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sugachaes · 4 years ago

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Blue Hour

A/N: Soooo this is like... the first fanfic I’ve ever written lol, I don’t usually write stuff like this, but it was fun! I should have more coming at some point in the future, but for now, here’s what I’ve got! My other socials are in my bio if you wanna see more of my work!

This fic has been cross posted to AO3 here.

Word count: 10k+

Content: Mutual pining, some light smut?, childhood friends to lovers, some angst, Jimin is either the best or worst life coach, no one is sure which, Hoseok is always drunk but I think he’s neat, Jungkook and Taehyung share one brain cell but it’s shaped like a heart, Shownu best boy

Jungkook is running late.

He’s rushing to exit his dorm building, not even waiting for the elevator to make it to his floor, rushing down the stairs in hopes that it’ll take less time. In his haste, he still manages to have time to regret choosing the top floor of the four story building.

Upon exiting the building, Jungkook takes off in the direction of his lecture, thanking his lucky stars it isn’t too far away from where he lives. He weaves his way through other students, trying to cause as little damage while also moving as fast as he can.

At last, he’s made it to the right building, bursting through the first door he sees and hoping he’s in the right place.

When he enters, the class has gone quiet, all eyes turned in the direction of the disturbance. The professor, after giving him a quick once over, decides to let the interruption slide and continue her presentation.

Jungkook makes his way through the lecture hall, hoping his seat hasn’t been taken by someone who was actually on time for the class. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that no one has taken his beloved spot from him, and plants himself there before moving to pull out his materials.

“Dude, what happened to you? I don’t think you’ve ever been late for anything.”

Jungkook looks up and meets the eyes of his best friend, Taehyung. The two of them go way back, all the way back to middle school when Jungkook had moved from his small town to the big city. After watching the boy desperately try to find a place in a school that was much larger than what he was used to, his constant confusion attracting stares from already established students, Taehyung decided he would help this clueless stranger for as long as he could.

“I must’ve forgotten to set my alarm last night,” Jungkook says, finally pulling out the book he was looking for.

“That’s not like you. Maybe it was a glitch?”

“Maybe.”

Taehyung turns his head to face the front of the room, having gotten the answers to all his questions. Jungkook follows suit, deciding he should at least pay attention to what was left of the class and hope he could piece the rest of it together on his own.

Though, his eyes can’t help but drift over occasionally, stealing glances at the boy next to him.

He’s not sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way, between the late nights watching movies together, Jungkook had fallen for Taehyung. Naturally, he pushed those feelings down, afraid that they may make him act selfishly, or worse, ruin their friendship. As much as he would like for things to turn out like they do in fanfiction, where it turns out the two of them have been pining after each other the whole time, he knows better.

So instead, he hides his feelings away, hoping that one day he’ll be able to go back to seeing Taehyung as nothing more than a friend. Though, it’s becoming harder to keep his emotions at bay lately. He finds himself relishing in Taehyung’s touch, whether he means to or not. Hugs when something goes good or bad for one of them, touches that last just a bit longer than they would for others, Jungkook takes advantage of each of those little moments.

Even though it causes him to fall deeper each time.

Once the lecture ends, the students begin filing out, likely off to more stress-inducing classes. As Taehyung and Jungkook are leaving the building, Taehyung decides this is the perfect opportunity to ask his friend a very important question.

“Hey, Kook?” Jungkook turns to offer his full attention to his friend. “So there’s this party-”

“Absolutely not.” Taehyung lets out a groan.

“You didn’t even let me finish!”

“Tae, you know how I feel about parties.”

“I do! But this one will be different.”

“Last time you said that I ended up carrying you home.” Taehyung scratches the back of his head, recalling the incident himself.

“Ah, I’m a different person now!” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Besides that was like… a year ago?”

“Four months.”

“It’s in the past!”

“Barely.”

“Please just come this one time? You only have to stay for an hour.” Jungkook stares at him. “Do it for me?”

A sigh leaves Jungkook’s lips.

“Only for an hour.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother putting too much effort into what he’s wearing, throwing on jeans and a T-shirt and deciding it’s presentable enough.

“Good enough to get me bye for an hour,” Jungkook says, looking at himself in the mirror briefly.

As if on cue, Jungkook hears a knock at the door. He exits his room and goes to open the door, revealing a similarly dressed Taehyung. The only real difference lies in the leather jacket Taehyung has thrown over his shoulders.

“You don’t think you’re a bit underdressed?” Taehyung asks, taking in Jungkook’s work, or lack thereof.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Nothing! Nothing,” Taehyung reassures him. “You look fine. Let’s go.”

The two of them head out, deciding to walk to the party given that it’s relatively close to their campus. As they grow closer to their destination, they can already hear the faint sound of music in the distance. They follow the sound until they arrive at the source of the music.

The house, no, the estate, that the party is taking place in is practically vibrating on its foundation as the bass flows through it and out into the air. There’s a few people loitering outside, the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol wafting through the air. Someone is already passed out on the lawn. They likely won’t remember anything once they wake up. Taehyung takes a big inhale.

“I love the smell of regret in the evening.” He turns around to look at Jungkook, who already looks visibly sick as he takes in his surroundings. “Hey, are you good?” Jungkook appears to shake himself out of whatever stupor he’s in.

“Yeah, yeah I’m alright,” he says, moreso trying to convince himself than he is trying to convince Taehyung. “Just a little overwhelmed, that’s all.”

“Will you be alright?”

“I think so. I’ll just find a corner to hide away in.” Though he knows it’s just because he’s a good friend, Jungkook’s heart can’t help but flutter at Taehyuns’s concern for him.

“Nah, you don’t have to do that! I’ll stay with you the whole time.” At this, Jungkook gives him an incredulous look. “I’m serious! I want you to have fun, too.” Jungkook considers his words for a moment.

“If you disappear on me you’re buying me lunch for a week.”

“Deal.”

The party is well underway when Taehyung and Jungkook walk in. Bass coming from the speakers pulsates throughout the house. There’s a crowd of people on the dance floor, some swaying to the beat, others moving wildly. It’s not hard to tell who only has a slight buzz and who’s clearly overdoing it. Jungkook expects to see more people scattered across the lawn by the end of the night. As his eyes continue to sweep over the crowd, taking note of the guy currently hunched over and about to let loose every toxic brew he’d ingested hours prior, he hears a call of his name.

Following the direction of the sound, he turns his head and is met with the sight of a (very drunk) Hoseok.

Hoseok was one of the first people Jungkook had befriended when he first started attending school. When Jungkook had joined the campus dance team, Hoseok had welcomed him with open arms and a warm, inviting smile.

“What are you doing here?” Hoseok slurs slightly. “I thought you didn’t like coming to these things.”

“I don’t,” Jungkook confirms. “I’m here against my will.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic!” Taehyung chimes in. He turns his attention to Hoseok. “I knew he’d just hole himself up in his room all night, so I dragged him out for some fresh air.”

“Calling this air fresh is a little misleading, don’t you think?”

“Ah, it’s really not that bad!” Hoseok says. “This is pretty tame compared to other parties here.” Hoseok stumbles a bit, and Jungkook reaches out to steady him.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Dunno. Stopped counting after four, though.”

“Aren’t you a bit of a light weight?”

“I don’t appreciate being interrogated like this.” Hoseok begins to walk away. “I’m off to get another drink!”

Jungkook watches his friend drunkenly stumble away, presumably to get even more wasted than he already is. He briefly worries if he’ll get home safely, but Hoseok’s done this before, he’ll be fine.

“Whose house is this, anyway?” Jungkook asks, taking in the valuable looking artwork displayed on the walls.

“Kim Seokjin’s.” Jungkook gives him a confused look. “Richest guy on campus. Only met him a couple times, he’s cool.”

Jungkook looks around again.

“I’m only staying for an hour.” Jungkook reminds himself. “I can last that long.”

“You’ll be fine,” Taehyung reassures him. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to my friends.” he takes Jungkook’s hand and drags him further into the party. Jungkook’s lips can’t help but turn upwards in a small smile at the gesture.

Much to his surprise, Jungkook finds himself getting along with Taehyung’s friends. They seem to be much more outgoing people compared to himself, specifically Taehyung’s friend Jimin. He’s seen Jimin around a couple times, but never talked to him, the two of them existing in different social circles. It seems that a lot of time has passed since the two of them began talking, when really it’s only been about twenty minutes.

Jimin is in the middle of a story, dramatically waving his hands around to add to the narrative, when a song that some of the group, including Taehyung, recognize. They’re quick to rush to the dance floor, not wanting to be seated during what is apparantly the most well known song to most of the partygoers. Jungkook supposes he can let this one slide.

It’s when one song shifts into another, and then another, that Jungkook becomes nervous. He’s in a strange house surrounded by people he doesn’t know, all of which are a different level of inebreiated. He decides to look around for his friend, ready to remind him that he’ll now be feeding him for a week.

It doesn’t take long for him to locate Taehyung. He’s still on the dance floor, though he now has a drink in hand. He moves to get his attention when he notes that he isn’t dancing alone.

He’s not sure who the guy is, he’s never seen him before right now. He just knows the way he runs his hands along Taehyung’s body, the way they sway sensually to the song currently playing, is making him sick to his stomach.

He finds himself running to the door, hoping that Taehyung didn’t see him standing there, intruding on the moment he was sharing with this stranger. The longer he stays, the harder he finds it to breathe. He eventually makes it out onto the front porch, catching his breath as if he’s just completed a marathon. Once he calms down, he begins his walk back to the dorm, unable to get the images out of his mind. He checks the time. 10:47 pm.

He didn’t even make it the full hour.

Like Jungkook often does when he’s upset, he holes himself up in his room. He spends the entirety of the next day hunched over his computer, completing assignments before he turns to video games to ease his mind. While in the middle of a particularly tough fight, his phone dings. He groans before pausing, picking up the device to see who could possibly be disturbing him.

He visibly deflates when he sees that it’s Taehyung.

Not long after he left the party last night, he had seen a flurry of messages sent from the man in question. He elected to ignore them, deciding he had been through enough for one night. Now, though, he feels that he should at least let him know he’s okay and that he made it home safely. Sighing, he opens the text thread.

Tae Tae: Whered u go

Tae Tae: I thought i saw u

Great. So Jungkook’s staring didn’t go unnoticed. He drags a hand down his face before he continues reading.

Tae Tae: Were u not having fun

Tae Tae: m sorry

Tae Tae: :(

Jungkook finds his resolve cracking, if only a little. That is, until he reads the next message.

Tae Tae: I wanted u to neet someone

Well, this confirms everything he needed to know. His feelings were completely one sided. All the moments he worried he was reading too far into were just that, his own hopes being projected on to his friends. With his heart now heavier than it’s ever been, he finally reads the most recent message, though it barely registers in his mind.

Tae Tae: Hey, I’m sorry I left you alone last night. Time kind of got away from me, but I wanna make it up to you. Please let me know that you’re safe.

Jungkook finally responds, a half hearted “I’m okay,” and shuts his phone off immediately, not wanting to hear Taehyung’s apologetic messages that likely came in after.

It’s been days since the party, and Taehyung is beginning to worry.

He knows he messed up. He knows he promised Jungkook that he wouldn’t leave him alone for too long, but he ultimately wasn’t able to keep that promise. No, it’s not that he wasn’t able to, but rather he didn’t.

He told himself he’d return to Jungkook’s side after one song. That one song turned into him grabbing a drink, and ending up back on the dance floor with his friends. One more song, one more drink, one more song, one more drink, he cycled through these until an hour had passed since he left. He thought at one point he’d seen Jungkook, watching him in real time as he failed in doing the one thing he promised to do. He thinks now that it was likely just his imagination, his mind’s way of making him feel guilty.

He feels that he’s missed an opportunity. He wasn’t lying about wanting Jungkook to have a fun night out, that much is true. He’s always tried to push Jungkook out of his comfort zone from time to time. The other reason, the one he planned on surprising Jerry with, was introducing him to the guy he’d been seeing. He’d been friends with Shownu for about a year now, and they’d just recently decided if they wanted to explore being something more.

He thought this would be as good an opportunity as any to introduce the two of them, but he’d gotten carried away, and now Jungkook wasn’t speaking to him.

He felt a bit better knowing that Jungkook had made it home safely, but the coldness in his answer told him that he wasn’t out of the woods just yet. He’d really messed up this time.

Jungkook wasn’t only not speaking to him, he was even avoiding him.

He knows that Jungkook has been going to his other classes, if Jimin’s word is to be trusted, but for some reason he’s been absent in their one shared class. He’s likely been asking to be sent any work that he’s missed, being one of the proffesor’s favorite students. It’s unlike him to stay upset for this long. Soemthing must’ve happened before he decided to leave.

He decides that today, he’ll go and apologize in person. Somtehing he probably should’ve done in the first place.

He visits Jungkook’s dorm on a Wednesday afternoon, knowing that he’s in between classes right now and likely taking a nap. He makes his way through the small lobby and to the elevator, and suddenly he finds himself getting nervous. What happens if Jungkook doesn’t answer the door? Or worse, what if he does answer the door, but tells Taehyung he wants nothing to do with him? Or what if he knocks on his door and it creaks open slightly revealing Jungkook’s lifeless body and he gets framed for his murder only to suddenly be transported back in time-

Taehyung shakes his head. That’s the first episode of Erased. He’s spiralling.

The elevator dings, signalling that it’s almost time to either get his friend back or become the protagonist of an anime.

He should really finish Erased.

He makes his way to the dorm, operating purely on muscle memory after having been here so many times. When he arrives, he doesn’t bother hesitating, knowing he’ll think too hard and talk himself out of doing this, as he often does. He hears shuffling on the other side of the door, and suddenly, it swings open.

Taehyung doesn’t think he’s ever seen Jungkook in such a disheveled state.

His hair sticks out all over his head, he’s got on sweatpants and a hoodie, covered in wrinkles and mismatched. If Taehyung looks close enough, he can see a slight red tint to the skin around Jungkook’s eyes, signifying he’s been crying.

Taehyung feels something within him stir at the sight, but he ignores it.

Jungkook’s eyes are directed at the floor when the door first swings open, and when he looks up to meet Taehyung’s eyes, his own widen in disbelief.

They stand there in awkward silence for a few brief moments, not sure how to approach each other after how their last encounter had gone. Jungkook sighs, a tired, sad sound.

“Why don’t you come in?”

Jungkook is at a loss for words.

He was fast asleep when he’d heard the knock at the door, the sound waking him from his restless slumber. He drags himself out of bed, tossing on the first hoodie he sees lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, and tosses it on.

Nothing could have prepared him for when he opened the door.

Taehyung looks like he usually does, sweats and a hoodie with hair that was perfectly tossed. “People like the effortless look,” Taehyung had explained one day. He thinks he understands what he meant now.

After the two of them stand there akwardly, not sure where to go from here, Jungkook decides to invite him in. He decides if they’re going to stare at each other and say nothing, he’d prefer to do so within the comfort of his dorm.

Taehyung seems to look around the room, likely taking note of the mess that Jungkook currently resides in. A wave of insecurity washes over Jungkook at this.

“I wasn’t really expecting company,” Jungkook explains weakly.

“I didn’t think so,” Taehyung says. “I’m sorry I showed up unannounced like this. You’ve kind of been…”

“Avoiding you?”

“Yeah.”

A beat of silence goes by before Taehyung speaks again.

“Look, I know I said I wouldn’t need to-”

“It’s okay.” Taehyung pauses, confused.

“You didn’t even let me finish.”

“I don’t need to. I’ve already forgiven you.”

“Then why-”

“I just needed space, that’s all.”

“So you’re not mad anymore?”

“Nope.”

“Promise?

“Yup.”

“Does this mean I don’t still have to buy you food?”

“Oh, no. You’re still buying me food.” The two of them share a laugh. The air feels much lighter than when Taehyung first arrived here.

Truth be told, Jungkook had forgiven Taehyung as soon as he opened the door. He’d started to feel bad about ghosting his friend, knowing that he would worry. He felt even wrose knowing that it wasn’t really Taehyung leaving him that had made him so upset, but rather his own feelings that were getting in the way.

If putting his own feelings aside would ultimately make Taehyung happy, then that’s just something he would have to do.

Taehyung coaxes Jungkook out of his dorm with the promise of greasy food from the campus diner, and he happily accepts.

A week has gone by since the two of them made up.

It hasn’t been mentioned yet, but Jungkook has a feeling that Taehyung will ask to introduce him to that other guy again. He knows it’ll happen eventually, and despite his dread, he just wishes Taehyung would ask so he can get it over with.

The two of them are at Taehyung’s apartment, claiming to be “studying” when in reality this was just an excuse for them to lounge around and watch reruns of Hell’s Kitchen. It’s when Taehyung keeps glancing over at Jungkook thinking he’s being subtle that he knows something is up. He grabs the remote and pauses, just as Chef Ramsay has finished calling someone a panini head.

“Okay, you’ve been watching me like you’re waiting for me to explode.” Taehyung chuckles, having been caught.

“Alright, you got me. You are so observant, you know that?”

“You’re stalling.”

“I would never!” Taehyung puts his hand over his heart, feigning offense.

“Please just spit it out already, you're making me nervous.”

“Fine, fine.” Taehyung takes a deep breath. “I want you to come to a bar with me this weekend.” Jungkook opens his mouth to speak, but Taehyung cuts him off. “Before you argue! I’ve been to the place before, it’s really chill. It’s like a grill and bar place. Not a lot of people go there, so don’t worry about crowds. It’s totally fine-”

“Now you’re rambling.”

“Sorry, sorry. I just really wanted you to be comfortable.”

It’s a sweet gesture, and Jungkook’s heart flutters against his will. He does his best to ignore it. He pretends to think for a bit about Taehyung’s proposal.

“You promise we’re not gonna get there and immediately be met with a huge crowd like we’re in some old tv show?” Taehyung lights up.

“I’ll see what I can do!”

“Then I’ll be there.” At this, Taehyung lets out a sigh of relief.

“I was worried you’d say no for a second.” Jungkook picks up the remote and resumes the show. “I think you and Shownu will really get along.”

Jungkook freezes. He’d never heard the other guy’s name before. Now, reality is starting to set in. This is real. He’s meeting the guy that’s in the place he’s wanted to be in for such a long time.

He has a feeling he and Shownu will not, in fact, get along.

Jungkook doesn’t ever think he’s taken longer to get ready for something in his life.

He’s still going to go, of course. He wouldn’t just stand his friend up after he did everything he could to accomodate him and his mildly crippling anxiety. He just wouldn’t pretend to be enthusiastic about it. At least, not until he had to.

He decides that this time he’ll follow Taehyung’s advice, throwing a leather jacket on to add to his otherwise plain outfit. He doesn’t know why he does it, maybe just to keep himself grounded, but he finds it comforting in a way. Like when he was a kid and he believed hiding under the blankets would protect him from whatever creatures may be lurking in the night.

Only this time the creatures are his stupid feelings. His stupid feelings which won’t go away no matter how many blankets he piles onto himself to burrow away from them.

The universe decides to break him out of the rabbit hole of overthinking he finds himself peering over the edge of, as there’s a knock on the door.

He opens the door and comes face to face with Taehyung once again. He manages to find humor in his current situation, the similarities to the diasastrous night that began all of his inner turmoil uncanny.

“I see you decided to take my advice,” Taehyung remarks, looking at his leather jacket. “It looks good.” Jungkook offers him a small smile.

“We should go before the crowd gets there,” Jungkook teases.

“There won’t be a crowd!” Taehyung says, exasperated. “You keep talking about them and you’re gonna jinx it.”

“If it means I get more free food, I think I’ll manage.” Taehyung playfully shoves him, and the two of them head off.

The bar doesn’t seem particularly busy tonight, much to Jungkook’s delight.

There’s a decent amount of cars, but given that it’s a Saturday night it could be much worse.

Entering the bar, it’s clear to see that this place is much different compared to the other bars Jungkook has been dragged to over the years. There’s tables and booths scattered arund the building, along with an actual bar for the people who would prefer the more traditional experience. There’s music flowing through the speakers, much lower in volume compared to the likely heavily packed clubs spread around the city, but still loud enough that the lyrics can be heard. The smell of food floats through the air from the kitchen in the back, the enticing scent having Jungkook almost floating in the air like he’s in a cartoon. There’s a few groups of people sitting at the tables and bars, chatting away, others on the small dance floor.

“This is the nicest place you’ve ever taken me to,” Jungkook says as the two of them make their way to an empty booth. “Are you sure we’re allowed in here?” Taehyung chuckles.

