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namjoonchronicles · 6 years ago

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↳ pairing taehyung x you ↳ genre fluff, slice of life, domestic, husband-Taehyung amen ↳ words 6k ↳ summary raising five kids with a full-time job is a challenge. thankfully, Taehyung agreed to be a full-time house husband. but the matriarch family aren’t usually appreciated. Especially, when the women earns for the house. ↳ note Taehyung have 5 kids, they’re : Renee (7), Noah & Niel (5), Tati (3) and the youngest, Sam (3 months old) ↳ song lieuwe roonder ‘let me love you’

Taehyung begins his duties at 4am everyday. Around this hour, the youngest will be fed with her formula milk, freshly warmed and perfect for the morning. Taehyung’s large feet slip into mismatched indoor slippers, sitting at the side of the bed and he’d turn off the night lamp from his side. He routinely take your phone and plug it to the charger while you stay asleep.

For Taehyung, the day begins early. And he usually started with pouring the grinded coffee beans into the coffee machine, and lets them boil in time while he disappears to the laundry room with your blouse for ironing. He stifled a yawn, gliding the iron to smoothen creases on the semi-crumple light pink long sleeves. What is that colored blob? He leans in to see closer. But without his glasses, he wasn’t able to make sense of what it was, so he sniffed it.

Milk? Coffee? Milk coffee?

Taehyung’s eyes darted to the top left of the ceiling after setting away the iron from the board, to prevent it from burning like the last time. How many time do I have to tell her not to stain her clothes? This is twice this month.

He didn’t waste time to pick another maroon flowy blouse with a black pencil skirt for you to wear to work today. This one needs a steam iron because its made of satin silk. He was saving this particular blouse for friday night, but he had no choice.

The coffee machine readily brews and began to expel its liquid into the coffee jar right underneath it. Taehyung dashes pass it with your ironed cloth on a hanger. It hooks securely around the edge of the wardrobe—out of reach of children.

He looks at the time. 5:15AM. Next, laundry. He collects heaps of clothes set next to each door and into the large basket he held close to his waist.

The baby begins to cry. You frowned in your sleep, but as you try to reach your phone, it wasn’t there. You lay face down, grabbing nothing on the side table. Not a minute later, you heard Taehyung shushing her quiet.

“Daddy’s got you… shush, mummy’s sleeping…” Taehyung rocks Sam side to side, while attacking with smooches around her face. Barely 10 months old, Sam is already gurgling audible words. Taehyung predicts that she’ll start walking before she turns two. Sam’s eyes is wide open and Taehyung knows she won’t be able to be put to bed again.

Sam is going to cling on him like a baby koala. Not that he minds. Taehyung is now fixing the water bath warm enough for a shower. As it fills up, Taehyung lunges down the hall in fast steps to knock on the eldest door. “Renee? Renee… wake up, school time…” he turns the knob to find Renee stirring in her single bed and kissed the top of her head. The fourth child fell asleep on the floor next to Renee’s books.

“How did Tati end up on the floor, Renee?” Taehyung asked in hushes. He had to put Sam down to carry Tati back up into her bed as Renee waddles with her blue towel draped over one shoulder. Her eyes drooping sleepily. Taehyung collected Sam again and walked out.

He poked his head into the fridge after placing Sam on the baby chair to take out three overnight oatmeals and milk. Taehyung passed the baby chair to jog down the other end of the hall to wake the twins, Noah and Niel. Renee is out of the bathroom now, and she is dressing herself up. She’s 7 and just started school.

“Dad! Where’s my nametag?” She yelled. “Check your pocket!” Taehyung retorted, before knocking twice on the boys’ door. Before he turns the knob, he inhaled deeply as if he’s about to unleash the beast. In this case, two beasts.

“Boys, good morning…” he sang. “Daddy I can’t find my nametag…” Renee whined at the door in her school uniform. “Okay, I’ll go find it, but can you have breakfast while you wait?” Taehyung said in a hurry. Noah had stood up in the middle of his bed and Niel won’t move.

“Alright…”

Tati had began crying very loudly.

“Also, sweetheart can you go wake mummy up? She’s going to be late,” Taehyung kneels next to Niel, and shaking his shoulder to wake him. He’s sleeping like a log. Only 5 years old, but sleeps more than Uncle Yoongi does.

Renee disappears. But now Tati started whimpering, while hugging Taehyung’s arm. Noah is now pulling down his pants with his dingles dangling, saying he wants to pee. Taehyung sprints to grab Noah from the bed, and into the bathroom. But he didn’t make it to the potty. Noah peed on the floor.

Tati’s crying intensifies because she fell back when Taehyung carried Noah. Niel threw her a plushie in an attempt to quiet her down.

“Daddy!” She shrieked, “Niel threw me bear-bear…” “Niel, don’t throw Tati the bear-bear… what did daddy tell you about that,” Taehyung is cleaning Noah up.

“Daddy where is the socks?” Renee asked. Noah is groaning while Niel is throwing a tantrum in his bed.

“Noah, Niel, you are going to be late. Where is Tati’s pacifier? Who took Tati’s pacifier?” Taehyung wipes Noah’s face with his own shirt before patting Niel’s bottom to hurry him.

“Noah! Niel!” You roared from across the hall. The boys straightens up and waddled to your room.

“How many times do I have to tell you that when dad had the baths ready, you have to wake up when he asked you to?” Hand on hip and the two tattle to the bathroom and showered.

Taehyung carries Tati around his waist now. He passes you a mug of coffee. Tati stopped crying immediately. “Dad! My nametag!” Renee yelled. Taehyung tipped his head back and you patted his chest twice, “I got it, watch the boys…” and then, “Coming baby. Mommy is coming!”

“No I want daddy…”

You stopped in your steps and spun your heel around, “Guess not…”

Taehyung hands Tati to you and you watched the boys brush their teeth, before he disappears into the hallway to help Renee. “Do you really need that nametag?” Taehyung whined.

“Even mom and dad don’t remember my name sometimes.”

The boys is now dressed in their pre-school uniforms and climbing on the tall stool for their breakfast. Sam had dunk her whole hand inside the bowl of oat meant for Noah. And Noah screams.

“Sam put her hand inside my food!” “Sam don’t put your hand in Niel’s food…” “I’m Noah!” “I’m not Niel!”

“And I will be late,” You buttoned up your blouse and zipped your pencil skirt.

Taehyung finally sat Tati down, wiped Sam’s oat covered hand with a wet cloth. “Can you fetch Renee? Didn’t you get half day off? The boys has parents teachers meeting we need to attend…” He glances at you repeatedly, while reminding Renee to wipe her mouth before she leaves with you.

“I really can’t. I’m swamped today… can’t you be late for the meeting to fetch Renee? Just bring Renee along…” “Renee has piano lessons today…” “Oh shoot, I forgot.”

