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karinadele · 12 days ago

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Bolero

Ch2. Optimus x Reader

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Warnings: Light description of violence

Yeah. There’s a giant metal alien in your barn. Said alien is also the leader of the autobots –the same ones that were defending your planet from the decepticons years ago during the war. You sigh as you drag yourself out of bed, brewing a pot of coffee, and dipping into the shower.

You probably should have showered right after patching him up yesterday, but honestly? It was so tiring… No one’s gonna blame you for just crashing into bed after crawling around on your hands and knees soldering the freaking Optimus Prime. How did he even end up in the Junkyard?? Feeling the hot water rinsing away yesterday’s grime and grease, you wonder if whatever is on you is even safe for the drains. The Optimus Prime? Hiding in your barn? He said something about running away from a group called the –Cemetery Winds?? What is this, ghostbusters?

Tossing on fresh non-energon stained clothes, you hang the towel around your neck, letting it catch your wet hair. You probably should check on him. Grabbing your mug of coffee as you make your way outside to the barn.

His optics lit up the moment he saw you. He jolted back his helm a little as he noticed your hair is wet. Judging by the towel around your neck, you probably just had a shower. Attempting to avert his gaze away, but failing to do so when you called out to him. Coming closer and closer to him. Taking a few vents in and out as he prepares to meet you face to face.

He seems a little agitated, you thought to yourself. Of course he would be, the poor guy just had everything mangled and is barely sitting up, leaning against the wall. A sigh escapes from you as you feel your heart crush a little. You have so many questions. What even happened? Where do we go now? Crouching next to him, you put your hand on his knee, asking him how he’s feeling today.

He felt his leg twitch, your little hand on him, asking how he’s doing. Wanting to scream that he’s doing miserable because he’s not well enough to just scoop you away and lock you up, but choking that thought down as he gives you a nod, telling you he’s doing better thanks to you. He can see the concern and confusion on your face. Understandably so, but it only restricts his spark even more. That you’re worried for him. His comrades always looked out for him, respected him, and would do anything for him. But you? This is a different type of concern. Far too intimate.

Satisfied with his answer, you push your anxiety and questions down, opting to fiddle with a piece of wood. A log of lignum vitae. Little bit harder to get, but definitely strong and durable. Without really a plan of what to do with it, but just needing to keep your hands busy to take the edge off, you go ahead and turn on the table saw, slicing the log through.

The loud whirring of the machine snapped him out of his thoughts. He instinctively wanted to reach out and pull you back from danger. But it wasn’t long before he realized you were the one in control of the machine. Humming an unfamiliar tune as you push the log through, sheering it smaller and smaller. He watches as he notices how well you manipulate the wood. Despite your small size, one foot on tippy toes, the other not even on the ground, dangling in the air, you don't miss a beat playing with the dangerous saw machinery. What is it like for you to control him?

When you finally calmed your nerves, you look down and have no idea what the fuck you cut. Just this… Huge diamond looking chunk. You place it aside as it’s served its purpose. Flicking the saw off, you turn back to Optimus. Who seems to be staring at you, as you move towards him to finally get some answers.

He knows you’re just trying to figure out what is going on, but a part of him clings onto the idea that it’s because you’re curious about him. About his world, his story, about him as a being. Covering that shame as well as he can, pulling in his usual stoic fearless leader facade as he explains each and every one of your answers.

Eventually, everything leads back to needing Ratchet and his team back. He knows they’re safe, but they don’t know he’s safe. It’s his obligation to make sure the last of his kind still held their helms strong. But what if… just what if, any of them takes a look at you in the wrong way? Shaking off the thoughts as he pulls himself together, telling you to get ready as he’ll be making contact with the rest of the crew.

Overjoyed, the rest of the autobots knowing Optimus is safe and sound, as the semi rolls into the canyons to greet them. He’s talked you out of coming with him for your own safety, as well as… simply not subjecting you to the disastrous group. Someone as precious as you do not deserve to be caught in their war, and especially not in the optics of others.

The fight with Lockdown was not an easy one. He’s a formidable opponent having both humans and the creators on his side. The battle comes to a standstill, and Optimus is on the losing side. Rage and fear boiling inside him, only to be subdued by pain and weariness. Is this really how the lights will go out? Primus must have a sick joke if taunting someone who finally cares about him –and then ripping out the same spark that glows for her. Hound is out of ammo, resorting to grenades. Bee is far up in the sky fighting with Stinger aboard Strafe. He doesn’t even know where the others are, barely clinging onto life as Lockdown points his headcanon on Optimus’s helm.

Amidst the chaos, cars blowing up everywhere, humans screaming and running, He spots a semi making a mad dash towards them. One of theirs? Not possible, he would have known of any other autobots. As it speeds closer, he notices it definitely is not Cybertronian. A human civilian. If anything, the hot pink Itasha definitely gave it away. What in Unicron’s aft are they doing driving towards them?

You’re pissed. Telling you to get ready and then fucking ditching you? After you patched him up? Motherfucker just gonna get free medical care and not pay up? This is the United States! You’re totally going to overcharge him! Scrambling your boots on after Optimus transformed and rolled off, you said fuck it. You deserve a piece of the action as much as anyone. Lugging your AR-15 over your shoulder, –unironically matching your truck, both wrapped in hot pink. Though the truck definitely made you cringe. Getting an Itasha when you just became an adult was definitely a mistake. But getting it changed consistently slipped out of your mind. You grew used to it. At least the trailer of your semi wasn’t as bad. Just covered in vinyls and decals. –Oh and some stickers. Now that you think about it, it’s not just hot pink, it's a hot mess. But hey, when were you not a mess?

One hand on the steering wheel, you pop the other arm and your body out the window. Riffle in said hand, resting on your shoulder. Screaming as you tell whatever the fuck is on top of Optimus to go fuck off and die in a ditch. You’re not about to let anyone, human or –or whatever this thing is, to fucking ruin your hard work.

Optimus’ optics widen to a degree he himself didn’t even know was possible, screaming your name as a surge of electricity jolts through him. Whatever the humans called adrenaline. A firework of bullets comes through, one after another. Dealing miniscule damage to both him and Lockdown, but a welcomed distraction. Blindsiding Lockdown as it gave Optimus the edge to stand back up on his pedes, newfound rage for both the bounty hunter and the reckless human ignoring his commands.

He’s not used to people disobeying him. Sure, they might complain and banter, but eventually stand down. Yet this tiny human? One that can barely reach across a table saw? Infuriating. Yet somehow the fire in your spark –if you had one, is so powerful that it drags him closer to you. Wanting more.

Snapping him out of his trance, he hears you call his name, as you aggressively spin the steering wheel, drifting the semi. The trailer slamming into lockdown, dragging his body across the container, as you spin.

“OPTIMUS! SNAP OUT OF IT! FINISH HIM!”

That was the words of encouragement he needed, rampage taking over as he snatches Lockdown off your trailer and slamming him into the ground. Canon pointed on his chassis, blowing his spark chamber out.

It hurts to hurt one of his kind, if lockdown can even be considered his kind. But what’s more infuriating is that lockdown put you in danger. Or that you came to the danger yourself? Doesn’t matter. He’s too upset to care.

Wait.

Did she just put herself in danger for me?

Gazing back at the anime girl semi, canon still pointed at the now deceased Lockdown, smoke obscuring his vision. A voice comes through. Yours. Poking your head through the smoke, rifle pointed up, resting on your shoulder.

“Is he dead?” You tilt your head more, trying to get a view of what’s going on.

Stunned, Optimus has no words. He opens his dermas to say something, but his vocalizer is locked. Optics looking like it could burn a hole through you, he just gives a nod.

Giving him a grin as you point your AR at him. “You totally owe me a new semi.”

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#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #optimus prime #optimus x reader #i had to rewatch bayverse for this....#i wanted to rip my hair out the whole time in the movie #i ended up popping a kpin and waking up with scars i didnt have after it #never again. someone just give me the transcript #rambles

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bts-0t-7 · 1 year ago

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So What? | MYG | Chapter 2

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.1K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar

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Three days passed with the same and the schedule between the both of you remains the same. The black cat - you should really start to come out with a name for it - will only come out from the sofa when you feed it, never allowing you to pet it and only starting to eat when you turn away. But you started to get worried. Its fur was matted in blood and you were afraid that it had sustained severe injuries. You wanted to give it a bath to see how bad the injuries were but it was extremely on edge.

You sighed. Your work shift starts in over an hour and you still need to travel down. You left your room and prepared a big bowl of food and water, placing it at the edge of the sofa.

“I’m going to go work now, kitty. Don’t eat everything for lunch. Keep some for dinner. I’ll be back before midnight.” You waited to see or hear any response from it but, nothing. You didn’t know what to expect - honestly.

Your keys clanged against each other as you opened the gate and wore your shoes. “Bye, kitty!” You called out one last time as you hastily locked the gates.

08 33.

You were going to be so, so late. “Damn it.” You looked at your watch. “Never mind.”

You were going to be late, might as well be late. Right? You ran down the block and unlocked your car. Normally your car sits in the parking lot as you prefer the public transport. However, you can’t afford to be late today. There were important events held today and you need to supply them with the necessities before and during the events.

You drove as fast as the speed limit allows and managed to reach the shop just in time - spare a minute.

“Y/N! Good, you’re here.” Your boss exclaimed. “You put everything down first and help pack the cart.”

“With the boxes?” You pointed to the cardboard boxes that were strewn across the floor. He nodded. “Which ones?” You started opening every box to peek inside. “And this cart is for which event?”

Your boss helped you carry the correct boxes to wrap, saying, “This one is for the company event. I think it’s called Furman or something.”

You nodded. “I have no idea what that is.” The both of you burst out laughing. “Normal, eh?”

The both of you worked together in sync and the things were wrapped, packed, and ready to go.

“What time does the driver come?” You asked as you sat down on the nearest chair. It was only 10 00 and you were already tired.

Your boss looked up from his phone and said, “In five minutes. Peng just texted and said he will be reaching soon.” You nodded, getting up from the seats.

The whole day went by as usual - aching arms, spilling coffee and milk, carrying boxes, serving nasty customers, the list goes on. But today, you were more than happy to go home for a whole new reason. You packed up faster than usual and cleaned up like a speeding train, all to go home earlier to see your cat.

Well, he wasn’t exactly your cat to say.

What the hell do I call him?

Bringing your bag out of the storage room, you turned to ask your boss, “What is a nice name for a male cat but not generic?”

“That’s a rather random question?” He looked up from behind the cashier.

“Come on, please? I wanna go home already.” You whined. “I just need some ideas.”

He scratched his chin. “Did you get a cat?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm… Maybe Cookies? Or you can try… What is its fur colour?”

“Erm, black?” Your reply was as if it was a question.

“Blackie? Stormy? Burnt?” He shrugged.

“Hmm, alright thanks.” You scurried out of the shop. “Gotta go, bye!”

You ran for the car park at the back of the building where the store was located and quickly got in. Turning on the engine, you thanked the gods that the roads were fairly empty today, allowing you to reach home earlier than usual. You parked in the multi-story car park where it is sheltered and decided to head over to the nearest supermarket to get some food.

You headed over to the cat food section, picking out a bag of new kibbles and can food. Then, you gravitated over to the vegetables and meat, chicken, and beef. Maybe some seasoning and a tad bit too many crackers.

You paid for the groceries and headed up to your block, struggling to grab your keys as you reached your level. You opened your door and ran to the kitchen, putting everything down before rushing back to close the gates. You turned on the lights and started to pack everything into their respective places on the shelves.

Heading over to the bowls that you have left out for kitty, you spotted that there were only a few kibbles he didn’t finish. You tossed those out and gave them a good wash, placing them on the rack to dry overnight.

You turned off the lights and cautiously headed to your room, hoping that all the noise you made had not yet woken the sleeping cat under your sofa. But when you stepped into your room, oh, you were so wrong.

Kitty was indeed asleep but not under the sofa. It hissed at the sudden attack of light that you switched on, scurrying to your pillow’s snout first.

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t know you were there. I thought you were sleeping under the sofa.” You dimmed the lights and headed to the closet, walking over to your bathroom from the connection point there.

Yoongi could hear the water running down the shower room from where he was laying on your bed. He was just about to fall back asleep when you picked him up, making him hiss at the sudden contact. Trying to pry your hands away by lightly scratching you didn’t seem to phase you at all.

Where are you taking me? PUT ME DOWN! I SAID, PUT ME D -

“If you want to sleep in my bed, you are going to take a bath first.” You announced, bringing him to the bathtub which you have already filled up with water.

NO, NO, NO. I DON’T WANT TO BATHE! I WANT TO SLEEP!

You slowly placed him down into the water and he hissed, not wanting to be washed. He sloshed around in the water, attempting to get out but your grip on him was too tight.

“Come on, kitty. I’ll leave you alone later if you are willing to let me bathe you now.”

Fine.

So Yoongi floated there, let you wash him up, blow dry his fur, coo over how soft his fur now is, and check his injuries. When he had gotten enough attention, he jumped off the countertop of the basin and trotted back to the pillows with a meow. Letting you close enough was already pushing his instincts, he wanted to rest now and that was exactly what he was going to do.

Yoongi heard you sigh from the washroom and started to clean things up. He didn’t last too long with the warm pillows and your scent, lulling him into the darkness.

A few more weeks went by and the schedule essentially stayed the same. Nothing really changed.

Nothing really changed.

Food schedules may not have changed but your cat sure did. Kitty, you decided to call it, started to be more comfortable with you after that day you bathed him. His injuries didn’t seem too bad, just a few scratches here and there but have mostly healed over the past few days. You realised that it was indeed a he and that his fur - oh, it was the softest thing you have ever touched. It was even nicer than the fluffy rugs you have lying on the floor of your house.

Sometimes, you even wake up with him snuggled in between your arms.

What a character this cat has.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until a few days ago when you realised that your cat wasn’t eating as much as he used to. He ran fevers, occasionally spasming, and always whined for your attention every time you were near. Hell, you think that he probably vomited while you weren’t around too! You decided to take a leave today to see exactly what was wrong with your cat.

So the moment that you woke up, you prepared to leave for the veterinarian. Your cat, however, did not seem at all fond of the idea. It mewled and clung onto your sofa when you tried to bring it out of the house.

“Come on!” You struggled. “Come on, kitty, seriously! You have been sick for god knows how long and I’m not going to let you keep going like that!” You huffed. “Come…On! Let’s go already. The faster you finish, the faster we can come home.”

When you finally managed to get him out of the door, he meowed the whole way to the vet, almost ripping apart the towel that you had wrapped him in. You heaved a sigh of relief when you reached and got him into the clinic, heading right to the registration counter.

“Hello, what are you here for?”

“Erm, my cat has been having fevers and spasming recently. I would like to have him checked out.” You said, eyes darting around the place, seeing many different animals and feeling real… Out of place. You only fed the stray cats downstairs your blocks but never really had a pet by yourself.

“Have you seen any doctors or come before?”

You shook your head. “No, we haven’t.”

The receptionist nodded. “How long has this been going on?”

You tried to think back to the earlier times when you started to suspect that your cat was sick. “Erm, about a few - maybe around four - days ago?”

“Alright.” The receptionist typed something into her computer and took out a ticket. “You can head over to the seat and wait for your queue number. It will show up on the screen when it is being called.”

You thanked her and went to take a seat.

A3009, You read on the ticket.

“That’s still a long way from ours, kitty. It’s only A286 right now. Hang in there.” You told him as he started to gag after a while. You ran your hands down his back in an attempt to calm him down.

He started to shift around in your hold and you started to panic. “Erm,” You looked up, trying to ask for help just as he puked, vomit splattering off the floor and onto your shoes. People jumped back and pets got startled. The receptionists and nurses came out, trying to diffuse the commotion and clean the mess.

You stood there trying to calm your cat down to no avail. “Gods, I’m so sorry -”

“It’s fine.” A nurse said. “I think this is more serious than you may have thought. Go to room five and knock. The doctor there will let you in. The receptionist has already informed her that you would be going first.”

You nodded and rushed to the room on as steady feet as possible, hoping that your quick movements would not trigger him again.

ROOM 5: DR. PARK JI-HYUN

You knocked and went in, hastily greeting the doctor before explaining what was going on. “I really have no idea and I didn’t know how bad it was. I thought it would have gone away after a while.”

Dr Park conducted some tests and checked his lungs. As the results came back, the frown on his doctor’s brows was not making him feel any better. All the sources online stated that stray cats have a much stronger immune system to counter diseases than domestic cats do, so you decided to try for a few days.

“I think it isn’t quite the problem of what your cat has eaten or what disease it has contracted.” Dr Park said. She scribbled something on the papers and moved to the screens, calling somebody to arrange for some sort of transportation.

When she came back, she looked you dead in the eyes and frowned. Sighing, she said, “Goodness, how do I phrase this?” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Your cat isn’t a cat. It is a hybrid.”

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chimchiri · 1 year ago

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Poll Adventure: Rarijack Dinner

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Sunlight filters through the leaves as Applejack sits up from her place under the apple tree. Winona, who had her fluffy head resting on AJ’s chest, gives a thoughtful sniff as she gazes up at her owner, pushing up to sit on her hind legs.

AJ meets Winona’s curious gaze with a worried look of her own.

“What am I gonna do, girl?” she sighs, “Got myself wrapped up in all sorts’a trouble now.”

Winona turns her head to survey the expanse of apple trees surrounding them before giving AJ a side-eyed glance and a withered sneeze, as if that should solve every problem she’s got.

AJ smiles wearily and scratches behind the dog’s ears, patting her soft head before tugging again on a fluffy ear, lost in thought.