“Oh don’t be like that, the other places weren’t even that bad!” Jungkook raises an eyebrow at him. “Okay, they were bad, but I can go to nice places too!”

“A broken clock is right two times a day, I suppose.” Taehyung ignores Jungkook’s thinly veiled insult.

“I invited Jimin to join us as well since you two seemed to get along.”

“For what?”

“I just…” Taehyung trails off for a second. “I didn’t want you to be a tird wheel.”

“Oh. Right.”

Jungkook hadn’t even considered that before agreeing to come. He’s glad he’ll have at least someone else to focus on to keep him from curling in on himself entirely.

As if on cue, Taehyung spots the two in question and, in an extremely embarrassing fashion for anyone else, waves both his arms at them to catch their attention. Jungkook hides his face, hoping that no one other than the two people now coming over, if Taehyung’s satisfied smile is anything to go by, will recognize him.

“Sorry we’re so late! Lots of traffic tonight,” a voice that Jungkook recognizes as Jimin says. Jungkook looks up to greet him, when his eyes drift over to who he assumes is Shownu.

The first thing Jungkook notices about Shownu is that he’s significantly more built than what he was expecting. The second thing he ntoices is that Shownu could easily drop out of college and pursue a modeling career. This is possibly the most beautiful man Jungkook has ever seen, and he finds himself fixing his hair because of it.

Jungkook has already decided that Shownu is his mortal enemy.

The animosity doesn’t last as long as Jungkook would have liked.

Shownu is funny, well put together, and just an all around nice guy. He does his best to include them all in conversation, and even offered to pay for the first round of drinks.

He’s almost distracted, not expecting to actually enjoy himself tonight, until Shownu plants a kiss on Taehyung’s cheek while Jimin tells a story. He feels his stomach start to turn at the sight, but he does his best to ignore it, not wanting to to ruin everyone’s mood with his jealousy.

The night goes on, the increasing alcohol in his system making Taehyung more and more affectionate as time passes. He’s leaning on Shownu more now, the latter seeming to enjoy the attention while also signalling to the waitor to serve Taehyung water in place of alcohol.

Jungkook sighs. He really can’t bring himself to dislike the guy.

Taehyung decides that he wants to dance, so he drags Shownu away and begins leading him to the dance floor, a few other couples having moved that way as hell.

Once the two of them leave, Jungkook lets out a breath, now feeling like he can breathe while the two of them are off being all over each other in a place outside of his field of vision.

“So how long have you had feelings for Tae?” Jimin asks casually, taking a sip of his wine as if he’d just made a remark about the weather. Jungkook is, understandably, caught off guard. He does his best to maintain his composure.

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook says after what felt like way too long to be an honest answer.

“Dude, you can drop the act. I won’t tell anyone,” Jimin says. “Though I’m surprised you haven’t told on yourself just yet. You’ve been trying to stare daggers at Shownu since we got here.”

“Trying?”

“Yes. And failing. Because you don’t even hate Shownu, you barely know him. You’re just jealous he’s in the position you wish you were.” Jungkook sighs.

“Y’know, I didn’t come out tonight to be read like this,” He says with a chuckle.

“It’s part of my charm. Consider me your traumatizing life coach.”

“Did you steal that from a TikTok?”

“Hey, I’m the one doing the reading here.” The two of them share a laugh. “But between you and me,” Jimin starts, suddenly sounding serious, “I don’t think their relationship will really go anywhere.” Jungkook’s interest has peaked now, and he turns to face Jimin fully.

“What makes you say that?”

“Can’t say. I’m sworn to secrecy.” Jimin thinks for a moment. “Besides, it’s best you don’t hear it from me. It would probably cause chaos otherwise.”

“You’re beginning to worry me.”

“Also part of my charm.”

“Is Shownu like…. A murderer or something?” Jimin shakes his head, an amused smile gracing his features. “A bank robber? A secret agent?” Jungkook goes silent for a moment, and then gasps. “Is the government after him for committing tax faud?” Jimin begins to laugh.

“Nah, nothing as interesting as any of those.” Jimin says, and then leans in. “He’s an alien.” When Jungkook’s eyes widen, Jimin laughs again. “I’m kidding! Just kidding. He’s just a normal guy.”

“Should I just move on then?” Jungkook asks, his cheerful demeanor starting to fade away.

“That’s up to you to decide,” Jimin says. “But.. don’t lose hope just yet. That’s all I can tell you.” Jungkook sighs for the umpteenth time tonight. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“But what about-”

“They’ll be fine. They probably won’t even notice we’re gone.”

The two of them wave a passing waitress over to pay their tab, and head out the door.

The drive is quiet, save for the soft melody coming from the radio. They arrive at Jungkook’s dorm and, though the end of the night left him confused, he still had a good time. He thinks he and Jimin will be really good friends one day. When he opens the dorm of the car, he turns to face Jimin.

“Hey, um,” Jungkook starts, “thanks for talking to me.”

“Ah, no problem,” Jimin insists. “I’ll see you around, yeah?” Jungkook nods before stepping out of the car and heading to the dorm, thoughts floating through his head as he tries to figure out what Jimin knows about Shownu and Taehyung’s relationship that he doesn’t.

Unbeknownst to Jimin and Jungkook, Taehyung did, in fact, notice that the two of them had left together, if the tears that flowed so freely were anything to go by.

The next week, classes are cancelled, most buildings on campus are closed, save for the necessities like the dorms and dining hall, and people all over campus have either gone home or decided to hibernate in their dorms.

There’s a winter storm coming.

The snowfall predicted is said to be a few feet at least, and the roads will be iced over. Campus slowly becomes a ghost town, with no one wanting to be trapped in their tiny dorms under these conditions.

Jungkook opts to stay put where he is. He likes the idea of there being significantly less people around, snow falling and turning the once boring school into a winter wonderland. It reminds him of when he was a kid, and he would get to stay home and play in the snow, until his mom would call him inside, worried he would get sick.

He’s in the middle of a game now, deciding today was a good day to do the most challenging levels of Super Mario Maker he could find, when he hears his phone ding on his bed. The noise distracts him, causing him to fall into an awaiting pit of lava, the sound signalling his character’s demise mocking him.

He turns around to grab the device, lighting the screen up and revealing a text from Taehyung.

Tae Tae: Wanna go get lunch?

Jungkook is about to type out his response when another message comes through.

Tae Tae: You’re never gonna beat that level

Tae Tae: Too many trick moves

Jungkook is almost shocked that Taehyung knows what he’s up to, before remembering he’d been struggling with this particular level for weeks now and had made that fact very known. He begins typing out his response.

Kook: I’ll have you know I’m an expert gamer

Kook: Where we meeting up?

They end up going to the same diner they went to just last week, having already formed an addiction for the unhealthy food they have to offer.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much snow in my life,” Taehyung says after they’ve placed their orders.

“Me either. Normally I like the cold but I think even I have my limits.” Taehyung laughs.

“Man, we’re getting old huh? We’re sitting here talking about the weather. I thought we had at least another ten years before we got to this point.” It’s Jungkook’s turn to laugh now.

“Only ten?”

“Maybe not. I did just have to drag you away from a video game.”

“There’s no age limit on video games!”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard this rant before.”

“You keep calling me out and you’ll hear it again.” The two share a laugh.

“Do you ever miss being a kid?” Taehyung asks, suddenly sounds serious.

“Who wouldn’t? I didn’t even know student debt existed when I was a kid, now look at me drowning in it.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Taehyung says, then pauses. “But what about like, I dunno, feelings and stuff?” This catches Jungkook’s attention.

“What like, hormones and stuff?” Taehyung chuckles.

“Kind of. Like, the only emotions we understood as kids were like anger and sadness and sadness. But not even like, fully either.”

“I think I get what you mean. When did things get so complicated?”

“Exactly. Everything used to be so simple.”

The two of them sit in silence for a moment. Neither of them usually discuss things like this with each other. Something has shifted between the two of them, thought what that shift might be, neither is sure. This is new territory for them, so neither is sure how to go about such a seemingly sudden change.

“Y’know,” Taehyung starts, “even with everything that’s changed, I’m glad you’ve stuck with me throughout all of it.”

“Of course I did,” Jungkook responds immediately. “How could I not after you were pretty much my guide throughout middle school?”

“You were wandering the halls looking for your next class for three days! I couldn’t just leave you hanging like that.”

“I totally could’ve managed.”

“And you’re also totally gonna beat that level you’ve been struggling with.”

“I was close!” Jungkook says, dramatically slamming his hands on the table. “I was so close, but then you dragged me away.”

“Oh sure, blame your lack of skills on me.”

The two of them continue to banter and bicker with each other, and things feel like they always did between the two of them. When their food arrives, they immediately begin trying to catch the food in their mouths, tossing it to each other and keeping score, and it feels like they’re back in middle school.

It feels like everything is simple again.

Once the two of them leave the diner, having filled themselves with unhealthy food that they’ll definitely regret later, they begin the trek back to Jungkook’s dorm. On the way, they pass by the school’s fountain at the center of campus. It’s frozen over now, coins that students tossed in for good luck rest at the bottom of the ice.

“Think we could break this and make some money?” Taehyung asks.

“It’s probably mostly pennies. Would it even be worth all the trouble?” Jungkook responds, looking into the fountain and examining the copper toned coins frozen in place.

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Taehyung is turned away from Jungkook now, but goes unnoticed as Jungkook continues his search. He spots an old band aid among the coins, scrunching his nose in disgust.

“The same place the coins are.” He looks up and sees Taehyung is facing away from him, but thinks nothing of it. “Your ideas of adventure usually end with us getting in trouble anyway. You’d be in jail by now if it weren’t for-”

Jungkook is cut off when a snowball is hurled at him, hitting the side of his face. He looks up immediately, meeting the mischievous eyes of his best friend.

“What? Too mature for a snowball fight?”

“You don’t know what you’ve done.”

Jungkook scoops up snow and begins forming it in no time, and Taehyung’s eyes widen in fear.

It’s not long before a war has broken out in the quad. They throw what feels like hundreds of snowballs between the two of them, laughing and screaming with delight as they do so. Eventually, the two of them tired themselves out, lying next to each other and laughing, the absurdity of their impromptu snowball fight finally setting in.

“We haven’t hung out like this in such a long time,” Jungkook says through giggles.

“Yea, it’s been so long. I’ve missed you over the past week,” Taehyung agrees.

“I’ve missed you, too.” Jungkook says. The next part, he lets slip out on accident, lowering his voice so that Taehyung can’t hear him. “I love you.’

He didn’t lower it enough.

“What’d you just say?”

Jungkook’s stomach drops. He couldn’t have heard him. He didn’t.

“I just said I missed you.”

“No, no. You said something after that.”

“I think you’re just hearing things. Did you get snow in your ears?”

“Jungkook.”

“I have to go.”

Jungkook stands from his spot and adjusts his jacket. Before he can make his escape and regret every life choice that brought him to this moment, he feels a tug on his arm.

“Say it again.”

“No. Please let me go.” He refuses to turn around and face Taehyung, and something in his chest aches at the realization.

“Don’t leave.” Jungkook says nothing, but he doesn’t move to get away either.

“I need to go.”

“You don’t.”

“Yes I do!” Jungkook yells, catching both of them off guard. “I can’t be around you. Not when I’ve felt like this for years.” Jungkook finally turns to face Taehyung, tears streaking down his face. “Not when I’m watching you fall for someone else. Someone who isn’t me.”

Taehyung finds his hold on Jungkook’s arm is weakening, and he lets Jungkook walk away.

Jungkook starts back on his way to his dorm, moving quickly, hoping that the faster he got to his drm the faster the embarrassment he felt would disappear. Taehyung’s touch, he found, burned against his skin, completely different from the gentle warmth he’d grown accustomed to. Taehyung would go to Shownu, and after some time, he’d forget about Jungkook. That’s what he believed.

He would never know that Taehyung stayed frozen in place as he watched Jungkook’s retreating form, tears of his own staining his face.

Taehyung has lost track of how long it’s been since that fateful day in the snow.

A few days? A week? Two weeks? He’s honestly not sure anymore.

Jungkook’s confession had woken up so many things in him at once. Sadness upon realizing that his friend has been holding onto those feelings fornsuch a long time. Guilt knowing that he’d essentially been flaunting his new relationship in his face, blatantly letting his friend know that he wasn’t interested in the most callous way he could do so. The worst part, though?

It had brought back old feelings he’d thought he had moved on from.

There was a time where Taehyung was certain that he and Jungkook would end up together at some point. The two of them were inseperable from the time they first became friends to a few weeks ago. It always made sense to him that they would get together and stay that way for a long time.

But things didn’t work out that way.

Taehyung had taken Jungkook’s shyness about the subject of them as a silent rejection. As a result, he’d told himself he had to move on from him, and for a while, he did. That is, until they’d started college together.

Once their environment had changed, Taehyung had noticed a change in Jungkook..

He was still averse to parties, that was still the same. But he’d grown more confident in himself. He’d been exploring different hobbies, started getting tattoos like he always talked about doing, he’d even joined a few clubs. Even with his newfound confidence, he was still the same boy that Taehyung had helped create a place for when they were kids.

Against his better judgement, Taehyung found himself falling for him again.

He thought that now, since he’d grown as a person, surely now he would confess his feelings. But the confession never came, and Taehyung had to once again push his feelings away. This is when Shownu came in.

Originally, they were just friends with benefits. No strings attached, they had agreed. They got along quite well, and that was all there was to it.

But Taehyung’s feelings for Jungkook still lingered, and he decided he needed to take it a step further.

He was thankful that Shownu had been okay with getting to know each other outside of the bedroom. Eventually, the guilt of using Shownu for his own reasons had started to eat away at him. He was leading someone else on but he couldn’t stop himself from doing it.

But when he’d noticed that Jungkook and Jimin left together that night at the bar, the dam broke.

That night, he’d told Shownu everything. The years of pining that had resulted in nothing, the reason he’d started their arrangement, everything, and Shownu had been nothing but understanding.

So here he was now. Cooped up in his room, sittting with the fact that he’d been casuing his friend so much strife, all because of his own selfishness. Even now knowing Jungkook’s feelings, he fears that he’s messed up too many times for them to ever have something more than they already do.

He’s in the midst of wallowing in self pity when he hears a knock at the door.

“It’s open,” he says, refusing to leave from the cocoon of blankets he’s buried himself in.

The door creaks open slowly, and Jimin walks in, rattling a bag of food like someone would do for their pet cat.

“I’ve got a piping hot bag of bad decisions with me,” Jimin says, approaching the vaguely human shaped pile he believes is his friend. Taehyung grumbles in response. “Still havent’ heard from Jungkook?”

“No.”

“You gonna reach out to him?’

“No.”

“You gonna stay in here and watch Bob Ross painting videos instead of facing your fears head on?”

“Yup.” Jimin sighs.

“You two are very similar, you know that?” Taehyung says nothing. “You guys really need to talk about… whatever it is you’ve got going on. That’s the main problem here.”

“What good will that do?” Taehyung asks, irritation present in his voice. “He probably hates me. And I don’t even blame him.”

“Well, at least we’ve crossed that bar.” Taehyung glares at him. “You’re not the only one at fault here, though. He bottles his feelings up as much as you do.”

“So what am I supposed to do, Jimin?” a sniffle. “I don’t know what to do anymore.’

Jimin’s heart aches at the pain in Taehyung’s voice. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen the younger boy so distraught. He moves to comfort him, placing a hand on Taehyung’s back to try to calm him down, if even a little.

“I’m not sure,” Jimin says. “I think right now you should be honest with him. I think at this point, all he needs is for you to tell him how you really feel.”

“Do you think it’s that easy?”

“I do.”

Taehyung considers this for a moment. If he’d been honest from the beginning, years ago even, they wouldn’t be here. He just hopes that later is better than never.

“Okay. Then that’s what I’ll do.” Jimin smiles at him.

“Good. Now move over, Bob Ross’ voice eases the troubles of my soul.”

“What troubles do you have?”

“Two idiots not knowing how to communicate.”

“You’re sitting on the floor.”

Jungkook has never felt embarrassment as intensely as he does now.

It’s been long enough that any other person likely would’ve moved on, but this wasn’t something as simple as dropping your lunch plate in the middle of the cafeteria and having the entire room clap. Been there, done that.

He’d confessed to his best friend of several years that he’s in love with him. His best friend who he knew was seeing someone, at that.

He’s locked himself in his dorm once again, not even bothering to distract himself. Instead, he opts to just lie in bed and think about where everything had gone wrong in his life over the past few weeks.

Maybe he shouldn’t have let Taehyung talk him into going to that party. What if he hadn’t gone looking for Taehyung when he disappeared that night? Perhaps he shouldn’t have forgiven him so easily. He knew that last one wasn’t an option, though. He would’ve softened up eventually.

Now, things are different. He was okay with livivng with his feelings knowing that they would nver be reciprocated. He would still have Taehyung as a friend, and if he was happy, that would be enough for him, even if he wasn’t the one making him happy.

He’s been getting a lot of texts from Hoseok recently, likely wondering why he hasn’t been showing up to practices. Jungkook takes advantage of the weather conditions, claiming to have gotten sick. Hoseok had believed him at first, but the longer time passed, the more suspicious he got.

Jungkook has sent a couple messages in response, assuring him that everything would be okay, along with other vague promises.

He’s not sure what to do at this point. Maybe he hopes Jimin really has been lying so he can move on properly. He wouldn’t be shocked if Shownu showed up to beat him up at some point. He supposes he deserves it. Shownu hasn’t done anything wrong, and now he’s in the middle of this mess.

While Jungkook begins to spiral from regret to guilt, there’s a knock at the door. This time, he’s a lot less willing to deal with whatever this could be.

“Go away, no one’s here,” Jungkook says halfl heartedly.

“Hmmm, alrighty then,” a voice he recognizes as Hoseok says. “I guess I’ll take my snacks and Marvel movie box set elsewhere!” Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“Fine, it’s open.”

Hoseok walks in, a smug smile on his lips.

“Knew that would work.” He places his bags down before taking a seat at Jungkook’s desk, turning to face him. “So what’s up with you?”

“I told you, I’m sick.”

“If you were sick you wouldn’t have let me in.”

“Maybe I’m in the mood to infect someone.”

“You also get sassier when you’re lying.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The two of them stare at each other, waiting for the other to break. A few more seconds go by.

“If I talk can we watch Iron Man first?” Jungkook says, not enjoying the silence in the room.

“Yes.” Jungkook sighs.

“Alright.”

Jungkook tells Hoseok everything, starting from how they met in middle school all the way up to what happened that day in the quad. He tells him about all the time they spent together in high school, how they had gone to prom with a group and ended up alone together in a park from their childhoof at the end of the night. He went through the details of Taehyung getting his first apartment, and how Jungkook had spent the first night there with him.

He talks for about an hour, and Hoseok lets him talk, not wanting to interrupt what appears to be the retelling of happy memories. Up until the current events that have him hiding out in his room, that is.

It’s only when Jungkook finishes that Hoseok decides to speak.

“It sounds like you love him a lot,” he says.

“I do,” Jungkook says. “I really do.”

“But it also sounds like he loves you, too.”

“Okay now you’re just making up things to say.’

“No, I’m serious. If what you’ve told me really did happen then it sounds like he’s just as ass over tits in love with you as you are with him.”

“Don’t you mean head over heels?”

“I know what I said.”

“But that can’t be right. He literally invited me on a date with Shownu.”

“Are you sure that night was for Shownu? He went out of his way to find a place you would find the most comfortable. Did he even once mention Shownu liking the place when he was telling you about it?”

Jungkook thinks about this for a moment. He remembers Taehyung ensuring that he would have fun, that this was the most comfortable place for him. He’d even invited Jimin out to ensure he wouldn’t feel left out at any point.

“I mean, I guess. But I think he was just afraid I’d cut him off if he dragged me to some noisy club.”

“Maybe it was both?”

“Maybe. But there’s definitely something there. I know there is.”

“And if there is? What do I do then? I’ve already confessed to him. On accident, like a moron.”

“Well, you already know how you feel. You just gotta wait for him to figure his feelings out.”

“And if he figures out he feels nothing for me?”

“Then you move on. You deserve to be happy too, you know. You shouldn’t have to hurt yourself just to keep him happy. If he was ever your friend he’ll understand that and respect whatever decision you make.”

Jungkook considers his friend's words. It’ll hurt, but if this is what causes the end of a precious friendship, then this is where it ends. He does a lot for other people, never thinking of how that could benefit him. But maybe it’s time for him to do that. At least once.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll just have to wait until I hear from him again. And when the time comes to make a decision, I’ll know which one I need to make.”