“We need to do laundries tonight. It’s still on right?” Taehyung held the door open while Renee, Noah, Neil and you wore shoes and scattered out the door. “Yeah definitely,” you stood on tiptoes and plant a kiss on his cheek. “Please, for the love of God, be home before 6pm,” he eyed you, lips parted a little.

“Remember to get the rice cake order for grandma’s memorial ceremony!” Taehyung yelled, followed by, “Be good at school, all three of you!”

Taehyung turns to Tati and Sam. Both too young to go to school, still in their PJs.

“Guess there’s just us, girls.”

And then he heard it. The beeping. The semi silent ringing. He dashed to the messy bedroom to see the phone blinking. Your phone.

“Damn it.”

Extra diapers. Some edibles. Some toys to pass time. It didn’t take long for Taehyung to pack Tati’s backpack.

“When we get to mummy’s office, you have to promise me you don’t run around, and behave okay?” Taehyung knelt next to the bag. Tati leans her tiny body on Taehyung’s arm. Sam is gurgling on the sofa on her back.

“Why are we going to mummy’s office?” “Mummy forgot her phone. She needs it so we could call her later in the evening.”

It gets really hard. He’s not going to lie. Having five children isn’t a walk in the park. More like running through it. Raising children is not a one person job. It could feel like 15, and at the end of the month there’s always a constant worry if the expenses will be enough until the next payday. There’s two diaper packs that needed to be bought, and school items, school trips, and fees. Uniforms, extra lessons. Having a family means having a lot. Before you even decide to have this home with him, he already had trouble convincing you to have children. Everybody knows how eager Taehyung is about having a large family, and to be honest with you, sometimes you feel like marrying a complete stranger when it comes to things like this.

Sometimes, he felt like marrying a stranger. At one point, your goals and destination seems different from one another because you were still a career-oriented girl with determination of a first year worker, but at the same time you are also mom to five, and sometimes, Taehyung demanded your presence in the home you built together. Having children also means less time together. Which leaves little room for communication. You’d be home, far too tired for a conversation, and he’d be piled with domestic demands and tasks. You try to help, you do, but most of the time you are at work and there are moments that you don’t get to see your children for days.But you are determined not to leave room for doubts when it comes to Taehyung and your priorities. It was a lengthy shift from your golden university aspirations, but you can’t imagine a life without Taehyung. And now, the five children.

Fingernail tap on the marble desk coming from a pair of large hands. The concierge occupant lift her gaze to see a friendly boxy smile. She intuitively tuck her hair behind her ear helix.

“I’m not sure if you remember,” Taehyung shyly greeted her. “Yes! Yes, Mr. Kim… Mrs. Kim’s husband, it’s been awhile, I’ll let you up. Here’s your passcard,” she bowed once and Tati waved enthusiastically back at her. So cheerful.

“You’re adorable…Is this the little one?” the receptionist let out a bashful smile. “No, this one is. This one is Sam,” Taehyung turns to show the gurgling bundle of joy, strapped on his back. Taehyung lets out a proud smile as he took the passcard.

Tati reaches for her dad’s hand but wrapped her little finger only around his pinkie. Sam falls to a sleepy riddle. “Earlier, Mrs. Kim was in a meeting. I’m not sure if it has ended or not, but do help yourself around…” the receptionist smiled politely, guiding Taehyung down the elevator hallway and pressed the button going up. Then she leaves him be.

Taehyung felt rather giddy going back here after awhile. The last time he came, he made quite an impression for singing live with his honeyed deep voice that leaves the audience awed. The last time he came, he was a vocal coach with a five figure earnings, a good sports car and a collection of Van Gogh arts. Last time he came, there was no Renee, Noah, Niel, Tati or Sam. That was close to ten years ago. This is where he met his wife, you.

He’s not going to lie. He sometimes ponder on how life would be if he didn’t fall for you that night. Maybe sitting in his expensive penthouse, in a king sized bed, filled with loneliness, of a longing for someone he had never met, wondering if she was still out there. He let go of his job, so you could have yours.

Tati tugs his sleeves, looking up at him through her thick lashes. “Daddy, I need to go potty,” she murmured cutely. Tati had recently been toilet-trained so she was told to tell someone if she needs to go to the toilet. Taehyung gulped down the whole plastic cup of drinking water at once, in a hurry, because he knows that if he dragged time, she’d might pee there and then. There’s only one problem.

The male restroom doesn’t have toilet bowl meant for kids like the females. Taehyung dashed through the automated door and carried Tati into the first cubicle. Sam is snoozing on her father’s back, soundly. Her finger stretches as she accommodates the sudden movement, but resumes sleeping. Taehyung heard the next door cubicle was being flushed, and then another.

“Did you hear about our head technician and our company lawyer?” this man had a higher voice tone, with a slight southern twang at the end of his words, suggesting a heavy Gwangju accent.

Taehyung then heard your name. “With Min Yoongi? The lawyer?” Another man replied, the automated wash basin washing water down their palms when it detects hands. This one had a clearer set of pronunciation. Fit for a news anchor, with the way he spoke.

“Nah, with our leading advocate, solicitor, and P.A.; Park Jimin,” the one with Gwangju accent replied, “Turns out that the company’s recent soliciting isn’t the only soliciting he does.” “What do you mean?” “Rumors had it that they’re a thing. Last month, when the company vault had an audit check, Jimin promptly said the auditing for May was in his team, when it wasn’t. Now why would he do that if he doesn’t have a thing for her?” Slight pause, “...Someone caught them dating in the car last Tuesday. All laughing and giggling… it was very scandalous.” “Isn’t she married?” “I know right… I don’t think her husband knows.” “Why would she do such a thing…”

That’s right. Why would you do such a thing.

“Daddy--” Tati spoke but Taehyung covered her mouth immediately, waiting for the two men to leave. After putting Tati into her briefs, Taehyung walked back out with her. His mind flashes into the conversations he had caught you in, oftenly, middle of the night when everyone was asleep.

“I just want to say thank you for today, it was really nice to have someone to lean on when things go south,” he heard you sigh into the phone by the window, away from bed. You must have thought he was asleep.

“I really enjoyed it, I do… too much,in fact,” you swept your untied hair back, and looked up to the window pane, drawing random shapes on the fogged window.

All these while, he thought it was a girl. All these while he thought it was your best friend from college. He never once questioned your loyalty, ever.

And when he left that restroom, he saw his doubts in action.

You were walking down the crisp hallway, fiddling with a file in your chest, smiling far too widely even for a friend, to that man with glasses. It was very unsettling. The conversation you had with him.

“I wouldn’t know what to do, if it weren’t for you…” you let out a breathy giggle. “You don’t have to worry about that. I got you, I always do. That’s my job,” this man passed.

“You should break me in half the next time too. I’d appreciate that.” “Don’t mind if I do.”