Asking family is out of the question at this point. Everybody’s got chores, and talking to them would only mean more work for her or Big Mac. Lord knows what kinda fuss they’d make about it if she tells them too soon. After her chores, she needs to do as much as she can to make tomorrow easier, and finish gathering her thoughts on the date, as well as getting anything she needs for it. Tomorrow she’ll have to finish up whatever work she started, get ready for the date, and leave. She’ll tell family later, but right now she can’t deal with that extra stress.

One of her friends would be better for today. Maybe she’ll ask for help and won’t even need to say Rarity’s name…she can only hope. The absolute riot that would result would be too much to handle. And besides, she wants to keep it quiet in case things don’t work out.

There are two questions lingering in her mind.

She’s lost on what to wear. With all the time she’s spent around Rarity, one would think she’d know exactly what to wear to impress her. But honestly, she thinks about the complexities of fashion about as much as she thinks about men—which is to say, hardly at all. If she didn’t have Rarity’s voice in the back of her mind gasping about formalwear and Manehattan social status, she’d wear the nicest pieces in her closet and call it a day. Ultimately, she knows Rarity will appreciate any effort she makes for their date, but AJ wants to impress her.

Then there’s the gift. The Element of Generosity deserves something meaningful and special, and AJ knows she’ll appreciate it.

That should be all…but maybe she could ask her friends for general advice as well. After all, AJ’s never felt more serious about a date in her life.

Each of her friends have their strengths and weaknesses, and all have the ability to offer advice. But which one should she ask?

Naturally, Rainbow Dash is the first to come to mind. They’ve always had each other’s backs, always pushed one another to be better at everything, striving to be the best. Bickering and teasing is their love language, no matter how relentless. But. With all that spunk and chaos in such a tiny figure, AJ’s pretty sure Rainbow would explode if she had to keep AJ’s date a secret. She also wouldn’t dare miss an opportunity to tease AJ about finally getting over herself to make a move with Rarity. But underneath her mischievous demeanor, she cares for AJ a whole heap; she’d help out however she can. AJ just isn’t sure what Rainbow’s advice for a romantic date would look like. It could easily be an hour of intermittent hysterical laughter, followed by the most unhelpful string of words she’s ever heard. “Just like, be yourself, dude. Roll with the punches. Seriously.” Or it could be wildly profound, incredibly insightful information—Rainbow’s personality is harlequin, unpredictable at times.

Fluttershy, however, is the complete opposite. Timid and quiet, sure, but she’s got the natural elegance and poise that could be helpful in this situation. As a friend, she’s a good listener and would take AJ’s worries to heart. Even if she found out AJ’s date is with Rarity, she would definitely keep the secret (maybe a few animals would hear the news, but that wouldn’t bother AJ). If AJ remembers right, Fluttershy has a bit of fashion experience…that could help a lot. However, she worries that the visit might take longer than it should—Fluttershy isn’t known to be decisive, and AJ definitely needs some cold hard advice.

Then there’s Twilight. AJ has never actually heard Twi talk about anything romantic, so she’s clueless if she has experience. But—Twi has an analytical predisposition to any situation, and could give AJ exactly the kind of information she needs. She would without a doubt take AJ’s questions seriously. With all that knowledge swarming her head, she’d likely go so far as to calculate all the pros and cons about every possible scenario and decision, and recommend what would fit best, accounting for factors like windchill and commute time while she’s at it. Spreadsheet, chalkboard, slide presentation, the whole shebang. And, like herself, Twilight appreciates tradition and routine, and probably knows what AJ would like as well. The only thing AJ worries about is Twilight focusing too much on little details and ending up not helping her at all, leaving her back at square one after taking the long way…

Finally, AJ considers Pinkie. Admittedly, she’s…not AJ’s first choice. “Silly” is her middle name, along with “goofy” and “rambunctious.” It’s not always easy to drag Pinkie down from the cotton candy castle she mentally resides in. Her whimsy is endearing and can always pull AJ out of a sour mood, but is that something she has time for right now? Surprise confetti from the Party Cannon is not the vibe she wants to bring to this date. But maybe AJ isn’t giving Pinks enough credit. From what she knows of her and her sister Maud, they prioritize each other to the fullest extent, and there’s nothing ridiculous about a friendship between sisters. Pinkie has an entire basement full of data on what each of her friends and family and neighbors likes, just so she can make them smile on their special day. Maybe a lighter mood won’t hurt, since she’s been such a worrywart lately about everything. But besides brightening her day, could Pinkie give sound advice about what to wear and how to impress Rarity.

AJ can’t decide, but she’ll have to.

Maybe she should start walking to town and talk to whoever she runs into first.

Maybe she needs to listen to her gut. It hasn’t failed her yet.

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#polls #poll adventure: rarijack dinner #rarijack #applejack #mlp #my art #rainbow dash #fluttershy #twilight sparkle #pinkie pie #another short one with a probably obvious poll :)#But I'm curious who people will choose

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malt-rants-and-stuff · 7 days ago

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@sunnfish okay Take Two!!! hello sunny sunnfish you wonderful sea creature! I was your secret santa for the @ssmygiftexchange! so sorry for the delay on this, my scheduled post was taken by the tumblr void and I wasn't home with my laptop to remake this post haha.

Your prompt was shirashiro college roommates au and prev pres, hanzawa, and tashiro hang out!! hope i was able to do this justice, this is officially the longest oneshot ive posted :)

Now with an Ao3 version, i would recommend reading there because Tumblr messed up some of my formatting and I can't fix it right now ^_^

Summary:

Tashiro and Shirahama are college roommates. It's a relatively peaceful life.

A non-linear story written for the sasamiya & hirakagi winter gift exchange!

As it turns out, moving in with a guy that you’ve known for almost half your life is pretty unremarkable.

Maybe it has something to do with being too familiar with each other. There have been too many sleepovers for the sound of snores to phase him, too many gym classes for the sight of skin to fluster him, too much time for anything to feel awkward between them. And yet…

And yet.

Packing your whole life into boxes is pretty hard, as it turns out. Looking around his room now it seems hard to imagine how it’ll feel to see the whole place emptied out. Cleared of every reminder of himself.

Tashiro tries not to think about it so hard as he turns back towards the closet. He’s never felt the need to go through everything he had stuffed in there until now, remnants of the past mixing with comforts of the present.

He reaches out to grab one of the hangers, pulling it free. His ping-pong jacket, he thinks despairingly, is slowly becoming small on him. His name spelled across the back in white lettering brings him back to when he first noticed. The growth spurts he’s been having refuse to slow even for a moment, and though he likes that some days, it mainly makes him face annoying things like this.

If he leaves the jacket, it will probably be packed up and put away somewhere to be forgotten. He can picture it now, sitting in a box stuffed away as it slowly fades from his memory. It makes him feel sort of heavy. But, if he takes it with him, he’s not sure it would be much better in the long run. Just holding it in his hands reminds him of how much time has passed. Of how fast it will keep passing.

He stands there, gears turning haphazardly in his mind, as he tries to breathe it all in.

Then, a knock.

His eyes dart to his doorway in surprise– knowing none of his family was home right now– only to remember that he’d invited the others to help him out.

Shirahama stands in front of him, knuckles resting against the already ajar door. His slightly bored face and tellingly awkward posture show that he hadn’t expected to be the first to arrive.

“Is your doorbell broken?” He asks as his socked feet pad their way into the room. “I tried using it, for once, but from that look I guess you didn’t hear.”

Tashiro finds himself a little amused by this, as he knows for a fact Shirahama has his own key. Perks of coming over to play games most weekends out of the year. He remembers them making jokes about going into each other's fridges while no one was home when they traded keys.

“Nah, guess I was just distracted,” He says with a casual shrug, placing the jacket back in the closet.

Shirahama gives him a questioning look. “I thought you were moving out, not back in.” His friend jokes as he passes Tashiro, grabbing a couple of shirts from the closet alongside the jacket.

He feels his eyebrow twitch in a way that reminds him a little of Hanzawa; and what a scary thought that is.

“I’m feeling indecisive.” He says, his mouth twisting to match how the word makes him feel. All twisted up and confused.

Shirahama turns to the side to face him, having stacked more clothes into his arms that look to be on the verge of falling to the floor. “About what? If you should take your whole house with you?”

That jacket. If I should re-dye my hair. Growing up. You. The future.

“What if we paint all the walls yellow?” He says instead of the hundreds of things his racing mind pushes forward.

“Yeah, that’s not happening.” Shirahama responds resolutely, his eyes showing no room for argument. Not that Tashiro will let that stop him.

“Or maybe green? Something bright.” He continues on, stepping away from his thoughts to grab the jacket out of the teetering pile and place it to the side. “Actually, scratch that, blue would be great too.”

Shirahama gives him a withering look that has no effect on his enthusiasm. Now that he’s thinking about it, the fact that he isn’t going to make these kinds of decisions on his own anymore is pretty fun. He’ll have a roommate, a friend to work through his troubles with. The thought makes him feel lighter.

“Hey, d’you still want this?” Shirahama asks some time later, long after Kuresawa and Miyano have come and gone. Tashiro looks up from the stack of boxes he’d just finished labeling.

“Oh, yeah I almost forgot!” He says as he takes his jacket, tying it around his waist for safekeeping. He really hopes he didn’t overestimate how much closet space he has.

It’s only a few hours after the final box has been unloaded and the moving van is hauled off when Tashiro makes a chilling discovery.

“Dude, we have no food.” He says, eyes staring at the bleak emptiness of their new fridge.

“Yup,” Shirahama responds as he walks up beside him, handing Tashiro a scrunchie in a sort of placating manner.

Tashiro’s shoulders droop with the weight of his exhaustion. Moving was one of the most tiring things he’s ever done, and coming from him that’s saying something.

Turning away from the depressing artificial fridge lighting, Tashiro turns toward the kitchen counter behind him and grabs his keys. As wrecked as he might feel, the growls of his stomach refuse to be ignored. “I’ll go buy something quick,” He says.

“Ah- wait, I have an idea,” Shirahama says suddenly. Back straightening, he moves away from the fridge of doom over to a bag of housewarming gifts the others had left. It was mostly a small array of gag gifts, little plant pots shaped like ping pong balls and a lampshade shaped like a pudding cup, but in a small container alongside the rest was something else. A saving grace for the hungry:

A tub of butter.

Tashiro looks at it in confusion, asking if his friend was really that hungry.

Shirahama smirks, “With food, no container is ever as it seems.”

He opens the tub’s lid, revealing its contents. Inside is not butter, but a large frozen serving of chicken soup. Tashiro feels his jaw drop as he gasps in disbelief.

Quickly shaking himself of his shock, Tashiro grins brightly. He takes the soup and stuffs it into the microwave, but Shirahama stops him from starting the timer.

“Y’know it would taste better if you put it in a pot instead.” Shirahama says, his hand gently clasped around Tashiro’s wrist in a way that he chooses not to internalize. His fingers are a little cold.

“But it’s already cooked.”

“So? You can still warm it up in the pot. Plus it’ll make it taste closer to how it’s supposed to.” Shirahama retorts, opening the microwave and placing the tub on the counter as he goes to try and find a pot in the sea of boxes.

Tashiro stays behind as he thinks. He hadn’t ever had a reason to go so far out of his way to warm up food before. He feels himself smile a bit, the first change he’ll have to get used to in this new life.

As it turns out, keeping a relatively small apartment clean is a little difficult when you’re living on your own as two messy 18 year olds.

They tried the whole chore chart thing at first, Shirahama said he used to have one at his parent’s house and it worked fine. But, well, it’s a little different when it’s just them.

The dishes are stood in a precarious stack, plates and glasses towering in ways gravity should never allow. Tashiro faces his task with a body radiating reluctance.

He’s been busy the entire week. Classes and work keep him out of the house, and even when he is home he prefers to spend time relaxing or hanging out with Shirahama. He had forgotten about his chore, and now it’s become a problem.

Carefully reaching towards the tower, he grabs the cups first and goes for the sponge right as Shirahama walks out from his room.

He has his hair held back by a headband, because my bangs are a nightmare right now, he’d explained the other day.

He walks towards the kitchen and looks at Tashiro, who has begun to work through the dishes.

“…Need any help?” He asks as he reaches toward the kitchen cabinet, pulling out the chips he’d come for.

“Oh, no I’m good,” Tashiro responds, though the overwhelmed look in his eyes doesn’t match his words.

Hm. Shirahama puts his chips down on the counter, turning towards the sink and stepping up beside his friend. “I’ll dry and you wash, okay?” He says with a smile.

Tashiro blinks at him for a moment, lips parted in an ‘o’, before he nods and sends back a smile of his own.

They make it through everything eventually, though not without some effort and accidental water sprays. They decide afterwards to just do the dishes together, just to save them time.

There's this strange sensation that comes for him one day. The apartment is dark, the steady hum of the aircon welcoming him home, and immediately something feels amiss.

Tashiro kicks off his shoes, only to turn back around and place them carefully on the shoe rack. He always forgets that it’s something he should worry about now. Keeping his home in order was never really a big deal before, it was usually only him spending time there anyways.

Passing through the short hallway, his eyes catch on a small black and red container. He looks around suspiciously, but finds no sign of Shirahama. Crossing the creaky floorboards, he inspects the tupperware and finds a green sticky note pressed onto the lid.

Went to a mixer.

Put this in a pot and try eating real food for once

Tashiro blinks away his shock. His eyes trace over the words on the note. Again, then again.

Thump

His hands warm the plastic as he goes to hold it, and a smile breaks out across his face. He’ll have to say thanks later.

Placing his food back onto the counter, he turns to go change. He feels anticipation swirl around inside of him, and even without tasting the soup, Tashiro feels warm.

Tashiro finds out in the second month of living with his best friend that they’re maybe not the best at making their place livable.

“How have you guys been living like this?” Miyano asks, part judging and part concerned. They’re standing in the living room, which consists of a couch, a tv, and a shelf balanced on two boxes that they use as a coffee table. The tv sits on the floor with a console, video game cases stacked beside it.

It’s not like they haven’t talked about decorating. They joked about it before moving, and made plans about what they wanted to do. The plans just… didn’t end up happening.

At some point between the exhausting move-in and the rush of classes starting up, decorating didn’t feel like that urgent of a thing.

But now classes have been in session for a while, and they still haven’t bothered with it.

The click of Kuresawa’s camera bounces off the empty walls. “A total bachelor pad,” he says, sounding just to the left of impressed. “My girlfriend was wondering what it looks like when two college guys live together.”

Tashiro groans at that, knowing that another classing girlfriend ramble is on its way.

“We live just fine,” Shirahama says, and as if on cue the boxes fold into themselves, sending the shelf clattering to the floor. Right.

They decide to go furniture shopping, just to make sure that they don’t have to deal with any more Looks from Miyano or paparazzi from Kuresawa.

Tashiro suppresses a laugh, pointing towards a table with odd looking fish for legs, “We need that.” Shirahama laughs along with him, but shakes his head.

“We have a budget, we’re only getting what we absolutely need.” He reminds Tashiro. His eyes turn towards a yellow and white coffee table that is practically calling for him. He turns away.

Tashiro salutes him, and doesn’t retaliate when Shirahama gives him a playful shove in response. He turns around and walks towards a different part of the store, twisting strands of his hair between his fingers as he goes. He really needs to touch up his roots.

Spotting something on a shelf, he picks it up. It’s a decorative statue, a silver painted hare taking a nap. He smirks and turns around, walking back to Shirahama. “Hey, look, I found you…” he starts to say before trailing off, eyes focusing on Shirahama’s side profile.

His eyes look focused in the way they always do when he’s overthinking something simple. His brows are pinched and his thumb is pressed flat on the side of his lip. Tashiro breathes in the expression, and decides he can show him later.

Laughter reverberates through the restaurant, one table in particular shining with rays of excitement and teasing.

“No, but seriously, how many more piercings can you get?” Tashiro questions dramatically, standing from his seat to stretch across the table and investigate. Hanzawa only laughs behind his hands and turns his head, showing off another new hole in his ear.

“If you ask that every time you’ll keep giving yourself a headache,” says the eldest one at the table, the previous ping pong president in all his red haired glory smirks mischievously and pats Tashiro’s back.

Crossing his arms and dropping back into his seat, Tashiro tries to keep up an air of frustration. It lasts about a second before he breaks out into a smile of his own.

These little meet-ups are a lot of fun for him. It’s not every day that all three of them are in one place. Especially not with their current schedules. It’s a nice break from the busy life he’s been settling into.

He feels his heart warm as he sits with his friends, ready to bring up his latest win in his college ping pong club, when his phone vibrates. Flipping it over, he sees that Shirahama texted him.

Divorce Soon: hey r you home

I left my jacket and this place is freezing

He pauses to consider. He’s not very far from the apartment, he could run there, grab it, and drop it off pretty quickly. But… he glances up from his phone to the two in front of him. He doesn’t want to leave yet. But… looking back at his phone he sees the spam of crying emoji’s Shirahama has begun sending.

“Hey guys, sorry but my roommate needs me to get him something,” he says with an awkward expression. The conversation pauses as the two process what he said. “Oh sure, you need a ride?” His absolutely genius red haired friend offers, pulling his keys out as he says it.

“Yes!” Tashiro replies as his expression lights up. He tells Shirahama he’s on the way, and they head out towards the parking lot.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Tashiro fiddles with the edge of his shirt. He tries not to move too much, looking back and forth from his hands to Shirahama. His friend has that same look in his eyes that he did back in middle school art class. Focused, determined, trying and failing to keep paint off of his face. Only this time the paint is a bright yellow dye.

They’ve been like this for a while. He hums along to the music playing from his phone. His butt feels a little numb and he has counted and recounted the tiny floor tiles at least a million times, all 173- no, 175 of them. He tries to focus his attention on anything but the gloved hands in his hair.

