one. Donghyuck knew everything about you, but he didn’t need to know that you were head over heels for him.

You kept your little secret with you and when Donghyuck told you about his crush, you buried your feeling deep inside your heart. Every time he talked about Youngmi, you heart cracked a little open but somehow, it never broke completely. It was okay. Being Donghyuck’s best friend was great, but one day, you could hear your heart breaking into many shards.

“(Y/N)! OH MY GOD YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM RIGHT NOW!” Donghyuck ran towards you while yelling all over the hallway. “I can see it. What’s up?” you asked him casually. You thought that he was going to talk about his biology project or his soccer training, but boy were you wrong.

“I’m going on a date with her! I asked her out and she said yes! Can you believe that?!” Donghyuck hugged you tightly and you would faint right then and there If you weren’t in his arms. You didn’t have the energy to hug him back, his words ripped your heart apart and you could feel the broken pieces stab your insides.

“I guess you are too shocked to say anything, don’t worry I also couldn’t say anything at all once she said yes. I have to get ready, I have to- fuck, I don’t know what to do. You are a girl, right? Tell me what girls like. Do you like flowers? Tulips? Sunflowers? Roses? What do you think?”

“Sunflowers.” You tried to hide the pain and act like the supportive best friend you are. “I like sunflowers.”

“Alright, and what about chocolate? Or champagne? Oh, hell, what the fuck am I saying? Alright, I’ll see you later! I have to get ready for my date tonight!”

After he left, you could finally breathe again. You walked home alone that day, for the first time in forever, and not even the loud music coming from your headphones, could distract you. This was the reality you had to live in. The reality of loving Donghyuck from afar.

A couple of weeks later, Haechan and Youngmi started dating and you felt invisible. Little did you know that it was Youngmi who told Donghyuck to stop hanging out with you that much, apparently, she was jealous of your relationship with Donghyuck, which was nothing more than being best friends, but Donghyuck was so blinded by love, that he believed her.

“What do you mean I’m a distraction and a threat? Do you hear yourself?” you were furious, how could he do that to your friendship.

“Look, you don’t understand because you never had a boyfriend before. I have to spend my whole time with Youngmi- there’s no time for you anymore. And I don’t want my girlfriend to hang out with other guys too. I understand her, why can’t you?” Donghyuck explained.

“Hyuck, this is so stupid. I don’t want anything from you, I am just your friend. We’ve been friends for so long and you want to throw that away because of her?!” you yelled at him, getting angrier every passing second.

“God, you are so exhausting. I would respect your decision If you had a boyfriend!” he yelled back. “I would never even think about pushing you away even If I had a boyfriend. I would rather break up with him!”

“That’s your fault. Maybe that’s the reason you never had a boyfriend! Stop clinging to me and leave me and Youngmi the fuck alone! Stop trying to destroy the best thing that happened to me! You know how much she means to me!”

“Seems like I never meant anything to you. Fine. Go fuck yourself, Haechan.” And with that, you turned on your heel and left his room. He wasn’t your hyuck anymore, he was Haechan from now on.

After your fight, you completely stopped talking to him, you ignored each other and switched seats in your shared classes. Haechan was always with Youngmi, trailing after her like a stupid lost puppy. You couldn’t believe that all of that was really happening. Some of your friends noticed the change between you and him, but after seeing him with Youngmi, they understood. He was sitting at the ‘cool kids’ table with Youngmi on his lap. Like right now, he was sitting right across from you. You didn’t know If your timing was bad or If he did it on purpose, but every time you accidentally looked at that direction, he kissed her on the lips.

“Hey, (Y/n), do you have time to study together today? But If you’re busy we can do it another time.” You thanked Jaemin for distracting you right now. “Today’s fine. Where do you wanna go?” you asked back. “Let’s go to the library and grab something to eat afterwards? What do you think?” food sounds perfect right now. “Sounds great. I’ll see you after school?” the bell rang and it was time for you to go to your class, which you unfortunately shared with Haechan. “Yeah, see you later.”

Jaemin was actually one of your close friends, but he was never as close as Haechan was. He was also friends with Haechan, but after Haechan changed tables, he stopped talking to your other friends, too.

You were the first one to enter history class, your teacher was also not there yet. You opened the window and looked out, it was raining, and you felt like you could breathe again after the cold hit your face. Your peaceful moment was interrupted by Haechan himself. “I see you finally started talking to other boys. Is Na Jaemin your new victim? That poor boy could actually get himself a girlfriend, but If you are trying to stop him from that like you did with me, it won’t be easy for him.” He said mockingly.

Ignore him, (Y/n). Just ignore him, you thought.

“I’m talking to you.” He said.

Someone’s going to enter, and you won’t hear his stupid voice anymore, you thought now.

“You have the chance to talk to me, (Y/n). Aren’t you going to take it?” he mocked you again.

This is not the boy you knew.

“(Y/n)- “before he could continue, the other students entered, and you thanked god.

You promised yourself to ignore him, to hate him, to stop loving him, and it’s going to be a long ride until you do.

“Hey, I hope you didn’t have to wait for me.” You greeted Jaemin, who was leaning against his car. “Oh no, don’t worry. So, you want to eat first? Or after?” he asked. “I’m actually starving right now, I feel like my brain won’t work If I study with an empty stomach. What do you think?”, you asked back as you entered his car. “I hoped you’d say that.” He smiled. You never noticed that Jaemin’s smile was that pretty.

You arrived at a cute little ramen restaurant and you got more excited to eat. “This place looks so cute.” You said. “Yeah, it’s actually my first time coming here but I heard it’s really good.” Jeno once told him about this place, well actually he told Jaemin to take his girlfriend here, but he thought he could take you here, too.

After ordering two bowls of ramen, you talked about so much. You learned so many things about Jaemin you didn’t know before and you were amazed. He was incredibly sweet and funny. Time was flying by and you didn’t notice that you spend hours at the ramen restaurant. You were so into the conversation, that you didn’t want it to end. But everything good must come to an end.

“Woah it’s almost 9 pm. I guess it’s a little too late to go study.” Jaemin looked at his watched. “We can go study tomorrow If you have time.” You said and at the same time the waiter arrived. “Sure, but we should eat afterwards, not before.” He laughed. You took out your wallet but Jaemin stopped you. “You really think I’ll let you pay?”

“Jaemin come on, it’s just ramen. Let me pay.”

“No way I’ll let you pay, put that back. I’m a gentleman” You laughed at his comment and put your wallet back into your bag.

He really is a gentleman.

You spend all of your time with Jaemin after your little failed study session, it’s almost the end of the school year and everything was going perfectly fine. You got closer and closer as you spend so much time together. Your little study sessions turned into hanging out at each other’s places, facetiming late at night until you fell asleep, having movie nights and late-night dates. But you never really called it a ‘date’, you never really talked about that thing going on between you two. The people around you noticed the change between you and Jaemin. Especially Haechan whose eyes were always on you, but you didn’t know that of course, because you simply didn’t care about him anymore. Your history with Haechan, well, was history and you were looking forward to the future.

“Did you pack your underwear?” your mother asked you, making Jaemin who was laying on your bed blush and giggle. “Of course, mom, god.” You punched Jaemin on the shoulder for giggling. “What about your toothbrush? And you should bring a bikini, too. I heard the beach there is beautiful. Especially in June.” Your mom checked the list she had made for your class trip. Jaemin and your friends were also going, and you were extremely excited. “Jaemin did you pack already?” she asked him. “Yes ma’am. My suitcase is ready.”

“Great. And Jaemin?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Please take care of (Y/n), I don’t want her to get lost or kidnapped or something.”

“Mom, Jaemin’s not my babysitter.” You said annoyed as you entered your bathroom to check once again If you packed everything.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect (Y/n) with my life.”

After you heard Jaemin’s words you felt so shy. You looked at the mirror and smiled widely as your heart started beating faster. Why is he so cute and why is my heart beating like that, you asked yourself.

Jaemin left after dinner and called you on facetime as soon as he arrived at home. You were so excited that you couldn’t fall asleep and Jaemin spend the whole night with you, awake.

“We’re going to be fucked in the morning.” You mumbled.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep now. We have one hour until we have to actually wake up. If you fall asleep now, it’ll be harder to wake up. You can sleep on the bus ride, baby.”

Your eyes sprung open when your heard him say ‘baby’, he never said something like that before. He’d call you (Y/n) or (Y/n)-ie but baby? That was new. You looked at Jaemin whose eyes were almost closed, and he probably didn’t even notice that he called you baby.

“Jaemin!” you screamed, loud enough for him to hear but not too loud to wake up your parents.

“I’m awake!” his eyes shot open after you scared him like that. “By the way, I downloaded our playlist for the ride, and I added some new songs. Do you want anything else for me to download?”

“Can you download a movie?”

“Why? Do you want to sneak into my room and watch movies with me while everyone’s sleeping?” he smirked at you.

“Who knows.”

“Are you flirting?” he asked, still smirking.

“Maybe. Are you?”

“Maybe.”

Maybe it was the lack of sleep or just the thing between you two, but sometimes you looked at each other without saying anything and that was everything you needed.

Almost two hours later, you found yourself at school, next to Jaemin with your suitcases. You were waiting for the bus and your legs were about to give up. “Jaem, can you carry me?” you mumbled.

“I’ll carry you If you carry me afterwards. Deal?” he said sleepily.

“How the fuck am I supposed to carry you?”

Before you could talk about the ways of you carrying Jaemin, the bus arrived, and all the students got on. You connected your Airpods to Jaemin’s iPhone and listened with him to the playlist he created for the ride. Your head was on his shoulder and his head was on yours, something you didn’t notice, because you were so exhausted, was the hand holding yours.

What you also didn’t notice was Youngmi glaring at you. Even though you didn’t talk to Haechan for months now, she still looked at you like the devil she was. Let’s not forget the comments she always makes whenever she sees you in school. She laughed at you with her friends and always mocked you. One time, Jaemin was about to throw a chair at her, but you stopped him.

Haechan stopped bothering you after a while, and sometimes he tried to shut his girlfriends’ mouth, but nobody was strong enough to stand against her. Not even her own boyfriend.

“Look how cute they are!” your teacher, Ms. Kim said and snapped a picture of you and Jaemin sleeping like that. You woke up to the sound of the other students and your friends ‘awing’ and your teacher’s excitement. Jaemin also woke up and blushed when he saw all the people looking at you two.

“I just wanted to give you the room distribution, but I had to take a picture of you two, so cute! Here (Y/n) this is your room, and this is yours Jaemin.”

You thought it was going to be a great trip, but after you saw Yougmi’s name and of course the names of her stupid friends, you thought It could only get worse. You looked over at Jaemin’s room and he had to share the room with Haechan. “Don’t worry, if we ignore them, we can still have a wonderful time.” Jaemin tried to cheer you up and after a while you forgot that you were going to share a room with that snake.

A couple of hours later, you finally arrived, and the weather was amazing. Your hotel looked great and you couldn’t wait to explore everything with Jaemin.

“Listen, everybody. We’ll give you the keys to your rooms and don’t forget that we are here to have fun and to be productive. We made plans for the time we’re going to be here- “Ms. Kim talked as Mr. Byun handed each student a pile of sheets. “For today, you are free to do whatever you want, but we are going to have dinner together at 6 pm. You have to be in your rooms at 11pm and we don’t want to disturb the other guests, so you’re not allowed to make any noise after 10pm. Please don’t sneak out and that’s it for now. We’ll see you at 6pm.” Mr. Byun finished.

You silently entered your room and ignored the other girls. You didn’t care which bed you’d get but apparently Youngmi wanted to have yours. “Move.”

“There are four other beds. Take one of them.” You said. “No. I want this bed. So, get the fuck up.” you sighed, how are you going to survive this? You changed your bed and your phone blinked.

Jaems [14:35] : Wanna go explore the city? Or do you want to unpack first?

(Y/n) [14:35] : I’ll change my clothes, let’s meet at the reception

Jaems [14:36] : alrigthy

You changed your sweatpants and hoodie to a pretty cute sundress, and you put on a little bit of  make-up, and you were ready to go. Your suitcase was under your bed and you left without saying anything to the others.

When you entered the elevator, you thought that nothing, not even stupid Youngmi, could -your thoughts were interrupted by another person who entered the elevator with you.

Fucking Lee Haechan.

When he looked up and saw you standing there, he stopped breathing. It was awkward to share the elevator with you and it wasn’t a short ride. And of course, just like in movies, you wanted to press the button at the same time, slightly touching each other’s finger.  

“Sorry, ladies first.” did Haechan really just say sorry?

You didn’t say anything back and just pressed the button. You were standing as far as you could from him, trying to avoid any more interaction with him. You didn’t notice Haechan’s eyes look you up and down, too focused on texting Jaemin. Haechan never saw you in a dress before, most of the times you wore jeans and a shirt and that’s it. He also noticed the red lipstick on your lips, which was also new for him. He always thought you looked pretty without any make up and in your hoodie and sweatpants, but his view right now took his breath away.

You finally arrived and left the elevator as fast as you could, Jaemin noticed Haechan getting off after you but he didn’t care, because you looked so fucking pretty in that dress.

“My pretty girl, are you ready to explore the city?” Jaemin offered you his hand and you took it with a smile on your face.

“With you, always.”

Haechan was waiting for Youngmi to get ready, but she always, always, takes so long. You on the other side, looked beautiful without doing much. Your natural wavy hair was always perfect, and your face always shined. Everything was so much easier with you, Haechan thought. Stop comparing your girlfriend to your ex-best-friend.

You and Jaemin had a list for the place you wanted to visit. But you were most excited to see the beach. Even though you weren’t wearing your bikini, you stepped into the water until it reached your knees. You pulled your dress a little higher, scared of getting it wet.

“It’s so beautiful, Jaems, I could stay here forever.”

Jaemin held your hand, he didn’t want you to fall into the water, but that was just an excuse to hold your hand. “Be careful, though, don’t want you to get wet.”

You looked at each other for a second, realizing how sexual that sounded. “I mean-“

“I know what you mean.” You said shyly. “Um, yeah.” He glanced at his watch, “We gotta go- it’s almost six.” He changed the topic.

You arrived at the restaurant and saw your teachers waiting there. Jeno, Mark, Yuna and Minji were already sitting at a table and they waved at you and Jaemin.

“Hi.” You greeted them. “Hey, we missed you guys.” Yuna said with a smirk. Your group of friends knew that there was something going on between you and Jaemin, they teased you always because, apparently, it was cute how you and Jaemin reacted.

“Yeah sorry, we just wanted to go to the beach. We’ll hang out with you guys from now on.” You said.

“No no don’t worry about us. Enjoy your time alone.” Minji wiggled her eyebrows. “Yeah, enjoy your time alone.” Jeno also said, emphasizing the word alone.

