#oh tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow has a nice cover BAM you now feel awful and in awe at once

[emptymilk-bottle]

i need books to stop getting in my head

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Got7 Reaction: Their s.o has chronic pain

JB

This was the third time you had cancelled plans with him without any warning and he was not having it. He showed up at your home, knocking harshly on your door. When he opened it to find you wrapped in a blanket and looking miserable his anger immediately dissipates and now he’s just concerned for you. 

“Baby? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” 

“Can we go sit down please? Having to stand is just way too hard for me right now.” He scoops you up in his arms and carries you back to bed to lay down. It’s then that you tell him about your chronic pain. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me that before y/n? I wouldn’t have been mad at you if you would have just been honest with me.” 

“I was worried you would think I was a burden, so I hid it from you.” He lightly kisses your forehead.

“I would never think you were a burden. Let me help take care of you okay?” He doesn’t leave you side the entire day, getting up to get you anything you need. He even cooks you your favorite meal to help you feel better.

“Next time something is wrong just tell me. It isn’t going to change the fact that I love you.”

Mark

When you called Mark to cancel the plans for you to go see your favorite band he was a little angry with you. “But I already spent money to get us these tickets, why are you just suddenly cancelling the day of with hardly any warning?”

“Just.. I’m not feeling well okay Mark?”

“What do you mean? Are you sick?” 

“Just let it go, please I don’t feel like explaining myself right now.” His tone softens with you when he can hear you sound like you’re in pain.

“Honey please tell me what’s wrong. Let me help you.” You huff out a sigh.

“I have fibromyalgia. Which means I am in pain all of the time. Some days it gets really bad and I can’t even hardly leave my bed. This is one of those times. I’m so sorry it took a lot for you to get the tickets but, I can barely get out of my bed there’s no way I can sit at a concert for three hours.” 

“Oh, jagi don’t apologize it’s okay. Do you want me to come over and stay with you?” 

“Please..” Not an hour later and he’s showed up at your door with all of your favorite snacks and a new fluffy blanket. He wraps you up in it and has you lay down on his chest. He makes you promise to call him whenever you’re not feeling well so he can come and take care of you and make sure you’re okay. 

Jackson

Jackson showed up to your door with his suitcase in hand and was surprised to see you open the door still in your pajamas. 

“Baby, our flight leaves for us to go and meet my parents soon did you forget?”

“Oh.. No Jackson I didn’t forget I just can’t go with you I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean you can’t go? This is your first time meeting my family y/n do you not realize how important this is to me?”

“I do Jackson but I’m sorry I just can’t.” 

“You better give me a damn good reason y/n this is serious I’m not playing around.” He sees you wince and your legs almost give out and he’s immediately worried for you. He grabs your arm to help steady you but you whimper from the pain.

“Baby? What’s wrong are you sick?” 

“I have chronic pain Jackson that’s why I can’t go with you. Normally I can just deal with it but this is a really bad episode I’m so sorry. I know how much this meeting with your family meant to you.” Now you’re crying and he feels terrible for yelling at you. 

“Oh, honey no it’s okay. We can always reschedule with them they’ll understand trust me. Let’s just focus on helping you feel better.” You nod your head and scoops you up in his arms and carries you to place you back in bed.

“Get some rest y/n. I’ll be right here if you need me okay?”

Jinyoung

Jinyoung had been planning this vacation with you for weeks. He finally had some time off from the busy tour and comeback schedule and he wanted to spend it with you. When he called you to make sure you were going to be ready to leave tomorrow and you cancelled on him he was very upset with you.

“What do you mean you’re not going? I booked the tickets, I rented the beach house you can’t just tell me you’re not going without a good reason.” 

“I just don’t want to go anymore okay, Jinyoung? Please just let it go.” 

“No. If you won’t give me an answer over the phone then I am going to come to your house and talk to you in person until you tell me what’s really going on.”

You tell him about your Fibromyalgia and his tone immediately softens.

“Oh.. I’m so sorry angel I didn’t know, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I’m insecure about it. I’m worried that having something like this makes me unlovable.” 

“I’m coming over.” The line clicks dead and 30 minutes later Jinyoung is at your door step. He immediately leans in and presses a kiss to your lips.

“You’re not unlovable y/n. You are such a kind and caring person, and I happen to love you more than anything in the world. Please don’t say anything about yourself like that, because you’re perfect.”

Youngjae

Youngjae had been planning a really nice date for you. He made a dinner reservation, was planning to take you to your favorite cake shop for dessert, and had a nice surprise planned for you at the end of the night which he refused to tell you. It made you feel awful that you had to cancel on him.

“I’m so sorry Youngjae I just.. I can’t go.” 

“What do you mean sweetheart? I planned a really nice date for us..” 

“I know Youngjae I’m sorry. I’m just in too much pain to go.”

“Too much pain? What do you mean, what’s wrong?”

“Can you come over? I’d rather talk to you in person.”

“Of course jagi I’ll be there soon.” He opens the door to your apartment and finds you curled up on the couch and he feels awful seeing you hurting so much.

“Y/n what’s going on? Why are you in so much pain?” He rubs his hand gently up and down your back to help soothe you.

“I just.. I hurt all the time Youngjae but normally I’m able to hide it. Today it just hurt so much I can’t even get up off the couch.” He eyes start to well up at this and he places soft kisses to your cheek and forehead. “You don’t have to keep stuff like this from me y/n. I love you so much and nothing is ever going to change that.”

Bambam

Bambam was so excited to have you coming to their show tonight. He hadn’t seen you in months and he couldn’t wait to have you in the crowd cheering for him. When he got a text from you saying you couldn’t make it that night he was so disappointed. He called you immediately and you didn’t answer. He called you again and this time you picked up.