He carefully reaches over for his phone, switching the playlist to a random one he saw in his recommendations.

It’s not as if he couldn’t survive in silence for a little while. He usually doesn’t have anyone else to do this for him, so silence is kind of a given.

But as he taps the beat into his leg and opens his mouth, no words come out. He lets the silence linger even as Shirahama begins humming the words to a song he remembers coming out in their first year. He thinks about laying on the floor of his bedroom, phone conversations bouncing off his poster-lined walls and music blasting.

He remembers the telltale clicks and clacks from the other end of the call, the curses against ridiculous route mechanics spilling into his ears.

Tashiro feels like this is sort of like those moments, just a little bit more. His legs are longer, his hair can go into a ponytail now, and his world feels so much bigger. His eyes turn towards the boy-technically-man in front of him. His eyes look sharper and his face is more angular.

But, in a lot of ways he feels the same as he always has. The same Shirahama who cried during their graduation, and sat next to him on their first day of middle school. The same Shirahama who bullies him for counting on his fingers, but forgets what comes after 3 when he’s drunk enough.

The same yet different Shirahama. They match in that way, at least. Both the same, but not fully.

“I… think I’m done?” Shirahama says, breaking their steady silence. Tashiro stands to go look in the mirror. He giggles at the sight of his foil-wrapped hair sticking out at odd angles.

Shirahama laughs along with him, and it really isn’t that funny, but they still stand there giggling like idiots. Tashiro pulls at the corner of his shirt again, turning around and raising it up to Shirahama’s face and wiping away some of the dye.

He drops his shirt and turns back to the mirror, looking at the two of them in the reflection. He watches the way Shirahama’s face stays frozen, and how his whole face flushes like it always has. It’s nice to see some things will never change.

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petalsscribbles · 4 months ago

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22. until the end of time (final)

Yn waits at the meeting place, a nice spot in the park under falling petals of sakuras. Perhaps the dreamy, romantic atmosphere can somehow enchant Sunghoon into giving Yn a chance.

He put an effort and thought into his look to sway the odds in his favour. While he's almost sure his favourite reading spot will turn to a place of heartbreak, a reminder of a failed first love, he decided to not give up right away, so he foolishly granted himself a sliver of hope to cling to.

He sits anxiously on the bench, fidgeting with the small gift in his hands and going over his admitedly sappy speech. Perhaps he should've written it down. Or maybe even ask some kind of AI to write it for him. He's not here yet, maybe Yn can cancel last minute and ask to reschedule so he can prepa-

"Yn!"

Nevermind.

Sunghoon strides towards a petrified Yn, turned to stone by how needlessly handsome Sunghoon looks as if he just looked into the eyes of a medusa.

"Did you wait long?" He asks, sitting down too close for Yn's sanity's comfort.

"No. You're right on time."

"So, what are we doing? You were pretty cryptic about it." He states. he isn't wrong. Yn did ask him to meet at the most random time seemingly for no reason at all. Yn is sure Sunghoon is smart enough to know a surprise is coming.

Well, surprise is one way to put it. Yn would describe it more like a slap that came out of nowhere. Or maybe even an guerilla style ambush, depending on how appaled Sunghoon will be in a minute or two.

"There's something I need to tell you." He says, getting up and picks a place in front of Sunghoon to stand on. He hands him the gift he prepared - small red box. Sunghoon opens it with warm yet slightly confused smile. There's a simple silver pendant inside, in the shape of the sickle moon.

"Yn, what is this?"

"I bought it because I noticed the Moon was always at this stage when some important things happened between us. The night I had a nightmare and you came to me, the night you kissed me, when I became your blood servant and..." He trails off and takes a deep breath to take the final leap.

"And?"

"And when I realized I have feelings for you."

"Y-you what?" Sunghoon asks and stands up so abruptly Yn takes a step back in surprise.

"I like you." He repeats, looking down on his feet. "I'm sorry."

Yn can't lie, he's a little mad that he wasted all the time coming up with a perfect confession for nothing, but at least the truth is out.

It hangs in the air between them, a big question mark burning right below it. Will Sunghoon accept his clumsy confession, or will he let him down?

Turns out neither option came true, because instead of talking Sunghoon invades Yn's space with one long stride. With his finger curled under Yn's chin, he makes him meet his eyes and connects their lips moments after.

It's very different from their first kiss but not quite. It's all feelings and no passion, no lust or need but Yn feels butterflies in his stomach all the same.

Either way, it's the best answer Yn could hope for.

Much to Sunghoon's dismay, Yn pulls away the moment he hears someone approaching.

"I'm gonna go ahead and assume you like me too."

"God, you have no idea how much." He says, still sounding as if he can't believe the situation.

"I guess now we belong to each other completely."

A/n: another smau successfully and happily behind us. Thank you once again for all the love and support you've given Bitter Blood and I'll see you soon with lovesick Matthew in Intertwined <3

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baby-stay92 · 6 months ago

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Love At First Sight - Part 5 (FINAL)

Pairing: Idol!Han x Fem!Reader

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Warnings: mention of anxiety, pregnancy, alcohol, let me know if I missed something.

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It had been almost a year since he had spotted her amongst the crowd and she had turned his entire life upside down. These many months they’d had together had been bliss with how she would help him with lyrics, dance moves and most of all, she never judged or got mad when he received flirtatious words and looks from the fans. She understood that he only flirts back for the image that he has to uphold. She respected when he was busy with either practice, recording or performances. Shortly put, she was nothing short of perfect. When thinking of her, Han could easily imagine the rest of his life, having her by his side. Hell he had imagined that many times and that is why he now found himself in a jewellery store, looking for the perfect ring. He debates between two for a good while, wanting to make sure that he picked the perfect ring to bejewel your hand forever. After careful deliberation he finally decides on a beautiful rose gold ring with a big oval moss agate in the middle, with small vines around it on which smaller matching stones rested. He paid and soon left the store with the ring box safely tucked away in his pocket. Now he “just” needed to plan the perfect evening for this big event, but he also wanted something intimate, and kinda private. Han walked back to the dorms where he hid the ring in his nightstand before joining the guys for their weekly meeting about how things are going and what’s to happen during the week to come.

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Another couple of months pass, in which Han works hard on planning the perfect way to go about asking you the big question. He had asked all the boys for help and they had happily done everything they could to make this as memorable as possible and tonight was the big night. Han had invited you out for dinner at your favourite restaurant, where he had asked the staff to make sure there were candles and live music playing softly in the background.

On the big evening, he picked you up at your place, where he was blown back by the beautiful knee length soft green dress you were wearing. It was strapless and around your neck hung a beautiful, yet simple, necklace with a moss agate glittering. He had never seen that necklace before, so it must be faith that it matched the ring so perfectly. You had on your favourite black pumps that he once had complimented, as they perfectly prolonged your legs and really showed off your stunning legs. He had kissed you softly before complimenting your dress, to which you repaid the favour by complimenting his simple white dress shirt that he had on under a dark green blazer and to finish it off, of nice fitting black jeans. Once in the car, he drove to the restaurant that he had handpicked for the occasion, with help from the ever so romantic Hyunjin. Apparently Hyunjin had had many amazing meals (and dates) at this particular place. Hyunjin had however warned him about the steep prices, but Han couldn’t care less, not when it came to this - not when it came to you. He would spend every last cent he ever made, if it meant you’d be happy. Hell he would lasso the moon to give it to you, if you asked.

Once at the restaurant, he led you inside and the hostess quickly greeted you and showed you to the only table in the entire place, which was placed dead centre of the room. After a bit of pushing, Han finally admitted that he had paid a hefty price to have the places to himself for the evening. Admitting this earned him a slap to his arm from you, only causing him to chuckle as he sat down. You both quickly ordered and soon fell into your usual smalltalk.

“This is so sweet of you, babe” You smiled at him from across the table as you both ate your meals.

“I’m glad you like it, love” Han smiled at you, trying to manage his anxiety that kept pulling at him. You ate whilst making smalltalk and afterwards you decided on getting desserts, which easily was both of your favourite part of the meal. He loved listening to you talk about… well anything really. When it comes to you, even a three hour long monologue on something stupid like snails or grass would probably be amazing, just because it would be you talking. After finishing desserts, He navigated you outside and to his car, which he helped you get in before joining you and driving off. He drives down town to this gorgeous small park, which he has made sure was empty and lit with torches along the path leading to the centre of the park, where the boys had been decorating and setting up hidden cameras whilst you’d been eating. Once he had received a message from Chan that everything was good to go, he had escorted you out of the restaurant. Once he has parked at the park, he gets out of the car and quickly walks around to your side, to open the door for you and to help you out. He takes you on a bit of a stroll around the park to enjoy the flowers that’s growing everywhere on both sides of the tiled path.

“This park is so pretty.” You smile and take his hand, still walking.

“Not as pretty as you, love.” Han smiled back at you and intertwined his fingers with yours. You giggle and blush at his compliment, feeling butterflies appear in your stomach. Han makes a turn and you follow him, staying by his side.

“Where did all these torches come from?” You ask and look at them as they lead the path ahead. At the end of the path you think you see something, but you can’t quite make it out yet.

“I had the guys set them up.” Han smiles as he keeps walking with you. You giggle and as you get closer to the end of the path you realise that the thing you noticed before was a big sakura decorated archway, which was lit up but fairy lights hanging amongst the sakuras. You smile widely as Han stops walking not far from the archway.

“You like it?” He asked and turned to face you.

“I love it, Sungie, it’s beautiful!” You smile, still not facing him, causing you to not notice it when he pulls the ring box from his chest pocket before dropping to one knee. He took a deep breath before speaking.

“L/N Y/N,” He says, making you turn to him with a gasp, “I’ve loved you for over a year and I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re the last thing I think of when I fall asleep and you’re the first thing I think of as I wake up everyday. My life without you was so incredibly dull and I never even knew it, until I met you. Meeting you turned on the light of the world and I hope you’ll do me the delightful honour of marrying me and thereby making me the happiest man alive.” Han speaks every word with precision, just as he has practised and at the end he opens the ring box, holding out in front of him, to offer it to you.

“Jisung….” You whisper, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, you’ve never felt this loved, surprised and lucky all at the same time. You couldn’t find the words to accept his proposal, without the tears falling as you continued through the tears: “I’d be honoured to call you my husband.” You say, your voice breaking a bit. Han stands back up and pulls the ring from the box, to place it on your right ring finger, before kissing the back of your hand softly. You can’t help yourself as you pull him closer and kiss him softly on the lips. You pull away as you hear loud explosions in the sky, making the both of you look up at the beautiful fireworks that’s cascading across the night sky.

“You did this?” You asked him, smiling at the sight.

“N-no…” Han said confused but still with a smile on his face.

“No, that is our surprise,” Chan says from behind the two of you. The guys were all standing in a row behind you, smiling and Felix was even crying as Minho had an arm around him.

“I hope you like it” Chan added and smiled at you.

“I love it, thank you” You say and hug him, before moving on to hug each of the guys, Han doing the same. The guys all say their congratulations and you thank them all. Hyunjin steps away from the group and pulls out his camera, starting to take pictures of you showing off the ring, making all the guys group hug you and Han.

“I better get a copy of those pictures, Hyunnie” You smile at him as he lives his best photographer life, making the guys laugh.

“Oh I promise to send them to you, along with the video footage.” Hyunnie, assures you.

“V-video footage?” You ask and look at Han, a confused look on your face.

“Yeah, I had the guys hide cameras in the bushes, to capture the moment forever.” Han explains and you kiss him lovingly.

“I, however, went a step further.” Chan smiles and goes on; “When you guys walked up the path, I flew a drone over your head and it captured the whole thing from above.” Chan smiles and you giggle, as Han chuckles next to you.

“Only you would think of that, Hyung.” Han laughed and hugged Channie again, saying his thanks.

“So you guys were all a part of this magical evening?” You ask and blush, looking at the guys, with a loving smile.

“Yup, we’ve all been planning for weeks.” I.N. explains and smiles widely. You all start talking in smaller groups until you notice Seungmin running off. He soon returns with a basket in his hand, which he places on the ground next to him, before he begins to pull out glasses. He hands everyone a glass before revealing a bottle of champagne, which he starts to pour, but when he gets to you, you cover your glass.

“Not for me, I can’t” You blush and all the guys look confused at you.

“Why not?” Han asked confusedly and looked at you.

“No way!” Changbin gasps, clearly realising what is going on, “You’re pregnant?!” he adds loudly and you nod, a huge smile on your lips.

“I sure am - I got the confirmation from my doctor yesterday” You explain and turn to face Han, who was sporting the biggest smile you’d ever seen.

“Surprise!” You smile and he hugs you tight and places a kiss on your forehead, which quickly makes Hyunnie take more pictures.

“I’m going to be a dad?” Han asked, tears forming in his eyes as you nod softly.

“Please say those are happy tears.” You giggle and now it’s his turn to nod.

“Well then,” Chan says, living up to his role as the leader, “Congrats to the happy couple on not only getting engaged but also on welcoming their first little baby” He says, proudly and raises his glass, causing the boys to follow, and you even raise your empty glass, just to join in.

“Thank you Channie.” You smile and kiss his cheek, “This truly means the world to me.” You smile at your chosen family. You knew that the men standing around you would be the perfect family to your coming baby, and you had never felt any luckier, nor more loved than you did in this very moment. Your life was perfect, and nothing could ever ruin it - you simply wouldn’t let it get ruined.

THE END

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namjoonscoffeeshop · 10 months ago

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Deep | 02

✧ Pairing:Min Yoongi x reader

✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract

✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content

✧ synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees.

✧ word count: 8.4k+

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Yoongi followed behind you as he pushed the cart down the aisle. you guys tend to eat together, so you don't waste a lot of money on groceries.

as you pass the aisle with his favorite's snacks you see him toss about three bags of them, he gives you a sheepish smile as he pushes the cart ahead of you before you could say anything to him.

"do you really wanna cook? we could order food. i'll pay my treat" he smiles

"well what do you wanna get" you ask as you grab a carton of milk and put it into the cart. he watches you as you look like a busy bee walking around getting everything you needed.

so wifey material

he chuckles at his thoughts, "lets get a box of chicken wings. it's good here" he points at the little side stand of chicken, you nod and head over to add a order.

once you arrive home, he's helping bring in the grocery as you fix it in the refrigerator. "what movie are we watching" he yells from the living room as he shuts the door.

"i don't know, you pick" he groans, he hated when you did that. made him choose everything.

"fine but don't complain later" you giggle

after putting everything away you bring the food you guys got to eat right now to the living room. yoongi was already sitting on the floor going through netflix waiting for you

"what do you want to drink?" you ask as you place the box of chicken down "beer" he says giving you his gummy smile

rolling your eyes playfully you go back to the kitchen to get what he wanted.

"you don't like beer, but you're drinking it a lot lately" you tell him as you take a seat next to him on the floor. he just shrugs, as he opens the can "i just feel like drinking it these days"

"what are we watching?" you ask

"inception"

you groan "againnnn" you whine

"hey you told me to pick, i told you not to complain. it's either inception or matrix" he whines back at you

"same difference, i'd rather watch inception. you start questioning me about what fucking pill i'd drink"

"well you never answer!"

you shush him before he could start with his questions "just press play" you wave your hand as if calling defeat and he just shakes his head as he laughs.

you had brought some blankets on the sofa, so after you were done eating you climbed onto the sofa and covered yourself. yoongi was into the movie as always, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

you lay on your tummy, yoongi's head is leaned against the sofa as he watches the movie. you take this chance to play with his hair. he didn't really like when people touched his hair, but when he's really into something he could care less about what's going on.

your fingers curl up on the long strands of hair that fall on his neck, taking it as a chance to snake your hands around him. letting them hang over his chest

you were screaming inside, waiting to see how he was going to react.

tilting his head back he looks at you "what's with you" he chuckles, he didn't mind you touching him, but you never did before at least not like this.

"i'm bored" you tell him as you hug him burying your face in his nape. "well this is uncomfortable" he gets up.

his words leave you shocked. did he hate you touching him that bad, did you cross a line you shouldn't have? you blanked out as all these questions passed through your head you didn't notice when he laid on the longer side of the sofa "well come here" he laughs at your blank expression

"but you said it was.....uncomfortable" you mutter the last part

"yeah it was gonna be uncomfortable if i just sat on the floor, now come here" getting up, he opens his arms as you basically lay over him. he covers the both of you with a blanket and he holds you. he overlaps your legs so you don't fall off the sofa, "go to sleep, you're the one that wanted to hang out and now you say it's boring" he shakes his head

you hug his waist, as he watches tv. you felt like it wasn't getting anywhere, this was how you both always act. there was no spark. looking up at him, you watch him as he stares at the screen

it took him a while before he looks at you, faces inches away from each other. "what" he says

"nothing" you make sure to not be a coward and keep eye contact just as he does.

"why do i feel like you got something to say"

"maybe i do"

"yeah? what is it then" you look at his lips as they move, he notices how your body language is different than usual.

"inception sucks" he scoffs playfully, threatening to push you off the sofa.

chicken

maybe you shouldn't have eaten chicken...then you could've kissed him right now...

yeah lets blame the chicken.

you ended up falling asleep in his arms, he watched inception till the end and the turned off the tv. seeing how you were deep asleep he just laid there looking at the ceiling as he heard your little snores.

a small ring from his phone made him look at his phone, there were a shit load of messages from her.

tossing his phone to the side he pulls the blanket to cover you a bit more before shutting his eyes and dozing off himself.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

you woke up on the same position as before, but you could only hear yoongi's small snores as you laid on his chest. you lean on the couch trying to get up, only to have his grip around your waist tighten "don't you see i'm sleeping" he groans

"but i wanna get up" you feel your face heat up as he stares at you half awake "why? Just sleep" he gives you a small squeeze before opening his eyes completely "did you watch the whole movie?"