Hoseok stands from where he’s sitting and crosses the small distance between the two of them, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s frame. Jungkook returns the gesture.

“Thanks for being here, Hobi.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m always here if you need me.”

“Can we watch Iron Man now? That was emotionally exhausting.”

“You do know that Iron Man-”

“One emotional outburst at a time, please.”

Jungkook is feeling much better these days.

He still hasn’t heard from Taehyung, but that’s okay. He’ll reach out when he’s ready.

The school has reopened, the storm finally passing and the ice starting to melt. Life slowly but surely trickles back onto campus, musch like the way the fountain in the quad has begun to flow like it used to.

It’s when Jungkook is heading back to the dorm to change for practice that he recieves a message he’s been both apprehensive about and excited to recieve.

Tae Tae: Can you come to my apartment tonight? I think it’s time we talked.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to answer this time.

Kook: No problem, I’ll see you then.

“You sure you’ll be okay?” Hoseok asks from the driver’s seat of his car.

“Yea, I’m sure. I’ll just catch a bus if things go bad.”

“Do not do that. Call me if you need to.”

“Okay dad, anything else?”

“Remember what we talked about.”

“I will.”

Jungkook gets out of the car and makes his way to the door. He turns around before knocking, seeing Hoseok shoot him a thumbs up to cheer him on. Jungkook turns around, takes a deep breath and knocks on the door. Almost immediately, the door swings open, scaring him.

“Were you like, right by the door?” Jungkook asks, obviously startled.

“Yeah. Sorry, I was just nervous.” He peaks over Jungkook’s shoulder and spots Hoseok in the driveway. Taehyung waves at him, which Hoseok mimics before he pulls away. “Do you wanna head in?”

“That’s probably for the best. It’s still pretty cold out here.”

Jungkook lets Taehyung lead him to the living room, despite having already been here more times than he can count. They sit on opposite ends of the couch, not sure how to start after how they left things the last time they saw each other.

“So, um,” Taehyung starts, “how’ve you been?”

“Oh, god, can we please skip the awkward small talk? My head might explode,” Jungkook says, chucling slightly.

“Sorry,” Taehyung says. “I’m just not sure where to start.”

“Do you want me to go first?”

“Please?” Jungkook nods. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m nervous too.” He takes a deep breath. “Well, I think it’s safe to say we both know how I feel about you.” Taehyung nods. “It’s okay that you don’t feel the way that I do. You aren’t obligated to do so just because we’ve known each other for so long.” He pauses. “But I won’t pretend this isn’t hurting me. I can’t keep doing that to myself. I’ll do my best to hold on to our friendship but it becomes too much for me… then I’ll just have to go.”

Taehyung can only stare at him in shock. He can’t believe the words that he’s hearing right now.

“You think… that I don’t feel the same about you?”

“I mean… you didn’t say anything when I confessed to you.”

“You kinda caught me off guard.”

“That makes two of us.”

“But that’s actually what I invited you over to talk about.” A pause. “I’ve been in love with you since high school.” Jerry’s eyes widen. “Maybe even before that.”

“Wait, but what about-”

“Shownu? I just started hooking up with him to try to get over you. We just tried the dating thing to see where he would go.”

“So you guys are-”

“Broken up? Yeah, we split after that night at the bar.” Jungkook is about to ask another question, and this time Taehyung beats him to it. “I kinda thought you left with Jimin so you guys could… you know.”

“Why the hell would you think that?”

“In my defense I’d had a lot to drink that night.”

“You seem to do that a lot.”

“So I like a good cocktail, sue me!”

“You like several good cocktails”

The air feels significantly lighter than it had when they first sat down, now that their feelings are out in the open. The silence that settles over them after a bit more bantering is comfortable. They’ve moved closer to each other now as they catch each other up on everything they’ve been up to.

Jungkook decides he can’t help himself.

“Can I kiss you?”

Taehyung pauses immediately. He thinks he’s misheard him at first, until he sees Jungkook’s eyes flicker down to his lips. He’s certain his voice will betray him as soon as he speaks, so he decides to nod instead.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, they inch closer to one another.

When their lips finally connect, there are no fireworks. It doesn’t feel like time has stopped around them, and it doesn’t feel like the rest of the world has faded away and they’re the only ones left.

It feels like coming inside and having hot chocolate after playing in the snow all day. It feels like your parents cooking your favorite meal after you’ve had a hard day. It feels like putting on an old, worn pair of shoes after spending the day trying to break in a new pair all day.

Kissing Taehyung feels like home.

One kiss turns into two, which melts into five, and eventually the two of them find themselves unable to separate from one another. Jungkook pushes Taehyung down until his back meets the cushion of the sofa, and Taehyung allows him to do so. Jungkook’s dragging his hands wherever he can reach, wanting to memorize every detail of Taehyung’s body. Taehyung slides his hands under Jungkook’s shirt, drawing small shapes in his skin.

It’s when Jungkook grinds his hips into Taehyung’s by mistake, a whimper being ripped from Taehyung’s throat because of it, that they realize the compromising position they’re in. Jungkook pulls away, his eyes drifitng down to Taehyung’s kiss swollen lips.

“Do you want to-”

“Yes.” Jungkook blinks.

“You didn’t even let me-”

“Don’t need to. I’ve been waiting for this for years.”

“I just don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Ooooh, you think you could?” Jungkook squints at him.

“You think I can’t?”

“I’m just saying, I’ve been with a lot of guys-”

“Can we please not talk you hooking up with other guys when I’m on top of you-”

“-and only one has ever been able to make me cry.”

“Wait, who?” Taehyung freezes.

“Forget I said anything,” he tries to lean up to kiss him again, but Jungkook pushes him back down immediately.

“Tell me who it was.”

“But-”

Now.” Jungkook’s demeanor has changed completely, but Taehyung can’t help but continue to tease him.

“Hmm I can’t seem to remember his name now. How odd! Bizarre, even”

“Taehyung.”

“Fine, you’re no fun. It was Shownu.” Jungkook tenses up. “It’s fine, don’t worry if you can’t-”

“Are you challenging me?”

“Maybe a little.”

Jungkook captures Taehyung’s lips again, much more vigorously than he had before. He grinds into Taehyung again, his movements deliberate, rough. The action elicits another sound from Taehyung’s lips, and Jungkook wishes he could make it his ringtone.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby boy.”

It’s not long before clothes are shed, scattered about the apartment in a careless fashion. They continue their minstrations, touches evolving into grabbing, light whimpers turning into loud moans.

Sounds of skin slapping against skin bounce off every wall of the apartment. Breathy moans and whines blend together, creating a symphony of pleasure between the two of them. They continue on until the wee hours of the morning, their bodies having grown slick with sweat.

Jungkook is the second person to ever make Taehyung cry.

The following weekend, there’s another party held at Kim Seokjin’s house.

Taehyung convinces Jungkook once again to go with him, promising they could leave whenever he was ready.

Jungkook is much more confident now, his arm slung over Taehyung’s shoulder as the two of them walk in. Mirroring the last time, Hoseok spots the two of them immediately when they walk in. Much like last time, he’s drunk.

“Jungkook! You came! I haven’t seen you in so long.”

“You saw me two days ago.”

“Exactly. That’s practically years!” He leans in closer to try, and fail,to whisper to Jungkook. “So what’s up with him.” He very blatantly gestures to Taehyung, who’s watching the two of them interact, amusement written all over his features.

“Things are good. We’re good.” Hoseok smiles before directing his attention to Taehyung.

“If you’d hurt him I swear I would’ve destroyed you.”

“You cried in the mall because a bunch of middle school kids tripped you and called your shoes stupid.”

“Middle schoolers are mean, man.” Hoseok hears someone call his name somewhere in the distance, and stumbles in that direction.

“Is he gonna be plastered every time we meet?” Taehyung asks, watching as Hoseok turns to wave goodbye to them.

“Honestly? Probably.”

They find their way to the same area they had been the last time they were last time, occupied by the very same people as well. This time, Shownu sits among them. For the first time tonight, Jungkook feels nervous. Shownu sees the two of them coming and waves them over.

“Hey, Jungkook! Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yea, Guess it has been a long time.” A beat of silence. “Listen, I-”

“No no, don’t you dare apologize. It’s completely fine. I didn’t expect things to get serious anyway.”

“Are you sure? Because-”

“No, really. I’m completely fine. I’m glad you two are happy.” He smiles, and Jungkook returns it.

He decides he thinks Shownu is actually a pretty cool guy.

Taehyung and Jungkook stay for a while, laughing and talking with the other people seated in the area. Taehyung eventually begins drinking to the point of heavy intoxication, as he often does, and Jungkook opts to take him home. They say their goodbyes, and Jungkook carries Taehyung out on his back and all the way back to campus.

Though it’s only been about a month since they were last here, the walk home makes Jungkook feel nostalgic. The night that had ended so badly for him had resulted in a whirlwind of emotions and unfortunate events. Even so, he thinks he’d do it all over again if he had the chance.

He glances over his shoulder and is met with the sleeping face of Taehyung, him having dozed off halfway through the walk home. As he gazes at the view before him he thinks yes, he absolutely would go through all of that again.

As long as he ended up with Taehyung in the end, he would do anything.

#taekook #taehuyng #jungkook #btsv #bts smut #bts au fanfic #bts fic #bts fanfic

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jamaiskookie · 4 years ago

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bangtan headcanon: OT7 IN HIGH SCHOOL 📓✂️

☞ genre; fluff, crack

☞ warnings; excessively stupid

masterlist u wanna talk to highschool!bangtan?

《KIM SEOKJIN》

class clown

always manages to sneak kimbap in class, and stuffs his face despite being in the front row.

he’s alarmingly good at sneaking food into places.

cafeteria ladies love jin so much.

and every christmas he brings in his perfected sugar cookies and never shares them.

(he’s in the cooking club)

((he’s the only one in the cooking club))

will interrupt the teacher to make a bad joke.

“yes so helium is the fo- oh yes seokjin?“

“i was reading an excellent book about helium, i couldn’t put it down!! ahHAHAHHYUKHYUKAHHAHAHHA“

nobody’s?? really sure?? if he’s dating namjoon or not?? it’s the schools biggest mystery, there’s currently a betting pool going on worth about $500

likes to annoy namjoon and yoongi about holding bake sales.

is surprisingly good at planning parties?? but never hosts them?? hoseok always gets him to plan his parties and he even planned prom!!

he’s particularly proud with the theme he came up with.

‘zombie meets elegance‘

it was actually pretty nicely pulled off (much to the shock of the entire student body)

《MIN YOONGI》

student council president

takes his job very!! seriously!!

fights with the principal on funding daily.

doesn’t come to school without coffee and resting bitch face.

even the teachers are afraid of this short little emo boy.

is the only one who actually wears the school uniform properly with the little tie and jacket because that’s how you show school spirit.

definitely that closeted gay in high school who thinks nobody knows about his homosexuality when in fact, everyone knows.

(nobody has the guts to bring it up to him though)

“hyung why are you staring at jimin’s as-“

“-NO WHY GET BACK TO WORK”

actually enjoys doing morning announcements.

“make sure to check out jin’s dumb bake sale i think he’s selling brownies for some charitable reason anYWAYS time for min’s advice column!!“

min’s advice column is yoongi’s free therapy. namjoon suggested adding an advice column to the school paper so now yoongi just judges his classmates’s decisions gives subpar advice.

“i personally think you have no chance with this girl, but you’re clearly hell bent on asking her out. it’s a dumb choice. good luck.“

《JUNG HOSEOK》

fuckboy

throws obnoxious parties at his parent’s huge ass mansion.

somehow?? is?? the nicest? playboy??? evER??

will respect your girl’s boundaries but also would 300% hit on her when you’re not looking.

aftercare king wILL cuddle with you and help you clean up or whatever until jimin eventually comes in screaming.

his school id says “hobi 💦👅” ... noone knows how he managed to do it (taehyung thinks he seduced the secretary)

surprisingly good at romance even though he deTests dating

“it’s a waste of time, money, and ass.“ “- what?”

gives everyone dating advice whether they want it or nOt- he lives his *shhh very secret* romantic fantasies through his best friends.

once helped taehyung ask out his girlfriend... they’re still going strong!!

defo has daddy issues that he never talks about,, maybe if a girl finds it sexc™️ in that kind of messed-up-bad-boy-she-could-fix vibe he’ll bring it up

kinda failing science lmao he probably needs a tutor.. but will never admit he needs a tutor for sake of his pride.

most definitely has had sex in the janitor’s closet a couple times, up until yoongi caught him once, reported him to the school board and got him suspended... for a month.

(yoongi has no regrets, that was the best month of his life.)

《KIM NAMJOON》

student vice president

honestly would probably be the council president and is the most qualified for it but can’t be bothered.

plus he hates public speaking and the president has to speak at assemblies.

genuinely enjoys learning!! bUT HATES GROUP PROJECTS

because every single fucking time taehyung and jimin pester him about teaming up and he ends up doing like 75% of the work.

not because anyone forces him to or anything.

it’s because jimin and tae are such dumbasses every time they finish their work namjoon has a sudden uRGE TO REDO ALL OF IT BC THEY GOT IT WRONG.

tries to take all AP subjects.

gives up and drops half of them by the second semester.

great student but also will “no yoongi i don’t want to fucking play basketball i've been awake for thirty hours trying to finish this goddamn essay that’s due tomorrow. wHAT DO YOU MEAN WHY DIDN’T I DO IT EARLIER I WAS BUSY TAKING CARE OF MY BONSAI TREES.“

started the school paper!! it’s called “persona post”

writes about actual relevant things like political events and global problems, but everyone else just writes about school gossip *sigh*

although that one column examining hobi’s sex and dating life was a pretty fun piece of writing to read through.

he sits in the back of the classroom and never raises his hand even though he knows the answer like 95% of the time.

definitely has a crush on seokjin

《PARK JIMIN》

the one everyone has a crush on

and when i say everyone i mean everyone, even hoseok has had a crisis over park jimin.

(jungkook is definitely president of his fan club) ((in case it wasn’t clear, he’s dating jungkook))

school’s golden boy, basically gets away with everything with a bat of an eye... and the most infuriating thing is he doesn’t even realise it.

“omg jimin!! you’re so cute!! this shirt looks sO good on you, can i touCH?” “omg thank you i didn’t think it fit well because it’s my boyfriends but that’s so sweet!!” “boy... hm?”

mom friend: sweetest bitch alive and is always worrying about his friends but everyone knows he’s secretly really fucking kinky.

(again, jungkook has no comment)

the kind of person who celebrates christmas in june.

literally- he starts putting decorations in his locker and around the school mid june. by november, he’s wearing reindeer ears to school.

*lowkey kind of a nerd* genuinely enjoys studying with namjoon.

“well, studying with anybody else is just too stressful!! plus, namjoon’s so chill. he doesn’t look like it but he actually is super sweet and nice!!!“

“... please take those reindeer ears off, it’s embarrassing.“

half of the school would probably cut off an arm to sleep with him. seriously, he gets offers like everYDAY it’s kinda getting tiRING

is considering starting a youtube channel where he just takes videos of all the dogs and babies he meets throughout the day.

“idk i think vlogging would be fun“

《KIM TAEHYUNG》

art hoe

nEVER FUCKING STUDIES OR PAYS ATTENTION BUT GETS DECENT GRADES.

the definition of bisexual mess, WILL trip when he sees hot people.

exclusively wears wired gold glasses and soft neutral sweaters to school. if it’s a good day he’ll wear a beanie. on special occasions he’ll maybe throw in some fUN loafers.

dyes his hair to match ~the vibes~ of that season. the most recent wild hair colour is cool toned teal.

jungkook said he looks like leprechaun shit, but tae really likes it.

tried to go vegan countless times, failed each and every one when he passed by a mc donalds.

carries his sketchbook wherever he goes. he has that thing around 24/7, 100% would not be surprised if he slept with it under his pillow.

really quiet until he has a point to make;; like that time where he launched into a three hour screaming lecture on how phineas and ferb is an animated masterpiece.

drinks tea purely for the aesthetic of it.

goes to hipster coffee shops to pretend to study... ends up watching barbie movies and critiquing them on the writing blog that he thinks nobody knows about.

watches anime in class (he recently rewatched all of ATLA for the third time,, failed his econ class but worth it!!1!!1)

《JEON JUNGKOOK》

preppy jock

once again, everyone is attracted to him, but he’s so whipped for jimin everyone’s crush fades away once they talk to him because-

“oh it’s so cool that you have a dog!! you know, i think jimin kind of looks like a pomeranian sometimes it’s sO CUTE- hm? oh jimin’s my boyfriend.“

... it’s disgustingly adorable.

plays almost every sport and is somehow always the team captain. not out of obligation or with leadership skills or anything, everyone else just votes for him.

mess with his friends and he’ll put a stink bomb in your locker.

his nickname is “golden baby” because he’s good at everything, teachers love him so much.

grades? sTELLAR. sports? he’s done them ALL. creativity? pAINTED THE SCHOOL MURAL. service? volunteers at a pet shelter whenever he can (the bunnies love him for some reason)

everyone either is

a) in love w him, wants to fuck

b) jealous of him but is also secretly gay for him

pretends to not know how talented and cool he is and plays it off super cool

proceeds to fail, the only thing he’s bad at is humble bragging.

“wow omg lol i got a 100 on my bio test and yesterday i got a hole in one in golf, my first time playing it but it’s chill i guess hahhah day in my life amirite.“

**this headcanon is the start of the bangtan school series, stay tuned**

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cloveroctobers · 4 years ago

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ELLADINE SARABI

IG info/bio: @/ellasardineabi | 18.5k followers | Artist | i was born with glass bones and paper skin♡

25 years old

Born & raised in Cardiff, Wales 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Father was in the n*vy and moved his family around a few times until he and his wife came to a agreement that it would be best for the family to grow up in one solid place

whereas he would leave for months at a time living elsewhere

Which was hard on the family at times since he is viewed as the rock of the family

He eventually left the n*vy after serving 20 years & was so thankful to, he hated it and how it messed with him mentally

He’s also of Iranian heritage

Her mother is of German heritage

Has her own restaurant that serves authentic German food

Both of her parents instilled hard work, discipline, generosity, and how to be practical in their children

Elladine is the middle child

Has a brother that is ten years older than her and then a younger sister who is seven years behind her

Canon: there is currently a discussion going on if they are going to bring their (maternal) nan/mam-gu home since the nursing home isn’t providing the proper care their nan needs

Her mother has a rocky relationship with her mother that she doesn’t like to discuss with her children but her husband knows all about it

Her nan has Alzheimer's and is becoming violent

it has become difficult seeing her most days

Elladine came into glassblowing after being involved in many classes in secondary such as workshop class

which became her fav since she was able to manipulate many materials such as metal, wood, and glass

She also took a auto body class which was interesting but she wasn’t too thrilled about it. Got away with a B- but knew she could do better if she really wanted to but she didn’t need the class to graduate so allow it

Currently works in a glass studio where her work is displayed/sold and she’s one of the main ones that makes great profit

has bought her own space for her own studio and is slowly making it to her liking with her assistant, yes she’s got one!

Hopes to be in that space within the next 6 months...it would have been a little sooner if we weren’t dealing with a global p*ndemic!!! but ya know life f*cking sucks sometimes!!!1!!:) especially if people don’t gaf

Moved back in with her parents so that she could not only help with her nan but get her studio ready, her parents approved since she was working towards something and realized her talent

I definitely see elladine going through a grunge phase and it probably still slips out every now and then lol

Her childhood room is still in shades of raspberry, gray, and a deep purple

always been plus-sized/fuller than the rest but it’s literally hereditary since her mom is built the same way who got it from her dad

Her family never made her feel ashamed as they shouldn’t and none of her true friends made her feel different since they were all of different sizes!!! besides who’s really friends with someone because of their bodies? Ur really ugly if that’s how u roll js

Always a respectful student and not too afraid to spark up a convo with you but can be a little nervous if the person is more of a “I have to warm up to you first” since she’ll feel like she’s annoying you if she carries the convo at first

Takes her time in relationships because she’s scared of getting hurt, cause breakups are not fun! Especially if theyre your friend on top of that

Although Friendship breakups are much worse let’s be honest here!!!

Has noticed that a few of her exes like to bring up that she’s controlling or too bossy in relationships and that makes her a little insecure since she doesn’t view it that way??

