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squirrel-moose-winchester · 5 years ago

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Falling for the Holidays Ch. 24

Title: Falling for the Holidays

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

Word Count: 3525

Summary: With October ending and the holidays underway, that only meant one thing for Dean Winchester. It meant returning to his childhood home and spending time with his family. It meant listening to his parents, especially his mom, ramble on and on about when he was going to find himself a nice girl, bring her home for the holidays, and then eventually get married and have children. However, Dean wasn’t ready for that sort of commitment, so in order to get his family off his back, he comes up with an elaborate scheme! But like the saying goes, “sometimes lies become truths.”

Warnings: Angst, Angst, and more Angst.

A/N: OMG! You guys have no idea how many times I wanted to cut off this chapter just to leave you guys on a cliffhanger, but I’ve found the right spot to leave it at. LOL. I hope you guys like it! I was in the zone for the most part while writing this, but then I had to go to work. I’m excited for y’all to read it!! However, I will warn you that I don’t know anything with how the police deals with things, so if I am way off, I apologize in advance. Also, thank you to everyone leaving feedback and reblogging this fic. You guys are amazing and I appreciate all that you do! This fic is starting to reach more people and I’m getting nothing but positive feedback and it does things to me. It really does motivate me to write and it somehow gets my mind juices flowing! Thank you again for the love and support. You guys are AMAZING! Happy Reading!

Dean raced down to the diner, haphazardly pulling into the parking lot, taking two parking spaces. He stalked towards his mother’s vehicle, noticing the key still in the keyhole. As quick as it was to assume, there was only one thing he could think of…

This was foul play.

“Dean!” Sam jumped out of his rental, rushing over to his brother’s side. Dean didn’t even notice him pull in. “Find anything?”

“Yeah, Mom’s car is still here, which means Y/N should be here too. Mom said that Jody told her that Y/N left the diner, but if she did, then why is the car still her? Something happened to her, Sammy. I can feel it in my gut!”

Sam sighed, running both of his hands through his hair. He had no reasonable explanation. All his logical mind could come up with was that something bad must have happened. No one would leave their key to the car jammed in the keyhole. He took a step back, stumbling over a large rock and falling on his ass. He hissed in pain, glaring at the rock as if it was really its fault. “Stupid ro—” Sam didn’t finish. The words lost as he noticed something…

“Hey, you okay?” Dean asked, offering his brother a hand.

“No, Dean. I mean, yeah, I’m fine, but look.” Sam picked up the rock as he stood, not bothering to dust himself off. “Is that…”

“Blood?” Both brothers said in unison.

“You don’t think…” Sam initiated a thought.

“Fuck. That can’t be hers, can it?” Dean asked.

“I—I don’t know.” Sam was scared. He didn’t want to show it, not wanting to look like a wuss in front of his big brother, but he wanted to puke.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean shouted, catching the attention of people walking by. “I need to talk to Jody,” Dean stated, ripping the key out of the keyhole and shoving it in his pocket, before making a beeline into the food joint.

“Sam, Dean,” Jody smiled brightly as the two entered, but her smile vanished when she noticed the gravity in Dean’s face and the fear in Sam’s. “Hey guys, everything okay?” She asked, stepping back a bit and hitting the empty table behind her as the boys stopped in front of her.

“No,” Dean barked, his voice louder than expected.

“Uh, what Dean means to say is… uh, we were wondering if you seen Y/N come in?” Sam spoke for his brother.

“Okay, first of all, personal space,” she mentioned, hinting to just how close Dean was standing. The green-eyed man cleared his throat and situated a respectable amount of space between them. Jody eyed Dean, wondering if she should be concerned about him or not before answering his question… or rather, Sam’s question. “Yeah, she was here, but she left quite some time ago,” Jody turned to Sam. “Is she not at home? Your mom said she walked in right before we hung up earlier.”

Dean bypassed her question, asking another one of his own. “Was there anyone else here with her?”

Jody’s brows furrowed, confusion forming on her expression. “No, she was alone.”

“No one talked to her or interacted with her in any way?” Dean inquired.

“Other than me, no. None that I know of…” she frowned, observing and trying to read the distressed man in front of her.

“Thanks Jody,” Sam offered, smiling weakly. “C’mon Dean—”

“Actually…” Jody blurted. “Lisa and some guy she used to come here often with were here. Y/N seemed like she knew them.”

“Lisa?” Dean repeated.

“Yeah. Lisa and some British guy. I never really like him,” Jody confessed.

“Ketch…” Dean snarled, his facial features deepening into something one would call, pure hatred. “Thanks for the help Jody, but we have to go,” Dean nodded, turning and heading out the door.

“Thanks Jody. See ya!” Sam called over his shoulder as he chased after his brother. “Dean, wait!”

Sam hopped into the passenger side of Dean’s truck, deciding to leave the rental there. He clutched onto the car handle by his head while his body tensed with fear. Dean was driving fifty in a twenty miles per hour zone. “Where are we going?” Sam asked, gulping.

“To find Lisa…”

Back at the house, Jess and Mary were sitting in the kitchen, each with a cup of tea in front of them, hoping the warm liquid would put them a little at ease. John on the other hand had been waiting outside for Rufus, the town’s Sheriff and retired detective. If there was anyone that could help, it was him for damn sure!

The sound of tires grinding on the driveway signaled his arrival. There were voices coming from outside before the door swung open. Mary sat straight in hopes that Y/N would be walking through the door with Rufus.

“Mary, Rufus is here,” John announced, walking into the kitchen with the Sheriff in tow.

“Rufus, thank you for coming over,” Mary greeted.

“Hi, Sheriff Turner,” Jess waved.

“Now, now. Rufus would do just fine,” he replied to the young blond matched with an assuring smile. “How about we all have a sit down and discuss what exactly happened?”

“Sounds good,” John answered.

Mary smiled, getting up from her seat to fetch Rufus a cup of coffee. As she set it in front of him, he thanked her and took a sip, appreciating the feel of the hot drink soothing down his throat. “That’s some good stuff,” he complimented before getting down to business. “So… according to John, a miss Y/N Y/L/N may be missing?”

“Correct,” Mary answered.

“Alright. John has already sent me a photo, and I’ll admit… Dean’s done good. She’s quite the beauty,” he smiled, trying to alleviate some of the tension in the room.

“Thank you,” Mary offered a small grin.

“Now tell me what happened. Start from the very beginning of the day,” Rufus instructed.

“Yeah, sure,” Mary agreed. “Well, we were all at home and John and I gave Dean some… some news…”

“What kind of news?” Rufus asked, jotting things down in his small black book.

“A paternity test.”

Rufus froze, his once scribbling pen coming to a halt. He glanced up at Mary before averting his eyes to the other two people in the room. “Alright, go on about this paternity test.”

“Okay… uh, you know Lisa Braeden…”

“Oh yeah. She’s the one with the kid— oh… right. Continue.”

“Well, she’s been insistent that Ben is my son’s child. So I… well, I got some DNA and had it tested,” she confessed hesitantly.

“And how did you manage do that? I’d assume if Lisa was trying to convince Dean that he is the father, she wouldn’t allow you to get any form of DNA from the kid if she was lying.”