Taehyung waited until you both disappeared into the staff’s pantry. Then he took Tati out from hiding and she innocently asked, “Why didn’t we talk to mom?”

“We came to surprise her, didn’t we?” Taehyung blurted with a broken smile, and rubbed her hair, “Got to fix your ponytail so you’ll look neat for mommy. How does daddy look? Do I look handsome?”

She nodded enthusiastically. She doesn’t know anything. She doesn’t understand anything.

And in that brief moment, Taehyung resented you. Not because you gave him room for doubts, but because you allowed someone else to come in between. Your actions are selfish. Spiteful.

“Go knock on mommy’s glass door…” Taehyung urged Tati and she did with a huge toothy grin.

“Come in…” your voice was clipped and full of authority. The one Taehyung remembers whenever he calls you at work, or in bed, several years ago before Sam came.

Taehyung helped Tati pushed the door open and you gasped pleasantly so loud, pushing your chair back and knelt before she even get into your open arms, greeting you with a huge hug. “My babies!” you closed your arm around her and carried her up to one side of your waist, before stretching towards Taehyung to have him leaning over for a smooch but he settled for a brush on your cheeks instead. You ruffled Sam’s hair too. Precious.

“I didn’t expect this!” You giggled, and Taehyung pulled your phone out of his back pocket and you replied a disgruntled, ”Oh.”

“Can we talk for a bit?” Taehyung asked in a deep tone. Tati cupped her hand to whisper in your ear. She asked if she can lay down on the couch there. You simply nodded to Taehyung but only after you excitedly answer Tati’s question. “Of course, baby girl, you can sit, and you can lie down, just promise not to stand on it because you could fall and hurt yourself, okay?” You set her feet on the floor and brushed your lips on her forehead so it’s now smushed with red lipstick.

Red lips always lie.

“Is it about school? Renee’s? The boys?”

Taehyung shook his head.

“Do I need to call someone to watch over the kids?”

“You know what. I came to give you the phone and I did. So I think I should head back soon,” Taehyung looks at the wall clock, “Noah and Niel are coming home soon and I hadn’t cooked anything.”

Then he felt your hand around his forearms, giving an assuring squeeze. “But you just got here, can’t you stay for a little while?”

Do you even want me here? Are you just playing the good wife because your cover was almost blown? Where has he touched you? Where have you let his hands go? Because that breathy laughter was reserved for me. And only me.

“Just a little while,” Taehyung felt his heart softened while his head hardens. A part of him felt disappointed that he let you win. Another part of him wanted to be the man that is still foolishly in love with you and another, wanted to walk away because the reap wasn’t as much as he sow. If only things were that simple. If it wasn’t for these kids, he would have gone rampage the moment he found out. How could he catch on the signs? He was too busy running the household. Busy wiping pees, cleaning poops, ironing clothes, getting food ready--he could not have noticed the telling signs of you cheating.

You spent more time here at work than you ever did at home. How could he be so stupid?

He was in love…. Love makes people stupid.

So he sat there, Sam sleeping on her side and her blankets draped over her to accommodate the indoor aircon temperature while Tati had slept on Taehyung’s lap, having her dad fluffing her hair to make her sleepy--he sat there watching you take calls, the length of the pen in between your lips, eyes focused, hands flipping over the pages of endless accounts. Your job is to keep the supplies going for months. Every product delivery and the materials to create them were under your supervisions, a stressful job that was slightly different than the ones you had when you were in the industry, working there.

In short, you have to plan two months supply ahead for fast-moving items to meet demands. Knowing so many people depend on your efficiency gives you slight anxiety that you were still taking pills for. Taehyung knows that much.

“Baby, are you stressed?” his sudden question didn’t stir you much, you were too occupied with work to bother too much about it. “Same old-same old, sweetheart… why? Is there something you’d like to talk about?” you murmured, switching your attention on the left page of the reports for last week delivery numbers to help predict the next month’s consumption.

“Just asking…” “I hope we can have lunch together, I wanted to eat with the kids.”

Taehyung felt an incoming ‘but’. But he was intruded, before it could come.

Jimin walks in. Yes, Taehyung knows about Jimin. He is your personal assistant for a year now since the last one resigned because she was starting a family. At first, Taehyung didn’t pay attention to it, but now that he had doubts; every single glance, words, and touches exchanged between you and Jimin had become breadcrumbs.

With a sleek blonde hair, pushed back, Jimin wore a classy baby blue dress shirt, paired with black trousers too tight for Taehyung’s comfort. He wears full-rimmed glasses but today, had them folded and tuck in his breast pocket when he came to see you.

“You called for me?” Raspy, light toned, polite and mesmerizing voice. He bowed his head slightly at the sight Taehyung and smiled fondly to the sleeping toddlers.

“I did,” you paused while pulling out a file from the stack, “I don’t recall agreeing on this design for the Summer packaging, and this particular bubble wrap supplier, we’ve worked with in the past, they’re very late in completing orders, I just don’t understand why I have to approve something I didn’t agree on--the last time I checked,” you tipped your eyes up and Jimin leans down closer, both of your faces are merely inches away from each other. You pointed the said company on the invoice paper and showed Jimin. Jimin squeezes his eyes and lowered his head to see better. That’s what the glasses are for, Taehyung pushes his tongue against the insides of his cheek, watching an absolute horror unfold before his eyes.

“Yes, yes… I remember that too,” Jimin softly whispered. It was almost as if Taehyung is morphed into witnessing a pillowtalk, “Here’s what we do, I’m going to double check with the secretary and make sure that we have updated the new list of companies that we are satisfied working with; I’ll make sure to email you, no later than…” he drags, and looked at his Rolex wrist watch that looked very similar to the ones you got for Taehyung on his birthday last year, brown straps, “...3pm.”

“Thanks, Jimin...what would I do without you,” you breathlessly say and Jimin gave you a charming smile that turned his eyes into crescents. “No problem,” Jimin tipped his head in your direction and excused himself with a polite expression at Taehyung, his boss’s husband. “I thought we’re going to talk?” Taehyung stuck his gaze on his knees, raising both of his eyebrows, his thumb picking on the threads of his worn out jeans.

You noticed the sudden change of tone but decided not to dwell on it. “Can it wait? Is it important?” The way it leaves your lips, was so tactless and when you realised how insensitive it was, it was already too late.

“I don’t know. Is our marriage important?”

You shut the door leading to the sky garden after Taehyung set his hands on the metal rails, over-looking down the metropolitan city. The high-rise building, the blue cloudless sky, the strong wind striking every once in a while, the car honks from the streets down below.

“Taehyung, what’s this about?” with the silence growing, you became impatient. Taehyung drops his head, his arms stretched along the handrails with a heavy huff and the droop of his shoulders.