She knows what she wants and likes things a certain way, and she can see how it can kinda come off that way based on how she approaches/says things and tries to be better at toning it down and not being offensive to her significant others

Always has a plan and likes to follow it, she definitely keeps to-do lists on a daily

Takes trips to see Nicky often and vice-versa, every moment they spend together feels like it’s meant to be, even when it’s them just simply chilling in each other’s spaces, he’s truly one of her best friends and he feels like the missing part of her life

He offered for her to move in with him but elladine didn’t accept it since she wanted to be there to help with her nan and in fact—she wanted to be the one to ask HIM to move in with her

but if they make it long enough, they’ll go house hunting together...maybe

I get Shawn/Angela relationship vibes from them (boy meets world for those who aren’t aware of this couple and I’m not just saying this because they’re interracial as well lol) did I say this already about someone else? Brain fart lol

everyone relationship has their flaws so when they hit a bump in the road...elladine immediately wants to fix it but it comes off as more critiquing, moodiness/blaming the other

while Nicky can be defensive/argumentive/a little condescending on his end

To get through it, they normally go on a walk together in complete silence until they’re ready to speak again or they take a break from each other

I think words of affirmation is her love language

Taurus sun + Virgo moon + Capricorn rising?

“The girl on the motorcycle” is one of her fav films — no this is not metaphoric to her love life

Loves watching things with captions on since she always finds herself doing something else while watching anything (which irks Nicky a little bit but that’s just the way elladine is and he loves her so he deals with it)

Will rewind something if she missed it too

Canon: never had morning sex before

but can now say she has ;) & understands the pros people say about it and it outweighs the cons in her book

Will start the whole song over too if she missed her fav part in it

She also enjoys billiards since her brother used to work in a pool hall and when he had to watch her because she was “too young” in her words to stay home by herself he would take her there even tho technically she wasn’t supposed to be there but he was screwing his boss’s daughter so it was quite fine

her sister has a crush on Gary & ships elladine with him, which they joke about every now and then + he doesn’t follow her back, which is okay! Not a big deal but her sister keeps sliding in his dms (he’s now single)

She NEVER thought she would be on THE love island and wasn’t that confident that she’d find a real love that carried on outside of the show but Nicky has proven her wrong 🥲

She’s 5’5–5’6

Probably shops at Zara & top shop and has no issue picking pieces that flatter her “pear” figure, she loves all that is of her body: the pudge, love handles, cellulite and all (she’s very confident and won’t let anyone see her moments of doubt when it comes to her frame)

Loves mythology but will tell bill stfu if he comes near her trying to argue about anything in that subject

Very competitive and will rush through certain things, leaving one to think that she’ll fail somewhere but rarely does

If she’s not near or away from the mountains or the sea for long period of time she gets very moody!!! Guess that’s the Welsh in her huh?

Loves fireplaces, they’re super cozy and very romantic if you catch ella’s drift 😏

Probably smells like jasmine & pink pepper idk

Wants to travel to Iceland one day

Knows her way around a car but dreads having to get it fixed or fixing it herself?

Loves driving until her road rage kicks in? Oh you’re gonna go around her to get in front of her? Never that. She’ll always be in front of you and will break check you if you try her “Drewgi” she mutters

Early riser and goes to bed early too lol

She’s the crying drunk lmao

Automatically vieve has become one of her best friends from the villa but it deff didn’t feel forced like it normally would have just because their bfs have a podcast together, they talk about everything together. EVERYTHING! It feels like she’s the big sister she never had, yet they’re only a year apart lol

They have ft sleepovers and man is it fun!

Forgave lily but at the same time can’t fully see herself being friends with her like vieve tried to encourage before they went on the yacht...sorry everything can’t be Kumbaya over here sis

It sucks to say but it was easier? She doesn’t know if that’s the right term or not... for her to forgive rafi than it was lily and it’s fucked up but that’s the way it is. It’s not like she contacts him on seperate messages or anything like that! She’ll talk to him via group chat and that’s pretty much it. She knows it was all part of the show and production’s bs for ratings but that doesn’t mean it still didn’t hurt

Wishes him success on his shows/movies but doesn’t engage/watch them

What does she post? I feel like she posts maybe three times a month and a lot are outfit pics but tends to go live more so to chat with the people! She’ll also show all what glassblowing entails while chatting away! She loves that part and is pretty open about things but knows how to keep some things private

Personally wasn’t the biggest fan of season 1 but admits she wishes she had mc’s balls in terms of what she would have done if she was in elladine’s place when lily picked Nicky, “ugh! I wish I had her strength rising through my veins in that moment. Absolute riot. Adore her.”

‘“Licky” is a ugly ass ship name anyways so who’s really winning here?!’

Celeb crushes? Iwan Rheon, Henry Zaga, Anthony Welsh, jason derulo, & LaRoyce Hawkins

Listens to: soleima, Marisa Maino, Ava Max, poppy, Caroline polachek, Donny Hathaway, Phil Good, & SAINt JHN

Anthem — M.I.A. “Bad Girls”

#litg #litg3 #litg s3 #litg elladine #litg Nicky #litg genevieve #litg oc #litg mc #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #litg rafi #litg boat party #litg lily #litg moodboard #I like elladine and I’m in love with her design #wish they did more with her and many of the other characters too!#I hope this was sorta satisfactory lol!#can you tell I’m running out of artists and celebs/well known ppl lol!

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mountainsluna · 4 years ago

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summoning the fairy goddess

PART ONE

pairing: witch!wooyoung & witch!reader (as best friends)

genre: humor/supernatural

word count: 1.3k

✩ [author’s note] this wasn’t supposed to be a two part story but i got very carried away with it lol your feedback is greatly appreciated! i hope you all are enjoying this au :)

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✩ requests : check bio or masterlist ♡

You were watching the tiny pixie hover lazily within the large iron sealed mason jar, presumably out of energy after fluttering frantically all night attempting to escape. “Should we feed it?”

“What do you think it eats?” Wooyoung asked, flipping the pancakes he had cooking on your stove. The breakfast being his apology to you for his fairy’s antics in your apartment the night before.

You got up to look through your fridge, your eyes settling on some fruit. “I’m sure a strawberry or two wouldn’t hurt it.” You cut up the fruit in small pieces before carefully sliding them under the lid.

Wooyoung plated the pancakes quickly as he came over to observe the small creature with you. The orb swirled around the glass quickly, the pieces of fruit disappearing as it circled frantically until it was all gone. The fairy now laying motionless at the bottom of the jar.

“Oh my god, way to go y/n! You killed it!” The boy accused loudly.

“Shhh! Stop yelling...” You watched the jar closely as the fairy’s light dimmed and brightened repeatedly like the weakest strobe light ever. “I...I think it’s sleeping.”

Wooyoung leaned towards the jar, upon closer inspection, he could see the faintest outline of it’s swelled stomach. He opened the lid slightly as you both put your ear to the top. The smallest snore you’d ever hear in your life emitting from the jar.

“Aww, she looks cute.” Wooyoung commented as he closed the lid softly, admiring the fairy in it’s sleeping form.

“Don’t tell me you want to keep it now?” You leaned against the counter, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Oh god don’t worry, I won’t. Now hurry up and eat! We can’t summon our first goddess on an empty stomach.”

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“I can’t say I’m happy to be back here so soon.” Wooyoung said as you two walked through the forest you had visited just yesterday afternoon.

“If you had just listened to me yesterday, we wouldn’t have had to come back.” You had been searching for what felt like hours, venturing even deeper into the forest than you would have liked. After a few more minutes of searching, you two stumbled upon a section of trees that sparkled in the sunlight.

When you got close enough to them, you noticed the sparkle was coming from them being covered in fairy dust. “Finally! Wooyoung bring the jars, I found it!” You called at the boy as he motioned the dust into the jar without touching it.

“Perfect. Now you can come see what I found.” He said, as you followed him to see a fairy ring of mushrooms in the middle of a small field.

“Oh...how convenient.”

Wooyoung began sprinkling the fairy dust in a circle around you both as you set out the large red candle, sprinkling hay and flower petals around it. A snap of your fingers, bringing the candle flame to life.

You two settled on the ground with your jarred pixie, setting it free, immediately flying in circles around Wooyoung. The faint sound of fairy laughter could be heard throughout the entire open area now. You both closed your eyes, drowning out the sound as you focused. “Woo, are you ready?”

“As ready as I can be.” The boy assured. After a calming sigh, he began the ritual himself. “We call upon you beloved goddess, the fairy queen, to help us with our new fairy friend. Our intentions are pure as all we want is to return this bundle of joy to you, your highness. If you will be so kind as to bless us with your presence and light.”

A small giggle tickled your throat as you listened to Wooyoung’s invocation. Within seconds, the most beautiful rays of light surrounded you both as the trees began to sparkle brighter and the fairy laughter got louder. You and Wooyoung were both looking around in awe, the atmosphere felt like you were in a movie.

The soft breeze had turned into a near whirlwind as it whipped your hair around while you attempted to focus on the orb of light growing bigger and bigger until the outline of a woman was visible. She glowed so radiantly, her appearance causing the winds to die down. Had you not been there to witness it you would’ve never believed it happened.

Her voice came out like the sweetest song you had ever heard. “Well hello, aren’t you two witches just beautiful.” Her smile was so genuine, a giggle escaping her lips as she admired the fairies that had come to surround her.

“Th-Thank you so m-much, your highness.” Wooyoung stuttered out, he was in just as much shock as you were.

“We’re uhm we’re sorry to have bothered you, beloved goddess but, my friend here seems to have one of your fairies attached to him and we would like to return her to you.”

“Well, although I don’t appreciate my children being kept in jars...I understand they can be a handful at times. I’m also thankful you brought her to me unharmed.” She extended her arm gracefully towards Wooyoung, the fairy hovering over to rest in her palm. “I’ve lost so many of my fairies here to bad people that have no idea how to care for them.” She looked down at the small pixie in her hand sadly.

You glanced over at Wooyoung who now looked a bit guilty for not being more careful. “We’re so sorry to hear that.”

The goddess looked up at you two again, her soft smile returning to her face. “How shall I repay you two for bringing her back to me?”

“Oh we don’t need anything, your highness. Your kindness has been enough of a reward.” Wooyoung answered frantically as you nodded in agreement with his words.

“Hmm...” She glanced between you both, a playful smile now forming on her face. “I can sense you two are very close...Shall I... offer to bless you two with fertility?”

“OH NO!” “EW NO!” Your faces squinted in disgust as you both couldn’t disagree fast enough at her words.

You cleared your throat before speaking. “With all due respect, dear goddess, we’re just friends!”

The goddess let out a bubbly laugh at your frantic behaviors. “Ah I see, I see. Well I can tell you that what you both have is something of a soulmate connection...Either romantic or platonic, a soulmate is a soulmate. Always, keep each other close...and safe.” She smiled down at you both with the most endearing eyes. “If that is all you two needed, I will be off now. And thank you again.” She turned away, the light surrounding the area fading as she disappeared into the forest. The lights from the fairies, retreating back underneath the mushroom tops of the fairy ring around you.

You turned your head towards Wooyoung who was still staring at the trees in shock of the whole ordeal. “Alright, soulmate, let’s pack it up and get home.” You said pulling him back to reality as he knelt down to help gather everything.

The walk back to the car was quiet as you two processed what had just happened. “You know, I have no authority to question a god or goddess but what kind of information was that?”

“Yeah, no offense, but I was always hoping my soulmate would be someone I actually liked.” You chuckled, feeling Wooyoung’s hand hit your arm lightly.

“Hey!” Wooyoung protested, “Don’t act like I’m not your best friend for a reason! Anyways, you’re not of my particular persuasion either so I guess we’re even.”

“And how does she expect me to keep a troublemaker like you safe? You are the reason for more than half of my life problems.”

“Because I am a gem and I should be cherished, soulmate!”

#ateez #witch!wooyoung #witch wooyoung series #witch au #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #san #hongjoong #seonghwa #song mingi #yeosang #yunho #jongho

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merigreenleaf · 4 years ago

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Unexpected Inspiration Character Backstory: Adair’s Past

Addy had one foot in the water when a hand snatched at the back of his shirt and heaved him away from the shore. "No, dope! You won't get there in time, not the way you swim! Climb!"

Feren shoved him in the direction of the tiny island's lone tree before shimmying up it. Addy bit his lip as the water reached his feet and rose almost immediately to his calves. Feren was right, he wouldn't make it to the other shore by swimming. He touched his favorite paintbrush to make sure it was safe in his pocket-- and to feel more courageous, not that he'd admit that a paintbrush was his comfort thing. Feren would never let him live that down and would call him a baby even in the middle of a flow that was rapidly becoming a flood. He forced himself up onto the lowest branch. Even here was too high! Addy closed his eyes while his stomach churned as bad as the water below him.

"What are you doing? You have to climb higher than that!"

"I can't!" Addy didn't open his eyes. He was already so high. The flood couldn't reach him here. It wasn't like it was going to get that deep.

"Dammit, Addy! Are you too weak to climb one stupid tree?"

Addy squinted one eye open and looked up, which had to be better than looking down. It wasn't. Feren was perched about a mile above him on a larger, sturdier limb. He wasn't sure what view was worse: Feren glaring at him or seeing someone up so high. Addy closed his eyes again and hugged the trunk with both arms. Maybe if he clung tight enough the water wouldn't carry him away. Maybe it would turn out that the magic he didn't have yet was glue magic. No, he'd never been that lucky. He was dimly aware of muttered curse words above him, ones he wasn't allowed to say at home, then Feren shouted, "Grab my hand!"

The current reached Addy's dangling feet. With a whimper he hoped Feren didn't hear, he reached up. Feren grabbed his wrist and hoisted him up, then shoved him further upwards. Addy kept his eyes on the tree trunk. He was going to have nightmares for years about this stupid tree trunk. After an eternity of climbing, he was on the wide branch Feren had been sitting on. A thundering heartbeat later Feren joined him. As much as he hated the other boy, Addy couldn't say he minded when Feren's arm wrapped around him to hold him in place. He was pretty sure Feren wasn't going to push him off, anyway. Not after the effort of getting him up here. Not when Feren avoided the word "effort" as much as he did the words "selflessness" and "not being a jerk." Nothing about this day was going right. -Excerpt from an early draft of Colorweaver (book 1)

To all appearances, Adair has the most normal backstory of the dorks. He didn't grow up in a weird temple like the twins, Rosalie, or Camille-- Concordia doesn't technically even have a religion. He didn't lose his parents young like Blythe did-- if anything Adair has too many parents, which annoys him on occasion because what teenager wouldn't be eye-rolling at six parents and parental figures. He was certainly never unloved or neglected by any of his parents, like Dray-- his multitude of parents have always supported his hobbies and interests and since he always lived in Concordia, no one batted an eye when he declared that he was a boy. He's never had to struggle to make ends meet or to survive, like any of the others. He had the most normal, traditional, seemingly-unexciting childhood that you can have as a Concordian.

But that's where the normality of Adair's life stops. Weird things have a habit of happening around him. Mostly it's given him an attitude of "Oh. This is what we're doing now? Okay" because he rarely knows what's going on. He often feels like he's just along for the ride with his own life.

(His bio is below!)

To take it back, Adair grew up in a small, quiet town where not much happened. It was so small that there were only two sets of Artisan families who lived there. When his magic manifested as a kid, he was apprenticed to the set that wasn't his own. Okay, he probably would have preferred getting the heck out of a place so dull, but his master had cartography magic which is precisely the flavor of colorweaving that Adair did. Her son was a thorn in Addy's side for years, but Master Idra was welcoming, loved to travel, and was eccentric in the best ways. One of her spouses was a master chef, so their way of welcoming Adair into the family was by having him help out in the kitchen and making all sorts of yummy desserts that he liked. (There's a reason Adair does this with his own adopted kid!) Adair quickly befriended Nina, the apprentice of said spouse, and she made him all sorts of sweets, too. If not for living with Feren, his master's son, it would have been perfect. Even then, it sort of worked out because Feren went from bossy bully to bossy boyfriend, but that's a can of worms I won't get into here since I already talked about it in their relationship moodboard post. Suffice it to say that this was not a great relationship, but it does mean that Feren was there for almost all of Adair's Weird Events.

The first strange thing he could pinpoint was the timing of when his magic manifested. He was hanging out with the other local kids at a nearby lake when the dam suddenly cracked. He has honestly tried to block out most memory of this, not because of the flood, which wasn't too bad since the stone-magic inside it stopped it before it burst entirely, but because he had to climb a tree to avoid it. Heights have always been Adair's greatest fear and he was never sure what he would have done had Feren not been there to help him. Adair doesn't remember much of this, between the terror and his eyes scrunched tight, until purple light appeared behind his eyelids. When he snuck a peek at his hands and arms clinging to the tree, he saw that they were glowing. The glow wasn't really unexpected, that was just the sign that his magic was now active, but it was impeccable timing in a way that became Adair's normal. His master theorized it happened then because he was so frightened. Adair would rather not think about it at all, thanks.

Another Weird Event was a sudden cave-in when he, Feren, and Nina were poking around what should have been a safe cavern. The most recent Event was when he woke up in the middle of a carnival. That one led to him meeting the dorks, so he was cool with this once he dealt with the embarrassment of being seen in pajamas and quacking ducky slippers. At least nothing burst or collapsed that time.

That said, usually the events were small and I don't think he was much aware of them because they tend to happen while he's asleep or zoned out. It's one thing that Adair tends to have vivid dreams and occasional hallucinations when he's tired; that's par for the course with a sleep disorder. It gets weird when other people can see what he's dreaming. These are mundane enough that anyone who gets caught in one of the illusions brushes it off as maybe they just nodded off. Adair has spent so much time around Feren, though, that Feren has long suspected that something was up. Has he told Adair? Of course not, why would someone as wonderful as Feren ever think to help someone he supposedly loves? Instead, he watches and wonders and documents, and when strange things start happening around the other dorks that are similar enough to Adair, Feren notices.

But even with the strangeness in his life, Adair has plowed on happily. He finally broke up with Feren, so the past few months have been a breath of fresh air. He finished his apprenticeship and is nearing the end of his year as an amateur with his graduation project almost finished. He has the other dorks in his life and the future looks bright, minus a few hiccups and malfunctioning magic that isn't always his.

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I apologize that the excerpt got kinda long, but I wasn’t sure where else to stop it besides that point. This is the next in the series of backstory moodboards I’m doing about the dorks. I have two for Dray here and here, and one for Rosalie & Camille here. I also just updated Adair’s bio board with a new board and new info!

This was originally supposed to be for @homesteadchronicles theme of “baking” but I’m a week late and also this post spiraled wildly out of control lol

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kinetic-elaboration · 4 years ago

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March 19: 2x11 Friday’s Child

Finally watched this week’s TOS. This was a hard day again and I’m tired and basically as soon as the ep ended my mood deflated again but I think I can write up a few notes and then crawl right back into bed again.

Another episode about negotiating for a mining treaty, huh? (I’m keeping track of all of these, roughly, for my own Nefarious Purposes).

The aliens are seven feet tall and they wear silly outfits.

Wow, what a dumbass red shirt. You’d think Starfleet would train people NOT to just randomly draw their weapons in diplomatic situations.

I honestly forgot there were Klingons in this.

DC Fontana wrote this!! I forgot that too.

Lol Kirk just drops the deceased red shirt. And then keeps holding his hands out like ‘what am I to do now?’

“They want to negotiate for our rocks. Our stupid, useless rocks. Everyone wants our rocks! So weird.”

I’m actually kind of surprised DC Fontana wrote a Klingon ep but like... I guess it’s not that surprising given this guy doesn’t even have a name and is also really dumb lol. At least he’s not in brownface.

When Kirk and Spock disarmed I didn’t realize they were throwing down their communicators and I was a little confused as to why they had to carry so many phasers each.

Kirk’s pretty upset about the crewman’s death, which I get, he always goes feral when one of his people dies and I appreciate that about him... but that guy really did fuck up lol.

I like seeing Scotty in command.

Oooh mood lighting in the tent. And Spock is meditating I think.

Emotion is “inefficient and illogical.” No wonder Kirk thinks they can never be in love!!

And yet jealous is also inefficient and illogical and I detect some of it in Spock when the blonde Cappellan comes in.

“They consider combat more pleasurable than love.” Hmm sounds like someone else I know.

... Honestly I wish the Grounders had been like this. I feel like there’s more thought in creating this society in one episode than in creating that one over 7 seasons.

I love Bones in this and his role as cultural translator.

The Federation believes in self-determination.

“The sky does not interest me.”

I really do dig the world building here. There’s so much going on in this one ep, even just in part of an ep, and you really get the sense that this is a whole world with its own rules and customs and values, and its own complex political machinations that our mains have really just wandered into.