Jess was enthralled with the drama taking place in front of her. She was listening to a story that could be watch on the LMN channel, except this was real, and the main characters were people she actually knew. “Wow… this has gotten real interesting…” she muttered, unknowingly speaking her thoughts out loud. When everyone looked at her, she flinched, finally realizing what she’s done. “S-sorry.”

Mary inhaled deeply, a little ashamed at what she was about to admit. “The day that Y/N ran away back to Dallas and Dean went after her. Lisa stopped by worried and asked about Dean. That time, she had Ben with her and I saw this as my opportunity. I offered Ben some milk and cookies and well… when they left, I saved the cup and brought it to the hospital in hopes it was enough to get a bit of his DNA. And getting Dean’s DNA… that was easy. I just used his toothbrush.”

“I see…” Rufus said as he wrote more down in his notebook. “Well that answers that. What else happened today? What happened when you told Dean about the results?”

“Obviously, Dean was confused at first and then he was furious, but Y/N was there to keep him under control. We left them to themselves, letting Y/N take over, and when Dean was relaxed, we went to eat at Singer’s for lunch. It was great up until we were leaving.”

“What happened when you were leaving?” Rufus prompt.

“Lisa showed up,” Jess jumped in, rolling her eyes. “She got Dean fired up pretty quick.”

“Did anything happen? Any altercations I need to know about?”

“Y/N slapped Lisa in the face in the parking lot. That was pretty great,” Jess chuckled, missing the way Mary and John looked at her. Mary was a little apprehensive, but John had a small smirk on his face. He was damn proud of that moment too.

“And why would Y/N do that?” Rufus questioned, taking his eyes away from his book.

“Because Lisa wouldn’t tell the truth,” John answered. “Dean kept asking for the truth and when Lisa continued to lie, Y/N lost her shit.”

“John,” Mary smacked her husband’s chest, disapproving of his usage of the English language.

Rufus laughed lightly at the couple. “It’s alright Mary. I’ve heard worse. Hell, I tend to use a bit of profanity when I do the job. But I usually save it for those rotten teenagers and all the drunk assholes I have to deal with. Anyway, please, continue.”

“That’s pretty much it. We came home from lunch, Dean and Y/N were up in their room, Sam and Jess were in theirs, I took a nap, and I believe Mary was gonna do some baking,” John shrugged.

“But then Y/N came down saying she forgot her bag at the diner, so I let her take my car,” Mary added, “and well, she hasn’t been back since. I called Jody but she said that Y/N had already left. I didn’t want to worry her so I told her Y/N just walked in and that everything was fine before hanging up.”

“Well, that’s a good place to start. The diner,” Rufus nodded, closing his book.

“Wait—” Jess jumped in, all eyes falling on her. “There was also someone else there.”

“Who?” Rufus asked.

“Um, a friend of Y/N. I think his name was… Kent? Kutcher? I can’t remember, it started with a K,” Jess scrunched her brows trying to think of his name.

“Oh. Ketch!” Mary piped.

“Yes! That’s it, Ketch!” Jess cheered, glad to know that she wouldn’t have that nagging itch in the back of her mind as she tried to recall the damn name. “I think I heard Dean say something about how he was a stalker or something. But that Ketch guy said was spending Christmas with his family who lives in town, which is why he’s here.”

“Ketch, huh?” Rufus jotted the name in his book. “Okay. I’m going to make a quick call, and then I’m going to head over to the diner, ask the staff a few questions and I’ll give you a call if I find anything.”

“Thank you for your time Rufus. I appreciate it. I know you’re a busy man,” John smiled, shaking the Sheriff’s hand.

“If by busy you mean signing papers and eating doughnuts all day, then yeah. I’m one busy man,” he joked, everyone in the room laughing. “You folks have a good afternoon. Give me a call if you get any news from Y/N or anything relating to her.”

With one final wave, and once the door was closed, Rufus rushed over to his truck with the Police Department Logo on it, along with the words, Sheriff. There was something about that name. Ketch… he’s sure he’s heard that name before. It had been a long time ago, but he was positive he knew it. He pulled out his phone calling the office.

“Howdy Sheriff!” His deputy greeted.

“Andy, I need you send out an MP report for a Y/N Y/L/N. I’m sending you the picture right now. Also, I want you to check the name Ketch for me in the database. Anything that pops up, let me know, no matter how old. You got that?”

“Got it Sheriff.”

“Once you find something, you call me. This is your priority, nothing else you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright, get to work. I’ll be in later.”

While Dean was speeding down the streets, he took his phone out, pressing your number, which was the first one on his favorites list. “Dean, should you really be on the phone right now?” Sam asked, fearing for his life, but Dean didn’t acknowledge him. He was too busy lost in his own raging thoughts and trying to get a hold of you.

Your phone lit up and Lisa’s eyes went wide when she saw Dean’s name on the screen. “D-Dean’s calling!” She panicked. “And Y/N is still asleep!”

Ketch glared at her. “Just leave it. But we need to get out of here. I’m sure he’ll be heading this way. No doubt that the waitress gave him a bit of information. Bela, how far do you live from here?” He asked.

“About fifteen minutes away.”

“Good, let’s go,” he instructed, taking you in his arms.

“What about Ben?” Lisa asked.

Ketch groaned, completely forgetting about him. “That kid is a nuisance,” he commented, conspicuously aggravated.

“Hey, he’s still your kid too, whether you like it or not,” Lisa barked, her Mama Bear instincts kicking in. “Ben is a good kid. No, he’s a great kid. And if anything, he’s too good for you. You don’t deserve to have a son like Ben. You don’t deserve kids at all!”

“I don’t care” Ketch let out with a frustrated breath.

“I wish I never met you,” Lisa gritted her teeth.

“Again… I don’t care.”

“Dean is a better man than you’ll ever be. He may be pissed at me right now, and he may hate me forever, but he will always be the man I wished was Ben’s real father—” Lisa strode up to Ketch, glaring him down. “And Y/N… I can’t believe you fell for her. After today, she will never give you a second look,” she spat, getting into his face as mush as she could with you still in Ketch’s arms.

“Like I said…” he put you back down on the couch, “… I don’t care. I’ve never cared about you or Ben. The only reason I hadn’t killed either of you yet is because the authorities are looking for me,” Ketch revealed, towering over Lisa as he pressed his chest to hers.

“What are you talking about?” She asked, stepping backwards, bumping into Bela as she went.

“You should really be careful when it comes to people. You can never really judge a book by its cover,” he smirked, stalking over to the two women.

“Stay back or else!” Bela shouted.

“Or else what? What could you possibly do to me? I’ve got—” suddenly, there was a click and Ketch froze.

“I said, stay back!” Bela snapped, drawing a gun and pulling back the safety lock.

Ketch eyed the weapon, confusion washing over his face. “Is that—how—” he was at a lost for words. He had no idea how they could have managed to get his gun, until he remembered his little square off with Lisa. “Clever aren’t we?” Ketch scoffed. “Who knew you had it in you,” he scoffed, glaring at Lisa.

“Don’t underestimate us,” Lisa sent him dirty looks.

“Do you even know how to use it? Have you ever even held one those before?” He teased.

“Aim and shoot, that’s pretty much it, right? Besides, I may have grown up pampered, but my father had his hobbies and I happened to pick up a few skills because of it,” Bela grinned. “Now, tell us who you really are?”