"you mean the movie we were suppose to watch together but you fell asleep instead, yeah I did" he chuckles. chin against his chest as you look up at him, he covers you with the blanket "what's on your mind" he says

gathering all your courage, "what type of girl is your ideal type" you stare into his eyes, with determination to find out

"uh, that's random" he chuckles "why do you want to know?"

"just because..."

"right..." he raises a brow as he grins

"come on, just tell me"

he looked into your eyes for a while as if searching for the reason behind these questions, giving up he sighs. "let me think" he stares at you as he hums "i don't really have an ideal type, just someone who is similar to me" he shrugs

i'm nothing like him..

"black long hair" he says suddenly as he grabs a strand of your hair "right now i'm really into long black hair" he twirls his finger around your strand of hair.

you were about to smile until the girl from the party came to mind, she has long hair too. the thought made you frown as you sat up "what?" he sits up as well.

"nothing" you smile "it's late, we should clean up and go to sleep"

"don't worry about it, let's just go to sleep" standing up from the couch he reaches out his hand to you, you knew what he wanted. more like what he was gonna say, he was gonna tell you to stay with him since it was late.

but what he didn't know was that you were pissed for his response, why couldn't the bitch change her hair color just like she cakes her face.

but you weren't gonna miss the chance of staying with yoongi. taking his hand you both walk to his bedroom, where you both lay on each side and fall asleep.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"how did the date go?"

"it went good" your friend grins, causing all the other girls to squeal like high school girls. your sitting in the cafeteria in your campus with your group of friends, they are all dating unlike you. you always seem to be the one left out when it comes to these conversations.

"y/n, my boyfriend actually told me his friend was having a mixer and I told him about you. do you want to go?"

"i don't know" you laugh awkwardly

"don't tell me you're planning to stay virgin till marriage" they all stare at you with intense looks, as if they could eat you up.

"i just don't want to loose it to a random person..." you mutter, causing them to all nod "there's nothing wrong with that" abby ruffles your hair "but you never go out, how are you planning to ever find someone"

"don't rush her" jihye says as she pulls you into a hug "leave my innocent y/n alone, if she doesn't wanna meet anyone then it's fine. her time will come"

"what about junho, you both were hanging out"

"oh we're just friends...i'm not attracted to him at all" you make sure to clear the air about junho and you since you knew what everyone was saying.

"as long as you don't go running after yoongi all the time i'm sure you'll find someone" she says sarcastically

you play with the spoon as they continue to talk about their boyfriends and their sex life as if they didn't care you were there.

either way, you didn't want them to not include you in their little group talks, it would be awkward if they didn't even acknowledge you. they respected that you were a virgin but they were really pushy at times.

just as you were listening to them, you see yoongi walking into the cafeteria with his group of friends. abby follows your sight of vision and grins "namjoon is hot, i hear his dick is so fucking good" she shakes her head in approval

"nah, jungkook" the girls all nod as they hum in sync. you stare at them and look back at the guys. "you guys are a bunch of hoes" you say, causing them to laugh. "for namjoon, yes"

"but you have a boyfriend" you tell her, point the spoon her direction with disapproving eyes "shh child" she puts your arm down "let me dream"

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

waiting in the library once more for yoongi, you sit there watching a show as you wait. he texted you saying he was on his way but you had already watched two episodes. taking out your phone you give him a call, only to be sent to voicemail.

the grip on your phone tightens as you frown knowing damn well what he was up to. he always answers, except when he was with her. feeling annoyed you take out a post it note. you leave the note on the table, knowing he'll find it cause you always sit in the same table. grabbing your bag you decide to head home feeling defeated.

MEANWHILE....

she rubbed her hand on his thigh as she kissed his jawline "you kept ditching me this week" yoongi was in fact trapped with his play thing at the moment. he could see you sent him messages and such, but he had needs that needed to be fulfilled.

"i know, i've just been busy" he kisses her back as she locks her lips with his. undoing his belt, she gets on her knees in front of him. "get rid of it"

"what?" he says as he lifts his hips helping her pull down his pants and boxers "your little distraction" he chuckles at her bold words, taking hold of his harden cock she gives him a long lick from the base to the head "why don't you stop talking and use your mouth for something else" kissing his tip she opens her mouth taking him in whole.

"yea, just like that" holding onto her head, he thrusts into her mouth hitting the back of her throat causing her to moan and gag as he holds his dick on the back of her throat for a moment. his eyes were shut close, head laid back as he tried to ignore the buzzing phone.

wiping her mouth she looks up at yoongi "your leaving?" he ignores her as he throws his jacket on "yeah, i have to go meet someone"

"that's not fair, what about me?" she pouts

"you'll be fine" I already took too fucking long, I was suppose to meet her an hour ago. she must still be waiting.

grabbing his bag he walks to the door "my distraction might keep me busy, don't text me like we have some sort of relationship" he winks at her before walking out the door leaving her annoyed, kneeled on the floor.

walking into the library he rushes to the spot you always sit but sees you aren't there. walking to the table he thought you might've gone to the bathroom or something but instead of your bag or notebook there as you'd always leave for him he found a note

I'm heading home, make sure to eat once you get home.

- Y/N

folding the note he sticks it in his pocket he lets out a puff of air, annoyed did she get mad. Once he got to the building he rings your doorbell. but there was no answer. not wanting to barge in, he calls your phone but no answer. sighing he gives up after ringing your bell a few more times before entering his apartment.

"i'll make it up to her later" he says walking to his room to get a change of clothes.

you lay on your bed as you hear the last doorbell sound. "took him a long ass time to come back home, dumb whore" you were angry, you wanted him to just pay attention to you but he was still going to her.

what bothered you the most is that this girl was different from the rest, she has been with him longer than the rest. jihye said it's probably cause she isn't clingy. the moment they become clingy he leaves the relationship.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"I'm busy today" yoongi tells the person on the other end of the call. after ignoring his calls he decided to just sit outside on the bench that's in front of the building for a smoke.

"i'll call you" he says shutting his phone off and leaving it on the side "bitches mad annoying these days" putting a cigarette between his lips he presses on his lighter. just as he was about to reach the other end of the stick, the lighter is yanked out of his hand "really yoongi, you know this shit ain't good for you" there stood the girl who had him waiting outside.

chuckling he takes the cigarette out from between his lips "come on babe, what am I suppose to do then" taking it from his hand she takes the cigar box and shoves it inside only to put it in her back pocket "I got jolly ranchers"

yoongi was about to answer but she took his hand and was pulling him up the stairs. he stares at her frame as he walks behind her "i'd rather have something else that's sweeter" he licks his lips. rolling your eyes you opens the door and walk inside.

"are you mad at me" he says as she opens the side tables drawer

"why would I be mad?"

"you didn't answer my calls nor opened the door"

"you have keys you could've entered" closing it shut, you turn around grabbing yoongi's hand "green, the ones you like" in his palm there were four green jolly ranchers.

"i guess" they walk to the living room as he unwraps one and sticks it in his mouth. "but i'm still taking these back" reaching for your back pocket from your jeans he takes the box of cigarettes.

"yoongi i'm serious"

"so am i, i'm eating the jolly rancher. don't be mad" he gives you his gummy smile

"what ever" letting her body fall on the couch he stares at her from where he stands "why were you ignoring me"

"I wasn't, I was asleep"

"right" he answers sarcastically

"why were you late"

"the guys were being mad annoying" he rolls his eyes playfully, sitting across from her. the way he could just lie to her made her feel annoyed "next time just tell me where you're at and i'll go" you unwrap a jolly rancher you had gotten for yourself.

"you wanna hang out with my friends?" he was surprised since you never wanted to go even when he invited you. "better than being alone for hours"

"i guess, sure next time i'll tell you"

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"Stay still, you moving around like that isn't helping" you slap his hand as you try to help him take out the eye contact that he couldn't take out himself.

You were about to go to sleep after hanging out and eating dinner when he calls you telling you that he either can't get the contact out or it fell but to get your ass over and help him. He was sitting on the couch in front of a small mirror when you entered.

This is the situation.

"Well you poked my fucking eye" he hisses, of course he was exaggerating. Hovering over him as you try to get a better look at his eye he keeps closing it on purpose. "That's it" In a swift move you straddle him pushing him back against the couch as you tilt his head back. "Now stay still" dumbfounded he stares at you speechless.

"I think you dropped it...." Distancing yourself from him you sit back on his lap. As he stares at you. "So you planning to get off or what"

"So much for saying thank you" rolling your eyes, you place your hands on his shoulder as you were about to stand up. Wait a damn minute, this is my chance to mess with him, you thought.

Letting yourself fall back on his lap you stare into his eyes. Which one was red which you in fact did poke. Wrapping your hands around him you decide to just sit there and hug him. "Y/n, that's enough" he laughs, hands on your waist as he tries to make you stand. leaning into his ear you whisper his name, your fingertips slightly brushing against the back on his neck

"what" he says unaffected.

Thinking about what one of the characters in the books you read would do, you decide to move your hips against him. making him mutter your name as his grip on your waist tightens.

"What" you look him in the eye before moving your hips again, sharper than before. "Alright that's enough" gripping your thighs he abruptly stands, dropping you on the sofa as he turns "thanks for the help, I'm gonna go finish what I was doing. See yourself out" without giving you a glance he walks away. You hear him enter the rest room.

"That was a fucking fail" you sigh, screaming into a couch pillow. Closing his contacts container you leave his apartment

"Fuckk" yoongi strokes his cock with his hand, rubbing his thumb on the tip. "Mmm y/n" calling your name he thrusts into his fist. "Shit" bitting his bottom lip he continued to pump himself in a fast pace. Your name escaped his lips as he releases all over his hand.

Head leaning against the shower wall, he lets the water help him calm down after his release "this girl...stop thinking about her before you get hard again" sighing he turns off the water.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"Here have some lemonade before we go" he hands you a bottle of lemonade as he grabs your suitcase. your parents called asking you guys to visit this weekend. yoongi for once didn't reject the offer.

"thanks" you enter the car as he shuts the door once your in, making his way to the trunk to put the luggage away. you were expecting something to happen after you basically rubbed yourself on him but he was nonchalant as always.

opening the bottle as he enters the car you take a sip before passing it to him, staring at you confused you laugh "drink some"

"are you gonna wanna get something to eat during the drive" he says as he drinks from the bottle. pursing your lips as you ponder of what you should get he hands you the bottle back.

"sandwiches? honestly, I should've done food before we left"

"nah, it's fine. lets go get some then"

in the end you got two sandwiches while he got a corn dog saying he wasn't as hungry. you both make your way to the car while he's just devouring his corn dog.

"you sure you're not gonna want something else" you ask him as you both get in the car, he only shakes his head.

the car ride was quiet until you took over the radio playing your favorite music, he didn't like your taste in music but he didn't care. he loved hearing you sing your heart out to every song.

opening your sandwich you were about to take a bite but you felt him staring at you. sighing you turn to him "what? you want it?"

he only grins as he looks back at the road "here" grabbing his hand you place the sandwich on his hand, rolling your eyes since you knew he wasn't gonna be filled with just the corn dog. your should've gotten him his own extra share.

but you were hungry...one wasn't enough. pouting you opened your other sandwich taking a bite out of it. Did he forget that i'm the one that said we should get sandwiches.

he laughs as he sees you eat with a angry look on your face "want it back?"

"no"

"will one be enough for you"

"no, that's why i got two" you take another bite as you glare at him

"then take it"

"i don't eat left overs"

he gasps sarcastically " how are they leftovers"

"because you bit it and you probably didn't even want it but just messed with me"

glancing your way once more he grins "i was just teasing you a little"

looking his way, he had that same gummy smile that makes your insides melt. "so what, are you giving it back" you toss the wrapper into the bag

"nope"

he continued to eat my fucking sandwich.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

arriving at the house of your parents you both get down. "i'll get the suit cases, head inside first" he says as he opens the trunk. you nod before walking up the stone path as you head up the house, you can hear music playing.

you could hear how it was coming from the back, walking around the house you enter the backyard through the side gate "we're homeeee" you yell out as you enter the gate to find both your families sitting together.

"look at my little girl" your mom gets up and rushes to you. pulling you into a tight hug "you guys need to visit more often" she showers you with kisses "mommm, i just saw you a couple weeks ago" you whine.

"where's yoongi" his dad puts down a plate he had brought from inside

"bringing the luggage" you turn to look at the gate, wondering why he's taken long "hold on, lemme go get him" you smile, getting any excuse to get away from all the smooches.

walking back to the front of the house you find yoongi leaning against his car smoking your luggages also put up against the car. you sigh before making your way towards him

"really? they're waiting for us and you're out here doing this" stopping in front of him you cross your arms raising a brow in disapproval. he smirks before blowing towards you causing you to wave the smoke away

"really?"

"you know the moment i get in there, my dad starts telling me i should change career" he's about to put the cigarette between his lips but you take it out of his hand tossing it on the floor only to step on it.

"you should really quit, it's bad for you"

looking up you see his hand extended out towards you

"what?"

"give me a jolly rancher"

"what? i don't have any with me"

rolling his eyes he takes out the pack of cigarettes

"yoongi they're waiting for us" you whine, taking it from his hands

"then give me something sweet" he taps his lips

"later" wrapping your arm around his, you grab your suit case with your other hand . he stood there staring at you "get yours genius" he groans in frustration as he grabs it and pulls you towards the house

entering the lions den as yoongi sees it you both leave the suit cases at the back entrance before joining the rest at the table

"hey" the little boy sitting next to you greets you.

"hello" you smile

"my name is hajun" his eyes sparked as he looked at you

"ah..my name is y/n"

"that's a pretty name" his cheeks turn into a pinkish blush

"who's the flirt" yoongi says as he sits opposite from you after greeting his parents, you shrug.

"he's my friends kid, she had something to do this weekend so he'll be here" your mom smiles

looking at the kid, you see him staring at you

"do you think my daughter is pretty" your mom tells the boy in a teasing way only for him to nod and everyone laughs but yoongi

"is he your boyfriend"

"no"

"yes"

yoongi and you both look at each other, you look confuse as you mouth, what the fuck

he shrugs before drinking from the glass of water

"wait is he?" the boy pouts

"no, he's just messing around"

"really yoongi? he's only six" his mom shakes her head as she chuckles

"what, gotta let the kid know he has no chance. letting a kid be delusional is bad for them" he shrugs

you all laugh as both boys stare at each other, yoongi had a smug look while hajun was glaring at him

"you're too young kid" he laughs

your hand meets your face as you couldn't believe yoongi was fighting with a kid. "are you guys hungry?" your mom speaks up, only for you to glare at yoongi who was already giving you a gummy smile knowing you were gonna tell that he ate your food and he wasn't wrong you did tell.

"yes, yoongi ate my food" crossing your arms.

"i told her she could have it back but then went and called them left overs" he starts to complain but his mom pulls his ear while lecturing him in a playful way about stealing your food. of course all he did was laugh, but his eyes never left you.

after eating you guys sat there and caught up with your parents, while you tried to keep up with the conversation you also tried to give hajun attention as he kept talking to you.

"y/n"

"what"

"come over here" yoongi says as he gets up and walks towards the glass door to enter the house

excusing yourself you walk behind him, he picks up both your suitcases as he opens the door.

"what happened?"

"give me what you said"

"what?" extending his hand he raises a brow

rolling your eyes you walk to the counter and open the jar that has always been there ever since you were a kid and just like then, it was filled with lollipops. your dad has a sweet tooth.

pulling the wrapper off you walk up to him, pressing it against his lips "there, suck" he grabs onto the lolipop, one brow raised at you as chai you wink before walking off leaving him dumbfounded.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"How's she doing in school" yoongi was sitting on the chair swing with your dad, you had gone inside to help clean up after everyone ate.

"she's doing fine, she'll be graduating on time" he takes a sip of the beer

"that's good, thanks for watching out for her" he chuckles, putting his hand on yoongi's shoulder he gives it a small squeeze before looking at his wife

"i just don't want her to mess up and end up struggling like we did, young and with a kid...life just doesn't treat you the same" before you guys went off to college, your dad did not agree with you going away. only after yoongi promised to watch over you did he allow you to go somewhere far.

"don't worry i keep an eye on her" he chuckles, your dad nods giving yoongi a little nudge with his elbow "don't be too protective" making both of them laugh. getting off the swing he walks to yoongi's dad who was stacking up the chairs.

yoongi looks at you as you walk to hajun giving him a lollipop time to go torment the kid, getting up from the swing he walk over to both of you. the kid unwraps the lollipop only for yoongi to steal it.

"yoongi, really? it's his" you hit his arm.

"what, did you also tell him to suck on it too?" he laughs before putting it in his mouth. rolling your eyes you reach into your pocket and hand him another lollipop

"don't listen to him, he's just a bully"

"nah, she's the real evil one. don't trust her, women are all the same" yoongi acts hurt as he wipes his fake tears

"did noona reject you" he frowns, feeling sorry for yoongi.

you couldn't hold your laugh as yoongi looks at him with a really bitch look.

"my mom says you shouldn't force love. it'll come naturally"

"how old are you again kid" yoongi asked annoyed

"alright alright, your right hajun" you pat his head giving him a sweet smile.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

you were getting a change of clothes from your suitcase before getting a call from yoongi

"are you sleeping" he says

"no, why?"

"i'm not tired"

"ok? i am"

"then why aren't you sleeping"

"cause i haven't changed my clothes..i was talking to my mom" shutting your suitcase you place some shorts and a large t-shirt on the bed "come on lets go out, i'm not tired"

"no, yoongi go to sleep"

"but i hate that room"

you let out a sigh, knowing damn well what he wants, every time you guys come to visit he always wants to sneak into your room without your parent's noticing

"you just wanna avoid your dad tomorrow morning"

"and if that's the reason, is my best friend not gonna help me?"

you couldn't help but laugh at his childish behavior "fine, hurry up. the window is open"

"alright"

it didn't take long before you see a cat like person crawling through your window

"babe, at least open the window more" he rubs his head at the same spot he just hit while sneaking in.