Also the soundtrack today is NOT messing around. TV composers just don’t go this hard anymore, sorry.

Oooh now the Klingon’s afraid at the prospect of fighting Kirk.

The Enterprise just walked into a coup I guess.

Lots of fighting! Kirk must be having fun.

Scotty is so commanding! I feel like he and Uhura were already friends at this point. Like whenever he’s in command she seems really comfortable just wandering up to his chair all the time.

Also why are they ALWAYS signing stuff?

Yessss silent triumvirate communication.

“To live is always desirable.” I mean she’s not wrong but so much for being willing to die without a fuss lol.

It’s kind of wild how this ep started out being about a mining treaty and drama with the Klingons and all of this alien political drama and then basically becomes all about saving one (1) pregnant widow (and themselves) from huge, ,hostile aliens in funny feather boas.

Sulu insulting Scotty’s knowledge of ships lol. Not smart.

Can’t believe the Klingon couldn’t get his weapon back but Kirk got his communicators back no problem. Who is the smarter alien?

They’ll find us BY SCENT ALONE what a detail to just throw in there!

Lol this whole scene with McCoy and Eleen is hilarious and ridiculous in equal measure. Like I can’t entirely blame her for not wanting to be touched intimately by a strange alien man (rude!!) but also I do enjoy McCoy’s gruff insistence that he WILL care for his patient. This is what AOs didn’t get about “Grumpy Bones.” He’s not mean, he’s just...not up for niceties when he has a healing to do. He WILL care for you dammit!

And he has soft hands.

Spock is loving this.

Kirk’s subtle reverse psychology. “Well if you don’t think the communicator plan can work” and then Spock like “I didn’t say that exactly...”

They aren’t human, they’re humanoid!

And again, the subtle taunting/goading of Bones: “Well if you can’t do it...”

I’m a doctor, not an escalator! One of the best lines.

Detective Scotty. Kind of ridiculous how he solves the case of the taunting Klingons luring them away from the planet...but then sticks around a bit more just in case.

The child is McCoy’s!

Spock is so uncomfortable with this giving birth thing. “Oh look Captain, vegetation!”

“Just repeat ‘The child is mine.’“ “Yes, the child is yours.” Lol.

Arts and crafts with Kirk and Spock! I love that this is a McCoy ep with subtle space husbands in the background.

Favorite moment though is McCoy trying to teach Spock how to hold a baby. “I would rather not, thank you.”

“Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on...won’t get fooled again.”

I love that Chekov is consciously messing with them about everything being from Russia.

Also the absolute GALL of the Klingons trying the exact same ship luring technique a second time.

Can’t believe that Bones wants to go off and have fun with the boys and just leave the baby alone in the cave. You’re a dad now McCoy!! Be responsible!

“Small patient.” Yes very small!

Cool little robot battle station unfolding at the helm.

I feel like when Kirk and Spock have that exchange about cavalry coming over the hill and Spock says "if by that you mean..." Kirk should have answered, "I thought I just said that." But then that wouldn't be very Kirk of him. He never makes fun of Spock.

This Klingon is not having a good day!

Scotty and the redshirts here to save the day.

I guess Maab wasn’t so bad after all. And Elaan is perhaps a little confusing, but I admire her desire to both save herself and adhere to her people’s traditions, even if those are incompatible desires.

Spock absolutely IS going to consult linguistics about baby talk. Probably Uhura specifically.

LEONARD JAMES AKAAR. Absolutely one of the top 5 final bridge scenes. They really missed an opportunity to return to the planet in a later movie or series and interact with the Teer.Captain Picard meets Leonard James Akaar.

This was a good ep! I really only remembered the Bones and Elaan parts with the baby, so I forgot all of the political machinations and stuff in the beginning of the ep. It’s a pretty solid world building episode and of course, lots of McCoy, can’t go wrong with that.

I actually think it makes a lot of sense for Bones to be the child’s “father” tbh. Like, I know everyone thinks it’s funny but like... in our culture, we assign pseudo-parental roles to people who aren’t blood relatives of children based on the adult’s relationship with the child’s blood relative and that’s arguably weirder. Like you can be a kid’s step father by marrying his mom even if you really don’t have any relationship to him, so why shouldn’t McCoy, who saved Leonard’s mother’s life and delivered him, and convinced her to actually desire to raise him, be considered his “father”? ESP given that this society seems to have no place at all for fatherless children. They just can’t conceive of such a thing. So “father” has to encompass something other than, or not strictly limited to, biological father. She was so quick to assign McCoy fatherhood status, I have to assume this happens a lot, that people take on that role for non-bio children.

Not a lot for Spock to do today but I think he had fun. He got to explode some rocks and make some bows and shoot some arrows. And Kirk got into a lot of fights so I think he enjoyed himself.

I don’t know if I believed the Cappellans were 7 feet tall but they did look broad and alien so I will give them that.

It was nice to see Scotty in command again. I’m so mad at AOS still for making him comic relief. I think he’s actually quite a serious person. Talking with my mom, I’ve decided that the crew can be grouped into ‘cracks jokes through a crisis’ and ‘generally gets very serious in a crisis, reserves humor for calm moments’ and while Sulu, Chekov, and Spock are in group 1, Scotty is definitely in group 2 with Kirk and McCoy. (Uhura seems generally lighthearted and fun loving but not funny per se so I don’t know how to group her.)

Also this is one of the early filmed Chekov episodes (as you can see by the hair) and he spends it, again, at Spock’s station. It’s so obvious he was introduced as Spock’s protege, not as the navigator, which I think is very interesting. Like I want to hear the backstory on that.

Next week’s episode is The Deadly Years, which I remember as being very solid.

#star trek tos #the year 2021 #2021: star trek #2021: star trek tos

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kpoppwriter · 5 years ago

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You Still Have To Date Your Soulmate - Falling (In Love) pt. 2

Anon asked: could you do a part two for Hongseok soulmate au? I read it today and I'm in love.

Genre: fluff

Words: 1.5k+

Warnings: n/a its just fluff and Kino being a dork

a/n: so this ended up being longer than the original lol also I ended up writing Kino kinda like a stereotypical GBF gay best friend accidently whoops

Falling (In Love) pt. 1

“And when I looked at my phone, my cheek was all colorful.”

“See! I told you!” Kino slapped your shoulder, “He’s your soulmate~”

“Oh, shut it Kino,” you took a sip of your drink trying to hide the blush appearing on your face

“So, when are you going to see him again?” Yanan asked

“Well, I’m hanging out with him after his Lit class but he did ask me to go to his basketball game...”

“And you’re going,” Kino finished your sentence

You sipped your drink again, not agreeing with Kino. He groaned as he leaned on you. He complained and complained saying ‘you had to go’, ‘he’s your soulmate’ and ‘you had to fall in love with him’.

“I don’t know...I guess I’m just not used to all this,” you admitted

“Aww don’t worry Y/N,” Wooseok smirked, “I’ll put a good word in for you. I have Bio with him later.”

“Don’t you dare-”

“Oh! And I’ll come with you to the basketball game!” Kino exclaimed

“You don’t have to-”

“I’ll go too, if you want,” Yanan chimed in

You sighed flopping down on the table. You buried your face in the crook of your elbow. The boys quieted down letting you mull over your options. You slowly raised your head, deciding what you were going to do.

“Ok fine. I’ll go,” you sighed, “But you’re coming with me, Kino.”

“Sweet! We can take my car!”

Kino picked his phone quickly typing out a text to someone, probably his roomates. You did warn Wooseok that if he embarrassed you, you’d actually fight him. Kino, like the good friend he was, hyped you up so much and told you how much fun you’d have. You hoped he was right again.

You sat on a bench outside the English building reading a book for one of your psychology class. You were too absorbed in the novel that you didn’t realize that Hongseok had walked out of the building. He approached you slowly trying not to scare you. He gently tapped the top of your book.

“What’re you reading?” he smiled

“Ah-oh, a book for my Psych class.”

“Cool,” he sat down next to you

He took the moment to enjoy the sunshine that was shining on both of you. His eyes closed as his head fell back. His skin looked so golden, the sun accentuating the color. He was dressed rather casually, a pair of sweatpants hung on his hips and a basketball jersey over a black t-shirt. You weren’t well versed in sports so you weren’t sure what team the jersey belonged to. His eyes peaked open, spying you staring at him.

“Are you staring at me?” he smirked

“No,” you turned away from, not letting him see you blush

He only hummed in response. He knew you were lying- it was obvious. His hand went up into his dark hair pushing the strands out of his eyes. You avoided looking at him, afraid of letting him see the blush on your face, if he hadn’t already seen it.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked

“Um..no I haven’t.”

“Want to get lunch with me? My treat.”

“Sure,” you smiled shyly

He got up off of the bench first, offering his hand to you. You hesitantly took it. Before you had a chance to grab your bag off the ground, he grabbed it and wore it.

“You don’t have to do that. I can carry it,” you went to take your bag but he shifted out of reach

“Don’t worry about it,” a teasing smile graced his lips, “I’m strong. I got it.”

You just laughed as he showed off his muscles. He posed in funny poses that showed off how strong he apparently was. He had you laughing loudly at his ridiculous actions. His heart fluttered when he heard you laugh. The sound of your laughter brought him so much joy. He never wanted to stop listening.

“I said I’m walking out the door now, Kino. Calm down.”

You put your phone on speaker as you left your very small studio apartment. You waved down the car that was slowly driving passed; a car you knew too well. You hung up the call with Kino as you got into the car.

“I said i was walking out,” you huffed

“You took forever,” Kino whined

“You were waiting 10 minutes. Calm down.”

You and Kino chatted the entire ride back to the college. You had gone home after classes to freshen up before going to Hongseok’s basketball game. You weren’t planning on going home but both Kino and Yanan convinced you to. They wanted your first date with Hongseok to go well, even though you refused to call it a date. You were just going to support him and his team.

“You like him, don’t you?” Kino asked

“I mean...he’s really cool...and intelligent and funny- not to mention he’s pretty cute-”

“Oooooo you like him~” Kino teased

“I do not!” you protested

“Yes you do!” he laughed, “You’re supposed to like him, stupid! You’re soulmates!”

Even though the day when you met Hongseok was engraved in your memories forever, you still forgot he was your soulmate. Like, you’re meant for this person and you’re supposed to be with him. It still was a new concept that you were trying to get your head around.

“Oh yeah,” you responded

The rest of the drive was pretty much the same; Kino would tease you for liking Hongseok and you’d try to protest but there wasn’t much of a point in protesting. When you finally arrived at the college, you quickly got out of the car. Kino was just making you more nervous. The two walked over to the gym where the basketball court was. Many people were already there, not many seats available in the stands. You found a space where the two of you could squeeze into. Some of the players were practicing out on the court. You spied Hongseok and waved at him. He made his way through the stands to where you and Kino were.

“Hey, you made it,” he smiled brightly

“Yeah.”

You got lost in his eyes for moment, being brought back when Kino cleared his throat particularly loud. You looked over at him, his eyes screaming at you to stop being gross for one second.

“Ah, this is my friend-”

“I’m Kino,” he interrupted you, “I’m Y/N’s best friend. I predicted you two were going to be soulmates.”

You wanted to kill Kino right there in the middle of the gymnasium. You could feel your ears turning a dark shade of red. You looked back at Hongseok apologetically. He only chuckled.

“Oh yeah. Wooseok told me you were coming together.”

There was a little bit more small talk between the three of you, mostly between Kino and Hongseok, before Hongseok had to return to the court. When Hongseok was far enough away, you hit Kino’s shoulder hard.

“How could you introduce yourself like that?! Are you trying to embarrass me?”

“Ow! I was just trying to assert myself as a protective, yet supportive friend,” he complained

“Well you could have done that without being such a dork about it,” you grumbled

You looked back at the players on the court, your eyes immediately going to Hongseok. You saw him trying to stifle a laugh then glancing up at you. He winked at you just as the referee blew the whistle, leaving you with a pink face to match your red ears.

“You did really well out there...I think. I don’t know much about sports.” you smiled embarrassedly at Hongseok

“Thanks,” he smiled back shyly

The cold evening air hit your arms as you stood outside the gym. You cursed at yourself for not bringing a sweater or something with you. You shivered slightly, barely noticeable. At least you thought it was barely noticeable.

“Are you cold? You can use my jacket,” Hongseok slipped off his jacket before you could answer him

“No, I’m alright-”

He draped the large jacket over your shoulders, not caring how you insisted that you were fine. He adjusted the jacket to fit comfortably over your form. His hands lingered on the front of the jacket.

His eyes locked with yours. You could get lost in those eyes of his. You felt like you were standing there in silence for an eternity but you didn’t care one bit. His eyes flicked down to your lips for a moment. You knew what he was silently asking for. You took a small step forward as an invitation. He pulled you into his chest by the jacket. His lips pressed gently against yours, as if he was going to break you. He pulled away quickly. He wordlessly checked if you were okay by his sudden action. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back for a deeper kiss. He melted into it, savoring the feeling of your lips against his. He wanted to stay like that forever. And so did you.

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t-lostinworlds · 5 years ago

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If I Can’t Have You (Shawn Mendes)

A/N: Am I late? Pretty much lol then again I’m always late. I wasn’t going to but the song is still stuck in my head (cuz it’s a whole ass bop and I love it) and it created this whole concept in my mind and I thought I’ll just write to get it over with. Also got a little carried away with the length lol sorry. Kind of a different interpretation of the song but hope you guys like it! x

Summary: From Best Friends to being FWBs, Shawn puts a stop to it when he realizes that he’s falling deeper for you than he should and assumes that you don’t reciprocate, only to find out later that it was a huge miscommunication and that he wants all of you, all the strings attached.

Warnings: None but Typos

Word Count: 7k+

Masterlist in Bio

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Shawn shouldn't have went with it, better yet, he shouldn't have suggested it in the first place. He knew from the very beginning that it was probably a bad idea, but he couldn't resist himself, couldn't resist her. He never could when it comes to her.

So when she was complaining and ranting about how embarrassing it was that at her age, she was still a virgin, or "inexperienced" as she'd worded, and that she just wanted to get it over with but it was hard because she wanted to lose it to someone who she truly trusts, Shawn proposed an idea that he knew would eventually haunt him.

"What if I show you how?" The words had come out of his mouth before he could even stop himself. Shawn doesn't know if it was because of the alcohol he'd consumed earlier, or the way she just looks so irresistible in her simple sleep shorts and her–well, his oversized shirt.

His long time best friend, (Y/N), halted her movements, wide yet curios eyes staring back at him as if she hadn't heard him correctly. "What do you mean?" She asked slowly, heart racing as her mind thought of so many things in a span of a minute. Though she already knows a bit of what he was suggesting, she wanted to be a hundred percent sure that what's one her mind was the same thing that's on his.

Shawn shrugged, fingers picking at the white material of his couch where they were seated, the movie they were supposed to be watching was long forgotten as his eyes landed behind her, the beautiful view of Toronto at night staring back at him. He took a few seconds to contemplate the thought in his head, weighing in the pros and cons of what he was about to suggest and then settled for: it won't hurt to try right?

He heaved a deep sigh, bottom lip caught between his teeth before meeting her gaze again. "I mean, if you want to get it over with, but only if you're a hundred percent okay with it, I can help, with your inexperienced-ness I mean."

(Y/N) still stared at him with the same amount of surprise from before, her eyes showing how she puts two and two together until realization took over her whole face, a mixture of hope and fear glimmering in her eyes but Shawn only saw the fear, his mind jumping straight into a conclusion when she spoke. "Shawn, do you have–"

"No! It's not like that. You're my best friend, I love you, and I care about you a lot but not like that, I swear." Are you sure it's not like that? Shawn felt his cheeks heat up as he looked down, knowing that his inner voice was probably right no matter how much he says he doesn't see her in that way.

Because let's be honest here, (Y/N) has been the most amazing and kind-hearted person to have ever graced his life, who's been there for him through it all and has never doubted him even when he was doubting himself. To top it all off, she's breathtakingly beautiful in every way, a timeless beauty that Shawn just can't stop but be in awe of her every single time. Whether it's just her in a casual sweatpants and shirt or when she dresses to impress every ogre occasion.

Though he wants more, Shawn's never gathered the courage to act upon it, knowing that she doesn't feel that way towards him, only sees him as the best friend he's always been.

But what Shawn missed to see when he looked away from the girl in front of him, was the flash of hurt and disappointment that overtook her face, and just when he casted his eyes back on her, her expression was quick to change, masking what she was really feeling on the inside as she gave him a subtle nod and a shy smile. "Oh, right. Yeah, okay."

Shawn furrowed his eyebrows at her words. "Okay? You mean–"

"Okay, as in okay."

"You're okay with it? You're going to do it?" Shawn wanted to slap himself at the very obvious excitement tone in his voice, causing his cheeks to flush when she giggled and looked at him weirdly before speaking.

"I mean it does sound a bit crazy, but I do trust you with my life and to come and think about it, I'd rather lose it to you than to some other guy who doesn't give a shit. Plus, how bad can you be?" (Y/N) quirked a teasing eyebrow at him, hoping to ease some of the tension that hung in the air due to the fact that they were about to do something completely out of both their comfort zones.

"Oooh don't go there (Y/N). Remember, I'm not the virgin one here." Shawn retaliated with a tilt of his head, crossing his arms over his chest with a smug grin when he saw her cheeks visibly flush. "Shut up." A pillow was soon thrown in his direction making Shawn flinch at the impact with a throw of his head back in laughter which was soon accompanied by her giggles, but the noise was quick to die down, replaced by that deafening silence that made the both of them even more nervous.

"But I don't want things to get awkward between us Shawn." She admitted with a sigh, fear lingering in her heart because she just knows that when this is over, things might not be the same anymore, and she doesn't want to lose what she has with Shawn, even if it's the bare minimum of what she actually wants.

"It won't. This will only be a one-time thing. No strings attached." Shawn reassured with the best real smile he can muster, words contradicting to what his heart was screaming, his brain warning him that this wasn't going to be just as easy as saying no strings attached.

(Y/N) nodded slowly, lips pursed as she pointed an accusing finger at the curly boy, "and this is will only stay between you and me Mendes."

Shawn chuckled, putting both his hands up in surrender as he stared right into her eyes, grin on his lips as he said, "Not going to tell a soul. Only you and me."

Still a bit skeptical, (Y/N) held up her pinky in front of her with a playful glare, Shawn's heart warming at the sight since this has always been their thing for as long as he can remember, even until now when they were already grown adults. "Pinky swear?"

Shawn lets out a soft chuckle as he leaned forward, wrapping his pinky finger around hers with a bright smile, hazel orbs boring into her own and speaking with pure promise, "Pinky swear."

"So, are we doing it now?" She asked shyly once they pulled away, fingers now picking on the hem of her shorts, absentmindedly exposing her lap more so, Shawn's eyes flickering down on it for a second before he quickly shook his thought away with a deep breath, even if what flashed in his mind was probably going to happen next.

With a shrugged of his shoulders, Shawn leaned back on the couch with a calm, reassuring smile on his face, "Whenever you're ready love."

(Y/N) swallowed the lump that formed in her throat at the nickname, it somewhat holding a different meaning than most nicknames he just causally throws around, but she didn't let herself think about it too much. "Okay, well I don't really know how to start these kind of things Shawn, I mean I know it starts with a kiss or something but you get what I mean." She pointed out the obvious, earning a hearty laugh from the boy.

"Okay, okay, I'll start." Shawn nodded as he stood to his full height, her eyes following his form as he makes his way in front of her, both hands extended for her to take, and nervously, she did as she followed his actions, both of them now standing face to face, Shawn's large hands wrapped around hers gently, his thumb caressing the back of it.

Shawn knew she was nervous, her not meeting his eyes was a dead giveaway, along with the way her tiny hands were shaking in his hold, but he completely understands, hell he was even nervous himself.

"Hey." He called out softly, her eyes snapping up to look at him. "Don't be nervous it's just me. It's just Shawn. And if you don't want to do it, it's okay." Shawn gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, (Y/N) smiling up at him full of gratitude, heart melting at how much of a sweet boy he's being, and that only makes her want to do it more, knowing that Shawn will always take care of her no matter what the cost, even if it's just as a best friend.

"No, I want to do it. I'm ready." (Y/N) gave him a nod as she held his gaze, a go signal if you will, her eyes telling him that she was truly ready, that it was okay, so he continued.

Taking a step closer, Shawn let's go of one of her hand to cup her cheek, bodies only centimeters away from each other as she looked up at him anxiously while Shawn stared at her with an expression she can't quite put a finger on yet.