“You built everything from the ashes… this building we stood on. From scrapes. It’s funny when you think about the very beginning at the first hint of an,” end. Taehyung didn’t finish his sentence. “This is all very lovely, and heart-warming,” you clicked your tongue and looks at your wrist watch, “But we could do this conversation inside...I thought it was something serious, because you mentioned marriage and stuff.” “It is about marriage,” Taehyung spun around to face you, “You--”

Your phone rang, and you answered it, “Yes I am aware of the conference call, I will be there on time, Jimin. Thank you for the reminder.” Much to Taehyung’s dismay. Taehyung’s jaw hung, in disbelief. He scoffs.

“Look at you!” he stresses, “You don’t have time being a mother, let alone a wife! Your work is consuming you. Not only that, you spend more time here than you ever do at home…! You speak to Jimin more than we do in a week!” He slows down, only to continue, “It was Tati’s birthday last week and you didn’t even show up or get her a present. I bought one for her and told her that it was from you.... And she was so happy…” he shook his head, a broken smile on his lips.

You were stunned. You were unable to utter a word. So you begin with a whisper of his name, “Taehyung…”

He turns away from you, his hand on his hip and he darted his eyes to the front before shutting them. Disappointed, unloved and possibly unheard.

“Everytime I say I need you home, you say you’re at the office and you will be late. All I want to know is, is it really work? Or is there more?” “What are you talking about…” “I’m talking about why Jimin is calling you out of office hours? And why do I find his tie in your bag? Why does he have the same wrist watch I have? Are you cheating on me?” “No. I wouldn’t!” “So you would have, if you didn’t have 5 kids with me? Is that it?” “Stop twisting my words… Jimin is my coworker and he helped me purchase that wrist watch for you. I went to team dinner with him, I told you that!”

Taehyung turns to face you and your brimming eyes, he leans his mouth next to your ear and growled, ��Well coworkers don’t sit in the car together, after midnight...you thought I didn’t see that?” Taehyung leaves the sky garden with a hard gaze, piercing through Jimin’s entire body when he found the poor assistant standing right beside the entrance door to the sky garden. Taehyung was a master at disguising his emotions. Especially in front of his children.

“I’ll see myself out, thank you,” Taehyung carried Sam and Tati with ease. When Tati asked why she can’t say goodbye, Taehyung said, her mom is in a meeting. It was an obvious lie and Jimin heard it all.

You were still there. Still standing at the same spot Taehyung left you in. Still there, processing everything that had been said. Jimin’s heavy footsteps didn’t shake away your worry one bit, like it used to. You clutched your phone shakily, and pressed them against your lips, eyes darted forward at the sky. And you heard the door open, but you wave them away, whoever it might be. Not even turning to face them.

Jimin nodded once, “I’ll tell them you’ll be in ten minutes.”

Instead of heading back to the office, Jimin hid in the bathroom for employees. He laced his fingers together and leaned his forehead on them, sitting on the toilet cover, knees widespread. He bit his lips and half-shook his head.

You returned home before 6pm that day. The house is in a mess. For the first time in a long time, you arranged your heels neatly on the racks. The kids have had their dinner early. And there are three large baskets for laundry, arranged in a line by the wall. You took time to notice all the finer details of your beloved home, the one you build with Taehyung. Picture frames after picture frames greeted you. Of when Renee turned 2, then 3, then 4… and how you gradually disappear through the years. You couldn’t ignore the pain in your heart when you heard Taehyung’s voice in the distance.

“Okay, everybody out the tub!” Taehyung commanded, “Look at your fingers all wrinkled! We have to get out now, or you’ll age!” “Dad is lying!” Noah and Niel are very giggly and it struck you that you’ve never given bath to the kids ever since they could start to walk.. Sam had never been bathe by you since you started working, and you relied heavily on Taehyung.

“Oh noona! You’re home,” Jungkook bowed at you. Jungkook lives next door and frequently helped with babysitting the kids whenever he is needed. Laundry every 3 days and he’ll come and does his duties without being prompted. Once he resumes his college, you will have to find a new replacement and you hadn’t spoke about this with Taehyung yet. There’s a lot of things that needed discussions, and there’s so little time in a day.

Blinking the tears away, you turned your attentions to the halls where Taehyung is carrying both of the boys in each arm, wrapped in towels. Taehyung caught your eyes but didn’t reciprocate the sadness. It’s like the conversation never happened, but with the way he was ignoring you, you were once again reminded that it did.

“Do you want to change first or what…” your husband took your purse but avoided your eyes entirely. “I’ll change,” you breathed.

Taehyung nods once. “Alright, Jungkook. The baby is in the crib there, Tati is colouring in the room while Renee is doing her homework.. There’s chopped fruit cubes in the fridge in case they get hungry, and there’s extra bottles of milk for the youngest. The boys have eaten no matter how much they try to fool you, don’t fall for it..understand?”

You could still hear Taehyung from the halls and it was amazing how he had everything sorted, alone. The bed is still neat, and none of the children were allowed on it, because it was mum and dad’s special place. Toys are in the basket, the diapers are arranged, along with the baby clothes, and it was easy to look past all these detail and you hated yourself for not being able to see this before.

Jungkook helped carry the baskets down with Taehyung and before your husband could make his way to the driver seat, you stopped him. Your eyes pleaded him with words you couldn’t say, when Jungkook is still here, fooling with the kids. Taehyung moves away, wordlessly and planted a kiss on each of the kids’ hair that manages to follow Jungkook down the apartment into the parking lot.

In the car, Taehyung rested his elbow on the car door, his long index finger rubbing the skin on top of his upper lip, his eyes lasering to the view outside the moving car. There’s only the music from the radio playing. Your heart is beating very fast, your eyes were drying from the way you were making them stay open. He’s right next to you, but you don’t feel him there. Is he even breathing? You want nothing more than to reach for him, tell him that you love him and how it doesn’t change, but it feels like you’re already too late. You don’t want to carry on like nothing is wrong. You want to save what you have left.

Taehyung was biting the insides of his cheeks, replaying the scene from this morning in repeat. He was angry, sad, upset, jealous--and he isn’t sure where to put his feelings. He doesn’t speak because all the talking had been done. You weren’t speaking either, but what was those eyes for? The way you’re looking at him. Is it a plea for him to stay? Why would you think he was going anywhere? The accusations are true, isn’t it? That’s why it scared you. Taehyung was eating his feelings.

He loads the laundry. No words exchanged. You insert the coins while he collects the empty basket, and stack them, one after the other. He took one bench and you took the seat right next to him. In between you both, on the floor, are the baskets you came with, empty. All its content in three different machines. Taehyung leans his head back. He wore a grey hoodie underneath a red plaid jacket. His brown fringes cover his brows, as he pushed his tongue against the insides of his cheek. You sat up straight, at the edge of the bench, knees pointed to the side where he is, hands in your lap, clasped and unclasping.