"shhh, they'll hear you" yoongi waves you off as emphasizes how extra you could be. you end up going to the bathroom to change into your outfit. "okay, take this as a opportunity" you tell yourself in the mirror. your hands tight in fist as you try to boost your confidence . getting a bottle of water for him you go back to your room.

"here"

"thanks"

getting into the bed you lay by the wall, having him lay on the other side. the bed wasn't as big as the one back in your apartment. your knees touched in this bed. your goal, to cuddle.

"i'm gonna turn off the light"

"ok"

you both lay in silence, it wasn't an awkward silence. not until yoongi groans, sitting up pulling his shirt over his head. "what are you doing" you exclaim as he tosses his shirt at the end of the bed "what, i can't sleep with this shirt. i forgot to change" he whines as he get under the covers again.

trying to calm your fastened heart beat you lay on your side facing him. "are you sleepy now"

"nope, but it's better than being alone" he stares at the ceiling. you were both raised here together. your parents are friends. well both your moms were. they both got pregnant around the same time and this is how you guys ended up being inseparable.

unlike you he didn't have the happiest moments. his parents always fighting and there was always as chance of them getting a divorce. it wasn't like this before he was born, his dad would tell him repeatedly.

but yoongi found peace at your house, making it his home. the fighting at some point got so bad yoongi himself yelled he'll fill up the divorce papers himself so they can just sign and go their own way. he was tired. yoongi went to live with you that summer.

i heard his parents fought less with him around. yoongi was never the same after that when ever he was around them.

his eyes were shut, as you stared as his perfect face. lifting your hand you move the hair strand that covered his eyes "what is it" he was getting sleepy, you could tell by his voice.

"yoongi" he hums in response

scooting closer to him you decide to just take action first and hug him first.

"what are you doing" he says looking down at you

"the bed is small, and since you're taking over the rest of my blanket I can't hug it to sleep" he chuckles, knowing you need to hug something to sleep. Something he always found cute about you. "you're such a child" he teases, hugging you back.

"want me to scratch your head" he chuckles, knowing you love it when your mom especially passes her hand through your head

"yeah" you smile

in the books i read this position, it's the sweetheart cradle.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"i thought you guys weren't boyfriend and girlfriend" hajun speaks up as he enters the room, he gasps so loudly you both woke up

"we aren't" you sit up quickly, not being able to enjoy waking up next to yoongi's side due to this snotty nosey brat

the kid pouts but glares at yoongi who also sat up but leaned against the headboard smirking "told you there was no chance at all"

"shut up" you punch his arm, you were afraid this kid would go tell your parents

"wheres mom" you ask him as your crawl to the edge of the bed. yoongi on the other hand had a good view of your ass and he didn't bother to not look away instead he stared as your shorts rode up your butt as you crawled to the end of the bed. he had a urge to not give it a firm grab or slap your ass.

"they left, she told me to come get you" he looks at you after glaring at yoongi for a good minute

"alright, let me get ready and we can go out. the three of us"

"can't we leave him here" he points at yoongi

"no can do kid, you can't just try to pull a move without the other man being there. that's cheating"

"you did, last night" he rolls his eyes at yoongi who stood up and picked up his shirt. walking to hajun who was at the doorway he pats his head "i said man" and walks out

hajun ran after him yelling, leaving you on the bed fed up with their rivalry.

"Can I hold your hand?" hajun rushes to your side as yoongi stays behind to lock the doors. he kept looking back to see if yoongi was coming.

"sure" grabbing his small hand into yours you begin to speed walk while laughing knowing he wanted to get as far as possible from yoongi.

you couldn't even cross the street before yoongi scooped him off the ground, throwing him over his shoulder "hey put me down" he yells kicking

"nope" yoongi then takes your hand in his and crosses the street. "don't drop him yoongi" you pinch him with your nails as he holds your hand "i won't, if he doesn't move"

"y/n please, i'm not a kid. tell him to put me down"

"yoon-" before you could say anything he leans down to your height whispering into your ear "if i put him down i'll have no choice but to make you switch places with him"

your face heated up as his raspy voice whispered to you. looking at the young boy who was dangling over his shoulder pleading for you to help him you give him a apologetic smile "sorry"

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"it's not fair"

"too bad"

"play fair"

"she's not some prize kid"

they kept going at each other as you walked to the store to get some snacks. "go play on the swing or something" yoongi shoos him away only to have the boy frown and he was clearly angry

"why does it bother you. you like her and don't even make a move"

yoongi chuckles, pulling out a jolly rancher from his pocket. i really wanna smoke right now, he thought as he tasted the green apple in his mouth. "what makes you say that"

"you look at her the way the mail man looks at my mom" he gasps at the young boys words he almost choked on the jolly rancher.

yoongi was determined that this kid was out to get him.

"you should really tell your dad about that" he gives the kid a concerning look. the kid takes a seat next to him shaking his head "I don't got to. He knows"

the conversation just went to shit. not even to make a joke about it, this is like what...character development for the kid? yoongi thought to himself

"damn kid that's fucked up" really?

the kid only shrugs

"parents are over rated" taking out another jolly rancher he hands it to the kid "here"

"thanks" unwrapping it he looks at yoongi "so what? do you like her or not"

"she's my best friend"

"but do you like her"

"kid, mind your business" he rolls his eyes. getting annoyed by a little ass kid made him even more annoyed.

"does it feel nice?"

"what" yoongi sighs

"being in love?"

"how old are you again?" yoongi grins as the kid purses his lip probably wanting to curse at this elder so bad.

"it's nice to be in love, but it doesn't justify cheating. cheating is bad, don't be a bad man"

the weekend came to an end and you both were making your way back home after saying good bye to everyone.

suddenly hajun and yoongi were on good terms.

"what were you two talking about the other day. after that he just kept following you around" you ask yoongi as you open the bottle cap for his drink, handing it to him.

"stuff"

"oh really?" you roll your eyes as he laughs. "don't be mad sweetheart, we were talking about you too"

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"nah man you're cheating" the guy across from jimin throws the cards on the table. everyone was cheering jimin who just won a shit load of money.

"can we borrow this chair" a girl with ginger hair taps on the chair next to namjoon. "you can, or you can sit on my lap" he grins

"are you going home early?" taehyung asks yoongi who was already standing up from the table

"ye-" he's interrupted as the girl who was sitting next to him speaks up "why are you leaving? the night just started" she gives her sweet smile

"let's get a drink, somewhere else just the two of us" the ends of his lips curve into a smirk as he lowers himself to her height "what? i didn't hear you" his arm makes its way to her waist as he pulls her up.

"i said lets go somewhere else" bodies up against each other he takes another drink from his cup before walking away with his arm wrapped around her.

his hands sneaked under her dress giving him the chance to grope her ass helping her grind against his thigh as they made out.

kissing along his jaw she worked her way down to his neck ready to mark him but he stops her "no marks" pushing her down on the bed he unbuttons his shirt tossing it onto the floor before pulling the dress over her body. "let's make it quick"

pulling her panties down he positions himself in between her legs, rubbing his thumb on her entrance "look at this" he grins "i didn't even touch you down there yet"

he wasted no time to align himself to her entrance and thrust into her, groaning until he was fully inside her. not giving her any time to adjust he holds her waist thrusting into her without any warning,

"oh fuuuuck" the girl holds onto the bed sheets

she loved how it felt to have his strong hands on her hips as he picked up the pace, he wasn't giving her any time to think of anything but him. the louder she moaned the more harder he went.

"mm fuck, you like that"

"yes, fuckk harder please" she whines as he rubs her clit with his fingers

"fuckk i'm so close" she reaches for his neck as she pulls him down for a kiss. their mouths never leaving each other as he thrusts into her harder and harder each time. she digs her nails onto his back. causing him to grab her hands pinning them over her head. she releases but he fucks her till he's done. filling up the condom he grunts as he thrusts into her a few more times before pulling out.

"shit, that was amazing" she says out of breath

yoongi hums in response as he gets off the bed disposing the condom, he begins to get dressed.

"where are you going?"

without stopping yoongi glances at the naked girl who he was just begging him to fuck her. he grins as he buttons up his shirt "don't tell me this is your first time having a one night stand"

"what?"

"i just wanted to fuck, nothing special is gonna come out of this" and with those last words he grabs his jacket shutting the door behind him as leaves her all alone. walking to the bathroom he freshens up, cleaning the lipstick stains that were decorating his neck.

"fuck it's already late" he groans.

yoongi enters your apartment to find you sitting at your table doing homework "it's almost 3 in the morning why are you still up?" he makes his way towards you

"i could ask you the same" you smile

"jimin had a party, invited me last minute. dude was having too much fun" standing behind you he hugs you from behind. a moment you were suppose to enjoy was ruined before it could begin. your smile became a frown.

"he wasn't the only one having fun" you pull on his arm to push him away, leaving him dumbfounded.

"you smell" you say as you nudge him away some more

"really?"

"yeah" pushing your chair out you pick up your books. closing them since you had finish your work.

"ok? don't tell me your mad?"

"no"

"then? why does it bother you?" grabbing your wrist to stop you from walking to your room he stands behind you "come on y/n" he whines cutely but it wasn't gonna work on me. not today.

"shower when you come back from parties, you smell like a bitch" pulling her hand out of his grip she shuts the door from her room.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

today you wanted to do anything but be with yoongi. it made you furious the thought of him being with someone else. you hated it.

"are you not going to school" yoongi says over the phone"

" i have no classes today"

"are you still mad about yesterday"

you sigh, rubbing your temple before answering "i wasn't mad, i'm just sensitive to smell. anyways i got something to do. talk to you later" you hang up the phone not giving him any time to answer.

yoongi raised his brow as you stared at his phone, he wanted to make of you at the way you were acting but he knew it'll only piss you off more.

"bro another place tonight. what do you say?" jimin throws his arm over his shoulder

"i can't"

"why not?" he whines

"i have a cat that gets pissed when i come home with a bitchy scent" shaking jimin off he makes his way to the parking lot.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"i've never been with someone who's dick is so big" she expresses while holding her hands up at a certain length.

"y/n, have you ever had sex with yoongi?" they all stared at you with curious eyes

"i mean you guys are friends, why not" she nudges your arm while giggling.

trying not to show how the question caught you by surprise you scrunch your nose "really guys, i'm eating why do we have to talk about these things" shaking your head as you chuckle they laugh.

looking at your phone you couldn't help but notice yoongi hadn't contacted you all day. usually if you guys would hang out together he'd let you know. the fact that there was no message had two meanings either he was gonna be with the guys or he picked up some needy girl again.

since you didn't have any classes today you decided to spend time with your friends which you don't get to a lot well cause of school or just you being busy chasing after yoongi.

"hey, yoongi just called me asking if we we're together" jihye says as she rushes to catch up to you guys, she had stopped to get some yogurt. "what? why didn't he just call me?" "he said he did call you"

taking out your phone you see five missed calls from yoongi and about 15 messages. "oh" pressing your finger over his contact you call him.

"i know you're mad but at least call me, will ya. you didn't even tell me where you were going" he speaks loudly, letting jihye who was walking along side you hear him very clearly. glancing at jihye you give her a apologetic smile "sorry, i'ma go" you mouth as you point towards the bottom floor. she just nods before catching up to the other girls.

"sorry, i'm at the mall with my friends. I'll head home now" you might be mad at him, but the fact that he's looking for you. like shit you'll waste this chance.

"what mall, i'll go pick you up. it's getting late"

"oh okay, xxx mall. i'll wait for you at the food court we always eat at when we come together"

"alright babe, just wait for me there then" he hangs up without realizing that those simple words gave you butterflies.

"heyy" you give him a smile as he opens the door of the passengers seat for you. rolling his eyes, "don't hey me, you ignored me all day"

"don't be mad, you ignore me too when you're out playing hooky. here i got you a pretzel" you forcefully place the pretzel on his hand as you get into the car "playing hooky? why are you ang-" taking the handle into your hand you pull shut the door before he could even answer.

"i'm not mad" you say once he gets into the car

"yeah sure, i know you are"

"what makes you so sure"

"y/n, i don't like pretzels" he waves it in front of you.

"ohh. right i got confused" taking the pretzel from his hand you bite into it, dumbfounded he blinks before asking "confused? who are you out eating pretzels with?"

you shrug, taking another bite as you try to hold you're laugh back. it was as if he had taken a blow to the stomach he looked offended and confused himself "give me that" he rips the pretzel from your hand as he decides to eat it.

"wait but you sai-"

"shut up" he starts the engine, driving home.

*･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ*

"are you still mad" he says as he tosses the keys onto the bowl. you both decided to eat at his place, while you tried to not laugh at his childish behavior. "no, are you mad?"

"no" he could say no but he looked mad. over a pretzel? "what?"

"nothing"

I don't know how to explain it, but as we looked at each other. Everything else was quiet, there was a tension. made me feel bubbly inside. even if he was still standing at the doorway while i was leading against the sofa we just stared at each other.

clearing his throat as he breaks eye contact he kicks his shoes off "you keep staring, do you want something"

shaking your head in reply before moving towards him slowly. you could hear yourself screaming inside but there was this feeling, and you wanted to take advantage of it. "y/n" he says as you grab his hands "sorry alright, i'll answer your messages" you tell him as you wrap his hands around you before you hug him. not pushing you away he holds onto you.

"lately i feel like everything bothers you"

you only shrug in response, "hey look at me" his hand makes its way under your chin as he lifts your head to look up at him "what"

"whats with you these days, you've been acting weird"

fuck. should i just do this. his lips are inches away from me....what if i ju-

you were pulled back into reality as his phone ranged. but he didn't pick up, his hands never leaving your sides, his eyes never leaving yours. you felt like your knees were going to give out at any minute due to his intense stare. the phone stops ringing, but it didn't end there. before you could even speak up it rings again.

seeing how you had something to say he grabs his phone looking at who was calling. letting you see the name clearly. and you knew it was her.

"you sure you don't want to answer?"

shaking his head he sticks the phone back into his back pocket after muting it. "i'll answer later, first i wanna know what's been bothering you lately. i feel like you're following me around" he chuckles but he was serious.

letting go off him you step back only to have him pull you back into his chest.

"why" is all he says before closing the gap between the two of you. your heart was beating fast and you wondered if he felt it too. "i'm just looking out for you"

"looking out for me?" he raises a brow in confusion

"you go around too much"

"go around?"

"you know what i mean"

what the fuck are you saying,,,,this isn't how it was suppose to be you feel like running away but he had you in his grip.

"you keep getting in my business these days cause you think i go around too much" he says with a sarcastic tone. " i just don't think you should play with people's feelings like that" fuck it if i'm talking might as well talk

letting go, he steps back "what? where is this coming from" of course he's confused. why wouldn't he be? you never cared about things like where he was or who he was with. you never even cared enough to go with him to see his friends or parties. you didn't meet his eyes after he spoke, scoffing at how you were acting he shakes his head "not that it concerns you but who ever i hook up with, isn't really your business"

"you guys are just fuck buddies, how is that healthy at all"

"it's called killing time, they know what they get into when they come to me" he sighs, brushing his hair back "why am i explaining myself to you?" turning around he walks to the bowl to grab his keys "wait" you rush to grab his arm

"what now?"

"if you're just doing it to kill time, then do it with me"

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feroshgirlsims · 4 months ago

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Chapter 4.1 - Dating for Weirdos

ALICE

Alice agreed to meet Vlad at the library because she had a class nearby, and for once in her natural life, she wanted to be on time. Plus, she needed the extra fifteen minutes to give herself a completely normal, very-relaxed pep talk about not farting.

Or saying something nuts.

Or doing anything that would screw up the first date she’s had the courage to make since she broke up with Jeffery.

Fuck, why did her mom have to call and ask a million questions about her flight home for fall break? It's not her fault that she forgot to buy the tickets two weeks ago before the price went up.

…okay, it was kind of her fault, but her mother freaking out because Alice planned to ask her dad for help was not. If there was one thing Cyrus Martin did well, it was to give Alice money.

Ugh, she needed to stop thinking about marriages ending in divorce. She needed to stop thinking about marriage. She needed to stop—

“Alice?”

Shit. She whirls around to find Vlad standing by the bike rack.

“I’m Vladislaus,” he says as if she hadn’t seen his picture and wouldn’t know those cheekbones any-fucking place.

He’s tall and angular, with a deeply off-putting aura that makes her want to curl up beside him. Alice has always been a glutton for punishment, and no amount of lecturing herself to stay away from dangerous things has worked.

“We arranged a date,” he continues, “I’ve spent the past week or so disabusing you of your wretched Tea & Treachery opinions. You think I’m pretentious, and my theories are shit, but you still agreed to meet.”

Holy Mother Watcher. Vlad writes like a Simlish Literature Textbook and talks like one too—crisp and precise, an odd combination of casual and antiquated, catnip for an audio girly like her.

“I promise I’m chill,” Alice blurts out, even though she is not. Chill is like a country in SimNation she’s never been to because she doesn’t have a passport.

“Er…I-I mean, I just knew if I went back to my dorm after class, something catastrophic would happen, and I’d never make it on time.”

Vlad tilts his head, intrigued. “What kind of catastrophe?”

“The worst kind,” she replies with mock seriousness. “Llama attack, building fire, walking past my laptop, and then remembering the video I was watching earlier.”

His gaze shifts to the library's entrance. He looks distracted.

Fuck. That went south.