Dean cursed when he reached your voicemail time and time again. “Son of a bitch!” He cussed, banging his hands on the steering wheel.

“Dean, calm down. Don’t worry. Y/N is going to be fine. What’s the worse that can happen? Lisa is harmless,” Sam tried to coax his brother.

“It’s not Lisa I’m worried about, it’s Ketch. I don’t know anything about the guy. He could be some sick psychopath for all I know! Not to mention, he’s got a thing for Y/N!”

Rufus reached Singer’s Diner, waving to some of the community members as he walked in. He took his usual seat at the bar and Jody walked up. “Hey there Sheriff, the usual?” She smiled, her hospitality and customer service always at top notch.

“Ah, no, not today. I’m actually on the job,” he returned her kind gesture. “I was hopping I could talk to few of the staff members, starting with you.”

Worry flooded back onto Jody’s face. “Has this anything to do with Dean’s girlfriend, Y/N?”

“How’d you know?”

“Dean and Sam came in here guns blazing asking if Y/N was in here. I told them that she left. I also told them that Lisa and some other fella was in here and that they seemed to be acquainted.”

“Okay. Did you actually see Y/N leave?”

“Yeah, I watched her walk out the door.”

“But did you see her get in her car and leave?” Rufus interrogated.

“No. I just assumed she got in and left. When I was talking to Mary on the phone, she said Y/N had just walked in.”

Before Rufus could ask another question, his phone started ringing. “Sorry, I have to get this,” Rufus excused himself, seeing his deputy’s name lighting up the screen. “What is it Deputy?”

“Ah, Sheriff, I found some files on the name you gave me. Seems like a real bag guy.”

“Great, I’m just gonna finish up and head back to the station. Leave the files on my desk.”

“Sure thing.”

“Andy, hey!”

“Yeah, Sheriff?”

“Is there a picture of this guy?” He asked.

“There is, but it’s only a sketch from a witness. Uh, Pastor Jim. Want me to send it to you?”

“Yeah, that would be great.”

“Alright Sheriff, I’ll do that right away.”

“Good job Deputy.”

When Rufus hung up, Jody still standing in her spot. “Everything okay?” she wondered out loud.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything is fine. I actually have a picture I want to show you, it’s just a sketch, but it should do the trick. I just want you to validate that this man was the one with Lisa. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, of course. If it means I can help, then yeah.”

Rufus’s phone dinged just in time. He pulled up the message with the sketch and showed it to Jody. “Is this the man you saw with Lisa Braeden?”

Jody scanned the photo and instantly recognized him. “Yes. He’s changed a little. Older looking, fuller face, wider chest, but if I had to make a connection, then yeah. That’s him.”

That was the only confirmation he needed. “Thank you for your time, Jody. I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early for my usual,” he gave her a friendly smile before heading off.

As he stepped out heading over to his truck, he noticed a familiar car parked near the end of the parking lot. He hadn’t seen it earlier due to the fact that there was another car blocking it at the time, but he knew that was Mary’s car. His eyes narrowed, before making his way over. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, except for the fact that the girl who was supposed to be driving it wasn’t anywhere to be found.

Rufus let out a frustrated sigh. He had to get back to the office and read up on the files that were waiting for him. As he pivoted to head to his truck, he tripped on the same large rock Sam did earlier. “Dammit,” Rufus hissed. “What the hell is a giant rock doing here?!” He grumbled, kicking it, but as he did, he noticed the stain covering it. “God dammit!” He exclaimed, jumping to his feet and returning to his truck.

Going over a little passed the speed limit, he made to the police station in record timing. He barged into the station, ignoring everyone that tried to greet him. Upon entering his office, he saw the thick file sitting on his desk with the name Arthur Ketch.

He opened the file and the first thing he sees is the witness account sketch, then multiple news articles, followed by stolen artifacts, murder reports, and a claims from previous investigations from different states and countries.

He definitely heard of Arthur Ketch before. Arthur ketch was a young mastermind, talented in what he did. He sold things on the black market. Stealing ancient artifacts, one of a kind jewelry, sculptures, and all sorts of other things. He did what ever it took to obtain them. Manipulation, murder, bribery, you name it, he’s most likely done it. One thing was for sure… that man was dangerous.

Gathering everything he’s gained under his arm, Rufus called John Winchester.

“Hello?” John answered.

“John, we need to find Y/N and your boys ASAP.”

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moonboyyuto · 5 years ago

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Heartstrings - part 8

“A...game?” You asked.

“Yeah, a game,” he said. “I’m gonna test you on how well you know your chords. I’ll shoot out the name of the chord, and you play it for me. If you do well, I might just reward you.” He ends with a sly smile.

“Uh, I guess we can do that,” you said hesitantly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you if you need it. You ready to start?” He asks you.

“S-sure.” You start to get nervous.

“Okay y/n. We’ll start out easy. Play me the Em chord.”

You successfully play the two finger chord with ease.

He smiles and you and claps his hands. “See, not so bad. Now play the C chord.”

It takes you a while to get your fingers in the correct spots, but you manage to play it correctly.

He looks at you with proud eyes. “Now I know you had trouble the last time with this one, but try playing the D chord.”

You start to smile. He has no idea you practiced that chord a lot since you’ve last seen each other. You strum it like its second nature.

“Babe! I’m so proud of you!” The term of endearment that comes out of his mouth shocks you. He then plants a sweet and soft kiss on your lips. “That’s for making me proud. You really are practicing.”

You blush. “Thank you handsome. Was that my reward?”

“There’s more to it...you’ll see,” he teases.

“Wha-what?” You look confused, unsure what he has planned.

You two continue to play the game, and you do really well with the simple chords he throws out at you.

“So y/n,” he suddenly asks. “Have you tried playing any songs with these chords?”

“Oh god no,” you chuckle. “Well, I did try to play Knockin’ On Heavens Door by Bob Dylan since that seemed easy to play, but my strumming always felt off.”

“Ah yes. That was one of the first songs I learned. Why don’t you try it for me?” He asked you.

“You heard what I sai-“

“Try it. I told you, I won’t make fun of you. I’m here to help you.” He then looks you straight in the eye as you feel him caress one of your thighs, the caring gesture makes your face flush.

“Yuto I- okay,” you give in. “Can I bring my phone out to look at the chord progressions and strumming patterns?”

“Yes, that’s okay,” he nods.

You google the song and find a website with the chord progressions and strumming pattern. He counts you off. “5, 6, 7, 8.”

You start off the first line of the song okay, then you mess up your strumming. You warned him. You weren’t sure if you messed up due to being nervous because you’re playing in front on him, or the inexperience. There’s a look of pure disappointment on your face.

“Y/n. Honey. It’s okay! Here, let me play it for you.”

He plays a couple test strums to make sure his guitar is in tune.

“It’s been a while since I played this song. You still have the google link up?” Yuto asked.

You nodded and slid the phone over his way.

“Ah yes. I remember it now,” Yuto says confidently. “Now pay attention to my strumming hand while I play. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He starts. He plays it perfectly as you watch his strumming hand play the pattern effortlessly like he asked. Just then, he cleared his throat...oh...oh no. He’s not gonna-

To your surprise, he starts to sing while playing.