“...I want to tell you that everything you heard isn’t true,” you started. Taehyung nodded away, but in a careless way, as if he didn’t believe a thing you said. “It’s not just about what I heard. It’s what I see. With my own two eyes. It leaves me wondering what else you’ve been doing behind my back…” Taehyung crosses his arms. “Nothing, sweetie…” you emphasized, “I do my work, and nothing else.”

“Listen,” you moved closer to him but he repelled, “I realised that we haven’t been spending time together and that’s horrible of me. I hadn’t been treating you well but I want to, starting now. I just need to know that you still want this.”

Taehyung’s guard starts to wane. His arms fall to each side and he sat on the edge, clutching his fingers on the brim of the bench, underneath him. He chews his lower lip, feeling anxious to tell you what he had been feeling.

“I do. But, do you?” he pauses, and then, “When you come home from work, you don’t even look at me. You fall right to sleep when I begin talking to you in bed. Your answers are brief, and our only conversations are about diapers or house errands.”

There are nights that he wants you so much but couldn’t find it in him to ask for you. He would watch you sleep and before he could register those images in his head, another kid goes crying. You may have your company to worry about, and he only has you. Waiting for you to come home, to ask you about your day, to take care of your needs--whatever it might be. And it’s easy to forget, that he needs you too. Emotionally, sexually.

Do you ever look at the end, and wondered about the beginning? To how it all began, to what was there before the blizzards come and swept away everything?

Taehyung is your partner, in sickness and in health. There are so many things that you’ve been through, together. The house that you live in, it wasn’t painted and had a lot of holes. The walls needed remodelling, and when the remodelling happens, they needed to be painted over. And he’s the one helping you to reach the top corners that you couldn’t. You both have sat on that floor, where the couches are now, talking about the dreams you wanted to have together. You rested your head on his shoulder, while leaning back on the wall, a mug of hot chocolate between your hands. His eyes sparkles at the thought of having children run around this house. Picture frames began to decorate the walls, couch was brought in, rugs, curtains were hung, television set, coffee table, dining table, dining table chairs, kitchen appliances. And slowly, the house was filled.

If loyalty was put to the test, Taehyung would have passed with flying colors.

A whiff of the detergent begins to fill the corners of the laundromat, and you slowly reached for his veiny arms, sliding down his wrist. You took those hand into both of yours, and pressed your lips on each knuckle, murmuring, “I’m so thankful to have you.”

Taehyung’s gaze softens at the sight of you, and he covered your hands with his own, squaring his shoulder at you, so you sit face to face with each other.

“Please tell me how I can make this better,” you looked at him with eyes brimming with tears, and the moment he saw it, he gathers your head into his chest, cradling them gently. Gradually, the simple hand holding turns into an embrace. “Spend more time at home, with me...and do what lovers do,” Taehyung’s eyes turn into crescents, his lips puckered. He comforted you with a kiss on the forehead.

“And I want that Jimin fired,” Taehyung darted. “I’ll keep my distance from him,” you persuaded.

“Deal.” Deal.

The trip to the laundry, was even more fulfilling than the nights before. Romance are rekindled and words are exchanged for the better. Communication is key.

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softboywriting · 7 years ago

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My Forever | Friends to Lovers Trope

Summary: You and Shawn have been best friends forever. When you see him in a new light after being away for a while you both realize how much you missed each other and how much more you mean to each other.

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The day you get home from your grandma’s house- -where you had stayed for the last six months to help her out- you see this tall drink of water jogging down the street as you unpack your bags from the back of your car. He’s tall, like goddamn and he looks well fit from what you can see. Your eyes linger far longer than you mean to and your mom snaps you out of it when she asks where you wanted a particular basket of clothes when she took it in the house. By the time the guy gets close enough, he turns and goes up the street, away from you. You knew you had to find out who he was and where he lived because god damn. Boys like that didn’t live around there.

It seems your new crush passes your house everyday around 5pm, but he’s always on the other side of the street. After the first two days you decide to make a move. You get your leggings on and an old but cute tee, and you decide to take a walk. You plan on just so happening to intersect him, and to just so happen to strike up a conversation. With butterflies in your stomach, you head out the front door, praying to meet him today.

Unfortunately you’ve missed him. By the time you get outside and down your walkway, he’s jogging up the street, a few houses away. If you were going to catch up you would have to full sprint. That would look weird though. Running after a stranger, it’s kind of creepy. No one wants to be ran at. So you decide to just jog, keeping him in sight. A few blocks and you start to wear out, your stamina not what it once was. He gets a good lead on you and by the time he turns the corner into the cul-de-sac you’ve lost him. As soon as you make it to the entrance of the cul-de-sac you see the garage door close on your best friend Shawn’s house.

Shawn. Wait a minute. The guy you were following was about Shawn’s height, he even had the same dark messy curly hair. But Shawn wasn’t that big, he wasn’t that thick. No. No way. That guy was not Shawn. Shawn was a dork who wore glasses and had braces and had more interest in playing FIFA than running. You pull out your phone and scroll down to your messages with Shawn from last night. The two of you had been planning on meeting up on the weekend for your birthday and to catch up.

are you home?

Yeah why

you didnt move right??

No lol why??????

You stare at the phone and suddenly your heart feels like it’s in your throat and you suck your lips in, biting them and staring at the phone. Quickly you type out,

can you come outside?

Are you here?

Before you can respond the garage door comes to life, inching up and as it does so you can see Shawn’s tennis shoe covered feet, his legs, his shorts, his stomach...chest...face. It was Shawn. The guy who had been running by everyday looking like a god was your best fucking friend. “What the hell?” you laugh, walking forward and looking Shawn up and down. “Who are you? Where is my dorky nerd of a best friend?”

“I’m right here,” Shawn laughs, crossing his arms and looking you over. “I’ve just changed a few things. Got a little bigger, a little taller, a little stronger.” He lifts one arm up and flexes. It makes your heart stop for a few beats. Never in a million years did you think Shawn would look like this and makes you feel some type of way. You’d always liked Shawn, had a little crush on him even though he was your best friend that you grew up with, but it had never really gone farther than a little itty bitty crush.

“Yeah, you look like you ate my Shawn.” You walk around him, eyes raking over every inch of his body. He was always in shape, but not like...built. “You got contacts? Braces all gone?”

Shawn grins down at you and his teeth are perfect. Like they were made by the gods themselves. “I got lasik at the beginning of the summer, I thought I told you?”