Suddenly, his attention snaps back, and he grins. “So many potential dangers. It’s a wonder you arrived at all.”

“I’m smart,” she replies, hiding her relief, “Resourceful. Faultless.”

“I see,” he chuckles, “Now, should we mark you safe from this catastrophe on Social Bunny, or do you want to keep your survival a secret?”

His laugh is like a prize Alice wants to win again. If he’s laughing, then he’s happy, and she’s not completely screwing this up. “Let’s keep this between you and me for now. Who knows how many of my enemies have also survived?”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Vlad agrees. “Who’s on your list?” His eyes glitter with something that looks like excitement.

But that doesn’t make sense. It’s a joke. It has to be.

“No one, really,” she lies, ignoring the dark part of her that wants to give him a name, “I was just being silly. Should we head out?”

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wooahaeruby · 7 months ago

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Chapter 13: Better Beside You

Chapter Word Count: 4,569

Anything in Bold Italics are Korean/Another language.

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Traveling to Jakarta wasn’t hard, the only big problem was getting through the airport and having a thousand and one flashes blinding you but Jihoon was there every step of the way. It was late when you flew since it was a relatively long flight, seven hours give or take, and it was easier to fly at night to get some decent rest tomorrow.

He was a steady shield, having you pass through security first, taking your bag from you even when you insisted you could carry it yourself, and even tossing his sweatshirt over you when you were cold in the gate seats. When tucked into your seat, he made sure you were alright and comfortable next to the window, letting you keep his sweatshirt. You asked if he was going to be cold but he waved you off, something about getting a blanket from the stewardess when in the air.

Recently he had been acting like that.

Since the kiss, Jihoon has really been into doing things for you.

It started with good morning text messages on days he wouldn’t see you directly in the morning. He added emojis to each text and always asked how much work you needed to get done before you could come to their practice or the studio. When you would let him know you would be on your way to Hybe, he’d always have either a tea or coffee ready for your arrival even if he was in the middle of practice or composing. He’d always have an extra sweatshirt laying around because he knew you got cold.

Sometimes…Sometimes you used it to your advantage, like you did when you couldn’t properly zip your suitcase closed and called him to come and help you. He had shown up in five minutes since he was at the dorms and helped with all the last minute things you needed to slip into another bag.

A few days before flying to the next tour spot, the couch you ended up ordering from IKEA arrived and was installed by two very kind older gentlemen that told you some of their favorite places to visit as they put the pieces together. It was a simple, very comfy L-shaped couch, black fabric perfect to hide any messes that were to happen. You even indulge yourself with a handful of throw pillows within your budget.

You didn’t tell Jihoon right away since it was your day off and the group was at the company going over any last minute things before they would rest for a day and fly out. He didn’t tell you that they got out until he was knocking on the door with a bag of takeout and his laptop, wanting to spend some time with you even if he had some work needing to be done. He had tucked himself into the corner of the couch and the longer he focused on his work, the more you slowly…. very slowly placed the pillows against his leg and rested against them, blanket thrown over you and your computer on your lap. You both had fallen asleep, a little uncomfortably but together nonetheless.

That was another new development; falling asleep in close proximity more. Each night after your couch arrived, he came over and you both fell asleep near one another. On the days prior to that, he’d finish work in the studio but you guys were too lazy to move and leave so he relaxed with you on the couch and fell asleep.

The hotel in Jakarta was nice, cushy even, but enough for two nights then back to Korea then non-stop traveling before another short break. You had jumped into the shower after all your things were accounted for, wanting to get the gross feeling of airplane off of you.

You went to pull your laptop out when a knock resonated from your door and you shuffled over to answer. Hyeji stood all bundled up in a SVT staff hoodie and jeans, holding a canvas bag in her hands in front of her.

“ Are you busy?” She questioned.

“ No- No, come on in, what’s up?”

She stepped in when you moved aside and handed you the bag, smiling. “ It’s a staff sweatshirt and a badge you will need. Since you’ll probably be backstage with all of us, it’s better you have everything than not.”

Taking the bag, you took a peek inside and began pulling out the contents, smiling at the sweatshirt and placing it on the bed then took the badge out and placed it with your backpack you planned on taking along. “ Ah, thank you, I was going to ask about all this but since I heard about the meeting, I wasn’t going to bother right away.”

“It isn’t a problem. I actually wanted to speak to you regarding your social media.” Hyeji pulled out her phone. “ Since we are back on the road once more, have you given it any thought of posting or letting us post any behind the scene pictures or videos you take?”

Ah, yeah you never thought about that once properly since the first meeting.

You gave her a blank stare before she started to laugh which you joined in on.

“ It completely slipped my mind.” You whined, going towards the wall and lightly banging your forehead against it. “ I don’t see why not, I just don’t want them to look bad.”

Hyeji continued to chuckle, shaking her head. “ Any picture is a good picture, shows that they are human. Maybe you can post some funny shots too.”

You grabbed your phone from the bed and opened it, remembering the one picture you took of Jihoon in New York and all the other pictures you had taken. Scrolling through, they weren’t too bad, maybe a little shaky since you were most likely laughing, but they were good.

“ I have a few if you’d like to see them, maybe we can start with that?”

Hyeji came to your side and peered over your shoulder, seeing the assortment of pictures you had already gathered. They were fun and carefree, silly faces and shots mid-conversation or mid-action that didn’t come off too odd. She stopped you when it came to the picture of Jihoon outside the ice cream shop and wiggled her eyebrows.

“ This one is good. Maybe you could have fun with it and make a cheesy caption to go along with it.” Hyeji shook her head side to side.

“ I think I’d rather just put no captions and let the pictures do the talking.”

“You sound like Seokmin-ah. Maybe have him teach you how to take pictures.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed once more with her until you froze. “ Oh- I forgot to tell you-” Groaning, you opened your instagram, still set to private with hundreds of thousands of requests to follow. “ That…”

Hyeji stared at the screen, opening her mouth then closing it. “ At least you set it to private.”

Instead of doing any work regarding your job since you only had documents to review by the end of the week, Hyeji and you sat together in your hotel room, figuring out a new social media handle and how you’d discuss posting pictures and videos. When everything was settled and you were both satisfied with the username you’d go with, your first name with a period and Ruby at the end, you went to put your first picture, the one of Jihoon.

You tagged his personal account and the group’s official account after following both and sent Jihoon with a link to the post to check once he could before you simply tossed your phone aside.

“ And time to ignore it!”

Boredom was setting in. This meeting could have been an email, just going over the timeline for tomorrow when he knew the managers would be up at the crack of dawn to make sure everything would run as smoothly as humanly possible.

Jihoon sat between Jeonghan and Chan, bouncing his leg impatiently and his fingers drummed against the tabletop. The concert would start at seven-thirty, hair and make up needed to be done by six at least, blah blah. They’d have a run through of the show tonight after dinner for any last minute checks of equipment. The words started to blend together and he was zoning out.

As his fingers continued to drum, his watch came to life, screen showing a message from Ruby. His face contorted in confusion at the message; Why were they sending him a link? He saw instagram in the URL and that only further confused him. Didn’t Ruby private their instagram?

“ Does anyone have any questions before you are free to leave?”

A chorus of nos fluttered through the room and their lead manager dismissed them.

“ Be ready to head out at six-thirty, no delays please.” He called back before the room was soon vacated.

Quickly he stood from his seat and left the room, making his way to the elevators like the rest of them. Jihoon pulled his phone from his pocket, standing beside Soonyoung who blatantly was looking over his shoulder. Not bothering to stop him, he opened the link and was surprised to be met with a picture of himself. He glanced at the username and tapped it, scoffing at the caption he was met with.

Y/N, #1 Carat. A rice bowl and diamond emoji were at the end.

“ Really?” He said out loud, shaking his head as a tiny smile spread on his lips. Jihoon clicked back and looked at the photo.

He looked at peace, standing outside the ice cream shop. Thinking back, he’d have to admit that it was one of the best days of his life despite everything. His soul had been completed, Ruby was beside both him and the group of guys he called a family. It was a rough start but he was happy either way.

“It’s a good picture.” Soonyoung said, breaking Jihoon from his thoughts. “ Maybe I should have Ruby-ah take my pictures.” He teased, nudging him once the elevator doors opened.

“ Shut it-” Stepping into the elevator, he tapped like on the photo before sharing it to his own story. “ I wonder if they have more pictures…”

Soonyoung was smiling as they took the elevator up to their floor and nudged him once more. “ Maybe get some candid shots of Ruby-ah so they can post.”

It wasn’t a bad idea…but Ruby would have more opportunity than he would to get pictures with their upcoming schedule…He’d figure it out. Jihoon wanted them to have pictures to post too. Maybe he would recruit some of the guys to help with that…

“ I’ll see you later.” Soonyoung waved him off once they stepped into the hallway. “ Get some rest before run through!”

Jihoon gave a hum in response, making his way down the hall towards his room first, grabbing his laptop and speaker before heading to Ruby’s room.

“ All I’m saying is that the dance to Don Quixote is pure perfection.” Hyeji snorted, sitting on the bed across from you as you scrolled through some documents on your computer.

“ And I’m not disagreeing with you.” You stated, rolling your eyes, “ I’m just saying that Shadow is just as perfect-”

As you sat against the headboard, legs tucks comfortably under the blankets, your hands paused on the touchpad and a familiar shiver ran down your spine, the feeling evident on your face. Hyeji’s eyes lit up and she smirked.

“ Ohh, so the rumor is true!” She laughed, hopping off the bed. “ I’ll see myself out since Jihoon is almost here.”

With a grimace showing on your face, but a knock came to the door which made it even worse. Hyeji practically skipped towards the door and threw it open. “ Hello. They are all yours~” You couldn’t see what she did but Jihoon’s cheeks flushed. She easily slipped out and pushed him inside before the door was firmly shut.

“ Before you ask. I have no idea.” You called out, going back to your work. Better to get it down now then wait until getting back to South Korea.

Jihoon shuffled into the room, but more importantly beside you on the bed, letting himself get comfortable against the pillows. The routine was relatively the same even if you weren't back at home. Music, anime, or some kdrama he heard Seungkwan talking about playing in the background for you while you finished work. Most times, Jihoon would fall asleep before long and you’d have to make a note of where the shows left off to go back to later.

Today he decided on a drama, settling himself under your bed’s blanket without too much effort.

“ What time do you need to be awake if you fall asleep?” You ask with a tease in your tone, knowing he will fall asleep whether he wants to admit it or not.

“ Six-thirty.” He quietly muttered, yanking his watch off and tossing it further down the mattress with his phone. Yep, he was getting comfy.

“ I’ll make sure you eat.” With a roll of your eyes, the room was quiet aside from the dialogue from the show.

Jihoon continued to get comfortable, shimmying down until his head hit the pillow and he could lay on his side. You barely moved, letting yourself get consumed with your work. There still wasn’t much to do but perfection was something that came easy when you relatively enjoyed what you did for work. The first time Jihoon saw you working he did call it a little boring, but he also had a job that continuously kept him on his feet. Nothing slowed down for them.

It wasn’t long before he was asleep, a quick check at the time showed it was still early from the late night flight and early morning transitions. Since falling into each other’s lives in September, there was a part of you that felt bad that he didn’t have enough time to care for himself. In interviews you’ve seen prior to meeting your match, Jihoon has spoken about how the job can be hard, that it can be difficult to have the weight of the group on his shoulders, but you also knew he loved what he does.

He either never slept or slept too much and he was always doing something if he wasn’t taking a moment to breathe. You’ve seen him already experience some writer’s block and he took the time to step back and either sat with you in the studio or your apartment to ride through the time. He always felt frustrated and annoyed but kept it at bay. He didn’t like to talk about it, liking to figure out the next course of action himself, but he always listened to you or one of the other members if needed.

Work only took another hour to finish. Somewhere along the line, your head reached over and gently carded your fingers through his hair. It was a guilty pleasure you came to find out last week when you subconsciously were watching an anime he insisted on showing you and he fell asleep . For your anxiety’s sake, you set an alarm two hours before Jihoon needed to be ready so he could wake up and eat before jumping into rehearsals.

You didn’t bother to pause the show, letting yourself watch to pass the time, fingers still carding through his hair. It was soft, it had been a little while since they dyed it, they had freshened up his undercut recently as well. There was a comment a few days ago where Jihoon said something about growing his hair because he was – and you quoted – ‘ Too lazy and busy to sit at the salon to get it done ’.

You don’t know when you fell asleep, your eyes were starting to flutter shut and as you tried to fight the drowsiness, it took over quickly.

“My little ruby,” Mimi called for you, sitting in the living room of your childhood home. “You know that Mimi and Papa love you, correct?”

You remember sitting beside her, just thirteen years old, helping her properly wrap up the yarn she used to knit and crochet so many of your favorite sweaters and scarves that kept you warm all winter long. She had always been firm on how she wanted the yarn done.

“Of course I know, Mimi. You and Papa love me like mommy loved me before she became a star in the sky.” You answered with such confidence and she smiled, tugging you close to her side and peppering kissing all over your cheeks and forehead.

“One day, sweetheart, you will have someone, a soulmate, at your side that should love you for the rest of your life. You must be strong for them as they will be strong for you.”

“I know, Mimi. Papa always tells me that I should talk to my soulmate, that I can be mad but to never stay angry. He said that was how you both have loved each other for so long.”

It was only a handful of years later when she sat you down once more after your eighteenth birthday, holding your face in her hands as you cried. Mimi had always been forward with your parents, that they didn’t like each other, that their hatred had brought their downfall. You had asked recently if you could learn the full story, wanting to know just how bad it had been.

“How could they-” You sobbed, “How could he do this? Why did he hate mom- hate me so much to just let her die?”

“I don’t know, I never understood it.” Mimi wiped your tears and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, trying to calm you down. “I always told you they didn’t like each other but your…father,” She said the words but it was clear she was trying to hide the animosity in her voice. “He wasn’t ready for responsibility. He held a lot of hatred in his heart against your mother, but she didn’t make it easy either.”

You curled up in her arms, letting her hum a small lullaby as she ran a hand through your hair. “I don’t want to be like that, Mimi.” Your voice was barely a whisper and throat raw from crying.

“They weren’t perfect, Y/N, no one is. I’m not perfect, love. They were young, they had to stop living because one thing led to another and your mom had you.” She soothed, rubbing your back. “It’s why Papa and I have wanted you to know communication, to speak about when you are sad or angry. We want you to love someone and understand that a soulmate is your perfect match, but still a person just like you. They are human too.”

When stepping into the venue for the concert, intimidating wasn’t the word you’d use to describe it. Being in the concert hall already being filled with people in New York was different from being in a completely empty venue, standing on the stage looking out towards all the seats. Mingyu and Seokmin had pulled you from Jihoon once arriving and insisted on having you stand center stage. Your legs felt a little weak and the fast beating of your heart was making you a little dizzy.

How the hell can they stand up here night after night and perform?

You let out a shaky breath, closing your agape mouth.

“ I think it’s going to be near max concert capacity tomorrow.” Seokmin said.

“ And you can watch it all from backstage!”

“ I feel so small.” You took a step back, holding onto the cuffs of the sweatshirt Hyeji brought you earlier in the day.

“ You are.” Mingyu smirked but you hit him in the stomach, not enough to hurt but enough to startle him. He pouted and shrinked away, hiding behind Seokmin who just laughed.

Offstage, the crew called out to set up their in-ear monitors and mics, each shuffling about with orders being called left and right. You tried to stay out of the way, you knew you were out of the way, but as everyone rushed around to get things done, you felt in the way.

Hyeji was your savior, grabbing you and heading out onto the stage, walking down towards the stairs beside the extended stage. “ Stay. ” She ordered as if you were a dog but you didn’t fight it, taking a seat on the steps to get out of the way.

Before long, the stage came to life, the familiar opening visuals lighting the screens and stage. It brought you back to the rush of the concert, sitting front row with Jamie and Kazuki, screaming your heart out.

They guys started to file out and you took the opportunity to take some – hopefully – good photos of them standing around, waiting for everything to get going. Each wore casual and comfortable clothes, the general consensus a baggy pants and oversized shirts. You even took a video of Mingyu poking at Chan who pouted and tried to stand away from the giant.

You watched as rehearsals flowed smoothly, or what you hoped was smoothly by the comments and concerns members had. A staff member came from the main stage and stood at the end of the extended stage with a microphone in her hand. They skipped over mentions but played through VCRs for what you assumed was a quality check. While they weren’t putting too much effort into the practice of placements and choreography, each of them were still in sync.

Mingyu had fun messing with you when Game Boi went through, still meeting his marks but teasing nonetheless. He still reminded you of an over energetic puppy and an older brother. It was cute.

What you dreaded was the easy run through of Aju Nice at the end. Seungkwan was talking with staff and security about his typical walking off stage and finding a candidate to kick off never ending Aju Nice and the practice for it had him staring you down. You shrunk down and were ready to dart backstage when that shine in his eyes met with Seokmin and Soonyoung once the rehearsal stopped for a small break after the first Aju Nice performance.

“ Ruby-ah~” Soonyoung said your nickname with the most playful inflection.

“ Kwon Sooyoung, Lee Seokmin, Boo Seungkwan, if either of you dare to bring me on stage for Aju Nice tomorrow, I will kill you.” The seriousness in your tone was evident but that only made the glint in their eyes brighten.

“ So if someone else does…You’d do it?” Seungkwan knelt down where you sat on the stairs and you quickly shook your head.

“ If any one of you try, I now know where all of you sleep.”

That had Seungkwan doubling over in a fit of laughter, slapping the floor with one hand. “ Wah! You look ready to actually kill me!”

Your cheeks were bright red, you could feel the heat of them radiating off of you. Looking over to Jihoon, he just stood back and watched, arms crossed as he rolled his wrist, red mic spinning as he did.