“Yeah?”

“What do you mean you can’t come tonight? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” 

“I just don’t feel well. I want to just stay in bed and get some rest.” 

“Y/n I haven’t seen you for months..” You sigh into the phone.

“I know Bam, I’m sorry I just can’t make it.” 

“Fine. Then I’m coming to you after the show.” He hangs up and you curl back up under your covers and fall asleep. You awake to the sound of your bedroom door clicking closed. 

“Jagi? Wake up I brought you some things.” You pull the covers off your head and take in the sight of him. He brought you a stuffed bear, some flowers, and your favorite ramen.

“Oh.. honey this is so sweet of you.” 

“Can you tell me what’s wrong, please? I’m worried about you and you sounded terrible on the phone.”

“I have fibromyalgia and today was just a really bad day. Usually it’s manageable but today I just couldn’t handle leaving the bed for more than a few minutes to use the bathroom. I’m sorry I missed your concert.” Your lower lip just out in a pout and he kisses it lightly. 

“It’s okay baby. I wouldn’t want to risk you feeling worse just to come to our show. There will be other concerts. I’m just glad I got to see you today. I love you. And if you ever need me just tell me, okay?”

Yugyeom

“Jagi! You get to leave to come and visit me today I’m so excited!” You and Yugyeom had talked about you traveling with him for the last few weeks of their world tour. He convinced the company to agree and your bags were all packed and ready to go. Of course today would be the day that your chronic pain was the worst it’s ever been. 

“I.. Yugyeom I’m so sorry but I don’t think I’m going to be able to leave today.” He switches the call over to face time and he’s met with the sight of you still curled up in bed.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong? Are you sick?” 

“Kind of.. I mean. I have chronic pain everywhere but today it’s the worst it’s ever been. I’ve been crying almost all day because it hurts so much. I really wanted to come and see you but I can’t and I’m so sorry to disappoint you..”

“Oh baby I’m not disappointed I’m just worried about you! Do you want me to come home and take care of you?”

“No, that’s okay Yugyeom I don’t want to burden you.” He sighs loudly into the phone speaker.

“You’re never a burden to me y/n. I love you so much. Everything about you. I wish you would have told me this sooner so I could try and help you.”

“That’s sweet Yugyeom but there’s really nothing you can do. It’s just something that I have to live with.”

“Yeah well, I bet you would feel better if I was there holding you, kissing your lips, telling you how much I love you.” You giggle at him.

“You’re right Yugyeom I would. But let’s save that for when I come to see you okay? Just give me a few days to get feeling better and then I promise I will be on the first flight out to see you, okay?” His face lights up your phone screen when he smiles at you.

“Okay jagi! I love you! I can’t wait to see you.”

“I love you too Yugyeom. I’ll see you soon.” 

[post-itpenny]

Final Business

Some Mafia AU that went on for way long than intended so I apologize for the length. Tagging @clownsgobeepbeep and @grotesquegabby since a few of yours make cameos. 

Maggie sat at the little desk outside her boss’ office nervously tapping her fingers. She heard a soft jingle as a tiny figure stepped out, she gave Amaranthus a smile and tiny wave. The little girl returned so in kind before giving Maggie a suspicious look.

Maggie snickered and pulled a small paper bag from her purse, inside of which was a large cinnamon roll which she ripped in half.

“Normally I prefer these for breakfast.” Maggie giggled as she gave half to Ama, “but today is special I think.”

Ama munched on her half of the pastry, pausing on occasion to let her cat Mune lick some of the frosting from her fingers. 

Maggie scarfed down her half of the pastry, her eyes flicking to the door of the office ever so often.

“Why is today special?”

Maggie turned to Ama at the question. “Well today I have to ask your dad for a really, really big favor that’s why. This cinnamon roll grants courage.”

Maggie spoke with such certainty that Ama took a moment to stare in awe at the remains of the treat in her hands before quickly eating the rest.

“Daddy is really nice, you don’t need to be sc-scared.”

Maggie gave a tight smile, the whole ruse of being a secretary felt silly and she was absolutely certain the kid had some awareness of what her dad did for a living. Until moments like this that is. 

Maggie gave the little girl a thumbs up before going to the office door and giving a knock.

“Enter.”

Maggie found her boss seated behind his desk filling out some kind of paperwork. She hated calling him boss if she was honest with herself but that was what Blueblood was. Besides, part of her was worried if she continued to call him “ass” in her head that one day it would accidentally slip out.

“Good morning Miss Bryne I believe today you were on desk duty.”

Maggie straightened her shoulders. “Yeah well about that, sir I need to ask-”

Blueblood looked up, Maggie never started off by calling him “sir.”

“What do you want Maggie?”

“I need the day off.”

“Now?”

“Its an emergency.”

Blueblood frowned, waiting for her to elaborate. Maggie however kept silent, refusing to look away first.

“So you’re not going to even tell me why?”

“No, not now at least it's a family emergency.”

“You do know I did a background check on you yes? Miss Bryne you don’t have any family.”

Maggie flinched at the observation but refused to back down. “If you did as thorough a check as you claimed then you would know that's not entirely true. Sir I need the day off. I will owe you double the favor. Hell, I’ll do the next couple jobs free if it makes you happy.”

Bloueblood sneered, “best not considering you could stand to dress more professionally.” He eyed her scuffed boots and worn clothes. Something very obvious now that she wore a new boa. 

Maggie rolled her eyes but held her tongue, she needed this too much to blow it in the name of getting the last word.

Blueblood arched an eyebrow, surprised at her lack of sarcasm. “Fine then, double the favor and I would appreciate some form of proper explanation after. Tomorrow I expect you here bright and early.”

Maggie sighed with relief and turned to go, “thank you so much-”

“Also, stop feeding my Angel so many sweets. She gets plenty already with all the tea parties she has.”