Mama take this badge from me

I can't use it anymore

It's getting dark too dark to see

Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, eh yeah

Your mouth goes completely agape and the look on your face can only be described as complete shock. His deep voice matches the song beautifully. He’s got a great singing voice too...is he real? You can’t even pay attention to anything else but his voice echoing in your apartment.

He stops playing. “Hey there, catching flies over there? You alright? Babe?” The questions bring you back to reality.

“Uhhhhhh. You...can sing?” The shocked look on your face remains.

“Oh,” he blushes slightly. “I’m flattered. I’ve been practicing that too. My deep voice is a hiderance though, I have difficulty singing a lot of songs.”

You can’t help yourself. You hold his chin in your hand and give him a deep kiss. “Yuto. Honey. Your voice is AMAZING. I’m shocked really. Does anyone else know?”

The sudden question surprises him. “Uh. Um. No. Just you.”

“Just...me?”

“Yeah. I told you I’d reward you. To be honest with you, that made me nervous as all hell. But I’m glad you liked it,” he said shyly.

“Of course I liked it Yuto. I..really like you. The time we spend together, us bonding over music, I really like where this is going with us. I’m so glad I stepped out of my comfort zone and agreed for my friend to give my number to their brother to give to you. I usually don’t do that but something about it felt right.”

“Y/n. I feel the same way about you. I really like you. The way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you easily blush, and how encouraging you are. I could keep going. I was skeptical about moving into a new town, but I’m glad I did because I was able to meet you.”

His confession turns you into a big softie. “Yuto? Can we just lay on the floor and cuddle? Or we could move it to the couch?”

He doesn’t even hesitate. He takes his guitar off his lap and lays down on the couch, motioning you to come over. You also take your guitar off your lap. You walk over to the couch. Yuto positioned himself on his back, and you crawled above him. You get comfortable and lay your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. At this point, you realize it’s late.

“Yuto...you do realize it’s almost 1am. I don’t wanna seem like I’m cutting this short, but if you want to leave you ca-“

Yuto interrupts you. “Baby. I’m not going anywhere. I’m enjoying cuddling with you. Unless you want me to go.”

“No no no,” you respond quickly. “Please don’t leave.”

“Good.” He kisses your forehead.

His cute gesture makes you grin. “Uh babe? Can I ask for a favor?” You ask.

“What’s that?”

“Can you sing again?”

He smiles. “Only for you. Any requests?”

“Yes. How about a Sirup song? I haven’t heard your native tongue from you yet. I really like ‘LMN’ from him.”

“Ah, how fitting. Sure thing.”

He clears his throat, then starts to sing.

Living in the moment now

Let's get together all the time

Baby どうしたの？

楽しそうにゃ見えないよ

肩の力抜いて時に身を任せて

Baby Life goes on

世界なんて君次第

ただ想いに従って

好きなように踊って

God how you loved his singing voice. His voice in his native tongue is great too. So soothing. Paired with the vibrations you felt from laying on his chest, you were lulled to sleep. When he noticed you had fallen asleep, he kissed the top of your head and moments later he had fallen asleep too. The two of you slept soundly the entire night on the couch. ❤️

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oohfluffy · 6 years ago

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LMN Ch.16 | OSH

Group: EXO

Member: Oh Sehun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Writer!AU | Neighbor!AU

Word Count: 1,906

✎ Chapter 16: Before I Leave ✎

"Who the hell is Kookie?"

Chanyeol plopped on his bed with a book, planning to study his ass off because you said so. Sehun kept on questioning him who was the guy you talked to last night.

"I told you it was her childhood friend!" Chanyeol exclaimed as he flipped the pages of his book, still grumpy about how you told him to study until the weekend.

"Just her childhood friend?" Sehun mumbled as he sat next to his best friend, taking out his phone to play games since Chanyeol's being a good brother.

Chanyeol stopped reading for a moment as he sensed something from his best friend's voice. Was it jealousy or something? He's getting curious and nervous at the same time.

It's not impossible to fall for you after all.

You're hardworking, pretty, mature, intelligent, a good sister and daughter, kind and everything nice. Anyone can fall for Chanyeol's noona.

"Bro, tell me honestly." He started, leaning his back on the headboard as Sehun turned to him. "Do you like my noona?"

Sehun's eyes widened as if he was caught stealing Chanyeol's gummy bears. He sat up straight as Chanyeol squinted his eyes on him.

"D-Dude, what the hell." Sehun mumbled as he looked away. Chanyeol sighed in relief, closing his eyes as his heart beats faster.

"Whoo. I thought you like her." Chanyeol mumbled as he got back in reading their upcoming lessons. "I'm not just worried for her, man. I'm worried for every guy who will like her or even love her."

Sehun didn't bring his phone down as Chanyeol spoke, just staring at the screen with a blank face.

"Why though?" He asked, pretending to be typing things on his phone. Chanyeol breathed out a sigh before explaining.

"Well, noona's leaving anyway. They still won't last forever."

It was true but Sehun didn't like it.

"You know, I've been such an overprotective younger brother to her and Chanhee. Every guy who tried to court her before when we were still in elementary, I always stood in front of noona and threatened the guy." Chanyeol chuckled as he remembered your embarrassed face those days.

"I figured you were. You're still overprotective though." Sehun commented, smiling as Chanyeol grinned to himself proudly.

"I continued being her bodyguard until Jaebum hyung came along and stole her heart, successfully beating the wall that I've made around noona." Chanyeol huffed as he played with the pages of his book.

"Jaebum? Her ex?" Sehun curiously asked as he can't help but to put down his phone and listen eagerly.

"Yep. They actually broke up almost 4 months ago."

"I-Is it because of her sickness?" Sehun hesitated asking but did it anyway. Chanyeol sadly nodded, his eyes focused on his book.

"He was a good guy though. I was finally glad someone would really take care of noona for me. Someone who would protect her whatever happens but..." Chanyeol shook his head before turning to his best friend. "...nothing could ever work for them if noona's gonna leave soon."

Sehun's heart shattered as he thought of you disappearing and leaving all of them with tears in their eyes. His heart ached as he imagined your eyes closing and never opening ever again.

He couldn't take it.

"Sehun?"

Sehun blinked as Chanyeol looked at him worriedly.

"Were you that moved by their love story?" Chanyeol tried joking as he saw his friend's tearful eye but Sehun just stared at him. "You're gonna cry."

As the words slipped from Chanyeol's mouth, the tears that unconsciously welled up in Sehun's eyes fell on his cheeks.

"Shit." Sehun cursed as he wiped his cheeks. He was startled that he didn't even realize he was tearing up.

"Are you sure you don't like noona?"

Sehun stopped moving for a while as Chanyeol furrowed his eyebrows at him. He shook his head and curved his lips into a forced smile.

"I don't like your noona, Yeol."

"Good 'cause I don't want you hurting too, bro. It'll be painful. Jaebum hyung's lucky that noona broke up with him before he even knows about it. He'll probably be scarred forever if ever she didn't." Chanyeol reached for his pen on his bedside table and started scribbling on his book.

"Noona's a good person." Sehun blurted out as he stared at the clock, painfully watching how the time quickly passed by.