“ You either!” Pointing towards your soulmate, you glared. “ You hear me?!”

Jihoon tilted his head, feigning innocence.

Note to self, kill Jihoon later.

Jihoon was exhausted. You could feel it on the second day towards the end of the concert, but he never faltered in his dancing or singing, keeping that same hyped up energy. They all had smiles plastered on their faces, but just based off of the slumped bodies that barely made it to the vans yesterday, they’d been in bed directly after eating and a shower for tomorrow’s flight.

The previous night, you had sat with a small group of the guys after the concert, savoring the food that was staff provided. Soonyoung, though tired, still had energy to burn with terrified you. How could one man just keep going?

Getting Jihoon back to his room was a feat in itself. He was tired and definitely a little sore just based on the gentle hand you rubbed on his back while hanging out. He reminded you of a toddler that didn’t get his nap in yet; cranky and whiny. You had left him in his room with a small kiss to the cheek as a goodnight before returning to your room to bundle up under the covers. What you didn’t expect was for Jihoon to be knocking on your door an hour later , not even asking to come in when you answered the door because you knew he was there before he even knocked. He just paraded himself inside and face planted onto the mattress and was out in a matter of minutes. You tried to ask him a question but he was dead to the world and you managed to get him under the covers with a decent amount of struggle.

Today was really no different. A small part of you knew he was going to crawl into bed with you so after walking him to his hotel room. You used the latch on the door to prop it open, taking the time to make sure everything was ready to go tomorrow morning. Mindlessly, you scrolled through your phone in the dark, holding back your snort when the light from the hallway shined in and Jihoon’s silhouette could be seen, closing and locking the door.

“ Is this going to be a regular thing?” The question was more curious than serious, watching as he pulled the covers back and slid in beside you.

“ Is that going to be a problem?” His voice broke a bit but still level.

Locking your phone, you placed it on the pillow beside your head, eyes already adjusted to the darkness. “ Don’t answer my question with a question.”

Jihoon shifted to get comfortable, pulling the comforter up to his chin, laying on his side to face you. He didn’t answer for a moment, taking slow even breaths that signified he was ready to knock out soon. Slowly you reached out and brushed some damp locks from his forehead, shaking your shoulders in a silent snicker.

“ I sleep better when I’m beside you.” He finally broke the silence.

Butterflies wreaked havoc on your stomach. Your cheeks flushed and for once you were glad the lights were off so he couldn’t see them, but he could definitely feel you swooning. God, that was one of the cheesiest things he’s said to you. Contentment was evident from his side of the bond, it was felt each time he had you blushing or embarrassed from something he said.

You brushed his hair back, letting your nails message gently against his scalp. His eyes fluttered shut, leaning into the feeling. Faintly you made out the tired, content smile that was threatening to spread on his lips. He was slowly falling asleep, trying to keep his eyes open but each time they stayed closed longer and longer. Slowly, you leaned forward and placed a short peck to his forehead when he was fully asleep, too flustered to do so when he was awake.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Jihoon-ie.”

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07: to kiss or to stop an electrical fire, that is the question

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warnings: swearing

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Life was an electric hand mixer and you were cake batter, because you were getting beaten.

You were supposed to be out partying with your friends, but you were home alone at 1am on a Friday night failing to change a light bulb. Somehow all the bulbs in the apartment had blown at once (you figured maybe the ancient surge protector had malfunctioned) and plunged you into total darkness.

You stood on the kitchen counter to reach the two light bulbs in the kitchen ceiling, fumbling around with your phone clasped between your teeth and the flashlight switched on. That would’ve been a weird enough sight for Taehyun to come home to, not counting the fact that you’d already told him you were going to be out late that night.

“What are you doing?” he asked, flipping the switch by the front door. The lights didn’t turn on. He flipped it back off.

“Power surge. All the bulbs blew out,” you explained, your words muffled from your phone in your mouth.

He took off his shoes and watched you struggle for a bit with his arms crossed, until you caught your finger on a sharp bit of metal.

“Ow!”

It was one of those days.

“Get down from there. I’ll do it,” Taehyun ordered, his voice authoritative.

You clumsily crawled off the kitchen counter with his assistance, hoping he hadn’t heard your breath hitch in your throat when he grabbed your forearm and put his hand on your lower back to help you down. As your friends were always too eager to point out, you’d never been good at hiding your interest in people.

Although to be fair, you were almost certain you knew more about Taehyun than he was aware of. There’d been too many coincidences, and he texted exactly like TH did. Also, TH? He couldn’t pick different letters?

Passing him the new light bulb and your phone, you rinsed your bleeding finger under the tap until the water ran clear. By then he was done, giving you a nod and a thumbs up. You walked over to the front door to try again, but when you turned on the light switch, the new bulb still didn’t work.

He hummed. “That’s weird. Okay, turn it back off and let me-”

The darkness helped to conceal your expression, but it couldn’t hide the quiet sob of frustration that despite your best efforts broke out of you. You covered your mouth and turned away, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Woah, woah, woah, are you crying?” Taehyun asked, dropping everything to jump down from the counter and rush over to you. He placed a tentative hand on your shoulder to get you to turn around.

“I’m fine, Taehyun. Let’s just fix the lights,” you mumbled, raising your hands to hide your face even though he could barely see you in the pitch black.

“Fuck the lights,” he said, gently pushing your hands aside and taking them in between his own for a brief moment. He could probably feel you shaking. “Do we have any candles?”

You couldn’t remember when he’d stopped asking if ‘you’ had something and started asking if ‘we’ had something. Or when he’d stopped saying ‘your’ apartment and started saying ‘our’ apartment. But you remembered being inordinately happy the first time he did.

“On the bottom shelf of the second cabinet,” you answered. He procured a red pillar candle, set it on a saucer, and lit it.

The flame reflected in his warm eyes, shining with concern and worry and only making you feel worse. He guided you over to the sofa with one hand on your back and the other holding the candle, and you both sat down cross-legged, facing each other.

“Talk to me,” he said, carefully setting the candle down on the coffee table (or the old wooden trunk you used as a coffee table that was almost certainly haunted). Fire hazard, your brain unhelpfully pointed out.

“I-” the second you looked at him, you stopped, tripping over your words again.

The flame of the candle illuminated his face with a soft, diffused, orange luminescence, making it look like his skin was glowing. But again, what caught your attention was how the light made his eyes sparkle, so large and warm and disarming.

He had to be TH; there was no other way. And yet, here you were, acting like a fool with your head buried so deep in the sand you’d befriended three crabs and a starfish. How were you supposed to tell him without scaring him away?

“I don’t want to burden you,” you said haltingly, prodding at your finger.

“Well, you can’t only burden yourself,” he countered, before opening the drawer of the end table next to him and pulling out a box of bandages. “Give me your hand.”

You obliged, and he gently taped up the small but deep cut left by the loose prong of the kitchen light. His hands were cold, but you didn’t mind.

“I missed the dean’s list by half a percentage point,” you told him after a while. “It’s just a vanity thing so maybe I’m shallow for caring, but-”

“You don’t have to justify being upset,” he told you. While you stared at the candle flame, he stared at you. The fresh tear tracks on your face glistened in the candlelight. He was done dressing your cut, but he didn’t let go of your hand.

You shrugged. “I have it so easy, though.”

“It’s not a competition,” he said calmly.

That made you burst into tears. You didn’t know what was wrong with you or why you were crying at pretty much nothing, your face burning with embarrassment as you babbled incoherently about being homesick and missing your parents.

“I can’t even go home over the summer because they told me they don’t want me there,” you sobbed. “And two of Yeonjun’s crewmates overheard me talking to Soobin about it and lied to the entire crew that my parents disowned me because I didn’t make the dean’s list.”

Taehyun’s soft eyes turned cold in an instant. “Who was it?” he asked. When you didn’t reply, though, his voice lost its edge. “Did you tell Yeonjun?”

You answered that you had, which wasn’t technically a lie. He had a competition coming up soon and you didn’t want to ruin his relationship with his two best dancers, nor did you want him or Soobin to worry about you. You ended up recounting the incident as vaguely as possible and said you couldn’t join them clubbing because you had a headache.

You hadn’t even told either of them that you were the love whisperer, much less that 1) your roommate/crush was one of your clients and 2) you were almost certain his crush was you. Because what if you did tell them and then everything fell apart? Speaking good things into existence never ended well.

Taehyun hummed, telling you as kindly as he could that he didn’t believe you, and finally let go of your hand. You missed the warmth immediately.

“Why do some of Yeonjun’s members hate you so much?”

“How do you know about that?” you asked, distracted by your confusion enough to stop crying for a moment.

“I hear them talk,” he replied, shrugging. “You’d be surprised how loose-lipped people get when they’re around a nobody.”

You frowned. “You’re not a nobody.” He dismissed this sentiment with a flick of his wrist and gestured for you to continue. You did: “They think I’m stuck up for refusing Yeonjun’s advances since half the campus is in love with him.”

“So? Half the campus is in love with you, too,” Taehyun retorted.

Your tears had dried by now, and you laughed and shook your head. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” He leant forward and tapped the back of your hand to get you to look up. “Listen, fuck them. They’re just jealous you’re friends with their captain.”

You knew that, but knowing something in your head was very different from knowing it in your heart. Just like how logically you knew he was TH, but your mind refused to let you believe it. Believing was a dangerous game — the what ifs, the rationalisations, the fear of the unknown.

You held his gaze for a few seconds before looking away again.

“I wish I would’ve said something,” you sighed. He didn’t need to ask you why you didn’t; you knew that would be the next question out of his mouth. “I don’t like picking fights.”

He bit his lip in thought. “You don’t have to censor yourself to get people to like you. The right people will like you for who you are. Yeonjun and Soobin are proof of that.”

You had stopped crying a long time ago. The candle was still burning away on the coffee table.

“Thank you, Taehyun.” Your voice came out as almost a whisper as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. The second your eyes locked on his, your heart rate started to pick up and you had to look away.

“Yeah. I mean it,” he said, and you could tell he really did. He tapped your hand again, which was weird, but you raised your head obediently. He hardly ever touched you like that. “For what it’s worth, I’m not going home over the summer either. So you won’t be alone.”

You smiled, but it didn’t stop your eyes from watering again at the mention of home. Why did you cry so much?

“Sorry,” you mumbled, tilting your head back to blink your tears away.

Instead of scoffing at or chastising you for apologising for nothing, which was what you had come to expect from him, he just scooted over on the sofa and pulled you against his chest. You let out a quiet chirp of surprise as he manoeuvred your head onto his shoulder and held you in his arms, but still you hugged him back.

For someone with as much nervous energy as you, his composed nonchalance had always been reassuring, but actually feeling his chest rise and fall with each of his slow breaths calmed you down more than you could have ever imagined. He smelt like freshly washed bed sheets and your shampoo, because he had run out of his and hadn’t had the time to go to the shops yet.

You pulled back first, worried he could hear how fast your heart was beating. In the light of the single pillar candle, the living room was starting to feel like a romantic restaurant. Even taking a calculus test would feel intimate here.

But he didn’t remove his hands from your shoulders. His round eyes stayed pinned to yours, simultaneously soft and piercing in a way that forever bewildered you. You could only make out his features because of how close his face was to yours, barely illuminated by the glow of the candle.

His gaze flickered down to your lips, and then right back up after a fraction of a second. But he wasn’t fast enough to stop you from seeing it, from noticing him break eye contact. You leaned forward experimentally, trying to figure out if you were imagining things.

Like he’d been waiting for a signal from you all this while, one of his hands slid down to your forearm and the other up to the nape of your neck, frigid fingers ghosting over your skin and making you shudder. He leaned in too, his ever-expressive eyes now silently asking you for permission.

“Taehyun…” you whispered, feeling like your heart was going to break its way out of your ribcage if this went on for a second longer.

But then he smirked.

“Did I give you goosebumps?” he teased, running his fingertips over your bare inner wrist and under your collar, feeling the raised bumps on your skin.

“Your hands are cold!” you protested.

He laughed quietly, the first time you’d ever heard him laugh — a full laugh, not a chuckle or a snort. You knew that for certain because you could never have forgotten such a sweet sound.

He leaned in even closer, the tip of his nose now brushing your own, and tilted his head. His lips were almost on yours, and his hand on your arm shifted to the curve of your waist. Emboldened, you curled your fingers into the loose fabric of his button-up and pulled him towards you.

Until his eyes went from half-lidded to wide, staring at something behind you. What was it now? You turned around to see the kitchen light bulb he had replaced earlier now fizzing and crackling and flashing uncontrollably. Dozens of sparks were flying out of it every second. You hadn’t turned the light switch back off earlier, you were now realising.

More annoyed than concerned, you looked back at him with a childish impatience.

“Can we just deal with it later?” you said, never wanting to kiss someone more in your life. The one goddamn time you weren’t denying yourself something you wanted because you were scared of how it could end, and Zeus chose to fuck with your light bulbs.

He rolled his eyes. “To kiss or to stop an electrical fire, that is the question,” he said, his tone dripping in sarcasm.

“Okay, Hamlet,” you groaned, getting up to switch off the mains. Your feet had gone numb from sitting on them for so long and you immediately fell to the floor, immobilised by the pins and needles in your toes.

He caught you easily with one strong arm wrapped around your waist — all those disgusting protein shakes he drank must have been doing something, you figured — and just barely saved you from hitting your head on the corner of the coffee table.

“You’re so clumsy,” he observed, not for the first time, but for once he sounded more amused than unimpressed. Before he let you go he squeezed your hip, so nonchalant as he flipped the light switch and climbed effortlessly up onto the kitchen counter.

You were a goner.

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-minastras <3

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12 - Potato Chips

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WARNING: Idk if this is suggestive or not :// There’s touching of bare skin but it’s pretty PG... I’ll put a warning anyway <33

Y/n is nervous - which is very unlike them. They’re not sure whether it’s due to their outfit - arguably one of the most scandalous so far, or the implications behind why they’re wearing it.

“Are you sure this isn’t a step too far?” Y/n asks, tugging on the cropped vest that Hikaru had generously cut even shorter earlier that morning. Sure, they know that they look good… but Y/n’s pretty confident that they could get Jungwon’s attention in their pyjamas, let alone in an outfit like this.

“Trust me, I’ve watched him stare at you far too much to not know what outfits he likes the most.” Bahiyyih waves off, adjusting the shoulder of Y/n’s top and sending them a reassuring smile. “You look good, Y/n. Jungwon’s gonna die.” She promises, following her words up with a playful wink.

The plan is simple but effective - get Jungwon’s attention, make him flustered, flirt and little and then leave him wanting more. Jungwon starts blushing from Y/n’s teasing alone, so a more upfront approach is bound to do more damage. The only issue is other people. For this plan to work, Y/n will need to get Jungwon alone - something that proves to be a difficult task.

“How have I not seen Jungwon all day?” Y/n tiredly whines, causing the girls to scoff at them. “If this had happened last week you would’ve been celebrating.” Hikaru comments, earning a middle finger from Y/n.

“Have you tried asking his friends? I’m sure Niki knows where he is.” Eunchae suggests, causing Y/n to groan. “I tried to get ‘Karu to ask him but apparently they’re not on speaking terms.” Hikaru scoffs at this, starting some rant about what the younger boy had said to her. “Oh whatever, I’ll do it.” Eunchae rolls her eyes, grabbing Y/n’s hand and pulling them towards where Jungwon’s friends are currently eating lunch.

“Hi boys, do you know where Jungwon is?” Eunchae asks, surprising the group with her sudden presence. “Oh, hi Eunchae. Y/n, you look hot.” Niki jokes, earning a slap on the arm from Jongseob.

“Sorry about him, uh… why do you want Jungwon?” Jongseob asks, looking at the two confused. “I don’t, but Y/n does.” Eunchae admits, turning the attention of the group to Y/n. “We don’t know where he is.” Niki lies through his teeth, causing Y/n to roll their eyes. “I’m not gonna kill him or anything, I just need to talk to him.”

The group are still apprehensive, causing Eunchae to groan in frustration. “They have some questions about the senior trip.” Eunchae lies, although hers is much less obvious than Niki’s. Maybe Y/n and the others are being bad influences…

The group of boys share a look, Shota offering a confused shrug to Jongseob and Niki. “Last I saw, he was in the library.” Shota says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small bag of potato chips. “If you find him, give him these. I don’t think he’s eaten much today.” He continues, placing the snack in Y/n’s hand. “Ooh! You can bring him one of the cafeteria sandwiches. I’m sure they’ve still got some.” Eunchae says, clapping her hands excitedly. “Thanks for the help guys, Y/n here will make sure our president is well taken care of.” She continues, waving goodbye before pulling Y/n in the direction of the sandwiches.

“Should we text Jungwon and give him a warning?” Jongseob asks, earning a stifled laugh from Niki. “Nah… let him be surprised.” Niki smirks, eager to find out what exactly is about to happen between Y/n and his friend.

It took Y/n over 10 minutes to find the library, which is honestly impressive considering they don’t think they’ve ever been. By the time they arrive, most of the students are packing up to leave - with lunch nearly over. Y/n’s eyes quickly scan over the room - immediately recognizing a slouched figure sitting at one of the far tables and making their way towards the person.

“Sit up straight.” Y/n mumbles, pressing their hand to the person’s back to straighten out their posture. Jungwon lets out a surprised squeak at the sudden contact, turning around to stare at Y/n with wide eyes.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, watching in both curiosity and confusion as Y/n pulls up a chair next to him. “Can’t I hang out in the library?” Y/n asks in feigned offence, pulling the chips and sandwich out of their bag. “I came to find you, eat these.” They say, placing the food in front of him. Jungwon looks down at the items, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “There’s no eating in the library.” He mumbles, earning an eye roll from Y/n. “Can you not be such a hardass for once?”