“Anyways, what do you guys want to eat?” Jaemin changed the topic.

After everyone ordered, you were so full, you decided to go for a walk together. Everyone was teasing you and Jaemin, but no one noticed Jeno and Yuna being really close. They were practically all over each other but only you and Jaemin got teased. Jaemin and you were walking after your friends, your hands slightly brushing but none of you taking the first step. And that’s how you walked back to the hotel.

Jaemin walked you to your room, making sure your roommates didn’t do anything stupid. “Don’t worry. They won’t kill me.” You assured him. “I wouldn’t be worried If your roommates were Yuna and Minji. Do you think I can sneak you in my room?” he asked as he leaned against the door.

“Yeah so Mrs. Kim and Mr. Byun can kill us?”

He stared at you and then he leaned down to your ear, “I’d take that risk.”

“I’ll text you If anything happens and we can facetime? Is that okay?” you asked with a little smile on your lips. “I guess that’s okay.”

“Jaemin? Go to your room, it’s almost ten.” You heard Ms. Kim saying. “Alrigty, Ms. Kim. See you later.” He slightly stroked your cheek bevor he left.

Your cheeks were burning as you entered your room, ready to facetime Jaemin as soon as he arrived at his room. You plugged in your headphones and ignored the three other girls and their stupid faces. You were almost asleep as you talked to Jaemin, but you were interrupted by Youngmi’s voice.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I’ll throw your phone against the wall. Some of us need their beauty sleep!” she yelled.

“And why is it so hard for you to ask me like a decent human?” you said back, Jaemin still on the phone.

“What did you just say?” Youngmi got up.

“I said ask me like a decent human and I will turn my phone off.”

Jaemin thought that you were actually kinda hot right now. The way you talked back to Youngmi- wow.

“You don’t want to mess with me.” Youngmi said through gritted teeth.

“FOR GOD’S SAKE YOU TURN YOUR FUCKING PHONE OFF AND YOUNGMI GO TO SLEEP! MY GOD!” one of your other roommates yelled.

Youngmi turned around and muttered a “Stupid bitch” which you heard.

“I’m sorry- Jaemin?” you whispered.

“What? Oh yeah- sorry. Are you alright?” he also whispered, even though he didn’t need to. His roommates were all awake. He got distracted by your beauty.

“Yeah, but I gotta hang up before she kills me with her claws.” You joked.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night pretty.”

“Good night handsome.”

You were always flirting with each other, sometimes you didn’t know If he was serious or not, but you knew that you were serious. Jaemin is handsome.

You had a shitty night and the next morning was also shitty. Your teachers were talking about the project you had to do here, you weren’t here just to relax. It wouldn’t be that bad to do the project If your partner were Jaemin- or any other friend of yours.

“We still have to do some work and you’ll do that with a partner, assigned by us.” You really hoped to be with Jaemin of course, but destiny hated you. The moment you heard Haechan’s name and yours, time stopped. Almost an entire day in a foreign city with Haechan? Jaemin slightly squeezed your hand, to assure you that it’ll be okay. But you just pouted at him and ignored Haechan’s gaze on you. Jaemin’s partner was Jeno and Youngmi’s was Minjun, a really shy boy who was almost scared of Youngmi.

“Haechan, do something. I don’t want to be with him.” Youngmi was really annoyed. “What do you want me to do? I can’t change her mind. Just do it, it won’t be that horrible.” Haechan said back. He was kind of happy to spend time with you. You were almost glued to Jaemin, now he could hang out with you, but Youngmi had other plans. You were talking to Jeno and Jaemin as you waited for Haechan and Youngmi’s discussion to be over.

After a couple minutes, Haechan came over to you. “Are you, uhm, ready?” he said awkwardly. You nodded “Yeah. I’ll see you guys later.” You bid your goodbyes to Jaemin and Jeno and left the Hotel with Haechan by your side. It was really awkward. Ms. Kim gave you a map of the city and marked a couple places you had to visit, answer a question, and take a picture together.

The first hour was really awkward but after he tripped and almost fell, you laughed your asses off. It was like back then when you laughed together even though the situation wasn’t funny at all. Your next stop was a little arcade, well it wasn’t marked on your map but the moment you and Haechan saw that arcade, all the memories of your childhood came back. How you played with him and how you always lost against him, but he still bought you a stuffed toy (which you still kept) to make it up to you. He felt bad when you cried, and you always stopped crying after he won something for you. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to play there.” He knew you would go with him, he knew how much you loved it. “Don’t worry, I’m going to beat your ass.”

You played for almost 4 hours, you really tried your best, but he still beat you at every game. “I didn’t play for years, of course I loose against you.” You tried to defend yourself, but Haechan didn’t go to the arcade after your fight. “The last time I went to an arcade was with you. You’re just bad at it. But don’t worry, I got you.”

Haechan almost put fifteen dollars into the claw machine until he got you a stuffed animal. “You didn’t have to.” You said but still accepted the cute little dog. “Well, I know that it’s not enough to make you forgive me, but I’m going to be honest with you now,” You didn’t except to hear that. “I’m so sorry for everything I said to you and how I acted. I was a bad best friend and I really really miss you. Like so much I can’t even describe how much I missed you.” Haechan really apologized and you were really taken aback. “W-What?”

“I’m sorry,” he took your hands in his. “I want my best friend back, I’m sorry. C-Can you give me another chance?” he kind of looked desperate, but the way he talked to you, really warmed your heart. Not like before, when your heart raced because of him. Now it just felt warm.

“Okay, I’ll give you another chance, because I know that you never would want to actually hurt me. I’m sorry that I didn’t accept your feelings for Youngmi. I should be a better best friend and just let you be with your girlfriend.” You also apologized.

“Since we are here, we should make great memories, right?” you smiled at him and Haechan just nodded, with a look on his face that you couldn’t really describe. “My phone’s battery is dead. Can we take the last few pictures with yours?” he asked you after a while. “Sure. My phone’s better anyway.” You were always team iPhone while Haechan sticked to his Samsung.  “We’ll see about that.”

After many hours of having fun with Haechan, you realized how much you missed him. Of course, it wasn’t like before or how it is with Jaemin, but he was still important to you. You talked about all the things you couldn’t talk about when you were apart. No matter which show or movie, or memory you just wanted to share with him. Haechan also talked about a couple of things, but he told you his life was boring and wanted to hear more about you.

“So, you and Jaemin huh? Are you a thing now?” he asked after a while. A smile creeped to your face. “Well, we didn’t talk about anything like that we’re just (Y/n) and Jaemin. I don’t know. But he’s great. He’s super cute, funny, and handsome and he always makes sure that I’m happy. I feel alive when I’m with him and I just- oh sorry I just talk and talk. Tell me about your relationship. Is Youngmi treating you well?” You joked, but If you only knew.

Haechan felt jealous. Your eyes sparkled when you talked about Jaemin and he could see how much he means to you. It was always Haechan for you but know, you talked about another guy. You cared for another guy and you are in love with another guy. Haechan still didn’t knew that you had a crush on him, he only knew that you loved Jaemin.

Thinking of his girlfriend, he regrets dating her. He fell out of love almost a week after they started dating, but he always told himself that he always wanted this, so he should be happy and should stop acting like a fool. Her real self was- terrible. Youngmi was with Haechan just to use him. She wanted to be the most popular girl in school, and she couldn’t be on top without a boyfriend. So, she choose Haechan who was totally in love with her. Everyone knew that. Youngmi thought Haechan would last for a couple of weeks, but everyone called them the power couple, so she just sticked to him. She got everything she wanted. Whenever she called Haechan because she wanted something, whether it was a new bag, new shoes or just a coffee, Haechan bought it. Breaking up never crossed their minds.

“Well, we’re doing alright, I guess. I don’t know really.”

“Are you happy?”

Was he happy?

No, he wasn’t. He stopped being happy after he lost you.

“Yeah, I think so.” He lied. “Come on, let’s take another picture!” Haechan changed the topic. You were a little closer to him and he told himself that his heart was beating because of the thought of Youngmi, not because of you. You sent all the pictures you had taken to Haechan and Mrs. Kim.

You looked at the phone screen and zoomed in. “Oh my god, do I always look like this?” you laughed to yourself while walking after Haechan. Now you zoomed into Haechan’s face, he looked pretty cute, you thought. “You look so much better than me, we need to take a new pic- Haechan?” you looked up, but you couldn’t see Haechan. You turned around and there was still no sight of him. “Haechan?” you asked again, but still no answer. It was already a little dark outside and your eyesight was also terrible. You couldn’t see him, and you were about to call him, but you remembered that his phone battery was dead. Well fuck, you thought.

You had no idea where you were, and the map was also with Haechan. Maybe you should wait here until Haechan comes back, he was probably also looking for you. Almost two hours later, you were still sitting on a bench and waiting for him. Your phones battery was almost dead but that didn’t matter because you couldn’t even use your phone to call someone. Maybe Haechan’s lost and wandering through the streets looking for me, you thought. I have to find him.

You left the bench and walked around, nothing seemed familiar and it was really dark now. You looked at you watch- it was almost 11 pm. You walked around until your legs gave up. You were completely alone in a foreign city and you felt so small and you were scared. Scared that something happened to Haechan and scared that something’s going to happen to you.

You missed Jaemin. You wanted to hug him and cuddle with him, you wanted to feel his arms around you. You wanted to feel safe again, not scared. After you ten minutes break you tried to communicate with some people around your age, but they just laughed at you with their stupid accents, which you didn’t understand.

“Fuck you, assholes.” You mumbled and your stomach grumbled. You were so hungry, you haven’t eaten for hours. You had no money left, you couldn’t buy food nor could you take a taxi. The people you asked for help either laughed at you or just ignored you.

You were fucked.

Your mind drifted back to Haechan.

Was he also struggling like you to get back to the hotel? Was he also so hungry and exhausted? Was he also thinking of you?

Your legs hurt, your stomach hurt, and your head hurt. You started crying because you felt so helpless, there was nobody who could help you. It was getting colder and colder every second and you tried to keep walking to keep yourself warm, but the wind was strong.

“Look what we have here.” Someone said behind you.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t walk around in such alleys. Don’t you know that it can be dangerous here?” someone else said. You turned around and faced two guys, maybe a little older than you and they didn’t talk with an accent.

“Oh, I didn’t know.” You tried to stay away from them, but they stepped closer and closer. “Are you lost?” the guy asked with a smirk. “Uhm, not really but like, I was going to meet my friends, but they’re a little late.” You lied.

“You shouldn’t lie, Pinocchio.”

“I’m… I’m not lying. They’re going to be here any minute.” You lied again but you were so scared, your voice trembled.

Suddenly, one of the guys gripped your wrist and pulled you closer. With his thumb, he stroked your cheek and then your lower lip. “Please don’t touch me.” Even though you tried to sound strong, your voice betrayed you.

“Don’t worry, we’re just going to have a little fun with you, and then you can go.” The other guy pulled the straps of your dress down, exposing your shoulders. “I said stop!” you yelled now. You were struggling in his grip, but he was bigger and stronger than you. “No! Stop! I need help!” you were so scared that you just thought of kicking him in the balls. So, you kicked him as hard as you could in the balls and ran away as fast as you could. Your legs were wobbly, but the one guy was struggling to walk, and his friend tried to help him walk. “Stupid, go follow her!” he yelled at his friend, but you were long gone.

Your heart was beating heavily against your chest as you tried to calm down. You saw two girls around your age walking, and you tried your luck again. “S-Sorry can you help me?” you asked, and they finally understood you. “Yeah of course.”

You asked them how to get back to your hotel and they told you that it wasn’t that far. A 10 minutes’ walk and they even asked you If they should go with you, but you declined politely and thanked them. You could see the lights of the hotel and you could see Mr. Byun and Ms. Kim walking in circles. When they finally saw you and your state, Mr. Byun carried you to the hotel.

“H-Haechan?” you asked. “Haechan’s here. Don’t worry.” Mr. Byun assured you.

You were sitting at the reception with Mr. Byun and Ms. Kim. They were talking to some people on the phone about you. Probably the police and your family.

You saw Haechan, Youngmi, Jaemin, Jeno, Minji and Yuna entering the reception. Before they could say anything, you jumped into Haechan’s arms. “Oh my god Haechan, I was so worried!” you hugged him tightly and he wanted to hug you back, but he didn’t.

“Y-you were worried about me?” he whispered, you were the only one who heard him. You started tearing up again and Youngmi started laughing.

“Oh my god. You really are dumb.” Youngmi said. What? “You were worried for him? Even though he left you?”

You pulled away and looked at her. “What are you talking about? We lost each other in the crowd.” And she laughed again. “Haechan, why don’t you tell her the truth, baby?”

Everyone (except the teachers of course) looked curiously at Haechan. “Haechan what is she talking about?”

Haechan didn’t say anything. “Alright, let me tell you since he’s acting like a pussy. Haechan was with us after you got ‘lost’. He left you, on purpose and you were really stupid enough to look for him. You really thought that he wanted to be friends with you again? That he was really nice to you because he wanted you back? He just acted, to prank you.”

Your eyes widened, you didn’t want to believe her but after you looked at Haechan, you saw the truth in his eyes. She was telling the truth. The truth that Haechan’s a piece of shit.

“You’re a fucking asshole. You- I was walking around this stupid foreign city for hours to find you because I was so worried that you were lost because you always get lost at places you didn’t know. But you were probably laughing at me the whole time, how I walked around and asked people for help. I had no money, I had nothing! I was so scared, so fucking scared!” you were so angry and hurt, you didn’t even notice the tears. “I almost- “you yelled but stopped, your body was trembling, and you hugged yourself. “Almost what, (Y/n)?” Jaemin asked you, anger building in his body. “There were t-two guys who tried t-to...” You whispered and Haechan’s head shot up to look at you, his mouth slightly open.

That was enough for Jaemin. “You fucking- I’m going to kill you!” Jaemin pulled Haechan by his collar and punched him in the face. Haechan was in trance, you were alone, and anything could have happened to you because of him.

Jeno tried to stop Jaemin from killing Haechan and Youngmi was long gone. Mr. Byun came back and helped Jeno. “You never deserved her! You’re a fucking jerk! You’re going to pay for everything you did to her!” Jaemin yelled at Haechan who was trying hard not to cry. He went too far. Haechan realized he went too far.

You wanted to go to Jaemin, you wanted to hug him, but Ms. Kim told you it was better to leave the boys alone to calm down and get changed. Ms. Kim walked you to your room and she entered the room to stay with you and to calm you down.

You opened your suitcase and looked for a little money, to get yourself something to eat but the money was gone. “W-Where is it?” you asked yourself. “What’s wrong?” Ms. Kim asked. “My… My money’s gone, I can’t find it.”