"Yeah, she is." Chanyeol sadly smiled as he continued writing notes.

"So..." Sehun started, slightly nibbling on his lower lip. "...this childhood friend, Jungkook, when did you meet him?"

"Jungkook hyung is on the same age as noona. They were actually called the Childhood Sweethearts in our neighborhood before." Chanyeol reminisced as he licked his lips, too focused on his writing that he didn't notice how Sehun frowned and gripped on his phone tight. "I actually like him for noona before when there's still no Jaebum hyung in her life. We've known Jungkook hyung since we were kids."

"Where's he then? He left?"

"He left when his mother died and his father remarried after two years, taking him to America. Noona really liked it when he's around, she always smiles that I even imagined hearts around her." Chanyeol slightly laughed as he remembered your young self.

While Chanyeol kept on telling Sehun about how compatible his noona and Jungkook hyung, the other just frowned deeper.

"I've had enough, Yeol. You can go back to studying." Sehun snapped at him as he stood up, slipping his phone into the pocket of his shorts.

"But I was just getting to the good part—"

"Shut up or I'll call noona!" Sehun threatened as he opened the door. Chanyeol quickly shut his mouth and continued reading, making Sehun scoff.

Sehun walked back to your room, not bothering to knock and found you sleeping on your desk. Your laptop's still open and in stand-by while your arms are crossed as your back leaned on the chair. His lips lifted into a soft smile as he gazed at you.

He silently walked inside and closed the door without a noise. He walked towards your bed and brought your pink warm blanket to you. He slowly covered your upper body with it and made sure it won't fall. As he was arranging the blanket quietly, his eyes stopped on your face.

Your pinkish lips were slightly parting as you evenly breathed in and out. Your eyelashes slightly touching your upper cheeks. Your glasses slightly sliding down from your nose bridge.

Sehun brought his hand, leaning closer to your face as he slowly took off your glasses. He carefully put it down on the desk, his eyes not leaving you.

Sehun let his hand faintly caressing your pinkish cheek, observing just how beautiful you look even when you're asleep. He traced the outline of your face until his hand drifted to your parted lips.

Sehun's totally tempted.

"Aish." He silently groaned in frustration, pulling his hand away from your face and standing up straight. "Damn it."

Even though he really wanted to just press his lips against yours and feel the softness and warmth of your lips, Sehun respected you a lot.

He didn't want to treat you like the girls he's been with.

You're special to him.

"Mmm." You mumbled in your sleep as you nuzzled in the blanket more. Sehun's eyes softened at the sight.

"Have a good nap, noona." He said before walking to the window but suddenly stopped when he touched the handle.

She might get colder when I open the window. It's windy outside.

He looked between you and the window before smiling to himself. He silently walked back to the door and went out.

"I'll take the front door this time."

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"Jungkook took a flight from LA to Seoul?! Like today?" You exclaimed excitedly as your mother talked to you. She nodded and smiled at how happy you are.

"Yes, honey. He'll be here probably tomorrow."

You're not just happy.

You're ecstatic.

Jungkook has been your friend since you were 12. He left when he was 17, two years after his mother died. His father married another woman and flew to America with him. It has been a long time since you last saw each other.

"Someone's happy." Chanyeol's deep and hoarse voice was heard as he walked down the stairs while scratching the back of his head.

"Kookie will be here tomorrow!" You squealed before drinking from your glass of milk. Chanyeol sat down beside you and reached for the cereal box.

"Oh? Really? That's fast." Chanyeol commented as he sleepily put cereal and milk in his bowl.

"I know, right?" You grinned as you munched on your rice cake. Ga-in was preparing her things at the counter.

Your mother was going out to the market again. You tried stopping her from going again but she really wanted to get out. You thought that she must be bored in the house and needs some time outside, so you let her.

"I'll be back before you know it. Guard the house, okay? Text me or your father if you'll head out."

When your mother got out, you stood up and brought your plate on the sunk. You glanced at Chanyeol and saw him staring at his empty bowl.

"You know you can put more cereal, right? There's still more." You chuckled as you turned to the sink and started washing the dishes.

"Is your story done, noona?" You heard your younger brother asked from the dining table.

"Well, I'm ending Chapter 24 tonight. I'll probably pass it by next week if I finish everything today and review everything tomorrow until Saturday."

"Will the book get published before New Year?"

You laughed at Chanyeol's question.

"That's just 5 days from now, Yeol! That's too fast!" You shook your head in disbelief as you carefully rinsed the bubbles off of the dishes. You heard a chair being moved noisily, making you roll your eyes, knowing Chanyeol will make you do his dishes.

"You'll still be here after it got published, right?"

Now, his question threw you off guard.

The glass slipped from your hand and fell on the sink, luckily not breaking. Chanyeol put down his bowl beside the sink and gently pushed you away, so he can do it instead.

"Go and finish your book, noona. I'll do the dishes for you." Chanyeol flashed a smile at you before turning to the sink again. You just stood behind him with your hands still wet.

Chanyeol never liked washing the dishes.

But he's currently doing it for you.

Something's wrong and you knew what it is.

You slowly reached for the towel on the counter and wiped your hands. You walked back to Chanyeol and leaned your head on his back.

He stopped moving as he felt your head behind him.

"I will finish it today, Yeol." You mumbled as you closed your eyes. You felt his shoulder shuddered, indicating he's preventing himself to cry.

"My book will get published before I leave, I promise that."

You felt him nodding as he continue washing the dishes, making you pull away from him. You heard him sniffing and coughing as he washed the dishes.

You slowly walked upstairs and went into your room with the stronger determination and inspiration to finish your book.

I'll give it my all before I leave.

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❥ Ch.17

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sunnydawn444 · 7 years ago

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Practicing the Art of "Your Opinion of Me is None of My Business!"

I’ve been criticized for how I look and dress.

I’ve had people tell me I am doing the devil’s work.

I’ve had people say that I am a fake and a fraud.

I’ve had people be downright hurtful and nasty…

and not “KNOW” a thing about me.

And… I have felt devastated, worthless and powerless.

How about you?

I’m sure you can relate, right?

I’ve also had people tell me I have saved their life.

I’ve had people share with me their deepest darkest secrets and find hope and possibility in our conversations.

I’ve cried with people in their sorrow, and laughed with them in their joy.

I have had people invite me into their most intimate life experiences.

and love me unconditionally…

And, I have felt appreciated, accepted and loved.

How about you?

I bet you can relate to this too.

So, what do we focus on, the pain or the pleasure?

The acceptance or the judgment?

The connection or the competition?

Where do you spend the most time?

Listening to the criticisms, or compliments?

What if it is all just Opinion?

What if we could just hear what people think or feel or say, and not take it personally. What if we could KNOW that whatever they think, or feel, or say… is about them … not truly about us? What if the opinion you valued and listened to was within you?

What if?

Here are two personal examples that I have received … both opinions of me … and my work. One as a witness/an observer and one as a experiencer. Two different sides of the fence.

Here’s one article that was written about the TV show I starred in in 2014. Many of you saw the show … and had your own opinions/feelings about it. Here is what this gal Lily thought about me and the show. This was an article that was online as a review of the show. PS: If you didn’t see the show, I am the medium.