Jungwon pouts slightly at the insult, Y/n’s eyes immediately falling to the very slight indent of a dimple on his cheek. They bite their lip in an attempt to hide the teasing smile that’s trying to spread across their face, taking the opportunity to poke their finger gently against his cheek. “I’m trying to be nice Wonnie, would you prefer I go back to calling you names?”

Jungwon feels like his brain has shut off. He wants to calmly explain to Y/n that they technically did just call him names, but with the way they smile at him teasingly and the heat in his face starting to match that of their burning touch, he can’t manage to get the words out.

Where did all of this affection come from? Not that Jungwon is complaining… but the last time he saw Y/n, they made it abundantly clear that they do not like him. Now they’re bringing him food, poking his dimple, calling him Wonnie… the poor guy has no idea what is going on.

“My eyes are up here.” Y/n smirks, snapping Jungwon out of his thoughts. Omg… was he staring? He swears he didn’t mean to! Honestly… he didn’t even realise he was looking in their direction, let alone where his gaze had fallen to.

Jungwon quickly racks his brain for an apology, an excuse, anything to save Y/n from feeling uncomfortable and himself from further embarrassment. But in his haste, he’s not thinking clearly - and a rushed sentence comes out before Jungwon can properly collect his thoughts:

“You’re not in the dress code.”

Y/n has to hold themself back from laughing. “Do you not like it? I thought I looked cute.” Now it’s Y/n’s turn to pout, although this time in a sarcastic way. Jungwon clears his throat awkwardly, avoiding eye contact in an attempt to not make a complete fool of himself.

“Of course, you look… good. But it’s not… y’know… appropriate.” Y/n hums at Jungwon’s words, leaning forward ever-so-slightly to meet his nervous gaze. “Why not?” Y/n asks, the innocent tilt of their head shooting a pang of emotion right through Jungwon’s heart.

Focusing too much on their expression, Jungwon almost misses the way Y/n’s hand gently wraps itself around his wrist. “You’ll tell me, won’t you Jungwon? How else am I supposed to know?” Y/n asks, their hushed voice breaking through the silence around them; Jungwon’s brain latching onto every word.

Testing the waters, Y/n slowly brings Jungwon’s hand up to rest at their bicep. “Is it the arms?” They ask, earning a shake of the head from Jungwon in response. He doesn’t trust his brain to create a coherent response, let alone his voice to be able to express it.

Y/n slides Jungwon’s hand up further to their shoulder, making sure to slip his fingers ever-so-slightly under the fabric of their sweater vest. “The shoulder?” Y/n asks softly, taking note of the redness in Jungwon’s face, which only seems to be increasing. Jungwon’s eyes are locked onto his hand, the gentle pressure of Y/n’s fingers around his wrist keeping his mind from going completely blank. Finally registering Y/n’s words, he shakes his head gently.

“Oh, I think I know.” Y/n says, their volume dropping to one just merely above a whisper. Y/n removes Jungwon’s hand completely before pulling it down at an agonisingly slow pace, watching with delight as Jungwon’s eyes follow their every move.

Finally, Jungwon’s hand comes in full contact with Y/n’s bare waist and Jungwon sucks in a harsh breath at the sudden contact. Their skin is soft. And with the way it feels under his nervous touch, he’s not sure if it’s a dream or a nightmare.

“Is this the problem?” Y/n asks teasingly, removing their hand from around his wrist to instead place it atop his own. Jungwon nods mindlessly. His brain is full of mush - only focusing on the feeling of Y/n’s warm skin beneath his palm and the way their thumb gently runs over the expanse of his knuckles.

The two sit in silence for a short while, Y/n eating up the way Jungwon seems to be almost in a trance-like state. They always knew they could get a reaction out of him - but seeing just how much causes their heart to jump with excitement. This plan is going to be a lot easier than they thought.

“Okay, I won’t wear cropped stuff anymore then.” Y/n speaks suddenly, quickly removing his hand from their waist and snapping Jungwon out of the fuzz. He immediately shoves both hands into his jacket pockets, clearing his throat once again and opting to stare at the ground, rather than look at Y/n.

“Oh crap, I’m late for class. Thanks for your help, Jungwon. Sorry if I interrupted your important president business.” Y/n teases, getting up from their seat and slinging their school bag over their shoulder.

Before leaving, Y/n places their hand on Jungwon’s shoulder, leaning down to whisper into his ear. “You better eat the food I brought you. We wouldn’t want our dear president going hungry now, would we?” Jungwon tenses at the feeling of their breath against his ear but nods nonetheless. Y/n sends him a smile and squeezes his shoulder before leaving the library completely.

Once he’s finally alone, Jungwon buries his head in his hands - finally allowing himself a moment to breathe. He tries to stop the speeding rate of his heart but knows it’ll be a little while before he can regain his focus again. Deciding he should probably take a break, Jungwon looks down at the food that Y/n had left him.

Looking around nervously, he decides that the coast is clear. Jungwon carefully opens the bag of chips - cringing at every crinkle that the packaging makes. He knows there’s no eating in the library… especially something like chips that could get crumbs everywhere. But as he continues to sit there, mind fuzzy after whatever the hell just happened, he finds himself placing one of the chips into his mouth before he can really stop himself. Surely there’s no harm in breaking the rules… just this once.

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Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt26

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“Looks like you two had a productive chat,” Wilford said as Jackie and Marvin went down the hall. He stood outside the examination room, door closed as if he knew they were due to arrive soon.

“We’ll say that,” Marvin said. “Everyone still in there?” He gestured to the door.

“Yep. It’s starting to run out of space in there with Maddy, Mare, and Phan showing up.

“That sounds like a crowded nightmare.” Marvin scrunched his nose.

“Oh, it is.” Wilford clicked his tongue. “I give ol’ Google about a minute until it becomes too much and he’s out here with me. So, before he comes in and shuts my idea down, I’d like to make a suggestion for our current problem.”

“I didn’t hurt them, right?” Jackie asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“The only thing you bruised was Dark’s ego.” Wilford chuckled.

“What a shame,” Marvin said.

“You and Dark will get along eventually. Braid hair and talk about cute boys as you had put it.” Wilford twirled his mustache with a finger.

“You weren’t there when I said that. Did Illinois tell you?”

“Wasn’t I?” Wilford poked his cheek with a hum, lost in thought for a second before just shrugging. “So, my idea-”

“Wait, Did Illinois-”

“-I’m thinking of having Jackie take a nap so he won’t get scared,” Wilford spoke over Marvin as if he hadn’t in the first place. Marvin decided to bite his tongue and save that question for later.

“Take a nap? You mean knock me out?” Jackie’s face showed that he wasn’t the most fond of that idea. “I mean, if you think it’ll make sure no one’s hurt. We’ve had some really close calls before. Like when I nearly kicked Google’s face but his glasses fell off and they got stepped on or the time Anti tried to get my shoulders and I headbutted his-”

“I have an idea as well.” Marvin blurted out. Jackie’s rambling getting the thought to come to mind. “It doesn’t involve cotton candy anesthesia, but if it works, Chase is probably going to kick his own ass for not thinking of it himself.”

“If it doesn’t work, I still vote on letting him nap,” Wilford said.

“Calling it a nap doesn’t make it less scary,” Jackie muttered. The three of them stopped and turned when the door opened. Google stepped out, holding his phone to his ear and pausing at the sight of the others.

“Who ya calling there, Google?” Wilford nearly sang his question.

“No one.” Google quickly answered.

“Hey, Googs!” Bing’s distinctive tone came from the phone.

“Calling Bing?” Wilford continued his singing voice.

“I’m catching him up,” Google stated before walking off, whispering into the phone so he couldn’t be heard.

“How many cans of worms are there with this group?” Marvin asked.

“I don’t have enough fingers to count,” Jackie said. “But that one is actually new to me.”

“I can fill you in later,” Wilford said with a wink.

“Yes, later, because I’m about to tear my own skin off with this dried mud on me.” Marvin walked past Wilford and into the room, hearing footsteps behind him and knowing that it was Jackie following him.

“How are you still moving around caked in that shit?” Phantom asked.

“Pure spite at this point,” Marvin answered. “Now, do we still need blood from me and Jackie?”

“We have several running theories but in order to confirm or disprove them, we’d need a closer look at…” Mad’s sentence trailed off when he just got looked at. “Yes. We do.”

Marvin wasn’t staring at Mad because he was talking too much, he was looking because he noticed something was different about him. He could have sworn Mad’s eyes were a light brown but they were a dark purple and as he changed his sentence, his eye color changed as well, turning to a light orange.

“Your eyes changed,” Marvin said.

“Oh, yeah, they do that. I’ve been wearing brown contacts around you. Everyone else panicked when they saw them the first time and I didn’t want you to do the same. We came over here so fast that I didn’t have time to put them in.” Mad explained, the orange in his eyes getting brighter the more he spoke.

“No need to hide them from me, I think they’re pretty cool,” Marvin said with a kind smile, seeing how the orange started having a redder hue to them as a tint of pink appeared on Mad’s cheeks.

“We should focus on how to fix your and Jackie’s eyes.” Mad was clearly trying to turn the topic away from himself.

“I have a plan. Henrik, do your usual thing to get what you need from Jackie.” Marvin looked over to where Jackie was talking with Illinois and Yancy.

“I’m sorry for freaking out like that,” Jackie said.

“Yous don’t gotta apologize.” Yancy waved a hand.

“Everyone, well almost everyone, has their fears,” Illinois said.

“Quit actin’ like you ain’t scared of something.” Yancy lightly slapped Illinois’ arm with the back of his hand.

“It’s not an act.” Illinois grinned.

“We’ll scare you one day.” Jackie chuckled.

“Ready to try my idea?” Marvin asked, joining the group.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Do I need to like do anything special?” Jackie already looked a bit worried.

“Just sit on the end of the chair, facing that wall.” Marvin gestured to the spot he was talking about.

“Okay?” Jackie followed the direction, watching as Marvin ushered the others to move, getting half of them out of the room and the other half to stay at the edge of the room. Dark looked like he wanted to protest but a quick whispered comment from Wilford got him to just roll his eyes and step aside as instructed.

“I got this part.” Marvin took the disinfecting wipe from Henrik and started cleaning off the crook of Jackie’s arm. “So you know how you’ve been getting me to watch those superhero movies?” He asked Jackie.

“Yeah, we’re gonna watch Into The Spiderverse next.” Jackie sounded confused as he watched Marvin clean him off, toss the wipe aside, and then stand directly in front of him.

“There’s a question I’ve seen online and I need your opinion. Tobey, Andrew, Tom. Who’s the best Spider-Man?” Marvin hoped the question would do what he assumed it would.

“Oh! I’ve seen that talk before!” Jackie perked right up. “Like how sometimes there’s being a really good Spider-Man and being a really good Peter Parker and trying to find a way to do the other way since, like, yeah Peter and Spider-Man are the same person but there’s always the-” He went right into an excited ramble like Marvin had planned. Marvin shot a look at Henrik who thankfully caught on and got to work getting a blood sample while Jackie was distracted. Chase slapped his palm to his forehead, also proving Marvin right that he knew he should have thought of this sooner.

“I think Tom does a younger Spider-Man really well and-”

“This is ridiculous,” Dark muttered as he left the room. “All it took was that.” His mutters continued until he was out of hearing range.

“I think it’s like super cool how he actually has the webbing coming out of him while the others make their own webbing.” Jackie’s spiel continued without missing a beat, Henrik already halfway done with the blood draw at this point.

“I could probably make that stuff,” Mad said.

“You could!?” Jackie turned to look at Mad and Marvin quickly caught his head, both hands on his face and he guided him to look forward again. He was not about to risk him seeing the needle and panicking. Jackie had to take a second to recover from the gesture as Marvin grabbed Mad’s arm and pulled him over to stand beside him.

“How would you make the webbing?” Marvin prompted. Mad perked up just like Jackie had done.

“There’s a lot of different methods we could use. We’d have to account for some variables if Jackie wishes to swing on the webbing.”

“I totally want to swing!” Jackie bounced a bit on his rear while Mad bounced on his feet.

“I’d need your weight to make sure the webbing is at least strong enough to hold that and-” Mad rambled on with Jackie adding his ideas and thoughts. Marvin sighed in relief and sat himself in one of the chairs in the room. Anti chuckled as he moved to stand next to him.

“Looks like you’ve used his rambling to your advantage,” Anti said.

“He’s a lot happier talking about his movie stuff.” Marvin had a smile while watching the two excited men planning a Spider-Man-themed experiment.

“You like seeing him happy.”

“Of course.”

“Isn’t that cute?”

“I will shave your head.”

“All done,” Henrik said, cleaning off the spot and seeing that the small wound already healed by the time it was clean.

“All done?” Jackie echoed, seeing Henrik holding a vial of blood. “All done?” He said again, looking at his arm and then at Marvin.

“All done,” Marvin confirmed, giving Jackie a thumbs-up.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Illinois chuckled. “All it took was a new head to figure this out.”

“Nothing looks different at a surface level.” Henrik committed, beginning his observations. “We’ll need a sample from Marvin next.”

“Could you get that one hair mask you mentioned?” Marvin asked Jackie, seeing him tense up.

“Yep!” Jackie didn’t miss a beat and took off.

“I’ll go bring him some juice.” JJ chuckled, already in the fridge and leaving the room, flashing a quick smile to Wilford as he passed.

“Let me help you.” Wilford offered and followed him.

x~x~x

Marvin used Henrik’s bathroom to wash up while Henrik and Mad studied his and Jackie’s blood. He had to keep the door open and the others kept an ear out just in case there was a problem, thankfully, the shower had gone smoothly.

Marvin didn’t feel any different. Yes, his eyes were still red but nothing felt wrong or off or anything that would raise alarms for him. During the peace of the shower, he did focus on his internal being, and while he felt his own magic, some other magic was in there as well. Maybe that was causing the redness in their eyes.

Right now Marvin and Jackie sat together on the examination chair once more. Jackie needed to do something with his hands or, to quote him, ‘he’d die of boredom’, so he helped Marvin with applying the hair mask. Using a comb to make sure the product got to the roots of his hair. Marvin just went with it since it always felt nice to have someone playing with his hair but also knowing Jackie really needed something soothing to do after all he’s been through today. Physically and mentally.

The other Ipliers were sent home. Dark stayed behind to relay any vital information once everything was done. The crowd was no longer needed since there weren’t any immediate signs of danger. Anti got bored and left and JJ excused himself to finish a task he had been working on before Marvin and Jackie returned.

So it was Jackie, Marvin, Henrik, Chase, Mare, Phantom, Mad, and Dark left in the room. Still plenty of people but at least the crowd shrank somewhat. Marvin was just ready for all this to be done and over with. He was running out of time to get some proper reading done before bed.

“Now can we confirm it was what I said it was since the beginning?” Phantom asked with a huff.

“We have tested everything, so yes,” Henrik said.

“What’s up with us?” Jackie asked, putting the comb down.

“It’s a curse,” Phantom stated.

“A-mother fucker.” Marvin grunted and rubbed his face. “Of course, it’s a curse.”

“Our eyes are cursed?” Jackie scrubbed his eyes with closed fists.

“In a way.” Mare said. “It’s likely a warning of what the new Ego could do. The magic seems similar to what me and Phantom use. Chaos-based with a focus on illusion. We can dispel the curse right now or it’ll fade naturally within a day or two.”

“I should have known it was just a visual curse.” Marvin was annoyed at himself for not catching it sooner. He could probably break the curse on his own but didn’t want to risk misreading it and causing permanent damage. “This is beyond anticlimatic.”

“I’d rather it be something boring than a big problem,” Chase said.

“I wouldn’t say boring,” Mad said. “Like Mare had said, the eyes were simply a warning. A sign that he is capable of altering our bodies. We don’t know the extent that he is capable of.”

“Sorry, but-um-can we fix the eyes while we talk about this?” Jackie asked.

“Dibs on the himbo,” Phantom said before going to Jackie while Mare rolled his eyes and went to Marvin.

“It’ll take no more than ten seconds,” Mare said, holding his hands up and silently asking permission to use his magic on Marvin. Marvin just nodded his understanding and closed his eyes when Mare’s hands held his head, thumbs on his temples, and the rest of his fingers on the sides of his neck.

Dark said something but Marvin couldn’t hear him, focusing on the magic surging through his head. Chaos magic felt like its name. Erratic, loud, fuzzy but there was a strange sense of control to it. A control that had to be formed or the magic would break anything and everything it could reach. The magic danced around before finding the string that connected to the curse and it snapped it. Marvin blinked hard a few times when Mare lowered his hands.

“All clear,” Mare stated.

“I keep forgetting how blue your eyes are.” Phantom chuckled. “Marvin’s got some blue ones too but his are more like sapphire while yours are ocean.”

“Thanks?” Jackie tilted his head.

“That’s interesting,” Mad said softly to himself, his gaze on Marvin and a hint of green showing in his eyes. Marvin was going to ask what Mad meant but was cut off by Dark.

“Now, since that is all done.” Dark picked up his blazer and draped it over his arm. “Myself and the other Ipliers will handle our newest member.”

“But Host said it’s supposed to be Jackie and Marvin.” Chase protested.

“I will need to speak with him about that. We do not crossover like this unless we are creating a new branch. Something is wrong and I will find the solution to it.” Dark turned his neck and cracked it. “Until then. Marvin and Jackie are not to make contact with this new Iplier.”

“We can’t go against-you son-of-a-bitch.” Chase cursed when Dark left without another word. “I am going to shoot his dick off, I swear to God.”

#magicians dont need superheros #marvelsepticeye #veggie writes #the next chapter is going to be a fluff fest #also #here some #to quote a certain fella #looooorrrreeeeee

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