Shawn's eyes scanned her face, thumb grazing softly against her skin as he slowly dipped his head down, the tip of his nose now brushing against her own and the look that she gave him was an indication that she was getting too much into her head, making him let out a soft chuckle, "Don't stress about it too much okay? I'll take care of you, I've got you." He whispered, hot breath fanning against her lips and this drove (Y/N) crazy.

She closed her eyes to try and calm herself down a bit as her heart was pounding against her chest, so hard that she's afraid it's going to burst through.

Shawn was the same, head spinning at how close she is, her pretty lips just an inch or two away, and he just wants nothing more than to kiss them, that's all he's ever been wanting for as long as he can remember.

Once (Y/N) opened her eyes again after a few seconds, she gave Shawn a light nod, a nervous smile playing on her lips as she nudges the tip of her nose with his, Shawn's grin widening as he hummed at the cute gesture, "Don't overthink too much, just let it happen."

And without wasting any more seconds, Shawn closed the gap between them, lips pressed softly against hers as he felt sparks fly–as cliché as that sounds–with a kiss that's tender, passionate yet careful as he doesn't want to rush her. Shawn couldn't help but sigh in pure content at that taste of her, the feeling of her lips against his all too overwhelming for him.

(Y/N) was quick to melt into the kiss, her arms slowly wrapping around his neck as her fingers played with the curls on the back of his head, Shawn's arms taking home around her waist as he pulls her even closer, a desire growing and burning inside of him, a need of more.

Deepening the kiss with her consent, Shawn slowly picked up his pace, up until he was carrying her to his bedroom, ready to show her an amazing, beautiful night and treat her as she deserves and more.

(a/n: if u guys want me to write a detailed part of what happened, just let me know asdfghjkl)

But after that whole ordeal, they were faced with one problem: It didn't end up being a one-time thing.

They did it again and again, and again. In his bedroom, in hers, in the shower, the living room, the kitchen, pretty much Shawn's whole condo and a little sprinkle all around her place as well, all in numerous yet different occasions.

When she comes over for a movie night, after they go party at a club, when they're casually just chilling, or when he comes over at her place to keep her company, and it was consistently like that for almost a full month.

They didn't give it a label but to the world, it's typically called 'Friends with Benefits', or in Shawn's and (Y/N)'s case, 'Best Friends with Benefits' since they pretty much have known each other for majority of their lives.

But as expected in the likes of these kinds of situations, things got way out of hand, well, for Shawn at least. Because even if he said no strings attached, every single string was getting attached one by one as time goes by. Until it came to a point when it wasn't just casual sex anymore and things got more intimate than he had anticipated.

She'd make breakfast in the morning whenever she's over and Shawn would always come up behind her, wrapping his arms around her form as he places soft kisses on her neck, which then leads to a whole other activity.

Shawn found himself feeling all giddy every time he wakes up with her in his arms, her peaceful state when she's asleep so endearing as the soft morning light touches her skin, and when she slowly stirs awake, beautiful yet tired smile on her lips as she looks up at him, he knew that he was done for, that he was falling deeper and deeper into this hole. Shawn being as he is, his first reaction to everything was a coward's one.

He knew he had to end it, whatever it was between them and bring it back to what they were before, normal best friends.

Shawn knew–well he thinks–that she just doesn't feel the same way, she would've spoken about it if that was the case because (Y/N) was the one to always tell him what she feels. And to add to that, nothing changed with the way she treated him, it was all the same as how a best friend would, so Shawn wouldn't get his hopes up and assume that she feels something remotely different, because like he said, she sees him as the best friend and nothing more.

Plus, Shawn felt like he's holding her off, depriving her from finding someone who she truly wants and deserves. So, he had to do what's best for both of them, well, at least what he thinks was best.

"(Y/N) I need to tell you something." Shawn has been dreading this since last night, his mind running a million miles per minute as he rubbed his hand together, teeth getting caught between his teeth as he refuses to look at the girl who was stood across from him, the kitchen island putting some much needed space between the two.

"Okay, I need to tell you something too." She nodded with a nervous smile, foot tapping on the floor anxiously as she played with her fingers, the tension in the air almost suffocating as the two people radiated so much nervous energy.

With a purse of his lips, Shawn leaned on the marble countertop, trying his best to seem unfazed when in reality; he was scared as to how this would go down. "Well, ladies first."

The girl tilted her head at the curly boy with a raise of her brow, standing fully straight as she crossed her arms over her chest, "No, you go first."

A smile tugged at Shawn's lips, finding her stubbornness so adorable as he always does, he finds everything about her adorable to be honest. "(Y/N)." He warned playfully, narrowing his eyes at her as if that would intimidate her.

"Shawn." She mocked with a roll of her eyes, and this made Shawn throw his head back with a laugh, the sound easing the tension in the air as (Y/N)'s face brightened.

"Okay, okay fine, I'll go first." And just like that, they were back to their nervous ways, Shawn remembering why they were here in the first place.

(Y/N) waited anxiously as to what he had to say, but when Shawn did speak, she was nowhere near thinking the same as he was.

"Uhm, well, this whole, casual hook-up thing..." Shawn started, hand gesturing between the both of them so prove his point. He saw her face slightly fall, her lips forming into a tight line as she nodded for him to continue. Taking a deep breath, he blurted, "I think it needs to stop."

(Y/N)'s whole demeanor changed at his words, and Shawn was quick to catch this so he added, "It has nothing to do with you in bed I swear. You're good in that area now, like really good." (Y/N)'s face flushed at his words and Shawn mirrored this, the image of her in his bed doing wondrous things slowly clouding his mind but he quickly pushed the thought away as he cleared his throat.

"I just don't want this to ruin our friendship because I heard things like this doesn't always end up good. I also think that I'm holding you off to going out and date if you know what I mean?" He smiled shyly, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as a nervous habit of his.

She nodded her head frantically, a smile now back on her face but Shawn wasn't sure if it was real or not. "Yeah! Yeah, I totally get it, that's what I was going to tell you too. Great minds think alike huh?" She winked with a small laugh but after that, she wouldn't meet Shawn's eyes anymore.

"Yeah, good." Shawn chuckled awkwardly, his heart falling to the floor, knowing that she in fact doesn't feel the same way or at least that what he tries to tell himself, because sometimes when you're in love with someone, you paint things in your head, and that'll end up hurting you in the process if that picture wasn't happening in reality, and Shawn doesn't want that for himself.

So it's better if he thought about the bigger picture that she doesn't feel the same way, rather than grasping on the tiny bits of hope and then he just gets let down in the future.

"Oh no something came up. I need to go." (Y/N) rambled as she checks her phone, there was nothing really on there but she needed an excuse to get out before she suffocates completely and before Shawn could even digest her words, she was already rushing to the door.

"(Y/N) wait!" Shawn called out with a confused look on his face, making her stop mid-step, hand rested on the doorknob as she turned her head back to look at him with a hum, hopeful yet sad, empty eyes staring back at him making Shawn frown, "Nothing will change between us right?" He asked cautiously as an uneasy feeling settled in the boy's stomach, and the girl only nodded, lips curved up into a small smile. "Of course, you're still my best friend dork."

Shawn wasn't able to respond because she was already out the door before he can get a word out, the frown still deep in his face as he stood there, eyes glued on the wood that hid his best friend from plain sight and hid her indeed since Shawn missed to see the tear that escaped her eyes and the sot sob that slip her lips as she rushed out of his building.

And no matter what they promised each other, things did change between them after that.

***

Shawn was at the bar with the crew somewhere in Europe, people enjoying their time as they rose their glasses up, him laughing occasionally and acknowledging anyone who throws a question his way. From the outside looking in, people would've assumed Shawn was just casually having fun with his friends, but if they actually paid him close attention, they would see that his mind was elsewhere.

"Shawn, you okay bro?" Brian asked as he noticed Shawn doze off for maybe twice that he's actually caught him doing so. "Wha – yeah! I'm great. Why?" The curly boy shrugged, avoiding his friend's eyes as he threw his head back to take another swig of his beer.

Brian chuckled at Shawn's poor attempt of lying. "You do know I'm the only person who knows you more than you know yourself right? Well, except (Y/N) of course." Shawn almost choked on his beer at the mention of her name making Brian's grin widen. "Bingo. Still can't stop thinking about her eh?"

"Shut up. I'm not thinking about her." Shawn scoffed with a roll of his eyes, though the blush on his cheeks was enough to give it away that Brian was telling the truth.

To say that Shawn misses her would be an understatement. Sure they texted occasionally but it wasn't as often as they used to anymore. They rarely even hang out whenever he's back home, and Shawn wasn't sure who was avoiding who the most, because despite saying that they were still the same old best friends, the other seems to reason all the time that they were busy and they couldn't come over.

Shawn tried not to avoid her but how can he not when every time he sees her, his feelings just get harder to control? He can't move on from his feelings if he doesn't put some much needed distance between the two of them. Besides, (Y/N) has been distant herself as well, no matter how much she says that she's busy, Shawn knows that it wasn't as much as she'd let on, he is her best friend after all.

He even tried to fly her out to Amsterdam for his first show but she said she had important things to do in school that she can't make it, and even though Shawn tried to understand, he was a bit disappointed that she wasn't there, it would've mean the absolute world to have her there. And now he wished he would've done things differently that night to at least save their friendship from burning to complete ashes.

"When are you going to man up and just confess your feelings dude?" Shawn blinked at Brian's words, his eyes narrowing at the ginger boy as he looked at him with a confused face, since Shawn told no one about his feelings, like not a single soul. "Oh come on, you've been looking at her with heart eyes since what, 7th grade? Like I said, I'm your best friend, gotta give me more credit than that."

"Then why can't she see that if it's that obvious?" Shawn grumbled, bringing the cold bottle up to his lips again as he swallowed the bitter liquid, the alcohol flooding his blood only making things even more complicated as his mind keeps wandering off to her and her only.

"It's not obvious bro. to the normal eye it would've just looked like a best friend adoring his female best friend. But I just have been very observant and I know there's something different in the way you look at her." Brian reassured his friend, and Shawn only nodded with a defeated sigh.

"Also why would I confess to her when I know she doesn't feel the same? She's going on dates now Bri and she's happy. Why would I embarrass myself and possibly ruin our friendship by saying I'm in love with her?" Shawn states the obvious even if it made his heart sting a little because it was true. (Y/N) has been back on the dating scene just recently and this just gives Shawn more reasons to get over his damn feelings.

Brian gave him a pointed look with a tilt of his head. "Isn't everything already getting there? Especially with what happened between you two?" Shawn choked on his beer for the second time tonight, his wide and horrified eyes staring at his friend as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, trying his best to regain his normal breathing.

Brian let's out an amused laugh at his reaction, proud grin on his face as boasted, "Oh yes Shawn, I know about your dirty little secret too. You guys aren't as sneaky as you think you are."

"How the fuck did you find out?" Shawn bemused, his voice raising an octave as he looked at Brian as if he's grown another head.

"Maybe you guys should check if all the guests have left your condo and none are still in the bathroom when you start going at it. Geez I still feel traumatized. I mean you guys are loud like, Yes Shawn yes." Brian mocked, a smirk plastered on his face as the curly boy turned extremely red, and it was not from the alcohol.

"Shut up Brian." Shawn groaned in pure annoyance, hiding his face with both palms, his mind going back to all the things they've done in that bedroom, or in his condo as a matter of fact.

And it's safe to say that (Y/N) ruined other girls for him. Shawn just can't find anyone else worthwhile to hook up with if it isn't her being that she just feels too good and amazing to even top. Yes he's tried to get with other girls, but they just fall short, they always do because she has set the bar high and Shawn knows no one could even compare to the feeling of her, nobody can ever compare to her period.

"Okay look, I'm just trying to say that you should tell her how you feel dude. It won't do any more damage to your friendship and I'm sure if there's anyone who'll understand it more, it's her. Just think about it bud." Brian gave Shawn's back a pat, the curly boy only frowning further at his best friend's words but didn't get any more context as the ginger boy walked away to talk with the rest of the group.

Shawn ran a hand through his hair frustratingly, very conflicted as to what he should do, if he should take Brian's advice or just let time settle in until he can finally get over his feelings for his best friend.

But judging by his state even a couple months in, Shawn knew he wasn't getting over her any time soon, especially when they still talk and dropping her out of her life was not an option.

Shawn just can't bear the thought of losing her completely, so having her in his life is a need for him, even if he only gets half of her, that being only his best friend.

***

The bustling streets down below and the beautiful Toronto skyline was ignored completely as Shawn sat on the couch with a deep frown on his face.

It was his first night back after the European leg of tour and the condo just feels the same as any hotel room around the world: cold and empty.

His phone was in his hand as he scrolled through the numerous text messages friends and family has sent him as they congratulated him with the success of this leg of tour. All of which were left unread as he searched for one particular conversation like he has spent most of his nights nowadays.

iMessage from (Y/N): Congrats on your tour rockstar. See you sometime soon. Love ya <3

Shawn ran a hand through his hair as he leaned back on the couch, a small smile playing on his lips as he scrolls even further to older messages, heart bursting whenever he reads something she said that just makes him smile no matter how much he tries not to, but sink at the same time whenever she mentions she's going on a date with some dude he already doesn't like.

Did they manage to get things back to the way they were? No. It was still the same thing from a few months ago, less communication and more avoiding.

With a sigh, Shawn turned off his phone and threw it on the cushion beside him, hand reaching out to the leather bound notebook that was sitting on the coffee table and flicking through the pages, most of which were songs written about and for her as he's always been the moment he caught on his feelings, and even before they had their little escapade in his bedroom.

Finally reaching the end part, Shawn was determined to finish this particular song which was almost done, some parts of it already recorded even. The melody that has been stuck in his minds since January – a month after he told her to end the FWB thing – coming back to him all fresh and clear as he adds a few changes to the lyrics, or final touches as some would say.

This was a way of Shawn to let all of his feelings out like how he's been doing it this past couple of months, but without actually going through the stress of confessing it to her face to face since he doesn't have the guts to do that yet.

Though knowing that this was going to be released in a couple weeks' time, Shawn needs to man up and grow the balls to do so, sooner rather than later.

***

"So this is where you've been hiding."

Shawn's head turned so fast at the all too familiar voice behind him, his sudden movement almost giving him a whiplash, but hell, just seeing her standing there in the flesh was enough to give him one.

"(Y/N), hi, you made it." A wide smile made its way on Shawn's face as he sighed at the sight of her, his whole body relaxing as she flashed him one of her bright smiles, one that he hasn't seen in a long time.

"Hey rockstar, and of course, wouldn't want to miss a free trip to New York." She joked with a tilt of her head, a hearty laugh coming out of the curly boy's mouth. "You sure it's not because you want to see your favorite person in the world?" Shawn spread his arms wide as if to showcase himself, but also to welcome her in his arms, her soft giggle making his heart skip a beat as it always does.

"Nah, Brian dragged me here actually so I didn't have much of a choice." She shrugged as she walked closer to him until she reached a cautious proximity, a shy smile now on her lips as she looks up at the gorgeous man who towered over her. "Of course he did." Shawn chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her in for a hug, both sighing in pure content at the feeling of warmth that the other radiates.

"God I missed you." Shawn whispered against her hair, the smell of her invading his nostrils making his head spin, intoxicatingly stronger than any alcohol could even dare to do so. The need in his voice was so evident but he didn't find himself to care, he just feels so happy to see her again, to hold her again if even it's short-lived.

"Missed you too dork." She smiled at him once they pulled away, the girl walking towards the railing of the balcony, leaning her on it with her forearms as she casted her eyes at the beautiful lights that glimmered through the night in the city of New York. Shawn followed her action as he stood beside her, his gaze falling at the city below for only a second as it was quick to be back on the beautiful girl who was next to him, he can never seem to take his eyes off of her whenever she's near.

The two people stood there without uttering another word, the sound of the busy street below the only thing preventing the silence between the two from becoming deafening. "Why exactly are you out here when your own launch party is happening inside?" (Y/N) spoke after a couple of moments as she turned her head to face Shawn with an eyebrow raised.

Shawn squared his shoulders with a pursed of his lips, eyes now avoiding hers as he casted it back at the night sky. "Just needed some air and just needed to clear my head." (Y/N) nodded but decided not to question him even further,

"Congrats on the song by the way, it's a very good one. I really like it." Shawn couldn't stop the proud grin that formed on his lips, heart pounding as his nerves started to take him over, since the song if pretty much about someone who's close with him, like literally.

"Thanks. It has a very beautiful inspiration or should I say muse behind it so yeah." Shawn flashed her a smile with a quick side glance, not being able look at her straight in the eyes yet, knowing that he was going to do something that would make or break everything between them.

"Oh really? It's reality based then? Who's it about?" She asked casually, but Shawn noticed the sudden change in her body language, like she was shying away from him again, her arms wrapped around herself as she stood straight, eyes still glued at the tall buildings in front of them. Shawn tried not to think much of it, but he knows her like that back of his hand so he couldn't stop that little hope from growing inside of him, urging him to continue.

"Yup, every single lyric. And well, it's about this amazing girl, very beautiful like god every time I see her my heart just skips a beat but not only that, she has the kindest heart ever, so sweet and caring. She wouldn't hurt a fly, well, unless you hurt someone she truly cares about then this feisty girl comes out. She's thinks she's funny but her jokes are so dead but I love every one of them because when she tells them, her whole face just lights up and she looks even more beautiful. She's like the epitome of perfection in my eyes. I don't care if I sound like I'm exaggerating but fuck, I just can't stop thinking about her." Shawn gushed, a wide, giddy smile on his lips as he ran a hand through his hair.

(Y/N) shifted on her feet as she swallowed the lump in her throat, which she quick to clear out with a soft giggle, acting like it doesn't faze her, how he's talking so fondly about this mystery girl she doesn't seem to know anything about, well at least not yet.

"So who's the lucky girl that Mr. Shawn Mendes seems to be so stuck on and is head over heels for?" She asked calmly, still unable to look at him in the eyes in fear that she might lose her composure knowing that she was slowly breaking on the inside but when Shawn titled his head to the side with a shy smile eyes still on her, she was nowhere near expecting the words that left his lips.

"You."

Shawn blurted the word without hesitation, turning his body so that now he was fully facing her, (Y/N)'s eyes snapping back at him as she stared at him all wide-eyed, confusion and shock written on her face as the curly boy only looked at her with a nervous, yet bright and genuine smile.

"The song is about you (Y/N), most of my songs has been." He confessed, taking a step closer towards the girl in front of him, hands itching to reach out to her but he didn't want to push his boundaries.

"Shawn I–" She trailed off, eyes showing so many emotions and this only made Shawn's heart pick up the pace but there was no turning back now, the words has already left his mouth, he might as well back it up.

"I don’t know what this will do to our friendship but I just can’t lie anymore (Y/N). I tried to move on and just forget about what happened between us, and be like the normal best friends we always have been but who are we kidding? Things aren't going back to the way they were, you and I both see that. But no matter how much I try to deny what I feel for you, it just becomes harder and harder to control each time." Shawn tried to read her face, but it was a mixture of so many emotions all at ones that he was having a hard time pin pointing on what's really on her head, and when she stayed silent, he continued.

"I probably just ruined our friendship because I know you don't feel the same way, but I'm in love with you (Y/N). I always have and probably, always will." Shawn closed his eyes with a deep breath, opening them again to stare right into hers as he finished, expecting her to reject him, to just leave and be out of his life for good but what she said was nowhere near the things he was preparing himself for.

"Shawn, you are an idiot."

Shawn was taken aback at her response, his eyes blinking as he looked at her with his mouth opening and then closing again, unable to come up with words to say as confusion only settled in his brain.

"Who told you that I don't feel the same way?" She clarified with a laugh, shaking her head in pure disbelief at the not-so-smart boy and Shawn felt like he could breathe again, the whole weight on his shoulders being lifted as he looked at her with nothing but pure relief.

"I just assumed you didn't because you agreed with me when I told you to stop what we were doing." Shawn reasoned, shaking his head at the situation at hand, finding it so humorous that all this time, everything has always been a big miscommunication, and she's right, Shawn has been a big ass idiot this whole time.

"Well you ended things so I assumed you didn't have any feelings so I didn't continue to tell you what I really felt that night. I was going to confess to you that night but you beat me too it. And you're the one who said no strings attached Shawn." She countered, crossing her arms over her chest with a soft glare, though it was obvious that she was biting her cheek to stop herself from grinning ear to ear.