A Séance With Lisa Rinna Explains A Lot About Lisa Rinna

by Lily

The medium’s slightly overlong French-manicured toenails were not even the worst thing about LMN’s A Séance With… Lisa Rinna. The worst thing was the depiction of actual loved ones (by SkyMall catalog models) in segments that could easily be cut into Tim & Eric’s Awesome Show Great Job without a ripple in the comic sensibility.

But don’t you come to me with acrylic French-manicured toenails and tell me you can talk to spirits, because as far as I can tell you’re having trouble reading the desires and regrets of the living; never mind the deceased. While I loved the avant-garde hilarity, upon considering these were real deceased loved ones, the dramatic reenactments with the footage blown out and filtered a spooky blue and underscored with banshee whoops suddenly felt weirdly glib.

Sunny Dawn Johnston, tell the passel of editors and producers in charge of this fiasco that we don’t need horror movie stings and rapid-fire additive dissolves when revisiting people’s loved ones, okay? These are actual people who did not get a chance to sign off/profit from you putting words in their mouth, postmortem.

Moreover if we’re going to keep a straight face while watching you hunker down in the yoga studio that passes as a sacred space for Lisa Rinna, lighting massive vanilla pillar candles and squeaking around on foam yoga mats and scrawling in your Book of Shadows with the rounded writing of a middle schooler playing M.A.S.H., at least spare us the jump scares. Creepy ghost fun is not why anyone is at your séance.

Lisa Rinna is at your séance because she wants to find out the truth about her deceased sister, and you are at your séance to helpfully reveal the truth is what she thought it was all along, and we are watching your séance to laugh about how angry Lisa gets that the spirits seem more interested in her two normal friends than her.

Lisa Rinna got genuinely insulted that she wasn’t popular with the dearly departed. A true performer, Lisa gets awfully cold when the spotlight slides off her taut frame, as Sing Your Face Off taught us many times over.

She’s the real deal, folks.

But Sunny Dawn, insofar as your bullshit show goes: we all basically know how editing works and likewise we know somewhere in Burbank there’s 8 hours worth of footage on a cutting room floor of you getting shit wrong and asking leading questions.

We also know there are PRECIOUS FEW facts humans can just intuit. As far as stranger danger goes, yeah, trust your instincts, but have you ever just “felt” that you’re full of mitochondria? Have you “sensed” the Pythagorean Theorem? The truth and what you feel, Sunny Dawn, are two very different things.

If you’re dealing with someone 100% guided by/paid for their intuition, just know you’ve gotten off the Fact Train and you’re now at Fantasy Station, right at the edge of Bullshit Falls. Don’t stay too long.

2.This is an email I received a couple of days after I did a group reading, called Spirit Talk (which I do monthly), online for a group of about 40 people. This lady was watching online from Canada when she asked her question and I responded with the messages I received.

I asked my questions online and she answered me as one of the chosen questions.

I feel beyond grateful for her words and telling me my Bryce is ok. Bryce passed away at 11 years old suddenly and tragically from what we now know by a game “The Choking Game” ~ in the first few hours there was question if it was a suicide as there was mass confusion on why he was sitting straight up on floor, but its since been determined with more facts to this game.

Sunny was so bang on with all her answers to my questions if he was scared, fearful or in pain. I didn’t even ask but she answered it for me.

I have HUGE Mom guilt that I somehow missed this after thinking we were so so close and could talk about anything. Now he died from it.

We, his father and I, have made it a mission to help spread awareness about The Choking Game to all and any whom will listen; and again, without asking, Sunny said she had seen this, in her own words of course.

I am really trying to move forward from this tragic event and continue to fullfill my life purpose with Bryce gone. And I’m just really seeking how does one do that. Sunny helped with some direction.

Sunny also mentioned Bryce being with another child. Shivers. Only Child, also correct.

Bottom line. Please see that Sunny helped one Mom In Calgary, Alberta, Canada tonight with her words more then she will ever know. I literally was shaking, and in tears with her words.

Sincerely, more grateful then my words could EVER express, Kerri

P.S. She mentioned Bryce to be quite the character and know he was all that in life and more. I’ve enclosed his pic but I’m sure she has seen him.

So, my point is not …

to not give a shit about anyone or anything.

My point is …

to not let what other people think about you or what you do … hold you back from being WHO YOU ARE, and doing what you are meant to do! This is not an “in your face” bitchy response, but instead knowing who you are … and what is yours. When you have confidence, you don’t let the opinions of others, good or bad, affect WHO YOU ARE and how you feel about yourself. When you know you, the opinions of others don’t raise you up and they don’t bring you down. They are just information about someone else’s perception. And … it is all ok:)

There’s another very important piece to this… that I want to make sure I address …

What people think or don’t think about you … is simply their opinion … and everyone is entitled to their own experience of this world and all that is in it.

AND …

The way you react to it is about YOU!

Do you ever notice how sometimes, what people say doesn’t bother you at all, and other times it’s like a punch in the stomach?? LISTEN deeply to what you feel when the people are saying whatever the people are saying … if it strikes a cord in you, hits a button, or creates some resistance WITHIN YOU ... there is something within you to look at, to heal, to release. If you have a reaction to what they are saying, first of all, you are taking it personally, second of all … there is more work to do within … That’s all. Don’t make it any bigger than that … Don’t get into judgment of yourself, or blame of the other person … There is just some healing, some releasing or some letting go to do. THAT’S all. If there wasn’t something to heal, you wouldn’t feel the energy rise up within you … AND … Isn’t it great (smiling) that this person’s words, actions, thoughts or opinions have created within you an awareness that you have some healing to do?

I, for one, have learned over the years that I will never be able to please everyone. It’s simply not possible … and the reality is … it’s not my job.

It’s probably not your job either … and if you have been assigned or assigned yourself that role, maybe it is time to take on a new one?

Once I was able to truly learn that, I could finally let go of their opinions about me … and more importantly, when I am not able to let go of them (which still happens from time to time, but man is it few and far between) I can look within to see which part of me needs some healing. I don’t have to judge it, blame it, or get angry or hurt. I can just observe it with love and recognize, “Oh, there’s a little more work to do in that area. THANK YOU for the awareness!” THAT’S IT!

CHALLENGE OF THE WEEK

So, what do you say we focus this next week on really observing how we react to other people’s opinions? Be a witness to the experience you have when someone shares an opinion, good or bad, and how you think or feel about it. Notice if it raises you up or brings you down. Notice the power you give it. If you feel a reaction within you … just observe it and ask, “Where is it that I need some healing around this subject?” Do some journaling, share here in the comments and let spirit guide you to the next step. What do you say? Are ya in? Share in the comments below as you have the awareness and experiences and lets support each other with this Challenge of the Week!!!

This can be the beginning of absolute FREEDOM my friend! That’s certainly been my experience:)

Blessings of love and light to you my friend – SDJ♥

By the way… If you struggle in this area, I can help you. Check out my Soul Food with Sunny community or my personal one-on-one retreats or VIP DAYS where we can work together to heal that old story and create what you truly want. You can also check out my 6 month mentoring program or email me about other mentoring options not listed (I have a couple of spots open) if you feel like that would be a good fit for you.