“Do I look like you told me?” you laugh and circle your finger around your face. “Jesus Christ, you are a whole snack.” That makes him laugh, full on leaning against his Jeep and wheezing, laugh. He waves his hand as if to dismiss your comment. “No no, you’re a fucking god or someshit now Mendes.” You walk around in front of him, a smile playing at the corners of your mouth. “You’re one of them GQ boys now. How am I supposed to-”

Shawn’s laughter dies down quickly and he grabs your hand, making you almost jump out of your skin. “Where’s your bracelet?” he asks, fingers exploring your skin around your wrist. There’s a slight tan line where the friendship bracelet the two of you exchanged when you were ten used to sit. “Did you lose it?” he asks, eyes wrought with worry.

“I did,” you mumble guiltily. “It was an accident. I was swimming in the lake near my grandma’s place and when I came out it was gone.” You pull your hand away from his grasp and rub your arm nervously. “I tried to find it for a couple days but the water isn’t that clear.”

“Hey,” Shawn puts his fingers under your chin and lifts your head “it’s alright. It’s amazing we made them last nine years. One of them was bound to break off and get lost.” He holds up his wrist where his is still tied on, several pieces of the colorful braid are sticking out, frayed from the years of wear and tear. “It is pretty ratty now,” he mumbles, looping two fingers under the bracelet and tugging. It snaps off with a little effort.

“Shawn,” you gasp, hands going to the bracelet in his hand. “You didn’t have to do that!”

“But it’s mate is gone. We’ll get something better, something that will last longer.”

“Keep it,” you fold his fingers over the bracelet and he keeps them there. “Don’t throw it out.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment. Eyes searching each others for some unknown words. Your hand curled over his much bigger one. He gives a small nod, agreeing to never get rid of it. But the moment is gone as soon as it came as Shawn smiles and says, “Wanna come in and play Mario Party?”

You push him into his Jeep and laugh. “There’s my nerd!”

Shawn comes at you, fingers going to your sides and tickling them and making you squeal. You jump and run toward the door you know goes to the kitchen. Shawn follows, hot on your heels tickling relentlessly until you’re screaming, nearly falling through the door as you push it open. He wraps his arm around your middle and walks you inside.

“I’m gonna go shower real fast, you get it set up okay?” Shawn says quickly, dropping a kiss on the top of your head before hurrying off to the bathroom.

You take a second, really taking in his kitchen. It seemed like it had been forever since you’d been in his house but it was the same as ever. You walk around the spacious kitchen, opening the old snack cupboard the two of you would raid once Shawn was tall enough to reach the doors. A smile spreads across your face as you remember the night his parents went to a party for his dad’s work and the two of you made yourselves sick on poptarts, pringles and oreos.

The sound of the shower snaps you out of memory lane and you remember you’re supposed to be starting up the Wii to play mario party. Grabbing a few snacks from the cupboard, you head for the stairs to the basement where the consoles were hooked up. It also happened to be Shawn’s bedroom, well, his bed was actually in a small room off to the side of the den down there but it was always Shawn’s space. The only time anyone came down was for family gatherings or to check laundry in the small area behind the stairs.

The den looked the same as it always had. Cozy and perfect. You kick off your shoes beside the stairs and walk across the plush carpet, wiggling your toes a bit as you set down the snacks. You sink into the huge plush sofa that you’d slept on countless times and let out a contented sigh. It felt so good to be back home again. Your moms would joke that the two of you had two houses growing up and it was true. You spent almost every day with Shawn in the summertime, and most days during school, but work and homework got in the way of spending time together and things became comfortably different.

“Did you get it set up?” Shawn asks from behind you and you jerk, turning to look over the back of the couch. He’s standing by his bedroom door with a towel around his waist, staring expectantly over at you. “It still works right?”

“I...uh...I haven’t tried yet?”

“Oh,” Shawn smiles softly. “Oh I see. You got the snacks first, good thinking. I suppose we might be down here a while.” His smile quickly turns to a smirk before he goes into his room to put on some clothes. His words send a flush across your cheeks and down your chest.

You get the Wii set up, finding the remotes in the same place they always were, and the game tucked neatly on the game shelf right where it had always been since Shawn got it. Within a minute you have everything set up to play and you’re pointing the wiimote at the TV to pick Toadette as your player.

Shawn appears, crawling over the back of the couch and settling right next to you. “I have pizza rolls and those little cheese filled pretzel bites if you want some.” He grabs the other wiimote and selects Yoshi as his player.

“I’m good for now, but we’ll see,” you keep your eyes on the screen as you pick a 50 turn game, knowing it would take hours on end to finish. Shawn makes a noise of approval as you select the Tycoon Town level. His arm comes around your shoulders and somehow it’s not as friendly as you remember. It’s...more.

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Two hours and two plates of pizza rolls, four sodas and a couple bowls of popcorn later and you’re falling asleep tucked into Shawn’s side. It was turn forty finally and there was still ten whole turns left. The whole night had been riddled with teasing, taunting and suggestive comments. Shawn was the worst when it came to teasing you because it was just so easy. Every time a mini game required you to shake the remote vigorously he would make groaning noises and say, “Oh yeah, like that baby.” in the most ridiculously suggestive tone.

Every single time it would make you blush and you would smack his chest which in turn would get you the most adorable giggle. When the two of you would get paired up, you would groan because you were really bad at the mini games and being paired up meant you would probably lose for your team. But Shawn never saw it like that. He’d just squeeze your leg and tell you that he would win it for you, and he always did. The guy was insanely good at the mini games and it always left you in awe.

By turn 45 you were almost gone, eyes drooping, controller slipping from your hand. Shawn puts his hand into your hair and runs his finger through it. He doesn’t bother trying to wake you as you use him as a pillow. The music from the game plays in the background and you find your eyes closing for good, no longer peeking back open to see who’s turn it was.

When you wake up a while later you’re lying between Shawn’s legs with your head rested on his chest. His breathing is slow and he’s very warm. He must have fallen asleep too. As you try to move and sit up his arm on your back tightens and he shifts slightly, causing you to roll more into the back of the couch.

“Shawn,” you whisper, patting his chest. “Shawn I should go home.”

“Mmm no, stay with me,” he mumbles in a sleep heavy tone. “I missed you.”

Those three word send an ache through you that makes you press yourself closer to him. You grip his shirt, fingers curling into the soft cotton. You’d missed him too. Six months was a long time to be away. “I missed you too bub,” you whisper, voice breaking as your emotions get the best of you. His hand finds your hair and he holds your head against him.

“Don’t cry. It’s okay to miss each other. As long as we always come back to each other.” Shawn rests his free hand on his stomach with his pinky finger poked out. “Remember our promise?”

You nod, sniffing as you loop your small pinky with his. “We’ll always come back and never leave each other alone.”

Shawn hums, fingers flexing against your scalp. “No matter what changes, or how we change, we’re friends until the end.” He pulls his finger from yours and wipes the tears on your cheek. “Do you want to stay the night?”

“I don’t know if I should,” you mumble. How would staying the night look now that you were both nineteen? Not to mention there was obviously some tension between the two of you. Staying the night could be the worst thing ever or the best. It scared you to find out.