"I knew you should’ve gone first. And I know I said that at first but fuck I was lying to myself. I know it was never going to be that because I could never stop myself from falling deeper in love with you. And right now? I want all the strings attached (Y/N), every single one of them." Shawn hands came up to touch her elbows, his touch trailing up and down her arms in a soft and gentle manner as he stared her down with nothing but so much truth in his eyes, making the girl smile with gratitude knowing that this game of who can hide who’s feelings more was finally over.

"Are you seriously quoting your own song right now?" She teased with a giggle making Shawn's whole body relax as he chuckled softly with a nod, taking another step closer until there were little to no space between them, one hand coming up as he rests two fingers on her chin, his head dipping down slowly to let the tip of his nose touch hers.

"Is it wrong for me to now want half? I want all of you, all the strings attached." Shawn sang softly with a smirk, hands coming down to grab at her waist, a smile tugging on the girl's lips as she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his cheesiness.

"I don't know who the bigger idiot between the two of us is right now when we could’ve just told each other what we really feel." Shawn whispered deeply. She shook her head with a giggle, her own arms taking home on his broad shoulders as she tried to steady herself because Shawn's intense stare and beautiful, handsome face was enough to making her knees wobble.

"You. Because you really had to release a goddamn song to the world to confess how you feel when you could’ve just told me straight up." Shawn only shrugged at her words, knowing fully well that she knows that he was never one to be simple about anything.

A soft giggle left her lips as she sighed, her heart melting at the thought of what he actually just did, her fingers playing with the curls on the back of his head as she added, "You really just wrote and released a song about how you feel about me huh?"

Shawn hummed with a wide smile. "Hmm, I had to let the world know that everything means nothing if I can't have you."

"Shut up you dork." And shut him up she did when she pulled him down to capture his lips with hers, a soft groan coming out of the tall boy at the feeling of having her so close again, his reaction making (Y/N) giggle between the kiss. Shawn's heart grew ten times its size as he wrapped his arms fully around her form, pulling her inhumanly closer since he just can't get enough of her, and to be honest? He probably never will.

"And next time when I say ladies first, you, my lady, always comes first, you got that?" Shawn added between the kiss, pulling away slightly to shoot her a warning look. (Y/N) bit her bottom lip, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she tilted her head at him innocently.

"Hmm, does that include in the bedroom Mendes?" She purred, earning a low growl-like chuckle from Shawn as his eyes was quick to turn a shade darker, his hands going from the small on her back to further down, resting it on top of the swell of her ass and giving it a playful squeeze.

"Oh, especially in the bedroom."

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light switch 2 | yandere!seungmin

Genre: Yandere, romance/fluff (sorta?), thriller, a little angst, some comedy

Pairing(s): yandere!Seungmin x reader

Word count: ~8k

Warnings: Author rambling, run-on sentences, mild language (censored), a few memes, moments of high tension and possible anxiety, ooc, and mild abuse/violence

A/N: Requests are open! | Masterlist in bio! | I told you guys I was working on this!! Lol I’m so sorry it took so long! :(( But, nevertheless, here it is! ...And yes, there’s a surprise waiting for you at the end... >u>” Enjoy!! And please be sure to tell me what you think! c: I love hearing from you all~ <3 (For those of you that missed it, part one can be found here)

Oh my gosh it’s finally back

Can you believe it’s finally back

Seriously what took this chick {author} so long to write this sh*t wtfudge man

Okay okay I know I’m sorry

It’s been really chaotic and I’ve had a lot on my plate (and mind) but we’re finally back now and that’s all that matters

My question to you all is

ARE YOU READY TO FINISH THIS THING?!

(enter your response here)

...THEN YEEHAW LET’S GO

Okay so

To recap:

AT A CERTAIN DANDY BOY™ HOUSE

Your mother had just made a phone call to Seungmin asking to talk to you

She wanted to remind you to bring the mail inside before y’all got too comfortable and side-tracked since you told her you were at Minnie’s (a fatal error on your part) and she and your father are out of town on a cliche business trip

Things always go wrong during cliche business trips

Anyway Minnie was pretty confused at first but he caught on pretty quickly that something was up

Something rotten in the state of Your Town Name Here

And knowing that you must have lied he decided to play along, beginning to gather the materials he needed

*cue ominous soap opera music*

“......”

“...Seungmin? Is everything alright?” Her voice is growing more and more worried with each consonant. “Where’s (y/n)?”

“......”

He laughs.

Just laughs for a moment, shaking his head.

“...Yeah, yes, she’s here. Sorry, my connection has been on the fritz lately.”

“O-Oh, I see...can I talk to her?”

“She’s in the bathroom getting cleaned up right now. I’ll have her call you as soon as she’s out...”

He paces over to the blinds, peeking out into the neighborhood from his second story window. Like a lot of cliche villains or suspicious people do. “...but it may be a while. You know how long she takes just to brush her teeth.”

Mrs. (L/n) gives a relieved, but still somewhat nervous chuckle, sighing at the end to ease her tension. “Yes, I certainly do. Thanks so much, Minnie. I know I can count on you to take good care of my little girl.”

“Yes...” He smiles, nuzzling the phone between his ear and shoulder as he’s scouring his room for things: a bottle labeled “Witch Hazel”, some cloth, a copy of his dad’s car key...as well as an additional key he never thought he’d get to use until now. “You can always count on me. I promise she’ll be out like a light before the clock strikes twelve.”

“That’s a relief. In that case just tell her to bring the mail in, would you? Thanks again!”

“It’s not a problem. Good night, Mrs. (L/N).”

“You too dear.”

Beep. He hangs up.

Looks back out the window. Sighs.

It wouldn’t be a problem at all.

“...at least, not for long.”

~~~

Back at Lucas’ house...well really, your imagination...you’re having a nightmare you used to have as a child

You’re walking down the street, minding your own business...

When all of a sudden the sky turns red, then black

The faces of the people around you turn sinister; they look like they want to hurt you

You begin to run as fast as you can, but your whole body is weighed down, like gravity is twice as strong on you

But not on anyone else

So while the people who are slowly turning into monsters are gaining on you

All you can do is cower in fear and pray that it will be over quickly

But then there’s a burst of white light

Like a light switch has been flipped on

And the ground crumbles beneath you, bursts of white shining through the cracks

And you go tumbling down into the earth

Down

Until you land into a pair of soft, strong arms

Your face instantly buries into the figure’s chest, because you know you can trust him

He smells sweet, like lavender and fresh Spring daisies

It’s a calming, pleasing scent

And all the monsters who were chasing you before vanish as they fall into the crumbling Earth, disintegrating into nothing but ash that’s carried someplace far, far away

You look up to see who your savior is

It’s never the same person

At first it was your dad; then it was your sixth grade crush; a couple times it was the cute actor from your favorite movie

But this time, and sadly like the last five times you’ve had this dream since you started high school...that person is none other than Kim Seungmin

He’s looking so ...

There isn’t a word for it

His edges are soft

So are his eyes

And he’s looking at you like you’re responsible for hanging the moon in the sky and making all the stars glow

He has such high expectations for you

From you

That you’re afraid to let him down

To tell him the truth

You aren’t God, after all

But...

......

You just—

“gaAAAAAHHH—!!!”

!!?!?!!!?!

What the heck was that?!?

Your eyes shoot open to the sound of someone crying out

It sounds like a man’s voice...

And it’s nearby

You’re stunned into shock for a few seconds before you can get your body to move, and when you do you grip the plushie in your arms against your chest—

Wait, plushie...?

You look down.

Your eyes are adjusting while a struggle is clearing going on outside

It’s the plushie that Seungmin gave you

The one from your house; you know it is bc it smells like your bedroom

But you didn’t bring this with you...

You’re scared, but you quickly throw yourself out from the safety of the tent—

And immediately wish you hadn’t

The window beside the bed is open

A cold draft blowing in

Lucas is pinned down, struggling

The shadowy figure above him

Is none other

Than Kim Seungmin

He’s ripping something off of his belt-

It’s a syringe

He stabs it into Lucas’ arm with a curse, and not but two seconds later the boy is little more than a vegetable; no longer moving, barely breathing

Holy sh*t

I mean

Holy sh*t--

You gotta bounce sis

You gotta MOVE

Seungmin tosses a bottle of some clear liquid aside in anger, and it spills open in the middle of the floor

The smell hits you pretty quickly; it smells of lavender and fresh daisies

Just like in your dream/nightmare

It makes you feel a bit woozy upon inhaling it

But you don’t completely pass out

Which apparently is what Minnie was going for

There’s a thump as Seungmin jumps to the floor

And you’re scared

Actually, saying you’re scared is an understatement

This is pretty freaking serious man

You don’t think you can meme your way through this one

You can’t move

You just kneel there outside your tent in shock, trying to convince yourself this is one of those nightmares that stems from another; you simply woke up into a new dream is all

But it’s not so

Something in your heart is telling you

This is real life

Seungmin is doing something...

He’s...filling another syringe

Now that your eyes have adjusted, you can see he’s completely surpassed resting b*tch mode

He’s gone off the deep end. Like, he’s really gone this time

Looking so serious and genuine, so certain about what he’s doing...

Yet having lost all the light in his eyes

“Now, (y/n)...I need you to be good and take this for me.”

Uhhhh

No thanks bro that’s okay

P h A t pass on that one man

Phattest pass, phattest pass

You get your legs to finally work as he’s approaching you, scurrying towards the door and only stopping when your back hits against it, because dammit all, he’s still too fast for you

Seungmin is just right there man

He’s got you trapped

His fingers brush over the soft palate of your arm, gently feeling about for a vein

Apparently he wants to be more careful and professional when he drugs you

For whatever reason

You’re back to being immobilized

It’s like your feet are stuck in blocks of cement

Oh dear Lord you’re gonna die ಥ_ಥ

This is it

He wants you dead

He’s gonna throw you and Lucas into some twisted vegetable soup and that’s going to be the end of it

And you may have thought that had it not been for the blue and red sirens flashing outside

Minnie turns around mid-prodding, an obvious cringe on his face, and then suddenly he’s tackled to the ground by none other than Big Brother of the Year Lucas oh praise Jesus you may live after all

Wow this guy is your hero

He’s weak and there’s blood all over his face, his breath heavy as he heaves out desperate words to you

“.....(y/n)........g-get out...s-side.........cops....will take...care of y-you...”

Welp, he don’t have to tell you twice

Through all this, he’s still trying to protect you. He’d been drugged, his face cut into, beaten senseless without warning, yet he was still trying to save you...like a guardian angel or something

...Wow, maybe the author should have made this a Seungmin x reader x Lucas instead hubba hubba

But unfortunately she’s spaghetti and swamped with updates so we’ll never know 🤪🍝

You fling yourself out the door and down the stairs as some officers have just broken down the front door, and you don’t grab no shoes or nothing Lord, you r u n outta that place, choosing to consult with a kind-looking female cop that’s waiting outside on standby

Frantically you gush out what’s going on as best you can, even though you’re not so sure what’s going yourself

Most importantly, you’re sure to tell her that Lucas is hurt first. He needs immediate medical attention from what you gathered in the faint street light pouring in the open window

She comforts you and assures you that they’re handling it, all the while wishing and hoping and praying with every fiber in your being you’ll wake up soon, any minute now...

...but unfortunately, you never do. The reality hits you when Lucas is carried out on a stretcher and Seungmin is forced out in handcuffs.

~~~

You’re at the hospital with Lucas

Seungmin really did a number on him; after beating him black and blue, he pulled out a knife and nearly blinded him

Luckily it was dark and Lucas put up one heck of a fight. He wasn’t on three sports teams for nothing.

He’d put up such a defensive display that Seungmin had just missed his left eye...sadly, though, he got the right one

Lucas lost half his eyesight because of you

You don’t know what to say...what to think, even

If only you hadn’t gone over there. If only you’d just stayed home...or...or maybe...

You swallow as tears begin to fall. What the heck were you supposed to do? You’d had no idea this would happen. You didn’t know things had gotten this bad...

...but you also kind of did

The poem? It was a warning

A threat

You’d been given a heads up long before, and you’d chosen to play dumb and ignore it

And now Lucas would have to be called Patchy for the rest of his life

The only Halloween options he’d ever have are Pirate or...parrot with an eyepatch

And it was all your fault

Thank God Seungmin had been arrested…

...Wait

Seungmin--

Omgosh

He’d been arrested. Kim Seungmin had been arrested.

Why was this just now hitting you so ha--

“Oh my gosh, my baby! (Y/n)!!”

Oop. Mama (Y/n) in the house.

Your mother comes charging in like a swarm of bees, enveloping you in her arms but also giving you a bit of a sting for lying to her like you did. Lucas’ parents had caught them up to speed already, your father glaring angrily but thankfully from the doorway.

After hugging them both and explaining everything from your point of view, they agree to give you a few more minutes alone with Lucas before you’re grounded young lady no TV no video games no books well okay reading is important for your future but nothing enjoyable and no dessert. They also plan to have a serious discussion with you about Kim Seungmin as well. Great.

Not wanting to let you go your father drags your mom out, her protestant whimpering echoing down the hall and they retreat to discuss things further with Lucas’ parents.

Oi vey

What has all of this come to? What are you even doing? How did things get this bad…?

You turn your head slowly from across the room, examining the boy’s eye (or in some ways lack thereof) as you make your way back, settling carefully into the chair beside him.

𝑊𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑑

𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠

𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑...

...You now hate poetry

You’ll never read another sonnet ever again

“Hmn…”

Lucas is waking up

It’s now five o’clock in the morning

You’re both dead tired, but you can only imagine how he must be feeling, being the one in the hospital bed…

……

...This is seriously all your fault

You hate yourself for it

You just

You just…

Ping!

There’s a text on your phone. You choose to ignore it, of course. Lucas is way more important right now than some Instagram or trivial weather update

Tenderly you reach, taking Lucas’ hand...or start to. You hover over it, wondering if you even deserve to be...if you even…

A warmth envelopes your fingers as Lucas takes them weakly into his own, the faintest smile present on his face. He carefully reaches up to pat the white surgical tape and bandages over the upper right half of his face.

“...It’s never going to get any better, is it?” he asks.

You practically jump at the question: “No, it will. It definitely will.”

...Lying to him in order to not cause him any more panic is the best you can do for him now. Pathetic, but it’s better to remain hopeful, at least until he can handle it later.

His smile turns sad as he gazes at you with his one good eye.

“I meant for you.”

……

“......”

You slowly shake your head no

He sighs, turning towards the fluorescent lights on the ceiling that have been dimmed to allow the patient on the other side to sleep. “I’m so sorry, (y/n). This is my fault. I should have just brought you to the police station, and they would have handled it professionally right then and there. I didn’t think...things had gotten this bad.” He squeezed with what little strength he had. “But I’m really glad you’re okay. Did he hurt you at all?”

……………

This man

Was lying in a hospital bed

Drugged

Bruised to a bloody pulp

He’d permanently lost sight in one eye

And he was worried

About you

So author, what was that about no love triangle going on here??

Smh

The only thing you can do is look downward, at the nightstand, the bedding, the far wall...anywhere that isn’t Lucas’ face right now

You don’t have it in you to accept his incredible kindness and heroic humility. You don’t even bother answering his question, except to mutter out, “thank you.”

~~~

So what’s going on with Seungmin now?

Well, glad you asked

Cause you were just about to find out from a friendly sit down with three guest stars on the (Y/n)’s Chaotic Life show: Mom, Dad, and Officer Jenny

...No, not from the Pokemon TV series. Though you had to admit, the resemble was almost uncanny...not that this was anytime for jokes

“So,” Officer Jenny asks, pen and notepad in hand, “I’m sure you must be feeling many things right now, but let’s start from the beginning, if that’s alright. When did this all start?”

Your mom and dad just shared a look before turning to you, your mother gingerly patting and rubbing your knee. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Take your time.”

You take a deep breath and tell her everything you know. From the moment you first met Kim Seungmin, to the moment you first noticed him changing, to the events of some twenty-four hours ago. Your mother and father gave their piece as well, though really they claimed to be completely in the dark to any of Minnie’s chaotic and violent behavior, insisting he was always a sweet and well-behaved boy for as long as they’d know him. It was quite a shock finding out what he’d done.

Minnie…

…

Did you even still call him that? Would you? Could you?

He was practically a murderer. A complete psychopath. And you still had no idea why…

“So what do you think brought out this behavioral change?”

Your head snapped up from where it’d dropped downward, spacing out after having contributed your part of the story

Mom and Dad were glaring at you. Officer Jenny was waiting patiently.

But you had no idea what to say

Because you didn’t know

You didn’t

You didn’t…

...Did you?

Idiot.

바보

Does this sound familiar?

“...I can’t do this anymore, (y/n)...not if you’re not going to listen to me or do as I say. It’s driving me crazy. Don’t you get it? Don’t you f***ing see how I feel about you? Have you really been so dense this whole f***ing time?!?”

“(Y/n). I need to know...tell me, do you…”

“...Do you feel the same way?”

...The part that scared you

The part that really scared you

Was that

You didn’t know…

~~~

That night

After the talk show was wrapped up and everything was out in the open

Officer Jenny reassured your family that you were safe staying at home

Seungmin had been captured and a few officers had done a thorough investigation on your house to make sure there were no cameras or bombs or anything fishy like that

So it was essentially safe and there was no need to go the extra mile of changing identities and moving across the country

Except well

If you’re new to this story

You’re in for a bit of a shock because

Of course the author likes to shake things up :D <3

It wouldn’t be a story without something going wrong

And (Y/n) was just about to find out what that something was

It didn’t happen suddenly that night

Some time had gone by, about a week, maybe a week and a half

You were still pretty shaken up over the whole thing, and stuck in a mental state of Twilight Zone

You knew it was real but your brain almost refused to accept and process it

It was like a never-ending nightmare, too farfetched to be true

Because Lucas had to remain in the hospital for further examination and therapy, you brought all his school work to him

You’d taken a few days off yourself and then insisted you were fine to go back

You needed something to distract you from the reality

But, in reality, it only made it worse in some ways, students swarming you with questions and facility repeatedly asking if you were alright or needed a break

The only place you were allowed to go was the Student Council room, and Lord knows you did NOT want to be alone in that place again

Even though the school had already granted Lucas an extended leave of absence, he insisted you bring him a copy of your homework so he could “keep up with his studies”

But

In reality, he just wanted an excuse to see you. And you liked seeing him as well. It was nice to be in his company and check up on him, and he felt the same

When you weren’t at the hospital visiting and quote-quote “studying” with Lucas, you were either going through the motions on autopilot at school or sitting in your room, doing anything and everything to erase what had happened

That was, of course, easier said than done though

Often you found it hard being at home. It didn’t feel safe anymore knowing Seungmin had been here, so many times before, in the very room you sat in. Laughing with you, smiling, comforting or taking care of you…

He was everywhere. His laughter practically filled the walls and echoed down the corridors, his smile reflected in every glass sheen of sunlight

And when the lights flipped off, so did his expression. It was like you were reliving that horrific night all over again

You had to break out of there, your house and your mind

So you went to the park with a couple of new friends you’d made, Felix and Changbin. They were just as surprised as anyone else to learn what had become of Seungmin, and they’d actually been the first ones to shelter you and protect your privacy on your first day back, when your classmates started popping out of the woodwork to drown you in questions and condolences

As you may or may not have guessed, you’d gotten a new phone, during the Officer Jenny visit, along with a new number

After sh*t had really hit the fan, though, you’d become much less social, only registering your parents, Officer Jenny’s number by request, Lucas, and the day after, Felix and Binnie. Despite your previous crush on Jaemin, that had all but flown out the window and exploded upon colliding with a powerline, and you’re pretty sure after he heard what happened, he probably felt the same

And anyway, again, you’d become much less social since the whole incident. You really didn’t feel like talking to anyone unless it was your parents or these three boys. Maybe Jenny if there was some kind of emergency, which you sincerely hoped there wouldn’t be

...I’m pretty sure that covers everything

Yeah

You were now at the park with Felix and Changbin

Just strolling aimlessly, you in the middle with Felix to your left and Binnie on the right

Your two bodyguards

Felix, you’d come to find out, was a professional at taekwondo, which was nice

And though Changbin was rather on the short side, just his looks and voice alone was intimidating enough

So you felt relatively safe in their company, taking a quiet stroll at sundown

The park was mostly vacant save for a few late-evening joggers or cyclist passing by

Birds and squirrels and other wildlife were just getting settled in their nests for the night, the owls and probably a raccoon or two taking their place

The three of you walked at a steady pace, hands behind your back or shoved in your pockets as you stared straight ahead, at the sidewalk, or the surrounding forest life

...It was peaceful but a little awkward

Probably because you all had the same thing on your minds

Something you all knew you needed to talk about, but had been avoiding to spare an awkward conversation

Instead now there was nothing but Awkward Silence™

“So,” Felix spoke up after your second and a half time around, smiling awkwardly. “How are you feeling today?”