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azarluck · 8 years ago

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Question Time! ~~~

Was tagged by @relatethefeels & decided I needed to be more active and answer a bunch of questions just cause I want too. Also I miss you & sorry I'm not anymore. I’m actually invested in two other accounts. If you want, message me and I’ll let you know what they are! <33 Still my besets Tumblr friend though! ^^

1. selfie: Sorry. No selfie allowed! <3 2. what would you name your future kids? Farris, Crystal, Lily, and Axel. 3. do you miss anyone? I miss my sister, friends, and mom. 4. what are you looking forward to? Seeing my BF tomorrow. :D 5. is there anyone who can always make you smile? Friends, Family & BF. 6. is it hard for you to get over someone? Hell yea. 7. what was your life like last year? Decent. 8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed? Yes. 9. who did you last see in person? Grandma. 10. are you good at hiding your feelings? Pretty Much. 11. are you listening to music right now? I will in a minute. 12. what is something you want right now? Food & Cuddles. 13. how do you feel right now? Relaxed. A tad dizzy tho. 14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you? My boyfriend! 15. personality description: HUH? 16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t? Sure. 17. opinion on insecurities. Fuck em. 18. do you miss how things were a year ago? Naw 19. have you ever been to New York? Yes/ 20. what is your favourite song at the moment? Fresh Eyes by Andy Grammar. 21. age and birthday? 25 & September 10, 1991 22. description of crush. Well he’d have to be my boyfriend. So tall, a little larger than most, beautiful pale blue eyes, blond hair/goatee, deep voice, the kindest man I’ve ever met, and gives out the most amazing hugs & kisses. 23. fear(s): Death, Aging, Having Kids, Breaking up with someone, Dark Secrets. 24. height: 5′9 25. role model: Mom & Dad. 26. idol(s) - A TON. 27. things i hate: rude people, selfish people, people who discriminate others, people that hurt animals, liars, cheaters, bullies, assholes. 28. i’ll love you if… Play with my hair respect me in my choices and cuddle with me. hehe. 29. favourite film(s): Skyfall(all James Bond films with Daniel Craig in them), 27 Dresses, Ted, Disney Movies, Pixar Movies, Harry Potter, Twilight. 30. favourite tv show(s): SOA, Spongebob, PLL, LMN, Catfish, Big Bang, Two & Half Men, Steven Universe 31. 3 random facts: i love cats, kinda love dogs, & believe in ghosts. 32. are your friends mainly girls or guys? Girls. 33. something you want to learn: How to maintain a mature relationship. 34. most embarrassing moment: Um....not telling! 35. favourite subject: Neither. Not in school anymore bitches! 36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill? Career, Publishing a Book, Making Friends. 37. favourite actor/actress: George Clooney, Daniel Craig, Emma Watson. 38. favourite comedian(s) Jim Carrey 39. favourite sport(s) Basketball & Swimming. 40. favourite memory: Eh. 41. relationship status: Taken 42. favourite book(s): How to Kill a Mockingbird, Harry Potter Series 43. favourite song ever: IDK. A lot to be honest. 44. age you get mistaken for: 18 45. how you found out about your idol: - 46. what my last text message: 😘😘😘- From the boyfriend! 47. turn ons: Kindness, gentleness, kissing my neck. 48. turn offs: Rude or abusive people. People who discriminate. assholes. 49. where i want to be right now: With my BF 50. favourite picture of your idol: Eh 51. starsign: Is Virgo correct? 52. something i’m talented at: Writing, games, photography, Graphic Designing, typing really fast. 53. 5 things that make me happy: My family, friends, my boyfriend, sleeping & my stuffed animals. 54. something thats worrying me at the moment: If I’ll be able to get a job. 55. tumblr friends: Only one who I really care about- @relatethefeels 56. favourite food(s): Steak, Mac & Cheese, Smoothies 57. favourite animal(s): Elephants, Cats, & Snakes 58. description of my best friend: I have so many. Can’t describe em all but they’re all so perfect and friendly! <3333 59. why i joined tumblr: Was curious 60. ask me anything you want: Shoot!

#questions #answers #mine #my answers #love you all #relatethefeels #hey #bye #yo #hi #hello #i have a boyfriend #azarluck

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oohfluffy · 6 years ago

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LMN Ch.13 | OSH

Group: EXO

Member: Oh Sehun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Writer!AU | Neighbor!AU

Word Count: 2,093

✎ Chapter 13: Nightmare ✎

The beeping sound that was connected to your heart was the only thing that keeps Sehun sane.

He didn't know what to do.

The doctor told him explanations that he can't comprehend even if he turn his brain all around, it was just too deep. His mind was only revolving around you. Questions popped up endlessly as he just gave up trying to figure everything out.

All he knew was you're in a bad condition.

"Noona?!"

The door opened and there was your younger brother that looks like he ran all the way here.

"Yeol." Sehun mumbled as he took his hand off of yours. Chanyeol quickly ran towards your bed, where you rested peacefully and quietly. Your eyes were shut closed, lips pale, and your cheeks were not rosy as they should be.

Chanyeol couldn't stare at your state for too long.

Sehun just watched as his best friend cried on your side. It was hurting him to see Chanyeol like this but it hurt him more when he knew what he's hiding.

"She collapsed again?" Chanyeol asked as he sat on the couch outside your hospital room. Sehun took a sip of his iced coffee before speaking.

"Yeah. I was walking home from the bookstore when I saw her sit down on the sidewalk." Sehun slightly glanced at Chanyeol, who looked guilty. "At first I thought it wasn't noona but then I saw her face. She looks like she was in pain as she put her fist on top of her chest."

Sehun put down his drink on the side before turning fully to Chanyeol.

"Can you tell me what's wrong with her, Chanyeol?"

"She must've been too tired because of work. Maybe she didn't eat enough for lunch or—"

"Like I would believe your shit, Yeol. You even managed to hide your other part-time job from me." Sehun snapped, completely had enough of his best friend's crap. While Chanyeol looks like he's been caught in the act.

"W-What are you talking about, Sehun? I only have one—"

"Fuck you." Sehun cursed as he snickered. He was trying to calm himself as he sat up straight, refraining from punching the hell out of his best friend to wake him up from his stupidity.

"Sehun, calm down—"

"You think I can calm down when I knew that my best friend for almost 3 years is currently working as a pick-up boy?!" Sehun shouted as he glared at Chanyeol, who looked surprised but at the same time sad and angry. "What the fuck is wrong with you, man?!"

"It's none of—"

"None of my business?!" Sehun scoffed as he stood up and pointed at the hospital door where you are in. "What about noona? What about YOUR noona, Chanyeol?! She was fucking worried about you! She kept on asking me, Chanhee, your mother, even Jinyoung who's your fucking co-worker, where is Chanyeol? Did he come home with you? Do you know where he went? What's wrong with my brother? I'm worried, he's overworking himself." Sehun harshly pulled Chanyeol's collar up, making the other stand up with his head low, before pushing him on the wall.

Sehun's eyes were on fire, his glare in Chanyeol's eyes was burning. He was mad at his best friend. No.

Sehun was furious.

"Now tell me..." Sehun breathed out, his grip on Chanyeol was loosening. "...is it still not your sister's business when she's dying to know what you're doing?"