“Stop over thinking,” Shawn chuckles, patting your cheek. “Do you want to or not?”

“I do.”

“Then go back to sleep.”

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You stayed the night, and the next night and the next. Your mom didn’t ask about it, she only gave you a sly little smile when you told her you’d been staying at Shawn’s. It was like everyone knew that you and Shawn would end up together someday. Even before the two of you knew. But moms liked to pretend to know everything, so they had to be right sometimes.

It’s Saturday morning and you wake up to find a little box on the pillow next to your head. Shawn was long gone, probably on his early morning run. You sit up and turn the flat square box around in your hands, debating on opening it now or waiting for Shawn. If he left it then he probably wanted you to open it when you woke up. Which meant it was definitely your birthday gift even though Shawn himself was more than enough of a gift. You shake it and it rattles a bit.

Curiosity gets the best of you and you open the lid to find a charm bracelet. It’s one of those Pandora style ones with the thick band that had removable beads with designs on them. You pick it up and pass your fingers over the beads delicately. There is one with a little paintbrush, one with a bike, a little tent, a music note, a tiara and an infinity symbol with a sapphire and an emerald in the loops. It’s beautiful and you reach for your phone to text Shawn but the second you get it he walks in.

“Good morning birthday girl,” he purrs, sinking onto the bed and crawling to lay on his side next to you. “I made breakfast.”

“This is really expensive,” you laugh, holding the bracelet out.

Shawn looks at it adoringly. “It was a little expensive, but I promised to replace the old bracelet you lost. This one is much better.” He takes it from you and touches each bead as he talks. “The paint brush is for your love of art. The bike is for when we first met when you fell and broke your leg in front of my house when we were six. The tent is for when we went to summer camp and tried to run away and lived in the woods together for three days. The music note is because we both love music and you’ve inspire me to write so many songs since I learned to play guitar.” He looks up at you and you can’t stop the tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. “The tiara is because you’re a princess, no matter what you say, I know you are.”

You let out a little chuckle at the princess bit. He had been calling you that since you were kids because he always wanted to be a knight that protected a princess. You just so happened to fit the bill but you didn’t mind because he was a very good knight and saved you from many snakes and beetles.

Shawn sits up and points to the last bead, the infinity symbol. “The sapphire because your favorite color is blue and the emerald because my favorite color is green...and the infinity symbol because you’re my forever.” He takes your wrist and clasps the bracelet around it carefully before hooking his pinky with yours. It’s then you notice a black leather braided bracelet around his wrist with the same infinity bead woven into the center.

“My forever,” you whisper, holding his pinky tight with yours.

Shawn leans in and tilts your chin up with his fingers as he kisses you softly. “Happy birthday princess.”

#stories #friends to lovers

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katie-learning-lessons · 5 years ago

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Reincarnation

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”

If you scroll down my Instagram far enough, you’ll notice that I’ve posted this quote before. Every time I read it, my heart takes a deep breath and any insecurities polluting my soul are exhaled out.

Random fun fact: F. Scott Fitzgerald did not write this quote. It is from the movie adaptation of “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” a short story BY Fitzgerald but the quotes itself is written by the screenwriter who added in to the Hollywood movie.

Although not actually written by the famous author, I think it’s something so comforting and beautiful to read. Something I think that should be said/read more often.

Why am I talking about this misquote today? Well, lots of reasons. And since I have my own blog, I can write all of them down here and you can choose to read them or not. As always, I hope that my silly enlightenments and my ramblings of the heart do something for you when you take the time to read them.

I’m currently home in the land of sunshine and tacos, beautiful California. My wonderful family is there along with some truly one of kind friends. I usually spend a lot of time with my grandma, the most unique friend of them all. She’s one of those people that captivates anyone that meets her. I truly believe that if you were to cut her open, her heart would be the biggest organ inside gleaming with diamonds and gold. So yeah, she’s pretty cool. I like hanging out with her, buying her rare succulents and treating her to Japanese buffets when I can. And when she’s not bitching about my sisters or telling me the genealogy of her cats, she has really profound things to say.

Before I continue, I have some background information. Lately, I’ve been wearing sequins and glitter.... really anything that captures the light and projects it back into the world. Not only because it’s the time of year for them, but because they make me happy. One day, I was looking at some of my most treasured dresses and thinking to myself “I literally cannot wait time wear these again..when can I? Christmas party? New Years? Toppers? All so far away.....” Then it clicked; I can wear them whenever I want. I’m an adult with a fashion degree. Everyone wears what’s safe but I’m not like everyone. Sequins make me happy so why not be happy everyday. What’s holding me back? A few odd looks? Fuck them.

And fucked they were because I did it. I wore sequins to work, I work glitter heels to grocery store and I wore my statement necklace to a movie theater. And not only have I felt the surge of exhilaration stepping out of my house everyday but I have seen what it does to the viewer of my outfits. Sometimes I do get the odd looks but more than that, I get smiles, I get compliments and I get to have conversations with strangers about the beauty of life. Changing my wardrobe has changed my outlook on my life and myself.

Back to grandma. As she admired one of the many sequin outfits I brought on my sunshine adventure back home, she said:

“What a wonderful time it is to be alive and be who you want to be. I see people with rainbow hair, wild tattoos and funky fashion and I tell them them how beautiful they are for being themselves. Back in my day (she was born in 1940) everything had to match. We had to wear clothes for dinner, church, whatever and it was so boring. Now, I see people being who they want to be and it’s so accepted. I hope it never changes.”

Aside the fact that my grandma will be 80 next year and passes no judgment on others and the way the look, the word accepted is what stands out for me. Accepted is definitely a word of broad proportions. It changes and adapts in every part of the world. Growing up in California, my grandma has accustomed to a liberal-ish lifestyle. So accepted is pretty adapted there but other places, not so much. But that is another blog for another day.

Back to the quote. How wonderful it is to start over. No time limit. You can change whenever you want or stay the same. It’s all up to you. I remember being so young, so judge-mentally religious and prude. I told myself that I would always wear what was trendy, I would only ever date/marry Christian men and I would never ever do drugs or drink alcohol. I would never be overweight. I was better than that. I was to be the most perfect and successful person in the room.......never say never Bitch.

If 20 year old Katie met 29 year old Katie, it would be a shit show. I would tell the 20 year old version of myself that divorce was literally the best thing to happen to her. I would blow her mind and tell her she’s married to an agnostic *gasp*. I would tell her that I’m overweight for drinking too much champagne and beer. I would tell her that there is no black and white in life, just gray. I would tell her she’s on antidepressants and goes to therapy. I would tell her that she’s been to 15 countries and has 0 children. I would tell her that wearing sequins is her super power. I would tell her that she gets a reincarnation in life and that it’s so scary and beautiful. A second chance to be who you really want to be. That she is finally happy and free.