Maggie scoffed, “oh let the kid live a little. No childhood is complete without a little sugar rush.” 

Before he could argue she was out the door.

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She had been saving for years, putting aside every penny she could spare and watching the housing market like a hawk. 

At long last, there was just enough.

Maggie’s better paycheck had helped immensely, something that made her question why was she being paid such a small wage to begin with. But Magpie sunk a large portion of her savings in as well and bought a small cottage that sat in the country nearly two hours from the city. 

Magpie had an armed guard nearly 24/7,  Maggie couldn’t be there to make sure her adopted mother was alright. When he was finally let in on the plan Vespers saw to it himself to help cover the signing fees and drive his aunt to the real estate office himself. Now here he was driving her to one final stop, one last piece of business.

The Godfather’s manor never felt so cold and unwelcoming to Magpie. This had been her childhood home, now it was a cave draped in finery. Her brother stood outside the door to the Godfather’s office, he looked so angry.

Magpie arched a questioning brow, what could she have possibly done to him personally to earn such a look?

Inside Blackwood sat waiting surrounded by guard, the blind old woman next to him as stoic as ever.

Magpie suppressed a shiver. Bridgette Bryne had always been next to her grandfather’s side, the two had always needed each other but Magpie knew how much they truly did not get along. Such an odd relationship.

“My dear Magpie,” Blackwood warmly greeted, “it's been quite sometime since you’ve visited us Angel.”

Magpie kissed his offered hand before stepping back. “Good day sir, I deeply appreciate you seeing me on such short notice.”

Blackwood sighed, “I understand how upset you must feel losing Maggie, Ms. Bryne herself was quite frustrated were you not Bridgette dear?” Blackwood asked the woman next to him.

Bridgette gave a mournful nod but nothing else, though she was blind her eyes somehow managed to land on Peregrine at the back of the room. 

“However my darling Angel,” Blackwood continued, “I must ask why such dramatics?”

Magpie felt a cold sweat break out on the back of her neck. “Sir?”

Blackwood gave a thin smile, “you came to tell me you were leaving yes? Don’t think you could hide buying a house of all things.”

“Magpie gripped the cuffs of her coat sleeves. “Sir I have long desired to leave the city altogether you know this. I have already arranged for Joseph and Vega to take over the care of the shop and I find that I am no longer useful to you anyways. What's more with Jack’s crew running about I’m only a liability to you my dear Blackwood sir. I felt this would be the better arrangement.”

“But you seem to be under the impression I would allow you to leave my dear Angel.”

Magpie frowned, she was afraid of this. It took so much begging to him for her to retire, even more to find an arrangement that allowed her to leave the manor. Blackwood was a manipulative and greedy one no doubt. A control freak till the end.

“Sir I serve no purpose to you. My last act of service was caring for Ms. Bryne’s granddaughter-”

“Which you did quite wonderfully. I’m afraid the girl’s own rash behavior caused this consequence.”

Bridgette hummed in annoyance, “she certainly didn’t get it from me.”

Blackwood cleared his throat to pull the attention back to him. “I never formally dismissed you from service to your family Magpie my dear. While I am upset to have lost one perfectly good asset I refuse to lose another.”

“You have a funny way of treating your valuable people if I may be so bold, sir.” Magpie deadpanned.

Blackwood grinned, it was not a good thing. “Ah there it is. So this is where the little bird got her sass. Oh but I do take care of what is valuable my Angel. I shall reacquire Maggie in time don’t you fret and when I do she shall come directly back to her grandmother for training again. Blueblood will either drive her out or toss her aside quickly no doubt. A harsh lesson in obedience but a solid one.”

Magpie blanched, horrified at how serious he was. But Blackwood was still smiling. “What’s more my darling Angel you can’t possibly leave now given your recent promotion.”

“What promotion?”

“Well I can’t possibly be around forever Magpie. It has been my intention for years that you would be the perfect fit. You have a generous nature and are very calculating. But you and I both know the coldness underneath that fa-sod. A perfect fit indeed.

Magpie stood in shock, processing this new information. No wonder her brother was so angry.

Magpie started laughing. 

It was a loud, hysterical laugh. Blackwood’s smile quickly slipping from his face.

“No you fool of an old man. I can’t stand you, why on Earth would I want to replace you?”

She continued to laugh as she turned to leave, only to be stopped when three of Blackwood’s men drew guns.

The laughter stopped but Magpie still did not turn to face him.

“Please by all means, go ahead and shoot.”

She took another step.

The man to her left pulled the trigger.

BAM!

The man collapsed, brains blown out. Magpie stock still with her gun still pointed in his direction.

Where she had even drawn the gun from did not matter, she didn't even look to the man when she shot him.

The other two gunmen backed away, Magpie looked over her shoulder with a giggle, she had a cold but mad look in her eye.

This is what Blackwood was so desperate to keep.

His Angel of Death. 

“Such a bastard,” she hissed. “You never let me off my leash unless it was to maw your enemies. You kept both my little bird and I on tight funds so we could never gain any financial independence. You expect me to admire and adore you and fear you all at once. How stupid. The only thing you can truly hold over me you allowed my brother to send packing into the hands of a devil but far, far out of your grip.”

Blackwood paled, looking to Peregrine who stood with his arms crossed and just the slightest smirk.

“My deepest apologies sir, you did tell me to deal with her as I saw fit. Maggie was a liability.”

Blackwood looked from one sibling to the other, perhaps… just perhaps… they were more coordinated than he thought.

Again Magpie laughed, “shoot me I don’t care. But you know I’m faster than any of your men Blackwood. If I die you come with me.”

The words hung in the air.

She was right and they all knew it.