After looking for it four times and Ms. Kim also looked for it, you could find your money. That was all the money you had bought with you. Youngmi looked away, but you knew that she took it.

“Ms. Kim, I need to talk to you outside.” You said. She nodded and you could see the worry in her eyes. “Ms. Kim, I don’t want to accuse my roommates of stealing, but I can’t stay with them, please.” You almost cried. You felt so humiliated, everything was too much for you.

“Of course, honey. And don’t worry about the money, we’ll figure something out.”

Ms. Kim rented a single room for you, she isn’t stupid, you were gone all day and your money was missing. It’s not a coincidence, she saw the way Youngmi looked at you when you noticed that your money was gone. That little smirk on Youngmi’s face could get her kicked out of school, but she would deal in morning with her, right now she wanted to be there for you and make sure you were safe.

“I’ll pay you back Ms. Kim. I promise as soon as I’m home I’ll give you the money you spent for this room.” You told her. Ms. Kim smiled “Don’t worry about that. I know what is happening around you and I’ll promise you I’ll take care of that. Now get some sleep. I’ll send Jaemin to you with some food. You must be starving.” You looked down to your feet, a little embarrassed when your stomach growled right after she said that. “Yeah… Thank you for everything Ms. Kim.”

You bought all your things that were left to your new room and changed your clothes. Your body was still shivering, and you decided to take a quick hot shower, maybe it could help you relax your shoulders. You slowly washed your body and your hair, your feet hurt so much, it was hard to stand. After you wrapped your body in a towel, your left your bathroom and you collided into someone. You were surprised and you couldn’t see the person who entered your room, you were about to scream, scared that the guys from earlier found you, but as soon as you saw Jaemin’s eyes, you relaxed.

“You scared me Jaemin!” you held your heart to calm it down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I bought food for you- shit you are shaking.” Jaemin held you by your shoulders as your body stiffened, you started freezing again. “Jaemin I’m so cold.” You slightly fell into his arms, your feet were arching and Jaemin slowly put you on the bed. “Y-You need to change. I’ll wait… outside.” He didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, but you held his wrist bevor he could turn around and leave. “P-Please stay with me. I’m scared.” Your eyes teared up, you didn’t want to be alone.

Jaemin slowly nodded. “C-Can you help me?” you didn’t care about anything right now, you just wanted Jaemin with you. You didn’t care that you looked so helpless and that you couldn’t even change without his help. “In my suitcase, uhm, my underwear… C-can you…?” you said shyly and Jaemin blushed.

Jaemin handed you your panties, well, he almost threw it in your face. “And a bra, please.” You and Jaemin avoided eye contact, the atmosphere was awkward. Again, Jaemin almost threw your bra in your face. Your bra was black, and your panties were purple, it didn’t match but who cared at that moment?

Jaemin saw a couple bruises under your feet. His heart clenched, you’re hurt, and he wasn’t there to protect you. Jaemin felt guilty for leaving you with Haechan, he felt guilty for breaking his promise to protect you.

“Why didn’t you bring any hoodies?” Jaemin asked as he took his own hoodie off. “What are you doing?” you asked. “Just wear this, it’ll keep your warm.” Jaemin was wearing a t-shirt under the hoodie. Jaemin turned around so you could change to your underwear and the hoodie. You told him that he could turn around and he couldn’t stop staring at you. You looked so cute with just Jaemin’s big hoodie and your panties- Jaemin blushed again. You couldn’t stay like that, so he gave you your sweatpants and he hoped that it would keep you warm. Jaemin tucked you to bed.

“Eat before the food gets cold.” Jaemin bought you a cup tomato soup, he was sitting at the edge of the bed, next to you. “Open your mouth.” Jaemin held the spoon against your mouth. Your body ached and you just opened your mouth, slowly swallowing the soup. “Is it too hot?” he asked. “No, it’s good.” You smiled.

When you finished your soup, you tucked Jaemin shirt. “Are you all right? Do you want more soup?” he asked you. “No, it’s just- can we cuddle?” Jaemin smiled at you, how could he say no to you? “Of course.” You and Jaemin were together under your blanket and he hugged your from behind. You were still cold and having Jaemin close to you was everything you needed.

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you like I promised. I’m sorry that I left you alone with him- I’m so sorry.” Jaemin pulled your closer and placed a kiss on your head. “I’ll never leave you again.” You turned around to face him. “It’s not your fault, I was just stupid. It was my fault.”

“No! Don’t say that. You just have a big heart and you only see the good in everyone. Even in assholes like him.” He stroked your cheek with his hand. “You are perfect and I’m sorry that you’re hurt. I can’t imagine how scared you were.”

“I-I thought that they were going to… I thought they’d…” you started sobbing, the memories of the night still haunting you. You tried to stop the tears from falling, but whenever you closed your eyes, you could see their faces. “It’s over now, everything’s going to be all right. You are safe now. Nobody’s going to hurt you anymore.” Jaemin pulled your closer and let you cry against his chest. He slowly stroked your back to calm you down. “I thought I’d never see you again and… and that scared me the most…” you gripped his shirt tightly, scared that he’d go away. “I’ll stay with you forever, even If you don’t want me anymore. I promise I’ll never leave you because- “He didn’t know If that was the right time to confess but he couldn’t take it anymore. It broke his heart to see you like this.

“B-Because?” you looked up to him. “Because I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whispered against his lips. You felt safe in his arms and you wanted to stay like this forever. The tears stopped falling and you slowly pressed your lips on his. Jaemin’s heart was racing and yours too. It was your first kiss, and it was perfect because it was with Jaemin. You gently pulled away to hide your face.

“I wanted to tell you that I love you for a long time now. I want you to know, that no matter what happens, I’ll love you and I want to do this properly. So, do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow?” he asked you. “Yes, I’d love to.” You looked up again and smiled at him.

“Sleep now, I’ll stay here with you.” Jaemin pressed his lips on your forehead and your heart fluttered. “Thank you Jaemin.” You closed your eyes and fell asleep in his arms. You felt safe, protected, and loved.

Haechan couldn’t sleep. He was in the bathroom and washed his face with icy water to calm down. He was thinking about you. Haechan felt guilty and he knew that he lost his last chance to get you back. How could he be stupid enough to play with you? What was he thinking? He was about to get out of the bathroom, but when he heard his roommates and ex-friends talking, he listened from the other side of the door.

“Jaemin’s staying with (Y/n). Mrs. Kim bought her a room because some idiot stole her money. We all know who that was. That’s so fucked up.” Jeno said.

“For real. How the fuck could that bitch manipulate him so much? We all know that they were best friends and boom the next second, he transformed to an asshole. Youngmi isn’t even that pretty. (Y/n)’s literally beautiful.” Mark looked at Jeno as they talked. “Imagine being best friends with (Y/n) and leaving her for Youngmi. I really don’t get it.”

Jeno agreed “Yeah. I hope Jaemin isn’t as dumb as Haechan and confesses now. I can’t watch them act like a couple and not confess to each other.”

Haechan bit his lip. Mark and Jeno were right. You are a goddess next to Youngmi, you are perfect. How could Haechan let you slip away from his hands? How could Haechan leave you to Jaemin? How could Haechan break your heart so many times?

So, you were staying with Jaemin. Jealousy bloomed in Haechan’s heart. Were you sleeping with him in the same bed? Were you hugging each other? Haechan wanted to be with you. He wanted to stay with you and ask for your forgiveness until he couldn’t breathe anymore.

But he couldn’t. After what he had done to you, he just couldn’t. But there was one thing he could and would do. Haechan pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted Youngmi to meet him in front of her room. He left the bathroom and Jeno and Mark stopped talking about you and Jaemin. Haechan couldn’t even look up, he looked at the floor as he left the room.

“What is it Haechan? I was going to sleep.” Youngmi said annoyed that she couldn’t have her beauty sleep.

“Where’s the money?” he asked straightforward.

“What money?” she played dumb.

“(Y/n)’s money. I know that you took it.”

“Oh, you mean that money. I’ve spent it already. I bought a new dress. Do you want to see it?” she was about to turn around to enter her room, but Haechan held her wrist.

“You’re crazy. You have to give her money back.”

“Stop being stupid, Haechannie. I’m sorry that I didn’t bought you anything with that money- “

“Are you actually dumb or are you just having fun acting like a stupid bitch?!” he raised his voice a little. “Excuse me?”

“You’re a fucking thieve and If you don’t tell Mrs. Kim that you stole (Y/n)’s money, I’m going to do it.” Haechan threatened her.

“You are a hypocrite! After everything you’ve done to her, I am a bitch now?! It’s funny actually. You destroyed your friendship with her and now you think she’ll want you back? Haechan sweetie, you’re worse than me. Do you really think she’s going to want you back after what you’ve done today? Do you really think after being an asshole she’s going to welcome you with open arms? Cute. She doesn’t need you and neither do I. And now go fuck yourself.” She ripped her wrist out of his.

“You made me do it! You made me act like an asshole! I liked you and you used me to hurt her because you knew that she’s better than you. You were fucking jealous and that’s why you wanted me to hurt her.” Haechan tried to defend himself, but deep down he knew. He knew that it was always his own decision to hurt you.

“Let me tell you one last thing,” She said and looked him deep in the eyes. “She’ll never be yours. You lost her to Jaemin, so you shouldn’t even try to get her back,” she winked at him with an evil grin on her evil face and left him alone.

Haechan silently entered his room while trying to hold in his tears. Youngmi’s right, he lost you to Jaemin and it was all his fault. He was the one who pushed you in his arms, who mocked and hurt you.

You woke up with Jaemin’s arms around your waist. You smiled softly, the warmth of Jaemin’s body felt like home. Jaemin was already wide awake, smiling like a fool because you were in his arms. Jaemin pressed little kisses on your face and you smiled wider. “Jaemin- I have morning breathe…” but still, he pressed his lips on yours. “I don’t care,” and he kissed your cheeks and then the tip of your nose.

“Go to your room before anybody sees you here. You could- “he pecked your lips “get in- “another peck “trouble- “and again. “I don’t care. I want to stay with you,” and another peck. “I want you to stay with me too, but we have to get ready. You know today’s plan, we’re stuck with Mr. Byun and Mrs. Kim.”

“I know, but we’re still going on a date tonight.” A date. With Jaemin.

“Do your feet still hurt? Do you need me to carry you?” he asked. “No, I think they’re fine now. Thank you.” This time you pecked his lips. “Ew morning breathe,” he joked, and you softly hit his shoulder. “Jokes aside, how are you feeling?” he was serious now. “Much better, don’t worry. Thank you for staying with me,” you smiled at him and you could your heartbeat increasing as you locked eyes.

“Even in the morning, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“D-Don’t do that!” you hid your face in your hands. “What? It’s the truth.”

“Stop it. Get out, I need to change.”

“Well, it’s not like I didn’t see anything yesterday-“ you slapped him on the arm again“Shut up.”

“Okay, love. I’ll see you later.” He pecked your lips one last time before leaving you with a racing heart in your room.

Today you were going to visit a couple places with your class. Even though you didn’t want to see Haechan and Youngmi, you couldn’t just stay in the hotel and you still had Jaemin with you and he was all you needed.

After getting ready, you texted Jaemin that you were waiting for him in your room. It took a little while until he texted you back, maybe he’s showering, you thought. Little did you know that he was currently fighting with Haechan.

“You are a stupid jerk, what were you even fucking thinking huh?!” Jaemin yelled at Haechan. “Leave me the fuck alone Jaemin.” Haechan was already at his limit and Jaemin pushing him to the edge didn’t help him calming down. “What would you do If anything had happened to her? What would you do? Huh? What If-“

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I know, okay?! I know that I fucked up! I know that I am a fucking asshole and If anything had happened to her, I would never forgive myself- now shut the fuck up!” Haechan was frustrated and yelled back at Jaemin, tears almost falling down his cheek.

“I don’t want to see you near her ever again, do you hear me?”

Jaemin looked at Haechan one last time before he left his room to meet you. He picked you up from your room and everyone was waiting for Mr. Byun in front of the hotel.

“I’m sorry you had to wait, but I’m here; so, let’s go!” Mr. Byun said happily. “Today’s going to be fun!”

Jaemin slowly held your hand and you smiled as he pulled you a little closer.

You were walking around the city and after a couple of hours, Mr. Byun and Mrs. Kim decided to go to a restaurant. But you had a little problem. How would you pay?

You were sitting at a table with your friends. Haechan was sitting behind you but you didn’t notice. Everyone ordered but you told the waiter that you weren’t hungry, even though you were really hungry.

“I’m not hungry, thank you.” You told Jaemin. “No, I know that you are hungry. Last time you ate was almost 2 days ago and soup doesn’t count as food.”

You sighed and pulled Jaemin a little closer. “Jaemin… I- I don’t have any money.” You whispered, but Haechan still listened to your conversation.

“What do you mean you have no money? When did you spent all of your money?” Jaemin asked confused. “I didn’t- it’s, shit, somebody stole it.” You whispered the last part. “What? Who? When?” he raised his voice a little. “I don’t know, I was looking for it in my bag and my suitcase last night in my old hotel room and I noticed that it was gone.”

“That bitch-“

“Jaemin!”

“What? We all know that it was that stupid bitch.” He said angrily.

Haechan was also angry. You had no money to buy food. You had no money to buy anything and he had to do something.

“Let me take care of you until I take care of her.” He said with a devil look on his face. “No Jaemin, I have no proof and it doesn’t matter. Just eat your food I’m fine.”

“No- babe, I’m not going to eat without you.” He said a little too loud. “Did he just call you babe?” Mark asked with a grin. You looked at Jaemin and Jaemin looked at you. “No?” he said unsure. “Of course, you did we heard it. What did you guys do last night for him to call you babe?” Jeno wiggled his brows.  

“What the hell, dude. Just eat your food.” Jaemin blushed.

Haechan tensed up, they way Jaemin called you babe, the things Mark and Jeno said and the way you didn’t say anything. He gripped the armrest until his knuckles turned white.

“Just order whatever you want, okay? Please?” Jaemin asked with puppy eyes and you couldn’t resist him. “I can’t let you pay for everything, Jaem.”

“Yes, you can. It’s our last day here and I want you to have fun and be happy. Promise me that you’ll tell me If you want to buy anything okay?” he asked you sweetly and you nodded. “I promise.”

Haechan was impatient. He had to do something, anything. Anything to get your trust back. To get you back.

Jaemin paid for your burger and he even insisted to get ice cream. After that, he bought you two hoodies.

“But what If I only want to wear your hoodies?” you said with a grin. Jaemin looked at you for a second and then he tried to take off his hoodie. “Okay, here you can wear it now-“

“Jaemin what are you doing?! I wasn’t talking about right now. I want to wear your hoodie again when we sleep together.”