So for those who have made this far in my thoughts, I hope you have the courage to change or start over. It’s not easy but it’s definitely worth it.

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Is there an ex you think about everyday? nope.

Who is the last person that you said I love you to, besides family members? probably kayla, since jacob is technically my family too.

Are you mad at anyone right now? not really. maybe a little frustrated because jake’s not listening to me about me needing to get a job, even though i would rather stay home with wy, but we need the money too.

Is there one thing all of your ex’s had in common? i only count myself as having one ex really.

What’s a compliment you receive often? i’m a good mom. i hope so. i’m trying. wy deserves the best.

Have you ever had a friend that got a bf/gf,and then completely ignored you? not completely, but close. definitely talked to me a lot less.

What summer was the best of your entire lifetime? i don’t know. this past summer was good because of wy. even though we didn’t do much.

Would you ever go back to any of your past relationships? nope.

Who was the last person to comfort you when you were upset or crying? phe, cocoa, and wy.

What would you name a baby girl if you had one? i don’t know. i really like the name nora lately. middle name will defintely be sue after my grandma that we live wit though. if wy had been a girl, we would have probably named him adalyn sue. jacob liked the name adalyn.

Do you want to get married? i am married.

What does your last recieved text say? "it’ll be fine love”. but things wouldn’t be “fine” now if it weren’t for my parents helping so much...

If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be? i’m happy right here.

Do you prefer to text or talk on the phone? text. talking on the phone freaks me out.

Whats the worst thing you have ever said to anyone? i don’t know. i’m generally not a mean person.

What was your favorite walt disney movie as a child? the lion king.

What will your last words be when you die? i wouldn’t know. i can’t see the future.

What was the worst day of your life? there’s been a few pretty shitty days. like being sexually abused. those days sucked. the day my grandma randolph died sucked. i could go on.

Do you know anyone that’s gotten an abortion before? yeah.

Do you think you could forgive someone for cheating on you? i forgave jacob once. i couldn’t do it again though.

Who is the last person you argued with? probably jacob.

Have you ever been arrested? nope.

Who was the last person your gave your number to? techinically, a company i applied for tonight.

Why do you hate your ex? i don’t.

Do you still talk to the first person you kissed? we’re married.

Do you have a picture of you kissing someone? maybe on social media. oh, and probably in our wedding pictures, but i still haven’t got to see all of those... they’re at my parents’ house. i need to get them on my computer.

Are you hard to please? no. all i want is to be able to buy things wyatt needs and things just because and that would make me happy. oh, and food things to make actual decent dinners.

Have you ever gotten back with an ex? richard and i were a little on and off in middle school.

Who was the last person to comment one of your pictures? i don’t remember.

What does the 3rd text message in your inbox say? not numbered like that.

Why did your last relationship end? just wasn’t into him.

Have you learned from your past mistakes? yes and no.

Who’s the last guy you hugged? wyatt.

Who’s the last girl you hugged? erin.

Do you tend to go for older or younger when looking for someone to date? jacob is 22 days younger, but before him, i only liked older guys.

Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed? yeah. sure do.

Would you ever use anyone for money? no.

Have you ever been used? yeah. story of my life.

When do you want to get married? i am married.

Who was the last person to make you cry? jacob i think.

Have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head? yeah.. it happens.

Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? not even a little. i adore him still.

Do you have more guy or girl friends?

i have one friend. kayla. so girls.

Have you ever cheated on anyone?

no.

Have you ever cried over an ex? nope.

Do you believe that the last person that you kissed cares for you? yeah.

Do you have any kids or want any in the future? i have one. wyatt. :) i would be fine with him being my only one, but i’d be fine having one more in the future too so he doesn’t grow up alone.

Do you think you’re pretty? i know i’m not.

What did you dress up as last Halloween? nothing.

What hair color do you prefer on the opposite sex? i don’t really care. jake has brown though.

What about eye color? i like jacob’s brown eyes.

Is there anyone in your life who you won’t ever want to lose? there’s quite a few people like that.

Are you evil? i wouldn’t say that, no.

Do you judge people when you first meet them? to some degree, sure. almost everyone does, whether they realize it or not. i try not to though.

Have you ever got caught cheating on a test? i never cheated on a test.

How old do people tell you that you look? 16ish.

Relationship between you and the last person you texted? married.

Will your next kiss be a mistake? nope.

Have you ever worn an oxygen mask? i think so.

What would make your life perfect? it’s alright at the moment.

What song do you want to be played at your funeral? don’t know.

How many swear words are in the song you’re listening to? no music.

What color was the last swimsuit you wore? blue and white.

Who did you like this time last year? jacob.

Have you ever kissed anyone of the same sex and if so who? kayla. on a drunk dare during a drinking game.. oh, and brittany.

What color do you dye your hair? i don’t dye it.

Did anything annoy you today? yeah. sister’s attitude.

Has anyone ever said they loved you and not meant it? yup.

Do you still care about the person you first kissed? yeah. we’re married.

Is trust an issue you have? yeah. it kind of is.

Have any of your family members been to jail? yeah. a lot of the randolph side has. my dad has too. he went over some stupid bills once.

Are you wearing any rings right now? no. i’m afraid of my rings scratching wyatt.

Who did you last tell to ‘shut up’? i told the girls to be quiet because wy was sleeping but i’d never tell them to shup up.

Who took a picture with you last? wyatt. he didn’t have a choice. lol.

Would you ever get a tattoo of a boyfriend/girlfriends name? NO.

Is there any drama in your life right now? not since a couple people sort of left it.

Are you close to your mother? i’m pretty close to her, yeah. we spend a lot of time together.

Are you one of those girls who already have baby names picked out? i had ideas but we ended up going with something totally different from ones i had picked.

Do you know someone who’s a stripper? i know a couple people who used to be.

Do you think guys with long hair are attractive? depends on the guy and length.

Who’s the last person you heard swear? my mom.

Are any of your siblings taller than you? two of them.

Who’s the last person that you smiled at? wyatt.

Do you think anyone hates you? it wouldn’t surprise me.

Can you open up to others easily? not really. it’s worse now. everyone kind of left me. i don’t really have any friends anymore. even kayla kinda disappeared, although she’ll randomly pop in from time to time.. it’s more to see wyatt.. she barely talks to me or gets off her phone.

Is anyone angry with you at the moment? probably.

Do you believe in giving second chances? i give out millions of them.

Who did you last talk to on AIM? i don’t have aim.

Have you ever scared someone so badly that they cried? i don’t think so.

When was the last time you wore high heels? high school. and even then, they weren’t very high.

When was the last time you were extremely upset? yesterday.

Is there someone that you want to hurt right now? no.

Have you graduated high school yet? yeah. i graduated high school in 2012 and college in 2016.

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