Magpie walked out the door gun in her hand, her brother did not follow but did give just the tiniest smile on her way out.

Mission accomplished.

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Vespers had been waiting in the car, he did not see his aunt tuck a gun into the band of her skirt. All he saw was a tired older woman he had been tasted to drive to the bus station with her bags.

“I’m really sorry I can’t come with you like planned Aunt Pie,” Vespers sighed. “I have some unexpected errands to run tonight.”

Magpie smiled and gave her nephew a kiss on the head, “it’s quite alright Vessy dear. I won’t be alone. By the way, some parting advice for you. Please do yourself a favor and talk to that D’Vitt boy. The worst that can happen is he isn’t interested.” 

Vespers blushed in embarrassment as they arrived at the bus station. Almost not noticing Maggie come up to the car and help Magpie out.

“So I can’t stay the night but I’ll take the last bus back so I can help you get settled.”

Magpie smiled and hugged Maggie tightly, the two carrying Magpie’s bags as they boarded the bus together.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

At the D’Vitt Casino no one was aware of the drama that had occurred at the Blackwood estate. They were just aware that one Blackwood was now walking towards the bar where Stellar D’Vitt had been speaking with the bartender.

He frowned at the white-haired figure that approached, “what the hell are you doing here?”

Vespers gave a cheeky grin. “Well I have been running errands all evening and finished my last one not too far from here. Figured I would stop by and grab a drink before calling it a night. Mind joining me?”

Stellar sneered, “whatever you’re after you won’t find it here.” With this he walked off leaving Vespers alone at the bar.

The bartender watched in mild amusement as Vespers sat down with a tired sigh, “it’s Harley yes? It's been a long day friend, what do you recommend?” 

Harley shook his head with a smirk as he reached for a glass.

[howsit-going-toend]

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) Pt. 7

A Kwon Jiyong x Reader AU series featuring Kim Jiwon and Choi Seunghyun

Genre: Crime/Mafia/ANGST

Word count: 4,700+

Summary: You joined the police force years ago to help clean up the streets of Seoul and rid the city of organized crime. You’ve seen some shit. You’re surely prepared for anything…but how are you supposed to feel when the big bad crime boss you’ve been after turns out to be a familiar (to say the least) face?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

(A/N: WOW it’s been a while. Buckle up because this one’s a doozie. Doosie?...Duzey? Anyway, this part finally breaks down the past and lays it all out there. I’m truly happy with this and I hope you all understand why it took so long to finally post/write. As always, enjoy!)

Eleven Years Ago

“And his laugh! Oh my god, don’t get me started about that damn laugh.” You groaned, taking a sip of wine before imitating a laugh that sounded a little too much like Tommy Wiseau.

Jiyong covered his mouth with the back of his hand, chuckling uncontrollably at the impression of your now-ex boyfriend.

“See, THAT’s genuine laughter! You know why? Because I’m hilarious god damnit.” You took another frustrated sip.

“Y/N, I know you’re kind of worked up, but maybe slow it down there.” Jiyong suggested between his giggles.

It was your nineteenth birthday; the day you were finally of legal drinking age and the same day that you decided to break up with your most recent boyfriend. The two of you dated for just a little over three months. To you, it was three months that you hardly paid attention to, focusing more on yourself and finishing your first year of university and feeling as though texting him back was more of an obligation than a joy. You decided to break things off before getting too serious. But evidently, to him, the last three months were nothing short of incredible.

You assumed your words would be met with immediate acceptance; the end that was inevitable from the beginning. But no. He was devastated. And after he drove away, and you immediately felt like garbage, you took a quick trip to pick up a bottle of wine and call your best friend over.

It was the first time Jiyong had seen your apartment, since the two of you got accepted to different universities. Here he was after gladly tossing aside his own deadlines and driving the two and a half hours it took to reach you. His parents always said “Jiyong would cross oceans for Y/N at any hour of the day or night,” and they knew you would do the same in a heartbeat.

You’d known each other since you were children, so it didn’t surprise you when Jiyong made a comment on you drinking that reverted back to more of an older brother mentality.

“Hey, uh, how about maybe you don’t tell me what to do?” You replied with your sassiest expression.

“My bad, I forgot who I was talking to.” He smiled, taking a sip from his own glass. “So why’d you do it today anyway?”

You groaned. “Because he was planning to take me to some wine and food festival tomorrow that was probably going to be super expensive. And knowing how long I’ve been debating on breaking up with him, I knew it had to be today. But I didn’t expect him to bring me gifts too! I tried to emphasize to him so many times that I don’t like presents and yet he brought some up tonight.”

Jiyong smirked. “Wow he wanted to buy you gifts. He sounds awful. Good riddance!”

“Ji, I swear t-.”

“I’m kidding! You shouldn’t be expected to reciprocate feelings just because the guy buys you things. What did he try to give you?”

You winced thinking back to just a few hours prior to this. “A pair of slippers, some fancy candles, and this foot scrub because ‘you always said your feet hurt.’ But he gave it all to me after I broke up with him so of course, he said that to me with his head down like I just kicked a puppy. Also just putting it out there that I’ve literally never said that to him about my feet.”  

You paused to let out a frustrated exhale and drink a little more. “But the worst was honestly the cupcake. I was pacing in my room before he got here, trying not to lose my nerve because I felt so bad already. Then he emerges from his car and walks towards my door with a stupid cupcake. One with a single lit candle that he was holding his hand up around to keep the air from blowing it out. When he got to me, I said ‘oh no, you didn’t have to do that.’ And he laughed and said ‘yes!’ Then I basically leaned over, blew the candle out and said ‘No really, you shouldn’t have done that. Listen, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

“Y/N!” Jiyong laughed out loud, failing to cover it up with his hand once again in attempts not to ridicule this poor boy. “That’s borderline cruel. You said it before he could even get inside?”