“Y-You want to sleep with me again?” he blushed.

“What?! No! I mean, yeah of course, but like, god-“ you ran back to the fitting room and closed the curtain as fast as you could to hide your face.

After you got dressed, you could convince him to stop buying so many things. Jaemin was just so excited to spend time with you in a foreign city, he wanted to see you smile.

“I’ll come and get you at 6, is that alright?” he asked you. You were in front of your hotel room, the two of you wanted to get ready for your date later.

“It’s perfect. I’ll see you then.” You quickly pressed your lips on his cheek and before he could even realize that you did that, you hurried in your room.

“This girl’s gonna be the death of me.”

After the fifth outfit, you were done. “He’ll probably like this one.” You were wearing another sundress, but this time it was wine red. Your left your hair open because you knew that Jaemin liked your long hair. After putting on some make-up, you were ready. Ready for your first official date with Jaemin.

He distracted you the whole day and you never thought about yesterday’s events. You ignored Haechan and Youngmi completely and just focused on having fun with your friends. Everything felt just right.

“So, your first date, right?” Mark asked. Jaemin nodded as he styled his hair back. Even though Haechan was also in the room, wearing his headphones, Jaemin told Mark and Jeno about his date with you. Haechan paused his music as soon as he heard your name, but he acted like he didn’t hear anything.

“Where are you taking her?” Jeno asked now. “I’ll take her to a little ramen restaurant because our first unofficial date was also at a ramen restaurant. After that, I’ll take her to the beach and yeah that’s it I guess.” Jaemin answered as he buttoned up his shirt. He was wearing simple blue jeans and a white button-up shirt.

“And then you’ll get some pussy- hey!” Jeno wiggled his eyebrows but got hit by Mark. “Shut up idiot. But he’s right maybe you’ll get some-“ before he could finish his sentence, an angry Haechan stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut.

Haechan couldn’t let that happen. Jaemin already got you as his best friend, he couldn’t let him have you as his girlfriend.

A harsh knock on your door startled you. “Holy shit.” You got up and opened the door, excepting to see a nervous Jaemin but your eyes met Haechan’s eyes. He looked you up and down, mouth slightly open and hands sweating.

“Wrong room.” You wanted to close the door, but he stopped you from doing so. “No, right room.” He entered your room without permission and your blood was boiling.

“Get out.”

“You have to listen to me-“

“No, I don’t. Now. Get. Out.” You said trough gritted teeth.

“D-don’t date Jaemin. Please- I… Jut please don’t date him.” Haechan begged.

“What? It is none of your business who I date, get out!”

“I can’t lose you-“

“Lose me? Haechan you lost me the second you ended our friendship.”

“I- I know but, fuck, I’m so sorry for what I did-“

“What exactly are you talking about? Are you sorry for treating me like trash after you ended our friendship? Or are you sorry for leaving me alone in a foreign city? There are still so many things on the list- but please, enlighten me.”

“For everything. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you and how I acted and treated you and I know I’m an asshole and I have no right to ask you for forgiveness but, please, don’t date Jaemin.” He stepped closer but you stepped back.

“Haechan! Leave me alone. Please.” You couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m sorry. Can you just listen to me-”

“Leave!”

With one last look at your beautiful face, he left your room.

A couple minutes later you heard a knock on your door. The second you opened the door and saw Jaemin standing there, the sadness left your body and a smile placed on your lips.

“Wow, you look absolutely gorgeous. You’re so stunning- you just took my breath away.” He complimented you. “You also look stunning and really handsome.” You smiled. He also looked really hot, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Are you ready?” he asked and offered you his hand, which you took and nodded.

Your date with Jaemin was perfect, he was so sweet, and you just wanted to kiss him every time he looked at you.

“A ramen restaurant?” you smiled. “Yeah, I thought that it would be nice to go to a ramen restaurant since, you know, we kind of started spending time together after we ate at a ramen restaurant.” He smiled back at you. You quickly kissed his cheek and then you entered the restaurant, leaving Jaemin behind who smiled like a fool.

After eating dinner, you walked hand in hand to the beach. Your timing was perfect, the sun was slowly going down and the sunset looked beautiful. You took off your shoes and walked along the water with Jaemin by your side. You looked up to his face. Jaemin’s face was kissed by the sun and he looked eternal. He looked back at you.

“What?” he asked with a grin. “Nothing.” You said shyly.

Jaemin stopped walking and turned his body to you, standing directly in front of you. You didn’t look at him, you felt too shy with his gaze on you. His one hand was holding yours and with the other, he gently cupped your jaw and pushed your head up so you could look him in the eyes.

“Did you have fun today?” he asked you.

“Yes.” He was so close, you just wanted him to kiss you.

“I want to make you happy, I want to be with you and protect you, even though you’re the strongest girl I know. I want to hold your hand and hug you. I want to kiss your perfect lips until I can’t breathe anymore. You deserve happiness. You have a beautiful heart and every second I spend with you, makes me fall even harder for you. I don’t know If soulmates exists, but I know that you’d be mine. So, I’m asking you, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Everything was perfect. The sunset was perfect, the person in front of you was perfect and his word were perfect.

“Jaemin… I don’t know what exactly to say, you always leave me speechless with your words.  I love you and yeah, I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You smiled brightly.

“I love you.” He pulled you closer and kissed you on the lips. You just melted in his arms as he kissed you with so much passion, your heartbeat increased, and your hands travelled to his soft hair. You could see the stars every time he kissed you and you loved it. You loved how he made you feel, how your mind travelled to another galaxy. You slowly pulled away, but he was still close to your lips with his. He pecked your lips one last time before pulling you into his arms to hug you tightly.

On your way back to the hotel, Mark texted Jaemin to meet them at a bar, not far from the hotel you stayed at. “Do you want to go?” he asked you. “Yeah, let’s go and tell our friends that we are finally a couple.” You smirked at the thought.

“Alright, girlfriend.” He said and pressed his lips on your lips.

When you arrived at the bar, you immediately saw you friends waving at you. You could see almost the whole class in that little bar, hanging out and drinking. Even Youngmi and her friends were here, and of course, Haechan with his friends.

Jeno was the first one to see you holding Jaemin’s hand.

“Well, well, well. Look at this.” He said loudly.

Jaemin pulled you closer and smirked at his friend. “Yes, we’re dating. Are you guys happy now?”

“I told you it would happen this week.” Jeno yelled happily as Mark handed him ten bucks. “Yeah yeah shut up. It’s your time now.” Mark referred to Jeno’s relationship with Yuna.

Jaemin ordered you something to drink, something with no alcohol. “Sprite? I’m not a baby.” You complained. “Yes, you are. You are my baby.”

You pouted, “Not even a little bit alcohol?”

All of your other friends were drinking and even Jaemin ordered an alcoholic drink. Everyone was drinking and having fun. “Fine, but don’t leave my side.” He pecked your lips. “I’d never leave your side.”

You were drinking really slowly while the others were already tipsy. Jaemin’s cheeks were a little pink and he hugged your from behind and kissed your neck. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You whispered as you turned around to hug him. That was a moment you’d never forget. Having fun with your friends and your boyfriend, you hadn’t felt this way since Haechan stopped being your best friend. The excitement you felt at that moment was always there when you were with Haechan, but right now, it was different, it was better.

Jeno and Yuna went outside to get some fresh air, which was a code for making out without everyone watching them. Mark and Minji were discussing about philosophy and Jaemin hugged you as he laughed at Mark’s drunk way of explaining Socrates’ philosophy.

“I need to go to the restroom.” You told Jaemin.

“Do you need me to go with you?” he asked.

You kissed his cheek, “No, I’ll be back in a minute.”

You regretted your decision going alone the second you entered the restroom.

“Look who we have here.” Youngmi was putting on her lipstick as she looked at you through the mirror. You ignored her as you looked at the mirror yourself, your make up was still there but you also needed to redo your lipstick.

“I heard you and Jaemin are a thing now. Congrats.” She said mockingly. “Did you change your room to fuck with him?” she asked bluntly. “How is he? Does he fuck you good? Better than Haechan?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” you yelled. “What? Haechan told me you fucked with him.”

What the fuck?

“What? That’s not true!”

“Yeah, thought so. He fucked me like a virgin.” She said casually. What the hell is wrong with her?

“Why did… why would he tell you that we-“

“You know Haechan, he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of me. He acts almighty but at the end of the day he’s a little pussy.” She turned to you.

“Well, he lied to you.”

“Just like he lied to you.” She smirked, “You think I stole your money, right? I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t need your money. It was Haechan. He was in our room when you were gone, it was his idea. Everything. Leaving you alone, stealing your money, and all the other things he had done to you. He hates you, every inch of his body is filled with hatred. And our little naïve (Y/n) always fell for his lies.”

You tried your best to stop your tears from falling. The last thing you wanted is to cry in front of Youngmi, she’s a beast and your pain feeds her and makes her stronger.

She closed her clutch and turned to you. “It’s almost sad,” she chuckled, “but mostly it’s pathetic.”

Youngmi left you alone in the restroom, alone with your disappointment and anger. You had no idea, how long you were in the restroom with tears rolling down your cheek. Your hands were formed to fists, nails digging into your skin. Your thoughts were interrupted as Minji entered the restroom, looking for you.

“(Y/n)? What the hell, what happened? Jaemin’s worried sick!” she hugged you as your body started trembling in anger.

“I-I’m fine.” You lied. “Stop lying to me, tell me what happened.”

“Youngmi s-she… Haechan stole my money.” You whispered the last part, still not believing that he’d go this far.

“What?” he mouth widened in shook. “A-Are you sure?”

“Youngmi told me, and she told me that Haechan said that he and I… that we slept together. But I swear that’s not true!” you cried out.

“It’s alright I believe you-“

Suddenly someone entered the restroom, it was Jaemin. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait any longer- (Y/n)? W-Why are you crying?”

“I love you I didn’t sleep with him, I swear.” You ran into his arms and cried. Jaemin looked at Minji with confusion written all over his face. “It’s alright, I believe you.” He slowly stroked your hair as you tried to calm down. Minji left you and Jaemin alone, and when you finally calmed down, you told Jaemin everything that Youngmi told you.

“That son of a bitch.” He mumbled.

“I’m going to talk to him.” You said determined. “What? Let me-“

“No, I have to do this, I have to- I have to tell him to leave me the fuck alone, I need to do this.”

Jaemin pulled you closer and hugged you tightly, he pressed his lips on your temple and promised you that everything’s going to be alright.

In the meantime, Haechan sat on the bar and was drowning in his thoughts, the voice in his head telling him what a piece of shit he is and how he could hurt his best, ex-best-friend, like that. What was he scared of all the time? Losing you? No matter what he’d do, he’d lose you anyways. But hurting you was the wrong way, the wrong way of pushing you away to keep his heart safe, to keep his heart away from pain.

Youngmi was right, he thought. It was always Haechan’s decision to hurt you, it was always him. He was really a hypocrite, he blamed Youngmi for everything even though it was all his fault. You suffered because of him and he pushed you in Jaemin’s arms. Jaemin replaced him and it hurt. It hurt to see you smile at Jaemin like how you used to smile at him. Haechan always saw the universe in your eyes, and now, he only saw disgust and hate. Jaemin was now the one who could fly high whenever he looked you in the eyes.

Haechan was not drunk, but he had three drinks already and he planned on drinking more, he didn’t care about Ms. Kim and Mr. Byun, right now, nobody really did, but Haechan was different, he didn’t care about anyone except for you.

He was about to order his fourth drink, but then your face suddenly showed up next to him. He rubbed his eyes and when he looked again, you were still standing there. He knew that something was wrong when you looked at him without any emotion in your eyes.

“We need to talk, follow me.”

Without saying anything, he followed you out. Jaemin was watching you leave the bar with Haechan trailing after you. “It’s gonna be alright.” Minji assured him.

You walked to an alley next to the bar, but you stopped in your tracks as you saw Jeno and Yuna making out. They stopped as soon as they heard you coughing.

“Sorry to interrupt. But could you guys, leave us alone for a couple minutes?” you asked slowly. “Is everything alright?” Yuna asked. “Yeah.”

Jeno and Yuna left you and Haechan standing in the dark alley. You were standing there and just looking at him, it seemed like you were thinking really hard about what to do next.

“A-Are you alright?” he asked slowly.

You didn’t answer.

He stepped closer. “Don’t get closer to me.” You hissed and he stopped.

“I can’t believe you.” Your hands formed fists again. “Why did you change so much?” you asked him now, your voice trembled a little.

“I-I’m still Hyuck, I’m still Donghyuck, your best friend.” He whispered.

“No, you’re not. You’re Haechan, you’re far from being my best friend, from today on, you’re nothing to me. Not even a memory.”

“D-Don’t say that, please.” His eyes started tearing up, he looked down to his feet.

“Why did you tell Youngmi that we slept together?” you asked him. His head shot up. “H-How do you know that?”

“Is that important?!”

“I-I lied because… I didn’t want Youngmi to think that I was a virgin with no experience.” He was embarrassed.

“You’re a liar, that’s nothing new to me. But since when are you a thieve?” Haechan looked at you confused. “A- A thieve?”

“Was it fun? Leaving me alone in this city, stealing my money- was it fun?”

“Stealing your money? It wasn’t me!” he said as he shook his head. “Stop lying, Haechan. Be a man and stop lying, for once.”

“Youngmi told you that, am I right? You believe her but not me?” he was angry, not angry at you but Youngmi. “Why would I believe you after every lie you told me?!”

“I’m your best friend!” he yelled now. “No, you’re not! Why would she lie to me? She hates me, but the only liar here is you!” you yelled back furiously.

“I swear I didn’t steal your money, that… that bitch stole it and I told her that-“ you interrupted him, “Let’s say I believe you. You knew but you didn’t do anything?” you asked in disbelief.

“I-It’s not like that! I was going to tell you today b-but you were getting ready for your fucking date with Jaemin I was so angry and jealous I couldn’t focus on that all I could think about was you and him!” a tear dropped down to his cheek. “Please believe me.”

“Why would you…Why would you be jealous of Jaemin?” you were trying hard to hold back your tears.

“Because I love you! I love you so much that I did everything to hurt you and push you away because I’m a fucking idiot who’s scared to love his best friend! The way I feel for you is so fucking different than how I felt for Youngmi- I thought you’d get jealous… I-I thought you’d miss me, but you replaced me with Jaemin! Did I ever mean anything to you?!” he was crying now, his vision was blurry, he missed the tear falling down your cheek.