Chanyeol felt the guilt hit him harder than he could ever imagine. His best friend was right. Chanyeol's been working as a pick-up boy, who you can just fuck with just one call away. It's not just actually for women who needs pleasure, Chanyeol's service doesn't just end there. He lets the women take him anywhere like a companion for parties or such. The women that flock over him aren't that ordinary. They're all rich bitches millionaires or even billionaires.

He suddenly felt more disgusted for himself.

Sehun pushed him hard on the one last time before turning his back on him.

"Yeoreum noona was scared as fuck when she saw you enter that hotel with a woman. She probably thought the worst possibilities of what you're doing but shook them off because she trusts you so fucking much." Sehun clenched his fists as he remembered how your eyes looked that night. Your eyes looked duller than usual, holding too many emotions at once. "I would probably go nuts if I was her. I would probably get a heart attack if I knew what you were doing all this time." Sehun closed his eyes in anger.

"I-I'm sorry." Chanyeol croaked as his deep voice didn't sound as strong as before. "I-I just wanted to help her."

"How can you help her with selling your own dignity, Chanyeol?!"

"I earn so much more than when I work at the store! Those women who pay me even give me tips—"

"You're fucking insane!" Sehun's fist collided with Chanyeol's cheek, making him groan in pain. "Why are you even rushing to earn money?! Isn't noona working so hard for you already?! Working in the convenience store is so much better than being a pick-up boy!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING, SO BACK OFF!" Chanyeol shouted as he pushed Sehun back, his eyes were full of tears but Sehun could still see the anger behind them.

"That's why tell me!"

"She's dying, okay?! Noona's dying! I need to move fast before it's all over! I-I need to work harder..." Chanyeol couldn't stop the sobs coming out of his mouth as he continued speaking. "She can't die... She can't. She worked so hard for this. I just—I just can't let her die." Chanyeol's knees gave up on him as he let himself fall on the ground with his hands on his face.

Just like that, Sehun felt his eyes full of tears as his heart felt heavier in a sudden.

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"How's her condition, Dr. Zhang?" Ga-in quickly rushed towards the said man with her husband behind her.

"Dr. Park, Mrs. Park." Dr. Zhang greeted the couple with a nod before he glanced at the clipboard in his hand. "Your husband probably know already about her condition. I heard that Yeoreum has been collapsing often now. I'll have to ask her questions to check and review her condition more." He glanced at your father, seeing how he looked away before continuing. "But unfortunately, I have bad news."

"B-Bad news? What's worse than knowing she's dying?" Ga-in cried out as In Sung rubbed her back in comfort.

"The cancer cells are spreading to her brain and spinal cord already. If a surgery can be done earlier her survival rate would have been higher but it dropped drastically, probably leaving only 10% and below." Dr. Zhang looked at the heartbroken couple with solemn eyes. "I'm sorry. I'll leave you two."

When he got out of their sights, Ga-in turned to her husband and cried on his shoulder. In Sung wrapped his arms around her, leaning his head beside hers as he rubbed her back.

"W-We knew this would come but— I just can't accept it, In Sung." Ga-in mumbled as she cried, her arms feeling numb as they wrap around her husband's waist.

"She wished for this, Ga-in. She knew this would come soon. She already accepted it before, so we should do the same." In Sung closed his eyes as he felt his heart ache at the suffering of his eldest daughter.

Why is it so unfair for you?

Chanyeol sat quietly as his mother talk to Sehun, who never thought of leaving your room after he brought you here.

"Please, don't tell anyone about Yeoreum's condition. She doesn't really like a lot of people fuzzing over her." Ga-in said as she gave a cup of hot chocolate to Sehun, who gratefully accepted it.

"Chanyeol already told me not to let anyone know about it. I also decided to keep my mouth shut for her." Sehun replied before taking a sip of the chocolate.

He decided to hide the fact that he knows about your condition.

His heart broke so much that he didn't know it was capable of worrying too much for a non-relative person. He's too attached to you. He doesn't know if it was because he's an only child and was seeking for a sibling's love or something else.

But you're dying.

Sehun couldn't stop thinking of how to make you happier than before. He wants to see you smile as many as possible. He wants to hear your sweet laugh as louder as possible. He wants to learn a lot of new things about you. He wants to unfold everything.

He wants to do it all while you're still within his grasp.

"I'm sorry, you had to know this thing even though you're not related to us. Everyone in our family clan knows about her condition. In Sung's mother is the first one to have that rare cancer." Ga-in glanced at your figure with a sad smile. "Unfortunately, my daughter inherited it."

"Fuck that 5% chance of inheriting heart cancer." Sehun heard Chanyeol cursed as he ate a piece of garlic bread. He would've laughed if it weren't the gloomy and heartbreaking situation.

"Actually—"

The door suddenly opened and your father looked so shocked, sad and angry that Sehun couldn't manage to speak at the sight.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Ga-in stood up as she reached out towards him. In Sung glanced at you, his eyes softening at your fragile image. "Did something happened?"

In Sung looked back at his wife, his eyes welling up as he remembered the call he got earlier.

"Mom's dead."

Chanyeol suddenly stood up and left the half of his bread on the table. His ears turning slightly red as he took in the new information he got. His wide eyes filled with tears again as he stared at his father.

"G-Grandma?" He whispered, his voice full of pain and hurt. Chanyeol looked at your sleeping figure, tears started flowing on his cheeks. He slowly walked towards your bed with heavy steps as he dragged his feet towards you.

Sehun felt like he was discovering too personal and private issues of your family. He doesn't like it one bit, starting from when he knew about your deadly condition. He regretted of having too much interest in you. It hurt him.

But now he understood everything.

"Noona..." Chanyeol whispered as he kneeled beside your bed, his hands finding your pale ones. "Don't go, okay? Not now, not later, not ever." Chanyeol cried as his parents walked out of the room with tears in their own. "G-Grandma's gone, noona. D-Don't follow her, okay? I know she's one of the people you look up to but please..." Chanyeol's hands shook as he looked at your face.

"...don't go."

Sehun couldn't take the painful sight before him, so he stood up and walked to his best friend.

"Chanyeol, please rest already. You must be tired as hell." Sehun pulled Chanyeol up, who followed him without saying anything but his eyes remained on you. "Noona won't be happy with what you're doing to yourself. Please stop it."

Even though Chanyeol wanted to argue with him, he knows that Sehun's right. He's doing something wrong, so wrong that he wants to smash his head on the wall and have amnesia or even die. But of course, he doesn't want to die. Not before he makes sure you're gonna live a hundred years before he does.

"Y-Yeah. I-I will." Chanyeol said as he say back down on the couch. His eyes dropping as he felt the warmth it gave. Sehun draped a thick blanket on him before glancing at you. "Thanks, bro."

"Just please don't do something like that again. You know your sister more than I do but why do I feel like I know her more?" Sehun said before going out of the room.

He wanted to breathe.

He wanted to escape this nightmare his having right now.

He wanted to deny this sudden feeling that erupted from his chest.

"No. I'm not." Sehun shook his head as he walked towards an open terrace just near your room.

His heart was beating loudly.

"It can't be..."

But he knew it beats louder when you're around.

"I can't like her."

But unfortunately, he's already too deep inside the danger zone he thought only women can fall into.

"Fuck."

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❥ Ch.14

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