“I had to! It’s my birthday and I needed to.” You stated and took a long last sip of your glass.

“No, I know. I know. But you know what I’m going to say.” He smirked.

You stuck your index finger out at him. “Don’t. Don’t say it.” You got up to get a refill and shouted once you reached the kitchen. “I mean it!”

“Ok… how about I call you heartbreaker instead?” He squeezed his eyes shut, silencing a chuckle, knowing the look you were about to give him once you returned to the couch.

You didn’t disappoint. You blew around the corner, almost spilling your new glass just to stare him down. “Oh you want to throw that word around? If anyone deserves that nickname it’s you and you know it!”

“Wow, didn’t even bother to ask if I needed a refill.” He pouted.

“Yeah, well too bad. Don’t avoid that title!”

He chuckled, knowing he hadn’t lost his touch with successfully pushing all the right buttons. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sprang up from the couch to reach the wine.

“Of course you don’t… What about that girl you were telling me about a while back? You haven’t said a word about her since you’ve been here. You already broke up with her, didn’t you! Let’s point the right fingers here.”

“All right, yeah, I did.” He uttered from the kitchen over the sound of his glass filling.

“Ha!”

“On her birthday.”

You nearly choked on your own drink. “Ji, what the hell!”

“Kidding! Stop taking everything I say so seriously. Who are you?” He returned to the couch with a plop, gracefully avoiding spilling anything. “It was Valentine’s Day.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I hate you sometimes.”

You bantered back and forth for a couple more hours, polishing off the bottle of wine before making a quick on-foot journey to get another. It finally being your nineteenth birthday created a nice change to you and Jiyong’s usual strategy involving you entering a store separately; you purchasing snacks while he dilly dallies around the alcohol aisle, waiting for you to leave. Tonight, the two of you could blissfully waltz up and down the place without a worry.

You were all too eager to show your ID to the cashier when it was time to pay. “Bam!” You stated before the man could even finish asking you for it, making Jiyong smack his forehead with the palm of his hand.

“Do you think he knows?” You whispered as he held the door open for you, referencing your slight drunkenness in the least stealthy way possible.

“Well, I’m sure he does now.” He laughed.  

The two of you walked back to your apartment, giddy from the wine you’d already consumed meanwhile anticipating the next bottle and arsenal of snacks that you were about to. You were blissfully drunk, with a full stomach, before you knew it. All along, you both babbled on with random life updates littered among childhood memories. There was no birthday celebration that could compare to this.

“Oh hey, you brought up the record player!” Jiyong exclaimed, having made his way to the corner of your living room; where you stored all the hand-me-down vinyls you’d both grown up listening to.  

“Nope that’s a new one actually. My aunt bought it for me before I moved out. She actually said ‘you can’t have mine but this one looks like it, ok?’”

You both laughed. “I actually saw her last weekend when I visited my parents.” Jiyong said as he ran his index finger along the edges of every vinyl.

“Awh, you did? God she was probably so happy to see you. When I visit, I just get scolded for not calling enough.” You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance.

“Listen, it’s the same thing when I see my parents. If you visit them, they’re both so cheery, especially my mom.” Jiyong laughed.

You beamed. “I love your mom! Does she ask about me?”

“Literally every time I’m home. She and Dami always ask when we’re getting married.”

“My aunt does the same thing!” You started laughing in hysteric unison. Your families always wanted you to end up together and they’d brought it up for years; always giving the two of you something to laugh about.

Jiyong shook his head and smiled as he pulled out a record, having finally decided to put some music on. “All right. We’ve got to play this throwback.”

“You know: Technically they’re all throwbacks. Neither of us were alive when any of thes-.” You stopped and laughed drunkenly at the look he turned to give you for the stupid remark.

“Oh wait wait!” You announced when a certain record got your attention. “I think we should put this one on and reliv-.”

“Nooo no!” He brushed your hand away from reaching for The Temptations’ “My Girl.”

“Oh come on, Ji. I’m the only one here. Please! Just do the dance, you don’t have to sing!” You begged.

He rolled his eyes and stepped aside. “Fine. You better not record this though.” He held out his pinky to you with narrowed eyes; what might as well be a binding contract with how you both treasured it in the past. You hooked your pinky around his and used your other hand to place your phone down. “Promise.”

He took to a position that offered the most open space while you dropped the needle on the outside of the record. As the song began, you crossed your arms and stared at him with a huge smile as he reluctantly began to step back and forth.

I’ve got sunshine, on a cloudy day

When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May…

It was a performance perfectly reenacted from when you were kids; you were five and he was hardly seven. It was one of his mom’s most cherished home movies; little Jiyong performing his heart out at a family party, winning the hearts of all those around as he danced this adorable doo wop routine while gesturing to you with a bright smile.

Tonight was only a little different; that bright smile being replaced with one of red cheeked embarrassment as he extended an arm to you on each “My girl!” line. You snapped your fingers along, amused at how he remembered just about every step. When the song came to an end, you cheered and clapped proudly.

“All right, all right. We’re done with that!” He exclaimed, diving back into the rows of vinyl.

You both agreed to assemble a playlist; taking turns stacking your favorite singles out beside the turntable, one on top of the other, ready to be played in that order. Each one had a different memory attached to it that would light both of your faces with nostalgia within their first few seconds.

“Ah, ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough!’” You exclaimed as Jiyong’s next choice began to play. “Your mom used to play this when she took us to school in the morning, right?”

His smile expanded as he started to lipsync along.

Listen baby,

Ain’t no mountain high, ain’t no valley low

Ain’t no river wide enough, baby

You started to snap your fingers back and forth before you joined in on your part.