“I loved you, Haechan. I loved you but you broke my heart so many times, when I put the pieces back together, my heart was filled with disappointment. I was jealous and I missed you, but you slowly faded, and I stopped thinking about you. And Jaemin- I love Jaemin, I love him more than I’ve ever loved you. It’s different with him- better. He’s perfect. So, you have no right to tell me that you never meant anything to me!” you said raising your voice a little. You really loved Jaemin so much.

Haechan’s heart broke like yours every time he had told you about his crush on Youngmi.

Haechan’s heart broke because he could see the love for Jaemin in your eyes.

Haechan’s heart broke because once and for all, he lost you.

Haechan’s heart broke and it wouldn’t heal for a long time.

He remembered how much fun you had yesterday before he messed up, how it felt like months ago, just you two hanging out at the arcade and enjoying each other’s company. How he watched you as he hid behind a building, how lost you looked and how lonely you were.

He remembered how you hugged him because you were worried about him, even though he was with his so-called girlfriend and friends, laughing at how dumb you looked.

He remembered how you cried in his arms because you were so scared, because he had left you alone and god knows what could’ve happened to you.

Haechan looked at you with guilt, with pain and regret in his eyes.

You wiped away your tears with the back of your hand and next thing you knew, Haechan grabbed your wrists, pulled you closer and kissed you. He held your wrists against his chest as he kissed you on the lips. Your eyes widened, you tried to push him away, but he pulled you closer, even thought it was almost impossible.

You didn’t know what to do, so you bit his lip and he pulled away with a hiss. He still held your wrists but as he saw you sobbing, he loosened his grip. Haechan looked into your eyes, he looked for a sign, a reason to keep chasing after you, a glimpse of love you still felt for Haechan, but his eyes only saw tears and pain.

“I-I’m sorry… I just-“

“Let me go.” You whispered weakly.

“I’m sorry please I love you so much, please don’t leave me again, stay with me… p-please forgive me. I swear I didn’t steal your money- I would never… Y-You’re the best thing that happened to me- I need you please don’t go to him.” He was also sobbing now.

“I don’t want to see you ever again.” Were your last words before you pushed him slightly back, with the last bits of strength you had, and with one last look, you left him alone in the alley, alone with his arching heart.

You wiped away your tears as you entered the bar and almost ran Jaemin in the arms. Jaemin was sitting next to Jeno, his leg bouncing up and down as he nervously waited for you to come back. Jaemin saw you coming towards him and he saw the redness of your eyes. He pulled you into a hug and whispered in your ear that everything’s going to be alright.

“Please bring me back to the hotel.”

Ms. Kim and Mr. Byun didn’t know that almost the whole class was at the bar, they thought everyone was in their rooms, but they didn’t really care If the students stayed a little longer outside since it was their last day. You and Jaemin quickly entered your room, tiptoeing so nobody could hear Jaemin enter your room.

Jaemin sat on your bed and pulled you softly on his lap. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

You nodded and started telling him what happened, what Haechan told you and what he did at the end.

“H-He kissed you?” Jaemin asked, anger boiling in him.

“Yes, but I tried to push him away, he was a little stronger and I just bit his lip. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry that he did that. I didn’t think he would do something like that. It just made me hate him even more.” You confessed.

“It’s alright, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just want to punch the shit out of him.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Haechan- he’s nothing more than a piece of our past. I don’t need and I don’t want him in my life,” You said as you breathed out, “I love you.” You added and kissed him on the lips.

“I just want your lips on mine.” You whispered against his lips and then you kissed him again.

Everything was spinning around, you could taste the alcohol on his lips and the way Jaemin held you in his arms, with you on his laps, made you forget everything that happened, every bad memory of Haechan just vanished.

Jaemin put you on the bed and hovered above you, his lips never leaving yours. His tongue slipped in your mouth and your tongues were dancing with each other, his hands travelled your body up and down and your sundress exposed your legs. His hand slowly stroked your thigh as he deepened the kiss.

Jaemin pulled back and looked at your rosy cheeks, your plump lips and your chest raising up and going down. He left your breathless.

“Mark me.” You said softly.

Jaemin’s lips travelled from your lips, to your cheek to your neck. He placed wet kisses on your neck and when he started sucking, you moaned. You never felt like this before and Jaemin brought you to the edge. His lips on you, sucking and licking at you neck, leaving marks. Your mind was full of Jaemin, Jaemin and Jaemin.

After leaving a couple love bites on your skin, his lips landed on yours again. He kissed you deeply and with so much love, you felt like you were on cloud nine. He pecked your lips one last time before locking his eyes with yours, looking deeply into your eyes and seeing a whole universe in them.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you more.”

“I love you the most.” He grinned and pulled you closer to hug you with his whole body.

That night, all of your worried faded away, leaving you in the arms of your boyfriend, your safe place.

Your class trip, well, it wasn’t how you wanted it to be, but that was alright. Jaemin asked you to be his girlfriend, you had fun with your friends, and you could spend as much time with Jaemin as you wanted.

It was your last class trip before going to college, your last year of being a high-school student. You spend all of your time with Jaemin, studying until it was dark outside, making out until you needed to break apart because of the lack of oxygen, cuddling until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was too good to be true. You even got accepted to the same college with Jaemin and your other friends, everything was going amazingly well.

It was prom night, your date was, of course, Jaemin. You looked stunning and he looked incredibly handsome. He picked you up, and of course, your parents took millions of pictures of you together. Prom was breathtaking, everything looked so good and the mood was great. You danced with your friends and you slow-danced with Jaemin.

Jaemin held you close to his chest, your favorite song was playing, Jaemin paid the DJ to play this song for you. Your eyes were shining, and your smile reached your ears. You pulled him closer and pressed your lips on his. You felt like you were in a movie, the happiness you felt at that moment, it couldn’t be real. Jaemin deepened the kiss as his hands held you by your hips. Your arms were around his neck as you slowly danced with him. Jaemin pulled back and looked at you with so much love.

“I love you so much, you’re the most beautiful girl on this planet and I can’t wait to go to college with you and one day I’m going to marry you.” He promised you.

“I love you more, thank you for being with me.”

“I love you the most.”

After your dance with Jaemin, you excused yourself to go to the restroom, but you should’ve known that you’d see Youngmi there. “Hey.” She said and you looked at her, confused.

After your class trip, Youngmi lost many friends and, of course, her boyfriend Haechan. She focused on her studies and you almost forgot that she existed.

“Hi?”

She put on her lipstick and turned to you. “I know we are almost like enemies, but the last couple of months, I was all alone- I had no one, and I had time to think about everything I’ve done to you- or anyone on that matter. What I’m trying to say is; I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being a bitch and I’m sorry for just everything I’ve done. I was jealous, you know, of your relationship with Haechan and your friends, and I’m sorry for destroying your friendship with Haechan.” She almost cried.

You never thought that Youngmi would apologize to you.

“There’s another thing I have to tell you and If you want to hate me forever after that, I understand.” She looked down to her hands, “H-Haechan wasn’t the one who stole your money- it… it was me. I feel ashamed and I know that you hate me, I’m sorry, for telling you that it was Haechan, I’m sorry for stealing it in the first place, I want to give you your money back and I’m sorry for lying.” Youngmi grabbed her clutch, but you stopped her, “I don’t need it, and I don’t hate you. Thank you for telling me and thank you for apologizing.” You slightly smiled at her to show her that she shouldn’t be embarrassed.

“T-Thank you.” She whispered.

You left the restroom and went out to get some fresh air after the information you just got. It didn’t change much, you forgave Youngmi because you could see that she was being genuine, and about the Haechan thing, you let out the breathe you didn’t know you were holding.

You looked to your left, not excepting to see someone sitting on a bench, let alone excepting to see Haechan sitting there all alone. You wanted to apologize for accusing him as a thieve and you made your way to him.

“Can I sit here?” you asked.

He looked up and met your eyes with his, “S-Sure.” He stuttered, not excepting you to sit down next to him, well, you were sitting at the edge of the bench, too far for his liking.

“I talked to Youngmi just now, well, she apologized and told me that she lied to me.” You said as you looked up to the full moon.

“Lied about?” he asked.

“About you. About the class trip and my money. I’m sorry for accusing you, even though you didn’t do it.” You apologized. “But I did other stuff to you.” He mumbled.

“I know, I still wanted to apologize. It doesn’t change anything between us.” You said, maybe a little too harsh since you could almost hear Haechan’s heart breaking.

“Oh.” He looked also up now. “I’m sorry.” He breathed out a sorry before closing his eyes. He was tearing up again. “We could be here together, as a couple, If I hadn’t destroyed everything.”

“I could be the one slow-dancing with you and telling you how breathtaking you look. I could hold your hand, hug you and kiss you. But I fucked up, I never deserved you.”

You turned your face to him, you could see that he was suffering, but there was nothing you could do. He felt your eyes on him, he turned his face to you and opened his eyes, looking deeply into your eyes. He didn’t see hate or disgust anymore, he saw something else, something nice and warm.

You stood up and walked away. Haechan looked after you, his heart clenching because he knew, this was the last time he would see you. You looked breathtaking in that dress, the moon was shining brightly on you. You looked like an angel.

“I love you. Look how pretty you are. You’re so pretty, (Y/n).”

[kiribakuficrecs]

hello!!! im going on a very long trip at the end of april and I'm looking for some very long fics to download to keep me entertained! i dont care what they're about as long as there's no major character death or mentions of non-con. ur blog is a godsend ilysm and you do such a good job thank you so much 🙏

hi there!! i definitely have a lot of good lengthy fics i can recommend to you!

quote love unquote by newamsterdam 

Sero nods. “It’s the chance of a lifetime, really,” he says. “We want you to date Bakugou, for the sake of his reputation with the press. Some public appearances, a few ‘candid’ photos. For at least a couple of months.”

“Bakugou sent you to ask me to date him?” Kirishima asks, baffled.

“Of course not. We, his people, are asking you to date him. He’s going to have to get on board, if he wants his career to survive. And in the bargain, Riot will get all sorts of publicity, because their lyricist will be dating one of the industry’s hottest stars. A win for everyone.”

When Kirishima Eijirou's band hits the big time, he's not prepared for his newfound fame. He's even less prepared to meet the actor he's been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he's in over his head. But it's hard to stop, once his heart is in it.

acceptance and denial by poteto

It all goes okay when Kirishima decides to come out to his friends and it all goes wrong when decides that Bakugou is the best fake boyfriend material.

cause the darks not taking prisoners tonight by imatrisarahtops

“Are those soba noodles?” Kirishima asked.

Again Bakugou’s only reply was a grunt. He offered no further explanation—not that Kirishima honestly expected one—as though making soba noodles from scratch at half past four in the morning wasn’t at all a bizarre occurrence and made complete and total sense. For a fleeting moment, Kirishima even wondered if maybe he was the odd one here. Besides, he’d already decided it was generally not in his best interest to question these types of things with Bakugou, especially when it was something essentially harmless.

When Kirishima has a nightmare and is unable to fall back asleep, he accepts defeat and decides to study in the common area of the dorms. What he doesn't expect to find is Bakugou, also very much awake, and Kirishima can't help but think that maybe they're both having the same problems with sleeping. If he's worried, it's just because they're friends. (Right?)

the weight of your hand by kamin

That night, to the citizens, the explosions were a jolt of fear at every blast, but to the heroes and the students of UA, they were punches and swings, fierce fighting and loud strength. The explosions were the pulse of the battle, and the power of a boy that would never back down.

One after another, explosions set a chorus through the shuddering city.

And then, suddenly—the explosions stopped.

(In which Bakugou’s kidnapping goes a little differently, and just a few seconds could change so much.)

so take my hand (your life will be brighter) by multiclassmaps

When a stranger shows up at the ice rink during Bakugou's usually private training sessions, Bakugou expects to hate him. He doesn't expect to develop feelings that become increasingly difficult to deny, or for them to help each other sort through their emotional baggage. - Bakugou really didn't like Kirishima's smile. There was something about it that made his stomach hurt, something about it that made it difficult to focus. He definitely hadn't thought about that smile on his way to the ice rink that day. He definitely hadn't.

distance makes the heart grow fonder (false) by dragontrappedinhumanskin

When Bakugo and Kirishima get hit by a quirk that forces them to literally stick together or face the less then desirable consequences, how the fuck is Bakugo supposed to keep his crush hidden?! Well, turns out he never needed to.

-- “Well, this fucking sucks, how are we supposed to train?!” "Really closely?"

perihelion by tauontauoff

Bakugou was a comet, blazing out of reach. Kirishima knew he was stupidly lucky that his furious trajectory went by close enough that his fingertips got to graze the cowl of fire. It was enough.

During Christmas Class 1A and 1B spend a laid-back week learning about extreme environment hero work in the Alps. Kirishima was used to keeping part of his feelings for Bakugou hidden, and had every intention of keeping it that way, but things don't always go according to plan.

fight me by mr_todoroki

Bright red, spiky hair. Annoyingly bright smile. Clothes that radiate ‘look at me’ vibes. Neon yellow tank top with black shorts. And those were definitely crocs on his fucking feet.

Yeah, Katsuki hated this guy.

-

Bakugou gets a new roommate.

quietly by chezka

“We’ve been taking the same way to and from school for weeks,” Kirishima grinned, and then when Bakugou frowned at him he put on an affected pout, tilted his head so that he was looking at him through his thick, long lashes, “you never noticed? Am I that easy to miss?”

He could barely finish the sentence before a laugh escaped his lips, and Bakugou rolled his eyes, hit him with a shoulder a little more violently than necessary.

“You stick out like a sore thumb, broom-head,” he grumbled, promptly ignoring Kirishima's whining about his hairstyle when it started coming, “I didn’t notice ‘cause I didn’t care.”

“And now you do?”

everyone knows that cats are independent by purplepersnickety

Eijirou enjoys his job, working the graveyard shift at a 24/7 coffee shop. His daemon Riot is always there to keep him company, and he likes meeting the early-morning patrons and giving them the best possible kick-start to their day. It's been his routine for about a year now.

Then one day, a grouchy guy with a daemon in the form of a lion walks into the shop in the dead of night, and Eijirou decides to strike up a conversation with him.

punks not dead by wrunic

“So you want to use me to piss off your mom?” Kirishima summarized, raising one pierced eyebrow at Katsuki.

“Look, if you want to be all fucking judgy about it, I take cash,” Katsuki said, dropping his hand palm up on the table.

“Hey now,” Kirishima said, raising his hands in surrender, “I didn’t say I wasn’t doing it. I’m always down for a little chaos.” He flashed a grin, showing off his ridiculous shark teeth.

“Good,” Katsuki said. “We start tomorrow."

sent, delivered, read, loved by kiribakuhappiness

Kirishima E. [6.49pm]: ur okay for such an angry dude bakugou! :)

Bakugou K. [7.12pm]: FUCK YOU!

Kirishima E. [7.14pm]: haha! :D ttyl!

Bakugou K. [7.48pm]: FUCKING WHAT DO THOSE DUMB LETTERS MEAN???

Bakugou K. [7.52pm]: I JUST LOOKED IT UP DONT FUCKING TALK TO ME LATER!

Bakugou K. [7.52pm]: STOP TXTING ME!!!

- OR -

Bakugou's and Kirishima's relationship develops from classmates to friends to more, as told through their text conversations.

flicker by mr_todoroki

He was starting to feel depressed. Life was so uninteresting. It was so mundane and forgettable. He had no one to hang out with besides Kota, his family didn’t even live in the city.

He grew his hair out as some sort of rebellion, some sort of stand to make his life the slightest bit more interesting. But he could already feel himself giving in to the pressure of cutting it. He needed to work to live. Without a job, he’d truly have nothing.

OR

Kirishima never applied to UA, therefore never became a hero.

let’s get down to business by kjelfalconer

Katsuki Bakugou, one of the brightest rising stars on wall street, is in need of a new personal assistant. Again. Could Eijirou Kirishima finally be the one to last more than two months?

Katsuki's long suffering HR department sure hope so.

something about us by bigstupidjellyfish

nothing like being in highschool and having no idea how to deal with emotions

fireproof by inkbender

Four years after a classmate nobody seems to remember is kidnapped by the League of Villains, Kirishima drags an amnesiac hobo he found washed up on the beach into his apartment, attempts to teach him how to adult (with varying degrees of success), and discovers along the way that the line between heroism and villainy is quite fine indeed. Plot-divergent after episode 45, the Forest Training Camp arc.

blood riot by magicallee (alternatively)

Kirishima from a universe with no quirks is mind-swapped with an alternate universe version of himself where there are superpowers.

And in that universe he’s a super villain.

And Bakugou is the superhero who caught Evil-Kirishima and put him in prison.

blindside by drowclericpelor

“You’re the first guy friend I’ve had that I can just like, be friends with. You’re either the most unthirstiest boy ever...” Camie shrugged and made another wobbly illusion appear between her hands. It looked like a sparkly rainbow with the word ‘friendship’ beneath it, accompanied by what Bakugou assumed was supposed to be a twinkling sound effect, but it had a tinny quality to it and sounded far away. “...or I just ain’t got the kinda straw you like to ssssip.”

Carefully, Bakugou considered the strange turn this conversation had taken.

He had never been asked, point blank, if he was gay before. And he honestly had never thought about how he would respond. Lying about himself didn’t sit right with him. But he’d always wanted to wait until he was the number one hero - when he stood above everyone else - before coming out. Though he’d had times when he’d thought about doing it before then and had almost gone through with it once. But being the number one hero came first. It wouldn’t matter what people would say about it then as long as he’d risen to the top.

Bakugou knew his lack of a response would give Camie all the answers she needed.

flour power by wingsonghalo

“I’m telling you now, Shitty Hair,” the blonde growled, “I am not gonna play house with you. We will cart this stupid flour around for a week like the assignment says. But some of our idiot classmates are naming the thing and setting up ‘playdates’ and dressing it and I am not doing anything that stupid. Got it?”

Kirishima and Bakugou are paired up to take care of a flour sack for a week. It would be so simple, except nothing with Bakugou is ever simple. Also Kirishima might be kinda sorta completely head over heels for him.

sunchaser by chonideno

that feeling when you suddenly want to jump off a cliff for no reason but instead of a cliff it’s your best friend and instead of jumping it’s growing feelings out of nowhere

or how Bakugou has to try really hard not to throw everything to the wind, and Kirishima doesn't help

i also have a tag specifically for fics that reach somewhere between 30k-70k words long if you wanted to check that out as well! i hope you enjoy the fics here and that i was able to help, ily enjoy your trip!!! :D 

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Congrats on your follower milestone, friend! A well deserved 600! 😀

💌 Can I please suggest an AU where Kakashi and Gai are both highschool teachers whose students have realized they have a thing for each other and are trying (with questionable success) to set them up? Gai could be the soccer coach or something so he's always wearing snug-AF leggings or shorts as the season calls for with a letterman jacket on top, looking a whole adorable dork. Kakashi teaches English or something and all his students have crushes on him and/or have a betting pool on about whats under the mask? I would love to hear your thoughts on such a setup! :)

Congrats again and than you for sharing your lovely self with we on the tumblr. We appreciate it! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜

High School Teachers AU

Words: 1437

Note: You may always ask me for anything gorgeous <3

Kakashi is the chemistry teacher that almost everyone has a crush on at some point, but is also made fun of a lot because he’ll get so distracted reading one of his romance novels that he’ll forget he’s supposed to be teaching a class.

Gai, on the other hand, is very focused on his students. Always coming up with new ways to push them to give it their all in his class and have fun in the sports that they’re playing.

The energies these two have when they’re teaching are completely different, but none of the students can say that either of them is a bad teacher. Gai is supportive and driven, while Kakashi is intelligent and adjusts.

When someone is struggling in Kakashi’s class, he sits with them and finds an easy way for them to understand what they’re learning. He also makes sure that every test he gives has a periodic table of elements attached to it because the thought of forcing anyone to memorize makes him cringe.

The most noticeable thing about Kakashi and Gai, though, is their friendship.

The students have a betting pool going on every year about what kind of friendship the two of them actually have. Whether it’s one side and Kakashi’s just going along with what Gai wants/does because he gave up trying to fight it. Or if it’s a friendship on both parts that Kakashi enjoys just as much as Gai, but doesn’t show in the same way.

The first option is usually the one with more votes, but at the end of every year, the students are left with more questions than answers. The pair just does not function how the kids think ‘normal friends’ do, and nothing about their relationship makes any sense.

One of the other things that some of the kids put their bets on, is Kakashi and Gai being in a more romantic relationship. Some of these kids decide to make this bet as a joke, usually when they’re in their last year and know they won’t get an answer, but some of the kids also put the bet in because they’ve seen moments between the two teachers that others haven’t.

Time’s when Kakashi looks at Gai with such a soft, fond expression that anyone who sees him would melt on the spot. Or when the two of them are alone, tucked away in a corner of the teachers lounge together whispering to each other. Kakashi’s legs were thrown over Gai’s and his head resting against Gai’s shoulder.

One thing that the students know for sure, as good as he can be at the job, Kakashi would probably be better off getting himself a different job. Every day the poor man looks like he’s suffering having to take questions and help his students through the lesson. Yet every year he returns. Always ready for another year of suffering.

Some of them have asked him why he continues to teach when it looks like he’s just there to suffer, and every time Kakashi just smiles and tells them that they’re his punishment for past mistakes.

They would like to know what horrible thing he thinks he did to deserve this kind of punishment.

At the same time, they like that Kakashi always comes back, because with him comes the cute Pug dog that is always by his side, Pakkun. Though they’re not allowed to pet the pug unless he’s outside, they do enjoy seeing him sitting there on top of Kakashi’s desk relaxing and watching over all of them.

If there is a school trip, the students can be assured that Kakashi and Gai will be the teachers leading it. Even if it’s not a trip for the subject that either of them teaches, they will be out there with the kids. Gai because he likes the chance to go out and explore with the kids, talking to them about all sorts of things. Kakashi, well the kids think it’s because Gai convinced him to do it but really Kakashi just enjoys getting out of the classroom.

At the end of the year, there’s always a match, with all of the teachers creating two different teams or multiple teams. If it’s a large team sport like soccer, hockey, etc, then Kakashi and Gai always make sure to be on opposite teams. Gai says they use it as a chance to add to their growing tally of competitions.

If however, it’s a team sport that only has pairs for each team, Kakashi and Gai are almost always paired together. The students don’t understand why they wouldn’t use these sports as a competition opportunity as well, but then they see the two of them in action on the field. How easily they guard each other’s weak spots and support each other’s strengths. It’s a fascinating show of their talents and their friendship that leaves the students wondering just how close these two are.

Kakashi and Gai’s classrooms/office are both decorated quite minimally. Kakashi doesn’t much care about decorating his classroom, and Gai has more important things to focus on than making his office look nice. One thing every student notices though is the plants that sit on the window just beside their desk. Kakashi’s succulent with the name ‘Mr. Ukki’ written across the pot, and Gai’s sunflower. Both are beautiful in their own way but different in so many ways because of the amount of care they need. The thing that sticks out about them most, though, is the picture that both of them have besides the flower. Both having the same picture of a pair of kids, one with a familiar bowl cut and the other with silver hair that can’t possibly belong to anyone else.

It’s odd for the kids to think that Kakashi-sensei and Gai-sensei have known each other since childhood, but it’s also kind of obvious with the way that the two of them act around each other.

One thing that Kakashi always worries about in his class, is Naruto and Sasuke. The two of them always seem to be at each other’s throats. Even when Kakashi has them seated on opposite sides of the classroom the two of them find a way to start yet another argument.

When it comes to school festivals and big events, Kakashi is always put in charge. It doesn’t matter what the event is, Tsunade will always assign him as the leader of planning and he will always ask Gai to help him out. Gai tried to take the lead once, but everything ended up being a bit too-eccentric, for the parent’s tastes. So now Gai gets to help Kakashi plan. What this means is Gai gives Kakashi ideas, and Kakashi decides which ones work and which ones are maybe a little too much.

Some students in the school think that Kakashi is dating the English teacher, Umino Iruka. They say it’s because Kakashi and Iruka are always chit-chatting in the hallway, and sometimes they just seem to be standing more in each other’s space than what would really be necessary.

A major reason that Kids in the school think that Iruka and Kakashi are dating, though, is because they can often be seen in Iruka’s classroom huddled close together. The kids think that they’re chatting and flirting, just trying to be close. What’s really happening is the two of them are working together trying to figure out a way to get Naruto and Sasuke to stop fighting all the time and interrupting their classes. Since the two of them seem to be the only one’s who have Naruto and Sasuke in the same class at the same time, they try to work together to figure out a solution to their problem, not realizing that people see them and start coming up with rumours that they are dating.

What the students don’t realize is that while Kakashi is dating Gai, Iruka is dating the Biology teacher Yamato. Though he and Kakashi do get a kick out of the rumours that they hear around the hallways about their apparent love life.

At the beginning of every new school year, Kakashi and Gai meet up after they finish organizing everything for the year. They find themselves their favourite spot in the backfield of the school, and while watching the sunset they talk about what the new year could bring them. All of the headaches, the interesting new students, the challenges. Whatever they can imagine, they will talk about, and they’ll keep talking until it gets so dark outside that they can barely see what’s around them.

[kaaytea]

hi :’’) i love ur blog so much!!!! can i request some random fluffy headcanons/lil scenarios of what a relationship with haruichi, ryou, and miyuki would be like? maybe childhood friend for miyuki only? ;v; i just feel like hes the type to go after his childhood friend lol

Falling for a childhood friend

⤷Includes: Ryousuke, Haruichi, Miyuki

Warnings: brief mentions of death, lil bit angsty

A/n: Hello lovely! It makes me so happy to hear you're enjoying the blog 🤧 I've already done dating hcs for both Ryou and Haruichi so I decided to include them in the falling for childhood friend req, I hope you don't mind! Also I don't know what happened with Miyooks, I threw in his mom as a small detail but then it turned slightly angsty

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Ryousuke

Please, Ryou has been introducing you as his s/o since he was 8 years old

You lived across the street from the Kominatos and being the same age as Ryou your parents set up play dates frequently when you were younger

Initially Ryou would tease you alot by tugging on your hair and occasionally shoving you

But when other kids on the street started to bully you and push you around like he did, Ryou defended you with his life

Only he was allowed to bully you 😤

One day he just casually asked you out while lying on the grass in his backyard

You were kids so you didn't fully understand relationships

You liked Ryou, he protected you and was kind so that was enough reasoning for you to accept

You were "dating" the last few years of elementary school

When you started junior high you were a bit confused on if your relationship was actually serious because it began from an innocent question on Ryousuke's part

Was he actually seriously considering you his s/o? Or was this just a silly thing the two of you had kept going for too long?

When you asked him this he looked at you like you'd grown two heads

"I asked you out didn't I?"

"Yes but we were barely 8 at the time. You couldn't have actually been serious."

"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't serious. My feelings for you haven't changed, if anything I'm probably more in love with you now then I was then."

"O-Oh"

To prove his point he kissed you on the lips for the first time

(and then he made fun of how flustered you looked)

Anyways

When Ryou told you he was going to Seidou you were heart broken. You were already confirmed to attend a local highschool meaning he'd be in a completely different city from you for the next three years

The last thing Ryousuke wanted was to break up with you. You were probably the only person he had met that he considered as important as his family, it'd be even more painful for the both of you if he broke off your relationship before leaving

You eventually settled on calling each other every night to talk and then Video chat every other Saturday

Ryousuke would sneak off during dinner to avoid his teammates eavesdropping on your conversations

He ended up missing you alot more than he thought he would so he looks forward to your nightly calls all day

He's extremely happy whenever you take the train to Tokyo to watch one of his games

After the game he always meets up with you and sneaks away from the team so you could watch the next game together

He also looks for a secluded area to just hug you for 5 minutes straight because wOW did he miss being able to hold you!

Haruichi

Haruichi was so close with Ryou when they were younger and spent most of his free time following him around so the two of you most likely met at school

Haruichi wasn't the best at putting himself out there to make friends in elementary school. He was a bit too timid to approach anyone so he usually kept to himself or sat with his teacher when the class was given free time

Until one day you just sat down next to him and started talking

He was too shy to tell you to go away and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like having a friend to be with, so he let you pull him over to a different table to draw together

By the end of that day the two of you were inseparable

Haruichi was honestly sO excited to have a friend that wasn't one of Ryou's! Sweet boy went home and told his mom all about you

Fast forward to junior high and you're still best friends

It's actually during junior high that the two of you somehow get even closer as Ryou left to attend Seidou leaving Haruichi alone back home in Kanagawa

The two of you spent almost every free moment you had together and Haruichi started to find a different sort of comfort around you

He doesn't even know what triggered it, he just suddenly realized how cute you looked and ever since then his chest would get all tight and he'd have the constant feeling of butterflies in his stomach when around you

Ironically everyone thought the two of you were already a couple, including his parents who once asked how his date with you was to which he had to stutter out an explanation with a bright red face

In your finale year of junior high, Haruichi decided he had to confess at some point. The uncertainty of where he'd be going for highschool was hanging over him like a nasty rain cloud, and with how he was leaning more and more towards running off to Tokyo each day, he knew he couldn't just leave without telling you how he felt

So one day while the two of you were studying in his room he just couldn't hold it in anymore and told you everything

You immediately told him that you were harboring the same feelings he was and encouraged him to go peruse baseball at Seidou

It felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders when you said that. He pulled you into a tight hug and hid his face in you shoulder as he muttered out thank yous

The day Haruichi left for Seidou you could tell he was torn between being disappointed about leaving you and being excited to open a new door of possibilities at the prestigious school

You sent him off with a kiss on the cheek promising to come visit sometime

What Haruichi didn't know is that your "visit" would be happening way sooner than he thought

A few months prior you had sent an application to Seidou and remarkably you were accepted!