If you need me, call me

No matter where you are, no matter how far

Jiyong extended an arm out to you dramatically: Don’t worry baby

You grabbed his hand and spun into his arms just in time for the chorus. Giggles escaped your chest, preventing either of you from continuing to sing along. This closeness was nothing out of the ordinary for you two. You’d danced together like that for as long as you can remember. Your fingers intertwined with smiles so wide they’d hurt if you weren’t a little intoxicated; it was harmless.

When the song came to an end and your next choice was readied, you naturally returned to each other’s arms. This time was a slow song, but neither of you missed a beat.

Put your head on my shoulder

You smiled at each other once more before obeying the opening lyric. You lowered your head to rest comfortably above his collarbone while the two of you swayed back and forth. “God, what a song.” You grinned.

“I know. This song’s helped me put the moves on someone at least three different times.”

You lightly smacked his chest, making him laugh. “Shut up.” You sighed back into him and closed your eyes. “I swear though, wine and slow dancing go together too well. And this is the best song for it.”

“Really? Better than Elvis? I don’t think you really believe that.” He argued. You lifted your head to see him holding his index finger up towards you, silently telling you to wait a second. He scurried back to the collection. He found what he was looking for in seconds, grinning widely at you over his shoulder before interrupting Paul Anka.

You smiled sadly at him as the gentle acoustic guitar came in and he pulled you closer once again. “Aw, Ji you’re gonna make me cry.”

Love me tender, love me sweet

Never let me go

It was your favorite record. And he knew this better than anyone. You’d fallen in love with it ever since your aunt showed you your parents’ wedding reception video. Their first dance as one being to none other than Elvis Presley.

Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

You removed your hands from Jiyong’s and instead wrapped your arms around his neck. He moved his own arms to hold you just barely above the waist, bringing you even closer together. You nestled your head into his shoulder once again, allowing the song to run away with your emotions. He hummed along to each line, creating a soothing vibration against your cheek

“Are you crying yet?” He whispered.

“No.” You whispered back. “I’m smiling.”

He chuckled softly. “Me too.”

Love me tender, love me dear

Tell me you are mine

As your favorite lyric soon began to close out the song, you lifted your head to look at him. Maybe it was the wine, or the late hour, or just the sheer romance of Elvis’ voice, but you really looked at him.

It felt like the first time you had ever seen just how dark his hair was. Or how many different shades of brown made up his eyes, and how well his brows complimented them. Stubble lightly dusted across his cupid’s bow and cupped around his chin, making you wonder if you’d ever actually seen him with facial hair before. His full lips made you smile wider, remembering the awkward dinner moment when you’d met his first girlfriend, and she’d said Jiyong and you have the same lips. His were pulled perfectly from either end, making the smile you’ve known the best all these years.

You realized he was analyzing your features as well, making you giggle in embarrassment.

“What are we doing?” You whispered.

Without missing a beat, keeping perfectly in line with the last few guitar chords, Jiyong and you both made a move that neither of you had ever expected to make. Somehow in that millisecond of silence, your minds came to the same conclusion. Quickly, but softly, your lips met.

The only remaining sound in the room was the low muffle of the turntable, serving to amplify just how exhilarating of a moment this was. You’d never pictured yourself kissing Jiyong before, and your present self couldn’t possibly imagine why.

His lips moved with yours in perfect synchronicity, gentle and warm but also eager to take lead and set a perfect pace, like the dance you’d just finished. Beads of sweat began to form at your hairline as you felt one of his hands cup your cheek, before tracing just below your ear and firmly hold the back of your neck.

You were swooning, entirely enthralled in him. Whatever this feeling was, it was completely alien to you. You didn’t even care that it was Jiyong. You were honestly impressed. As your best friend, and the person who knows you the best in this world, just how the fuck did he know you’ve always wanted to be kissed this way? All this made you smile into the kiss. You felt him smile back before reforming his lips to yours, taking shapes that felt all too natural.

To both of your dismay, it didn’t last forever. You returned to Earth after one or two last pecks, ending it with your foreheads pressed together. You lifted your gazes to meet one another, giving an identical look of wonder.

As you stared at him, he lowered his lips to yours once more. This time was just a simple, soft peck. You both kept your eyes open; joined in awe that this moment was real.

And that’s how it happened. There wasn’t anything remotely awkward about it. The following morning, when the booze had completely worn off and all of your senses restored, the two of you simply laughed, before holding each other tight. There was never any talk of “so, now what?” or “what does this make us?” You both just knew.

And it was the easiest thing that your hearts had ever accepted.

It was your little secret for a few months; keeping the official beginning just between the two of you to ensure it really was what you both wanted. After everything was settled, you had your fun slowly sharing the news with your family and friends. Jiyong would playfully argue that you might have had a little too much fun with it. But their looks of surprise and heart bursting excitement would stick with you forever.

You’d take turns joking about how stupid you were to never realize it sooner: being together just made sense. Your friends and family always knew. (Your exes most definitely always knew.) As cliché as it seemed, you both had just been looking for love everywhere but right in front of you.

You both soon finished out your undergraduate degrees. You were this close to finishing the same semester as him, but in true Jiyong fashion: he beat you to it and finished early. Following your graduations you bought a puppy (a gift from you to him; he immediately named him Gaho) and moved in to an apartment together; something that surprisingly took very little convincing from Jiyong’s parents. (He’d claim there wouldn’t have been a damn chance if it was anyone but you) You were allowed to live in sin so long as you both moved back to Seoul and entered solid internships.

All along you treated each other better than any partner either of you had ever had; demonstrating incredible patience as you learned and grew together in ways you’d never imagined. Family members would boast about the two of you proudly, while close friends would fight the urge to scowl jealously. It was borderline sickening just how natural and blissful everything truly was. They made up some of the best four years of your life.