Haruichi was significantly gloomy on the first day of classes. For the first time in over 10 years you wouldn't be sitting in the desk in front of his. He didn't think he'd feel so lonely this quickly, but here he was staring out the window desperately wishing you were here to ramble on about a videogame or what your mom had packed in your bento

The look on his face was priceless when you walked into his classroom and pulled a chair up to his desk like you'd usually do

"W-what are you doing here?!"

"I go to school here silly! Anyways, I started a show last night that we HAVE to watch together!"

Unsurprisingly the two of you were still attached at the hip while at Seidou

Although, Ryou seemed to find great pleasure in teasing the both of you now that you were in his proximity. He always took the time to send you knowing smiles or bops on the head when he passed the both of you in the halls

Miyuki

You lived relatively close to Miyuki but knew him more so due to the fact that your father worked at his dad's steel mill

When Miyuki's mom was still around she was always offering to watch you while you parents worked, so the two of you were kind of forced to become friends from your constant presence at his house

Those early days of friendship were spent in the kitchen with Miyuki gushing about baseball, pointing out cool plays and explaining the game to you while his mother cooked you both lunch

He'd also drag you and his mother to a park near by so the two of you could play catch together

(his mom would often have to remind him that sometimes you didn't want to play catch and to let you decide what the two of you should do)

When his mom died you slowly saw the effect it had on him

Miyuki lost the cheerful innocence he carried when he'd explain baseball games in his homes small kitchen. He became a little more closed off; a little less bright

There were days you would stop by to check in on him only to find Kazuya curled up on his bed clutching a scarf his mother had made him to his chest

He didn't cry, not once. Instead your friend became an empty vessel, a shell of what he formally was

Slowly his old cheery attitude would shine occasionally when making jokes or teasing you, a small crack in the calculative demeanor he kept up

Those small appearances of light-hearted behavior were your only reassurance he was still the same little boy you initially knew

Since his mothers death you took it upon yourself to be that little spark of light that seemed to have dimmed inside him

You pulled him to the park to play catch, encouraged him to continue being a catcher, you even helped manage your schools team so you could keep him company

You also became accustomed to carrying band-aids with you. Miyuki was a small kid for his age and had a habit of pissing off his upperclassmen which never ended well

When it came time to choose highschools Miyuki made it clear that you didn't have to follow him to Seidou to keep him company

He was going for baseball, making friends wasn't his top priority anyways

In the end you still went to Seidou with him (which secretly he was very grateful for, he felt better knowing you'd be there for him and vice versa)

I feel like Miyuki would unknowingly have had a crush on you for years but never realized it. He just played it off as you being his childhood friend

you knew him better than he knew himself so of course he'd feel this comforting love towards you!

Boy is his world turned upside down when Kuramochi asks him how long the two of you have been dating

He'd never considered seeing you in a romantic light but now the thoughts of holding you to his chest or kissing your nose WONT. LEAVE.

He becomes very awkward and goes through a mini crisis everytime he sees you

This would go on for a few weeks but everything seemed to peak after the summer tournament

You'd just gotten back with the rest of the managers and immediately went off to find Miyuki

He was in the dinning hall already watching their game against Inashiro when you found him. It was pretty late so the hall was empty asides from the two of you

When you walked over to him he just silently pulled you down to sit on his lap, propping his chin on your shoulder so he could continue reviewing the game. In return you ran your fingers through his hair

Kazuya would never admit he was upset with how the game turned out, but you could tell he was torn up from the outcome

Everything about this moment seemed to make his feelings boil over. He moved his head from your shoulder and stared you down

"I'm in love with you"

"About time you admitted it, dumbass!"

He pinched your side in retaliation, laughing as you slapped his hand away

And then he kissed you ♥️

[sazc94]

The Three Times James "Bucky" Barnes Broke your heart

This was inspired by @msmarvelwrites 2k Writing Challenge because I'm a sucker for Taylor Swift especially sad Taylor Vibes. I chose the all too well lyrics.

Apparently, I can't do anything small so it's in two parts.

Part 2 Here

Pairs Bucky x Reader and Pietro x Reader. (Not at the same time)

No smut but mentions of sex so 18+

Themes: highschool, cheating, college/uni. Friendship

Words 5659 its Suburban AU.

Winter 2018

You sat on the window seat, head resting on the cool glass a mug of hot chocolate between your hands. Winter in New York was something else, the way everything sparkled in the blanket of snow. This wasn’t your first December in the “Big Apple” but it was your first after moving here. Like the walking cliché you were you had moved here for a Fresh Start, after being offered a once in a lifetime opportunity of working for Tony Stark. You hadn’t planned on taking the job working as head of advertising for Stark Industries. The idea of moving from your small town in Michigan away from your family, everyone you knew and loved, and most importantly away from your best friend and your on-again-off-again boyfriend Bucky seemed ludicrous. You knew James or Bucky as he was to those who knew and loved him would never leave Michigan not if it meant leaving her.

James and you had been friends since, well as since long as you could remember. You had lived on the same street, gone to the same schools, played in the streets on your bikes when you were 8, played in the local park between the ages of 10 and 12. When you both hit 13 everyone assumed you would both either stop being friends or would fall romantically in love. Neither of those happened at least not right away. You two carried on hanging around each-others houses, playing video games and watching movies. Bucky had always been fiercely protective over you, his blue eyes narrowing at anyone who dared to pick on you when you were younger. His eyes would light up when you walked into the room, he loved Friday nights saved just for the pair of you to watch cheesy horror films, lounge around his sofa and stuff your faces with popcorn.

2008

Everything changed when you were 15, you and Bucky had always been inseparable, when no one asked you to combined Prom in your Freshman year, Bucky had surprised you. Showing up at your house dressed in a suit and tie with a white rose corsage, his long brown hair slicked back. You walked downstairs in your ballet slipper pink chiffon dress, your locks twisted into an intricate bun, this was the first time you’d worn heels and you nearly missed the bottom step when you saw Bucky in his Grey Suit stood in your living room. Bucky had tried out for the football team and obviously to no ones’ surprise had become the Star QB. As a result of that Bucky’s grey suit stretched across his muscular frame. Once you’d saved yourself from falling face-first down the last stair you walked over to Bucky grinning like a fool. “Bucky, what, what are you doing here? I thought you were going with Sam and Pietro and the rest of the football team” you said. “Well, I couldn’t leave my best girl flying solo at our first prom now, could I?” Bucky grinned down to you. “Besides the rest of the guys were meeting dates at the dance, so I told them I’d meet them there with you” you felt yourself blush at Bucky’s term of endearment. You and Bucky posed for photos for your Mum and Dad, your Dad trusted Bucky like his own son so there was no awkward father stare down there, you even had your curfew extended to 2 am.

The prom itself was magical, Bucky introduced you to his teammates and their dates. Sam was there with a cheerleader, Jane Foster she was friends with the cool alternative girl Wanda Maximoff who was Pietro’s twin sister they were Sophomores but made you feel welcome at their table. Complimenting your hair and shoes. Pulling you onto the dancefloor to dance with them and the rest of the cheerleaders and co to the pumped-up pop songs that blasted out. The way the gym had been transformed was nothing short of breath-taking, led fairy lights strung up in waves from the ceiling, silver stars hanging against the velvet blue backdrops made you believe you were spending the night under the stars. When the music changed to a slow song -Tim McGraw by an up-and-coming artist Taylor Swift. The Group of girls surrounding you soon dissipated to slow dance with their respective others. You started to make your way back to the table you’d been sat at, happy to finally take a breather when you felt someone tug on your wrist. You turned around fully prepared to slap whatever creep had felt it suitable to touch someone they didn’t know but your face softened to find the familiar blue-eyed, muscular brunette smirking at you. “Miss Y/N” may I have this dance?”, he asked. “Why certainly, MR James Buchanan Barnes” you replied chuckling to yourself. Bucky cocked an eyebrow at the use of his full name before pulling you tight towards him. He wrapped your arms around his neck before wrapping his around your waist. Your breath caught in the back of your throat, you and Bucky had never been this intimate, sure still hugged and had kissed each other on the cheek when you were like 5, but this felt different. The way Bucky enveloped you, the scent of his aftershave mixed with his mum’s washing powder he smelt like cherry blossom mixed with sandalwood. You rested your head on Bucky’s chest, closing your eyes deciding to take this all in. A small smile tugged on your lips as you felt Bucky stroke your hips. You didn’t know it, but he looked at you with such love and adoration and his heart squeezed watching you rest your head on his chest the smile on your pale pink lips. Bucky moved his right hand from your waist and brought it to your cheek, slightly stroking it before lifting your face to look him in the eyes. His eyes shone with affection; his eyes so blue like the ocean you felt like you were drowning in them. Then his lips were on yours crashing against your slightly chapped lips, you cursed yourself for not wearing Chapstick like the cheerleaders and Wanda did. However, as the kiss deepened, and you felt Bucky’s left-hand grip on you together and you melted into the kiss everything else faded away. Bucky drew back and looked at you. Your smile dazzling him as your eyes shone back at him. Neither of you said a word as he pulled you back to his chest whilst the DJ played another slow song.

2009 - 2010

Bucky and you dated from the end of your Freshman year right up until the summer before your senior year. Bucky and you had been inseparable for most of your High School life, he even convinced you to try out for the cheerleading squad in your Junior year, usually you sat on the Side-lines with Wanda and Carol Danvers, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to be a cheerleader it's just you were comfortable being “Bucky’s Girl” the one everyone knew without being in the spotlight, however after Wanda and Carol egged you on saying that you had the moves you went for it. You surprisingly made the squad. You couldn’t wait to tell Bucky, warmth spreading through your cheeks at the thought of how he’d be so proud. You decided to keep it quiet until you had your uniform. Jane and the girls had also promised to keep their mouths shut until you’d had the chance to surprise him. So, when homecoming rolled around, and you got your uniform for the first time you went along to the locker rooms where the football team would be heading off to change before the big pep rally. You stood against the wall one foot pressed against it, your knee bent whilst you waited. You heard Sam and Pietro before you saw them. They turned the corner roughhousing one another playfully. “Looking good Y/N” Sam shouted as he clocked you in your brand-new uniform. “looks like Bucky’s personal cheerleader now cheers for us all,” he said walking over to you and enveloping you in a hug. You giggled and at that moment Bucky Turned the corner with Peter Parker a freshman. He couldn’t see your uniform from the way that Sam’s body was covering yours, but he saw your face and started running down the hallway to you. As Sam and Pietro headed inside, he finally got to see the big reveal, he stopped in his tracks for a second. His eyes taking in every inch of your body, the skirt shorter than anything you owned, the top hugging your curves. He ran over to you picking you up and spinning you in the air as you squealed. “I knew you could do it Doll,” he said as he peppered kisses over your head, cheek, and lips. You blushed at his praise. Your Junior year with Bucky was a blur, between the football games, classes, parties’ dates with Bucky you felt like time was rushing past. You Even won Prom King and Queen at your Junior Prom. To no one’s surprise. However, that summer everything changed.

Summer 2010

You were on holiday with your family, visiting your grandparents in Miami. Every year you for as long as you could remember you and your family would spend the last 3 weeks of summer break at your grandparents. You had begged Bucky to come with you as he had in the past, however, due to football camp, he had been unable to swing it. “Hey, I’m sorry doll, it’s just coach said if I didn’t go he wouldn’t consider me for team captain,” he said hugging you from behind as you sat on your porch steps, his chin resting on your head. He had sworn to you that you would text every day and would skype at least once a week for the three weeks you were there. However, after the first week, Bucky’s texts had become less and less frequent. He’d only Skyped you once and you’d get texts from Various friends asking where you were as you weren’t at the latest party. On the final night of your holiday, as you walked along the beach by yourself taking in the last of the holiday feel your phone rang, you looked down it, confused when the caller Id said, Jane. “Hey, babe. Look I’m not sure how to say this” but uh we’re at a small party at Wanda and Pietro’s there’s about 15 of us, including this friend of mine Nat and uhm well, Bucky’s pretty wasted and well after I noticed I hadn’t seen him for a while I went looking for him”. Jane’s voice sounded stressed. You squeezed your eyes shut as tears tried to escape, not liking where this was going. “And uh, oh god I’m really sorry girl, but I, I kind of walked in on them fucking” Jane blurted it out, going for the band-aid approach as if saying it quicker would make it the cut sting any less. You didn’t say anything, you just stood there staring out the black ocean, the warm sand between your toes, feeling your heartbreak. You couldn’t believe it. Your sweet protective Bucky who had beaten up Miles Morales in 8th Grade for standing you up for an arcade date and breaking your heart. “I, I, I got to go my flights early tomorrow. My, my family will be wondering where I am” you stumbled over your words trying to get off the phone as quick as possible not wanting anyone to hear you cry.

Senior year was one of the most painful years, Bucky had met you at your house the day you got back, sitting on the wooden steps to your porch. He looked like he had barely slept, much like you. You were an only child, but your older cousin who was transferring to Michigan State University for his second year had come home with you. He took a look at Bucky and then back at you, you nodded telling him it was fine and that you had this. He walked inside but not before muttering punk under his breath. Bucky winced, he looked at you his blue eyes that once shone with nothing but love and adoration for you, now looked blank, empty, and almost unrecognisable. His brown hair which he had cut in his Sophomore year looked a mess. He started towards you, but you held your arm out.

“Don’t,” you said. He looked crestfallen and his heart shattered as you struggled to hold yourself together. “Doll, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, please, look at me, ill make it up to you, it will never happen again” he pleaded with you, his ocean blue eyes stared at your red brimmed eyes, cheeks puffy and streaked from all the crying over the last 16 hours. “Just don’t” You warned him. “Look, baby, it was a mistake, it meant nothing to me” he continued to plead despite your warning reaching out for your hand. His words hit you like a knife, you two hadn’t slept together yet and here he was claiming this meant nothing. You wrenched your hand free from him his touch burning you with his betrayal. “It meant nothing. It meant nothing!?! If it meant nothing you wouldn’t have slept with this Natasha James” you whispered. Bucky flinched at the use of his real name. Oh, how you wanted to shout, thrash scream at him and tell him you would forgive him, but you couldn’t. You had looked up the girls Instagram that night when you laid in bed crying and you couldn’t help but compare yourself to her the gorgeous read head with curves in all the right places. You started to walk towards your house. Unable to keep the tears back and not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, Bucky called out for you, pleading with you. “I thought you loved me James, but it clearly meant something to you, or else you wouldn’t have thrown away two years of dating and 12 years of dating for sex with someone that wasn’t me, we were meant to be each other’s firsts, but you decided you couldn’t wait to get your dick wet so you went and fucked this chick you’ve known for what 5 minutes?” you cried out in anger, Bucky flinched again as if you’d slapped him. “Actually, I met her last year at one of our away game parties” he mumbled, his feet kicking the dirt around his feet. “I think you should leave” you whispered, choking back a sob before you ran into your house slamming the door behind you.