And never, in your wildest nightmares, did you ever think they would end.

“I’m home!” You announced.

You hummed to yourself as you slipped off your shoes and hung up your coat. The law firm had finally granted you an easy Friday workload, and you had all intentions of using the next couple of days to celebrate.

“Ji, are you here?” You spoke up as you made your way to the kitchen so that, if there, he could hear you from the bedroom. You hadn’t heard from him all day, but that was nothing out of the ordinary; lately his own internship had been especially demanding of his time. He was probably still at the office. You sighed sympathetically and decided some soup would be a nice surprise for him.

“Gaho!” You called, assuming the wrinkly monster was sound asleep in the other room. You reached for the notepad and pen attached to the fridge and began thinking of just how much you would need to pick up before Jiyong got home.

You tapped the pen on the notepad as you looked around the kitchen. You opened cupboard after cupboard, noticing just how much needed to be replenished. “Aish, did he make stew for the whole building today?” You rolled your eyes before writing down each missing ingredient.

“Gaho! Come here!” You repeated, knowing he usually slept as heavily as Jiyong. Shaking his food usually does the trick. You thought to yourself with a smile.

But as you walked over to its usual location you stopped. “Oh come on, we can’t be out of his food too. I swear we just bought some.” You put your hands on your hips out of frustration. “Awh, Gaho, I’m sorry. I hope you have at least something left in your bowl.” You muttered to yourself as you turned the corner out of the kitchen to check.

“Ok, this is weird.” Your brows furrowed. His bowls were gone. You checked the sink and saw no sign of them. Your pulse quickened as you speed walked to the bedroom.

“Gaho?” You called, hoping to see a pile of wrinkles on his bed or hear the sound of his little nails tapping on the hardwood floor. But as you stood in the doorway, his bed was nowhere in sight.

Your chest began to hurt as tears budded beneath your eyes. Gaho had spent weekends at Jiyong’s parents’ house before and even with your aunt. But you knew this weekend was never discussed to be one of them. And even if it was, they had bowls and a bed for him there. Something must have happened. You frantically reached for your phone and dialed Jiyong.

No answer.

“Ji. Ji, please call me. I don’t know where Gaho is. Please tell me you know.” Your voice shook as you left the message. There wasn’t a single sign of a break-in either. Or at least none that you were aware of.

You started pacing in the living room, thinking of all the possible scenarios. Whoever took him must have taken all that food too. You wouldn’t expect burglars to steal vegetables and bean paste, and leave behind the flatscreen, but it was the only explanation. You sped to the bedroom closet, fearing for your and Jiyong’s safes.

As you illuminated the walk-in space, the sight before you brought you to your knees. Everything on your side remained unruffled and unbothered. Nothing was even close to being out of place. Even your safe and few pieces of jewelry. But on Jiyong’s side, every last item was gone.

Every suit, every pair of pants and shoes, and even every fucking hanger was missing. As you gazed at the storage space above his side, and saw no sign of his luggage either, you collapsed.

“What the fuck.” You cried out, shaking and sobbing from uncertainty. You reached a trembling hand for your phone and tried calling him once again.

No answer.

You threw it to the side and somehow managed to pull yourself to your feet. You walked slowly to the bathroom, silently repeating “No, no, no��” to yourself. You closed your eyes as you turned the light on, nowhere near ready for what was there.

Every product, every personal hygiene tool, even his toothbrush, everything that was his: gone. And once again, whatever was yours, remained untouched. You gasped out loud and covered your mouth as sobs pulled themselves out of you. This had to be some kind of sick joke. It just had to be.

As you turned back to face the bedroom you saw through cloudy eyes the very last thing that you didn’t want to see. The item that debunked the miniscule shred of hope you were clinging to; that someone just had to have broken in so cleanly and so precisely, cleaning out everything that belonged to Jiyong, including Gaho and all of his belongings as well. You could have hung onto that ridiculous scenario for just a little while longer if you didn’t see it. There on the bed laying perfectly, and all too intentionally, was a folded piece of paper.

This time, when your body crumbled to the floor, it stayed there for nearly half an hour. You couldn’t stop crying. And for the life of you, you couldn’t move a muscle. When you finally found the strength to, you crawled to your phone. Before illuminating the screen, you begged the universe to grant you at least one text message from him.

Nothing.

You spent the next couple of hours there on the floor, endlessly sobbing and making phone call after phone call; each one feeling more useless than the last.

When you finally got a hold of yourself, you instead called a friend that lived nearby and begged her to come over. You spent that night, and the following week, at her place. It took that long for you to even walk back into that apartment. And it took even longer for you to finally read that letter.

“I love you too much to allow you to be put through what I’m going to put you through. I’m so fucking sorry. Take care of yourself and  please: be the person you want to be. -Jiyong”

You ripped it into shreds on the spot. That was it. That was the only glimpse of an explanation that he ever granted you. Just like that, he left.

And you were never the same.

His disappearance came just as much of a shock to everyone else. No one could make sense of it. Not his parents, or even his best friends. They were all furious with him and could hardly speak about it. No one could give you answers.

And that’s all you tried to obtain for the next year: just some fucking answers. You were desperate and angry, lonely and above all you were ungodly depressed. When you couldn’t find him yourself you waited. You waited for so long. You lived each day as if it would be the one that he’d come back through the front door and back into your life.

But it never came.

You became self-destructive, going through every stage of grief at least three separate times. All along you begged the universe to show you even just one reason. Anything that could have shown what the fuck you did that was so wrong. Just come back and tell me why. You mumbled this phrase to yourself a million times, and when family and friends grew worried you mumbled it to psychiatrists a million times more.