You and Bucky barely spoke that entire final year of school, you had been voted cheer Captain at the end of the summer semester, much to Jane’s approval, and you loved being a cheerleader, so you threw yourself into that as well as the school’s production of Little Shop of Horrors. You cheered at the games putting on your show face and hyping up the crowds. You wowed in the role of Audrey in the show, avoided parties with the football team and buckled down focusing on your exams and audition for the performing arts programme at the University of Michigan. After Bucky had realised, he was never going to get you to forgive him he had ended up dating Natasha. The news hit you like a sucker punch to begin with but after meeting up with Wanda, Carol, and Jane during the spring break you made your peace with it. You even smiled at Bucky in the hallways when you saw each other. By the time Graduation rolled around you had healed.

November 2011

You ended up getting into the University of Michigan on a partial scholarship thanks to your cheerleading and you were enjoying the performing arts programme, the performing arts programme at the Uni had really blown up after the whole viral “A Very Potter Musical” back in 2009 and you were thrilled to be there. You had settled right in making friends with a young lad from your course Loki Laufeyson right away. He was attractive in an unconventional way, with long black hair, a tall skinny frame but he still had muscles. You two had been cast opposite each other in Romeo and Juliet during your first year and had become good friends. You even ran into Pietro frequently he had gotten a football scholarship and couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you on the sidelines one November game. Pietro didn’t really “do” social media and hadn’t paid any attention to Wanda as you had told her, after Bucky’s betrayal you hadn’t spoken much with Sam or Pietro, after all, they were his friends and were now Uni students. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Bucky’s girl,” he said grinning at you after the game, ruffling your hair like you were 5 again. You couldn’t help but wince at the old pet name, everyone in the group had called you it, Sam, Wanda, Carol even Jane but you hadn’t been Bucky’s girl for a year, well longer if you take into consideration the fact he’d been chatting with Natasha on and off for the entire year before they slept together. “It’s just Y/N” or you can call me cutie you said winking at Pietro, he chuckled. “How about I just call you tomorrow?” he retorted, you felt yourself blush. Pietro had always been a cocky confident guy, his silver-blonde hair covering his ice blue eyes, he had always been a hit with the ladies, but he seemed that bit more attractive, slightly leaner, still confident but not arrogant. You shrugged before pulling out a sharpie from your bag, you wrote down your number on his arm. He cocked his head puzzled. “I changed it last year after Bucky wouldn’t stop blowing it up with apology texts,” you said simply. Before Pietro could respond you ran off to join the rest of your squad and headed for the changing room.

True to his charm and word, Pietro called you the next day offering to be your personal guide and show you all the hidden beauty spots of the campus. You accepted; even though you had been here for two months already. You walked around the campus and had a great time, you felt yourself really relaxing and laughing at his corny jokes and the way he wiggled his silver eyebrows at you whenever he made a bad joke. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed, and you meant really laughed, the kind of clutched over struggling to get air into your lung’s laughter that the Silver-haired, blue-eyed cutie gave you. By the time Pietro had finished his tour the sun was beginning to dip, he walked you back to your dorm ever the gentleman. However, this time when your hands brushed against each other he grabbed your hand and spun you around. His hand was cool and smooth, a stark difference to Bucky’s warm calloused hands. The pair of you walked back hand in hand in comfortable silence. When you got to your dorm you leant against your door, your eyes meeting Pietro’s ice blue eyes, the almost sparkled. Pietro positioned himself so that he had one hand above your head, the other to your side trapping you between the door and himself. He leant down and kissed you. It was soft and delicate, his cool lips sucking the air out of your lungs. He pulled away winking at you before he sauntered off to join his teammates at some frat party.

That was the beginning of a three-year relationship with Pietro, you two had been on multiple dates, some official, some were just bumping into each other at the same party and then spending the rest of the evening together all through November and early December of your first year. He even came to support you at your Cheerleading competitions. Neither of you had put a label on it, but he had changed his home screen to a picture of the pair of you, it was one captured by Peter Parker, funnily enough, he was visiting the Uni with his photography club and captured the moment Pietro had picked you up after the Wolverines won their 6th game. He spun you around before dropping you down and kissing your forehead. Pietro didn’t know that you had seen his home screen. However as you were both travelling home for the Holidays you had agreed to travel together, Pietro had offered to drive but you had refused. Telling him that it would be easier for you to drive as you would be running lines late and therefore you could swing by his apartment on the way out of town. It was only a short drive to Dearborn but with the extra holiday traffic, you estimated it would take at least an hour to get to your parents. You connected your iPod to the car via AUX and pulled up your playlist you had made for the drive. You avoided all Christmas songs, and you were sick of them they played everywhere you went. Instead, you opted for Taylor Swift, damn she had blown up since 2008.

After about 30 minutes of driving as you hit the peak of the holiday traffic, you leant over to turn down the volume of your music. Comfortable with the pace of the traffic, you turned your head to Pietro. “So,” you began. “What’s up Bunny?” Pietro asked snapping his eyes up from his phone. “Well, I just thought now might be a good time to talk, we’re obviously going to run into a lot of our old friends, and there’s no way Wanda won’t know something is going on here, and I, I saw your lock screen,” you said, you could feel yourself blush, there was something about Pietro, he made you feel like a high school sophomore all over again. “So you were wondering what we are?” the amusement in Pietro’s voice didn’t escape your notice, you could feel yourself getting embarrassed. Of course, he was a college Sophomore, you two had never had the exclusive talk, how could you be so silly. You stared straight ahead focusing on the slow-moving traffic. Oh god, you wanted to die. Pietro noticed the change in your demeanour and instantly felt bad, he grabbed your right hand from the steering wheel. “Hey Bunny, look at me,” he said softly, you turned your head to face him. “We are exclusive, we are a couple, I’m sorry you felt the need to ask, but I adore you, so we are a thing,” he said stroking circles on the back of your hand. You smiled and nodded to yourself.

Almost everyone had made it back for the Holidays, excluding a few people, Bucky, Carol, and Jane, they all had their reasons, but you couldn’t help but feel a little sad that Carol and Jane had been unable to make it back. Wanda was elated for you and Pietro, to your surprise she threatened Pietro and not you. Christmas break came and went all too quickly. Pietro even brought you a small gift even though he didn’t celebrate Christmas, what with being Jewish. He was also very touched at your gift a small, framed copy of the photo of his lock screen, only in black and white except for the ribbon in your hair, the number on his Jersey matching his number painted on your cheek. The next year also seemed to rush by, between keeping on top of your studies, your rehearsals for the play, football matches, nationals for your cheerleading competition. It felt like you had barely any time to breathe.

2012

The summer between your 1st year and 2nd year was a small respite, Pietro had decided to stay in his apartment for the summer, he had a summer job and you decided to stick around after trying out for a local theatres summer production of Grease, unsurprisingly you had been cast as Patty Simcox a cheerleader. “How ironic, my little cheerleader playing a cheerleader” Pietro joked. You just rolled your eyes at him, that night Pietro stayed in your dorm, you were going to have to move out for the summer, your roommate for the year had decided she was going to move into her Sorority House next year and was going home for the summer. You and Pietro were cuddled up on the sofa watching Grease, you had your legs over Pietro and the arm of the sofa. To your surprise, Pietro had confessed he’d never seen it and had asked you to watch it with him so he could see who you would be playing. You let out a sigh. “What’s up bunny?” he asked not taking his eyes of the movie, he was rubbing small circles on your legs. “Student housing emailed me today, they said since Sophie is moving out and going home for the summer. I can’t stay in my dorm this summer. I’m trying to figure out where to go as the apartment I want to rent isn’t available until August” you said, blowing your hair out of your face. “Move in with me for the summer,” Pietro said without skipping a beat. “We’re not going to be around much in the daytime, you’ve spent a lot of nights at mine recently and it’s just for the summer, theirs a spare bedroom where you can store your stuff, and Wanda will be visiting in 3 weeks, it’s no big deal,” he said as he continued rubbing circles on your legs. You stared at him for a moment, your mind racing. “Okay,” you said nervously biting your lip. “Okay, I’ll move in for the summer,” you said again this time sounding surer of yourself. You picked up the remote and pressed pause on the DVD. You and Pietro had been dating for most of the school year, and he had been nothing but a gentleman never pressuring you for more than you were comfortable with, he knew Bucky had hurt you and you still hadn’t had sex yet as a result of it. You stood up a peeled of your jumper, Pietro cocked his head with his cute, puzzled expression. You didn’t say anything, instead, you removed your athletic shorts leaving you in nothing but one of Pietro’s football jerseys and your panties. You walked to your bedroom. Pietro didn’t move. After a few moments of waiting for him to follow you walked to your door frame and coughed, Pietro looked at you. “Well, are you coming or not handsome?” you asked leaning against your frame, so his jersey rid up slightly exposing the skin of your stomach. Pietro chucked his phone on the sofa before throwing you over his shoulder. That night you and Pietro had sex for the first time.

December 2012

Summer came and went in a blur of a heatwave, and lots of sex. You moved into your apartment off-campus, you spent a lot of time hanging out with Loki between classes, throwing ideas back and forth for an original piece you had to work on for the spring showcase. Pietro and you would always ride to games together, with Pietro being in his third year, the team bus rides were no longer compulsory and as the college couldn’t afford for the squad to have a bus you had to make your own way to the away games anyway. You and Pietro had driven home for Winter break, your family had decided to head to Boston this year, that way your cousin could see his family, however as you and Pietro had a game two days after New Years it didn’t make sense for you to fly out for such a short period off time. This was your first Christmas in years where you wouldn’t be seeing your family, or even celebrating really. However, Wanda and her Mum had insisted Pietro bring you home with him for the winter break. So that was how you found yourself sat in Pietro and Wanda’s basement drinking beer and hanging out with the old gang along with some new faces. Carol had brought home her girlfriend Valkyrie, Jane and Sam were there, even Peter Parker who was now a senior was there he’d even brought his girlfriend Gwen with him. Wanda had brought home her Boyfriend James or Vision as he was affectionately known. Wanda was studying Fashion in NYC; Vision was studying IT and was a whiz with technology. You were cuddled up in the corner of the sofa with Pietro, he was playing some game with Sam and Peter and you were scrolling through your IG feed. Taylor Swift’s latest Album Red playing through the speakers. Pietro had groaned but with Sam being a secret Swifty he was quickly outvoted. You kissed Pietro’s cheek getting up to grab another bottle of beer each. You were technically underage for another few months, but Wanda’s mum had said if you were going to drink whilst you were here, she’d rather you did it under her roof in a safe controlled manner.

You heard him before you saw him. Being the gracious guest you are, you had noticed the beer was low in the fridge, so you were restocking it when you heard Bucky’s familiar laugh. You may have made peace with what Bucky had done but other than a quick congratulations and farewell at Graduation you hadn’t spoken since that summer back in 2010.

Bucky walked over to the fridge, you had changed your hair colour since you’d last seen him at Graduation in 2011, your usual hair was now a chocolate brown, you had your head in the fridge still when he coughed. “Hi I’m Bucky,” he said. You took a deep breath, grabbed three bottles of beer and pulled your head out of the fridge, turning around to face him. “I’m well aware who you are, Bucky,” you said handing him a beer. Bucky’s eyes widened as his ocean blue eyes reached yours. “Hey Buck,” you said softly. “Y/N. I didn’t recognise you” he grinned, moving to hug you. You let it happen, standing stiffly in his arms. “Yeah it's been a minute, how’s school, and Natasha, I heard you got into UDM?” you asked shooting him a smile before twisting the lid of your bottle. “Yeah, I did. Schools great kicking my ass a bit and Natasha and I broke up actually” he said avoiding eye contact with you. You and Bucky made polite conversation for a few minutes Pietro finished up his game with Sam and Peter, noticed you hadn’t returned so made his way over to you and Bucky. “Hey Bunny,” he said kissing the corner of your head before wrapping his arms around you. “Hey Buck, long time no see!” Pietro said. Bucky stood frozen for a few seconds processing what he had just witnessed. “Hey, Pietro Yeah. It's been a hot minute, so you two are a couple? You guys look cute congrats. Oh man, wow is that Peter over there? I barely recognise him I’m going to go say hey. Catch you guys later!” Bucky said practically running over to Peter. You turned around and kissed Pietro. “Come on Quicksilver, let’s see if I can beat you at Mario Kart,” you said pulling him over to the sofa.

December 2012 – August 2014

Winter break came and went. Your second year at Uni whizzed past. Pietro even joined you and your family for your annual summer vacation in Miami, your grandparents were getting on a bit so you decided to skip the summer production of Hairspray. By the time, your third year rolled around you and Pietro settled into a routine between school, studying, games and rehearsals you would steal kisses in the hallways, meet one another at classes with hot drinks, coffee for Pietro not that he needed a boost of energy and usually a hot chocolate for you. After football games, Pietro would drive you back to his apartment. If it were a rare free evening, you’d curl up with a movie at yours. Hanging onto the small moments of peace. You both knew Pietro was going to be moving to New York after he graduated. He’d been studying business and was going to start a fashion company with Wanda. You also both knew that long-distance wasn’t going to work, you’d been majoring in performing arts, but you had also been taking extra courses to help with a career in advertising as a backup. Saying your goodbyes to one another sucked ass. You and Pietro had left your annual Miami holiday a week early to spend a week in Florida visiting the Theme Parks, Wanda and Vision were also going to meet you there. Neither of you had grown up exceptionally wealthy, but Wanda and Pietro’s dad Max Eisenhardt had reached out to them a few years back and had insisted on paying for the four of you to have a group vacation. He had tried to convince Wanda and Pietro to book a holiday in Germany where he was living but they had refused. Pietro had already packed up his apartment and moved most of it back to his family home whilst you finished up school for the year. He had been staying with you for the summer before joining you on your vacation so when you headed to the airport it was time to say your goodbyes. “Be good Bunny, don’t cause too much mischief with Loki and stay in touch. I love you my little Bunny” he said wiping the tears from your eyes. You couldn’t say anything, so you just held him tight and cried.

Tagging the bestie @lannycleave because I have promised to write a sad Steve one as a way to punnish myself

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