It was some of the worst and most confusing pain you’d ever experienced. You endured it for nearly two years, until one cathartic appointment allowed you to finally accept it. You were done waiting. You couldn’t bring yourself to forgive him. But you had to get your life back.

You met Jiwon the following week. It was the very same week that you decided to change your focus back to your childhood dreams. You didn’t want to be a lawyer. (Though you ended up marrying one) You wanted to be a badass detective.

You now thought deeply about everything that had changed in just seven years.

You stared at Jiyong through the one way mirror completely stone faced, trying your hardest not to laugh at the fucked up irony. Even though you didn’t know it until that night in the warehouse, when he’d reignited that deep emotional pain with a matching physical pain at the hand of his crony you realized: you’d never truly stopped looking for him.

And now, seeing him sitting there before you, wanting your superior’s attention and wishing to make a deal with your boss…your rage was unfathomable.

[enstaries]

Can you do a scenario of Hajime being yandere? It can be around Ra*bits or tea club or Subaru 👍 thanks

of course! hope you dont mind if i threw in a lil subahaji gehe,, i had fun with this

 "Really? Aw, Shinonon, you’re so cute!“

  Hajime blushes, squirming in his seat in a pleasant mix of delight and embarrassment. “To have Akehoshi-senpai compliment me like this…”

  "Oh, it’s no big deal!“ Subaru dismisses, as if he means nothing to Hajime, as if he isn’t the large round sun that watches over him and envelops him in his pulsing warmth. "I think everyone should shower Shinonon with compliments, you know? Like every day when you walk into school, bam! ‘Shino, you look so handsome!’ or maybe ‘Hajime-chan, you’re so hardworking!’ What do you think?”

  Hajime giggles.

  "I think Akehoshi-senpai is very funny, and flatters me too much.“

  On the other hand, Subaru makes a noise of annoyance, and pouts. "Shinonon should take more notice of how cute he is!”

  "Ehe… thank you!“

  Subaru hums, happy that at the very least his point seems to have reached his friend, and then starts when he looks at the clock.

  "Oh no, it’s already 4pm? Ugh, I’m late - at this rate I’m going to get an earful from Hokke.”

  Instantly, the pink drains out from Hajime’s cheeks, and he watches Subaru scramble for his things forlornly. “D-do you really need to go now, Akehoshi-senpai?”

  "Yeah, I’m sorry.“ Subaru makes eye contact with Hajime, his eyes flashing with a genuine apology. "Thanks for the tea, though! I’m looking forward to our next tea date!”

  There’s still a little bit of Hajime’s brew left in Subaru’s teacup, and he downs it in a hurry. He shoots Hajime a smile, so bright that Hajime’s just a little dizzy, and then he’s one foot out of the room.

  "W-wait! Akehoshi-senpai!“

  Subaru screeches to a halt, turning and glancing over at Hajime curiously. "Hm?”

  The attention has him flustered, and Hajime fumbles with the object he grasps behind his back. “Sorry, it’s nothing… See you tomorrow, Akehoshi-senpai.”

  "Yeah! See ya tomorrow, my cute little Shinonon!“  Then he’s out of the room in a flash, leaving Hajime’s heart thumping wildly. He has one hand on his heart, feeling it jump and jump as if it were attached to a spring, and he’s confused and scared; is his heart beating because it is in love? Or is it… is it…

  He fumbles with the object he grasps behind his back; the knife sparkles and shines.

 "Pardon my intrusion,” Hajime says, padding into Subaru’s room. The whole place is filled with bright, sparkly trophies and medals, and Hajime doesn’t know if they belong to Subaru or someone else. He stands in awe of being in his crush’s room, before remembering that there’s someone much more spectacular within the room itself. “A-Akehoshi-senpai!”

  "Ah, hello Shinonon!“ Under the covers in his bed, Subaru croaks out a warning. His face is a little warm, and eyes dazed, but otherwise he seems to be quite well. "What are you doing here?”

  "Oh! I…“ Hajime shuffles in his spot, searching miserably for an excuse. "You weren’t in school, so I was worried. H-Hidaka-senpai told me you were sick too.”

  Subaru laughs, but that tinkling laugh of his gives way to a bout of cough. “Oh, that Hokke. He was phoning me frantically the whole morning too, you know?”

  Hajime struggles to hide his grimace, and forget that the knife is still within reach, attached to his belt.

  "A-ah, forgive me if I’m being impertinent, but please forget about Hidaka-senpai for a bit. I brought you some medicine.“

  Again, Subaru’s face lights up. "Yay, Shinonon’s homemade medicine! It always tastes better when you make it, I love it!”

  "Ehe, open wide, Akehoshi-senpai.“  As Subaru swallows the medicine dutifully, he muses to himself.

  "Hm, I’ve been thinking about why I suddenly fell sick…”

  Hajime stiffens. “Really? What do you think?”

  "Mm,“ Subaru goes, thinking hard. "This sickness is a lot like food poisoning, isn’t it? I don’t know what I ate yesterday though…I had eggs and sausage for breakfast, and then a really nice set lunch from school! And then - I had tea with you, didn’t I, Shinonon?”

  "Y-yes, you did!“ Hajime affirms, but his heart is beating fast again, and his hand shakes as he lifts the spoon to Subaru’s lips.

  "Mm!” Subaru’s eyes widen, and Hajime’s heart has leapt right into his throat. “I just noticed something! This medicine tastes a lot like the tea you brewed for me yesterday, Shinonon!”

  "I-i-is that so?“

  "Yeah! Like this, I know for sure that you’re serving me an antidote to cure my sickness!”

  There’s a moment of silence, where Hajime absorbs himself in Subaru’s face - one red from sickness, but yet so full and radiant with life - that the guilt within him balloons up and swallows him whole. His hand shakes more, and he serves Subaru an antidote laced with poison.