Both boys looked at you. You gave them each a short stare in return before shrugging just as uncomfortably. You knew you needed to talk about Seungmin, but you’d left your house to escape him, not engage him elsewhere.

After a few more paces you noticed the two had fallen a bit behind, muttering to each other in hushed tones:

“She probably doesn’t wanna talk about this right now. Why did you bring it up?”

“Yeah...I dunno, I didn’t know how else to break it in. Sorry...”

“Apologize to her, not me! We’re trying to ease it in, not break her.”

“That’s what I said, bro.”

“...No, you said-- never mind, just go do something.”

“Like what?”

“Like apologize! Am I the only one that knows how girls operate?”

“...Says the man that’s been single the entire senior ye--”

“Shut up and go talk to her!!”

At that point you heard a shove behind you, and Felix came stumbling back up to your left, Binnie steadily catching back up on the right. He gave you a calm and peaceful smile while occasionally casting eyes at Felix expectantly.

Felix took a deep breath while he scratched the side of his head, looking up at the sky for a second before tossing his whole gaze down on you. It almost caught you off guard how intense and smoldering it all was

“(Y/n)...listen, Changbin and I were thinking-- …”

He opened his mouth, but no words came. Instead he pointed toward the restaurant district of town.

“...You wanna grab dinner after this?”

You blinked. Changbin facepalmed, a small groan escaping him.

But then all your stomachs growled, answering the question for you. You couldn’t help but smile, even just a little, as the other two laughed and the three of you headed off toward the nearby city lights.

Your phone gave a small ping! as a notification came up, but you failed to notice it thanks to the nearby rustling of what you assumed was active forest life, a stray cat or maybe a mouse

You had no idea how wrong you were.

~~~

I know, things are starting to get a little slow

Just bear with me, okay?

Cause we’re about to pick up big time

Spoiler alert?

Oops

Anyway

You were now sitting at a small, quiet, but decently populated restaurant

There were a fair number of customers but it wasn’t overcrowded at all, more of a cozy cafe styled place

It was the compromise Changbin insisted you all agree on, he being the most vocally worried about your mental state. He didn’t want you to be overwhelmed by all the noise and chaos of some famous barbecue joint or a popular family restaurant, so after you insisted you could handle it and would be fine (he had been pitching the idea of just grabbing some food to-go and heading back to his place), the boys let you pick a cafe you often passed by on the way to school but never got a chance to try

...until now

Ironically and thankfully they were a particularly special cafe that served dinner because the author said so yeehaw B))

So yes, you’re all sitting at a small booth off to the side, Changbin on one end, you and Felix curled up on the other. You order your food and as you’re waiting, Changbin and Felix are locked in some dumb debate about a few of their other friends while flicking straw wrappers back and forth. They tried to get you in on it at first but, seeing that you’re still in a weird place, decided to leave the invitation open if you wanted to join.

Everything is just so weird right now. You’re still in the Twilight Zone. It just doesn’t seem real at all…

The whole spectacle refuses to leave your mind. You’re coming to accept you can’t get away from it no matter what you try.

Kim Seungmin, from the moment you met him, has always been a part of you. And he always would be. It was just going to be weird from now on because...because…

Ping!

Your phone again?

Honestly it had kind of been doing that a lot before but you’ve been ignoring it because, again, you’re not much for talking to people right now. Or getting involved with any social media events or news flashes or...or uh…

……………………..

Huh??

There’s...a message. From Lucas?

Bro when did he get his phone back tho

You’d been communicating through his mum and the hospital when you weren’t there cause patients can’t have phones so like

Nani the heck??

Wait

Maybe this was good

Maybe he was being discharged early

The treatment had gone well and--

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝖧𝖾𝗒! 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋.

Oh? A favor you say?

You were so there. You kinda owed Lucas your life after what happened.

𝖸𝗈𝗎: 𝖮𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾! 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎?

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 :) 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐?

𝖸𝗈𝗎: 𝖨’𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌.

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌?

𝖸𝗈𝗎: 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝖼:

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌

> - > Bro why he wanna know tho--

Okay whatever

𝖸𝗈𝗎: 𝖥𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖻𝗂𝗇?

𝖸𝗈𝗎: 𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗅

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒

………..

*gulp*

It’s not?

Why

Why isn’t this okay

𝖸𝗈𝗎: 𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍? :𝟢

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐?

𝖸𝗈𝗎: 𝖴𝗁, 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌? 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌? 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾

Lucas is typing a reply as your food is being set down, the boys cheering and mouths watering while all you can do is nervously glare at your new phone.

Seriously, what was wrong with Lucas? He wasn’t in danger, was he?

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝖨’𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾. :(

…

Y’know, this don’t really sound like Lucas

All of this is hella sus sis

But you’re so worried about him anyway, and so distracted by the excuses running through your mind that he could be on medication or what if it really is an emergency that you instead grab your coat and are just about to tell Felix to yeet when something else catches your eye

Ooooooooh boy

Ooooooooh bro

Ooooooooh buddy

It’s uh

Well

All those previous notifications

They’re all news articles and the like, as you already had guessed they’d be

Most of them aren’t very important: Attorney so-and-so does this, City of Hoopla does that, Guy Catches Phone on Roller Coaster, band drops new album and it’s a huge hit, yada-yada-yada

But there’s this one

This one in particular

That nearly makes you break down and cry

I mean

You’re close to screaming sis

It’s pretty bad

You probably know what it is already

Yep: you guessed it

KXX News: Local Malefactor Escapes [Your Town] Jail; Police Baffled

...Okay

Y/n

Y/n--

Don’t freak out y/n

Deep breath sis

Deeeeeeeep breath

Breath nice and deep now…

Oop too late you’re already panicking

Hell I would too sis :( This is some bad juju

But

It’s going to be okay

...Maybe

I mean

You are kinda having a panic attack right now?

But don’t panic bc it’s going to be…

...you just passed out so I’ll be switching povs now

I’ll sort of summarize too since this is about you and - h i m - anyway

Basically you totally black out, the restaurant/cafe panics a bit (the few people who happen to notice) but Felix manages to catch you (thank goodness you were still seated at the booth so you just toppled over on his shoulder more or less)

In five seconds Binnie and Felix come up with a game plan where Felix carries you outside, trying to look as natural as possible, Binnie taking care of the check.

They argue and walk laps around the cafe about whether or not to take you home or the hospital

Home

Hospital

Home?

Hospital!

But when you start to come to, they agree it’s best to get you home to your mother

You fall in and out of consciousness all the way there, the only thing flooding your mind being the faintest scent of lavender and Spring: and Kim Seungmin.

~~~

You were honestly a little surprised when you finally woke up

You were sure seeing those words in that news headline, all in one coherent sentence, was going to be the death of you

I mean, he did want you dead, didn’t he?

He…

…

Sigh

You don’t know

You have no idea what’s really happening

A reoccuring theme in this story

You dunno

You just

Don’t

Know

:)))

But it’s going to be okay because--

Ping!

SCREECH \(ϾAϿ)/ 💦

Bro

Bro man

Your phone almost gave you a heart attack

A real one this time

Oof

Oi vey to hell and back

All of this is really getting to be too much man

You dunno if-- ...well

We done went over this already

You don’t know anything anymore 🙄😔

I mean

What even is life anyway??

You roll over on your bed to snatch the phone on your nightstand, an eerie feeling in your gut

Whether that’s from the fact you’re still recovering or you’re terrified it has something to do with everyone’s favorite Dandy Boy is a toss up

It could also have been the few nibbles of food you’d managed to have before zonking out…

...actually no scratch that, you were still pretty hungry. Which was a good sign, honestly

It meant you were already recovering well and most likely not gonna die

(ღ˘⌣˘)

That was always nice, y’know, not dying <3

So anyway

You glare at the lock screen in the dark, the brightness blinding you for a moment as you’re squinting and fumbling to turn it down

And when you do

You see there’s another message

A message from Lucas

Oop. You forgot about him in your whole fainting episode

Hope he’s okay--

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝖸/𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗈 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗁𝖺𝗁𝖺

e-e

𝖸𝗈𝗎: 𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖨’𝗆 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒

𝖸𝗈𝗎: 𝖣𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎?

It takes a minute for him to respond.

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝖭𝗈, 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍.

And then…

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

…

Uhhh

He’ll what now?

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀.

UHHH

wat

Sis honestly

what?

Lucas you ho what are you doin you’re sick

Sorta

You on them drugs boy

You needa be staying yer ass in bed so you can--

Ping!

Again?

Oh now what does this crazy bish want??

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝖲𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒! 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎

Sure? What is it??

𝖸𝗈𝗎: 𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒??

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: :)) 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗒/𝗇

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝖦𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋.

………………………………………………………….

Bro man

……

Okay you know what

This is a little too weird

𝖸𝗈𝗎: 𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝗈𝗇𝗈”

𝖫𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌: 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾? 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗅

oooOOOOOH

Oooooh man what a relief

If you’ll recall

Cause ik it’s been a hot minute

In the last episode (Light Switch 1) it was Valentine’s Day

He just wants something sweet =7=” Bro you know that jello sh*t they serve in them hospitals must be nasty af

He just wants some good stuff is all

Who doesn’t want chocolate when they’re sick? Or sad?

But author eating chocolate when you’re sick isn’t good for you do you want to die

Hey bro bold of you to assume--

...anyway

𝖸𝗈𝗎: 𝖮𝗁, 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾! 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗈--

…

Hold on

Wait just another hot minute

…

Sis how he know you keep chocolate in your closet??

He wasn’t here when you shoved everything in there

Heck he ain’t ever been in your house once

…

Enough ellipses you’re just gonna go for it

Screw it

It’s just Lucas

He probs just assumed it was a cliche or normal thing to do

You really needed to stop overthinking things and just

Do It ✔™

So you do it

You walk to your closet and open the door

…

Well you start to anyway

On the way over something catches your eye now that your sight’s adjusted

You make your way to your desk, where a stack of letters and junk flyers are just sitting there taking up space and making the room look trashy

You’re easily distracted at times, and a bit nosy, so you pick up the first flyer on the stack to figure out what it is

Such-and-So’s Pool Service!1!1 We clean--

Yeah okay you don’t care

About that anyway

What you do care about, or what piques your interest rather, is the date

It’s labeled as being delivered almost two weeks ago

…

All of the letters and junk mail are labeled as being delivered two weeks ago

…

You’re about to set them all back down when you see something flapping beneath the gentle circulation of the ceiling fan

A Post-It note?

A Post-It note

It says…

It doesn’t matter what it says

Because you’d recognize that handwriting anywhere, after all the notes he’d written you

It’s from Minnie

𝐼 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑑 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑖𝑟𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒? ;) 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑦! -- 𝐾𝑆 <𝟥

𝑃.𝑠. - 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟.

Deep breaths deep breaths deep breaths

He was here

He’d been here

He’d come here the night before--

He’d known

You were such a dumdum

Of course you should have known one of your parents would call. Probably your mom-

UGH

WHAT IS THIS LIFE OF YOURS?!

Okay

But

He was arrested so it’s fine

No wait

He got out

He…

...He got out ._.”

And you

Were

Home

Rn??

……………………

Okay time to get those chocolates and move move move

Just make a small right turn and

Ca-chunk.

……………………………………………………

The closet door just...opens

A familiar figure stepping out from the shadows

He’s wearing his favorite striped blue t-shirt and faded blue jeans

And he’s holding a rose between his teeth

He removes it with a muffled sigh, tossing it back into the closet

“I wanted to surprise you but, I should have known it’s just like you to get easily sidetracked.”

He shoves a phone into his pocket

Lucas’ phone.

He smiles.

“Did you miss me?”

He paces over to you, touching your face

Stroking it softly with ghost-like fingers

It’s...cold and somehow oddly comforting at the same time

Sending you down a trail of mixed signals and warning signs all over again

But you can’t move

He’s backing you up against the desk--

Wait yes you can move

You gotta get out of here. Don’t think. Just get out.

Scream! Yell! Do something!

You scream. He places a hand over your mouth, shoving you back down against the desk. His breath is hot against your skin from where he hovers over you just inches, centimeters away…

...Maybe you should have gone for using a brain cell or two instead

“Why are you doing this again? Why do you have to be so difficult all the time?”

You’re struggling but he must have been hitting up the gym again cause this beach is strong

He’s rambling things to you under his breath, but with the pounding in your ears it’s hard to make out everything he’s saying

Oh dear Lord in heaven you have to get out of here

Use your brain cells y/n use your brain cells

PLS

He’s forcing you both to stand upright. He pulls you so hard that the momentum causes the desk to sway, a drawer popping open

A drawer containing your knife. The same knife Seungmin had given you.

He wanted you to sever some bonds?

Okay, you could do that alright

Braincells: Activate!

You go for it

Raising a knee to his xxxx, you shove him back with all your feeble might and snatch that bad boy, whirling around to slash your way out of here if you have to

But somehow Seungmin has become a Superhuman™ and he parries your attack, twisting your arms behind your back and slamming you back down onto the desk

You almost hear him grimace as you cry out in pain, like he’s in just as much turmoil as you

And before you know it a rag is held up over your face, Seungmin gently laying his cheek against yours. Somehow in the span of time all this was going on, he’d managed to throw a mask over his face...

“I’m so sorry, y/n...I never wanted it to come to this...I was hoping to take you quietly…

...But it’s also not my fault you’re so damn difficult all the time.”

Moonlight streaming in through the curtain was blurring together, your thoughts slowly growing more and more incoherent

A scream still caught in your throat, the last thing you recall is again the scent of lavender and Spring daisies. Except it was much stronger now, because that scent was now carrying you somewhere up, up, and away…

~~~

The faint sound of laughter is what awakens you for the 47294907204 time

Seriously how many more times were you gonna clock out like jeez

Not to over exaggerate but man alive

…

……

………

You’re blinking up at the ceiling when it all comes back to you

Seungmin

Your room

Kim Seungmin

Your closet

Minnie

You being carried away somewhere…

It doesn’t take you long to throw yourself up right, but when you do you instantly regret the action, as a splitting headache takes hold of your cranial

It causes you to wince, reaching both hands up to grab your skull...which are, surprisingly...rather heavy…

…

Holy frick and frack you’ve been chained

Your wrists

There are cuffs around them

And you’re literally connected to a bedpost

…………

You swallow

This isn’t good

It’s not good at all

What the heck is going on now…?

You gotta examine your surroundings. You need to stop being in the dark all the time

Time to flip on a light switch brother

Let’s see

You’re sitting in a bed

Your bed

…

Wait

Your bed?

That can’t be right

You distinctly remember, despite the running gag of you not knowing anything, that Minnie had hoisted you off somewhere

He’d deadass climbed out the window or something

You look up and around next

…

It was unmistakable

This was your room: here was your bed, your bookshelf, your desk, TV, closet…

Even your stuffed animals and stationery was here. Exactly as you’ve always had it.

Except, normally your bed was on the right side of the room. Currently, it was on the left

So it was like

A parallel of your bedroom

A weird mirrored version, like you’d stepped through the looking glass…

...You supposed essentially, in some ways, you already had. Starting around high school.

Argh

This was really bad

You had to get out of here

Thankfully the chains were pretty long, so your movement wasn’t too restricted and you could move around for the most part as normal

If you had to guess, you could probably make it about halfway across the room before you ran out of chain

……

A thought you’d never thought you’d be having

Swiftly, you raise the sheets to check your legs

They’re free, save for a few bruises. Yours arms are in worse shape with twice as many and these damned heavy cuff links

This was honestly an outrage

And hella dehumanizing

You weren’t sure what was scarier: the fact that you were sitting in a mirror copy of your bedroom chained like an animal, or the fact that Minnie had done this

…

Seungmin

No more Minnie

He was Seungmin now

Maybe even just Kim

Because you would no longer have any ties to him after this

He was long gone now

It was over

Bam!

“Hahahahahahahaha!”

Oh gosh

IT REALLY IS OVER

HE’S HERE

WHAT WAS—

Wait was that laughter just now?

It sounded...familiar…

As in

Recorded

…

You strained your ears, holding your breath a moment

If you focused really hard

You could just barely hear it

Voices. Sound effects. More audio laughter.

Someone was watching TV

That or Seungmin had sold you to a circus act

Which might have been preferable actually because you really didn’t know if he wanted you dead or not

I mean

On one hand

Why would someone go to so much trouble to make an exact replica of your bedroom?

But on another

There were some major sickos out there…

And you really could never tell what he was thinking

…

No, no, no y/n

No tears

We’re not going to cry

Big girl pants big girl pants

We’re going to get ourselves out of here and hop on the first plane to a new country

Move to Switzerland and start a cute little sheep farm

Change your name to Olga

Marry a huge scary-looking huntsman that was actually very sweet

And spend the rest of your days baking apple pies and schnitzel and shaving wool from sheep to knit fluffy sweaters and sell them on the Swiss version of Amazon

Yeah something like that

Everything was going to be a-o—

“You’re awake.”

ACAHNDUSLILIAHDSLINUFARJDSA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

It’s Kim Seungmin

He’s standing in the doorway

You didn’t even hear the door open

He takes two steps in before pausing to admire what a mess you probably look like

Only to him, you’ve never looked more beautiful

You don’t know this of course, but in his mind: you’re stunning

I mean, absolutely breathtaking

Sitting here in the room he worked so hard putting together for you

Your hair a wind-blown bed-mangled mess the way you toss and turn in your sleep sometimes

The natural glow that radiates off your face when you’re not wearing any makeup

The shine from the rays of faint sunrise as they hit your tear-stained face

It’s a work of art

What he’s worked for since he first laid eyes on you all those years ago

He’s wanted this so badly for such a long time

And it’s finally happening

He’s finally gotten what he’s pined for all this time: you

All that time he took getting to know you, forming a bond, taking measurements and pictures and writing down numbers, formulating the perfect plan

It may not have gone exactly how he imagined it would, but it’d still produced the same results. You were now, finally, his. All that was left to do was to clean you of any ties you had to your past life, and then the war would be over. The climax had come and gone. It was all downhill from here.

He told himself over and over again, that this is what he’d wanted...but yet

A part of him felt almost guilty for some reason

Of course he was happy, but also

…

It this really what he’d wanted?

He wanted to celebrate

But

Though you looked so beautiful

He also didn’t like seeing you so sad

…

It was fine

You just had to get adjusted, that was all

It’s hard being whisked off from one place to another

In a few days you’d be all settled in and then you could both celebrate being happy and alone together

You’d realize what a wonderful thing he had done for the both of you and thank him

And he’d never have to worry about anyone touching you or so much as looking at you ever again

You’d be his special treasure

Something he’d be able to look forward to coming home to each and every day after he landed his dream job as a photographer

Of course, you’d never get to accomplish the goals you’d told him about for your life, but…

That wouldn’t matter after a little time had passed, once you realized you only needed rely on him from now on

And there would be lots of fun things to do at home, he’d make sure of it

He’d take good care of you, here at his father’s old cabin house

And no one would be any the wiser because his parents were scarcely ever home

They were never around, always traveling from one place to another. He’d learned to take care of himself when he was 13, and from then on had been fiercely and undeniably independent

He really hadn’t seen or heard from his parents since, they’d just left him with the house and sent monthly checks to take care of the bills. If he thought hard enough, the last memory he had of his mother was probably at an unexpected Christmas visit when he was 15

And after that, nada

So as one could guess, his life had been very lonely…

Of course, he’d normally preferred being alone and if he was bored, he had Felix and Changbin to check up on him

But that all changed the moment he laid eyes on you

Oh sure, he’d seen you before that fateful rainy afternoon. When he actually bothered showing up to class. But…

Catching you alone that day was like a sign to him

He’d been wandering the back alleys as he normally did

On his way home, he realized he’d forgotten one of his cameras at school

So he had to make a detour to get it

He really wanted to take some shots of the coming storm for a new collection he’d been working on

On the way over, it wouldn’t leave his mind that something was missing…

He needed a host, a muse, a character

Some sort of other life force to give breath to the photographs

They were fine as they were

But just fine wasn’t fine for him

He could do better

Surely there was something—

...Drat. They’d already locked the doors.

He’d have to hoist himself in through a window now—

...And there you were.

He couldn’t explain it

He’d seen you before, sure, rarely, on occasion. But you’d just been a passing figure in the sea of endless faces

Now you were more than that. You were the figure, the face, the missing piece he’d been searching for

But he knew how fickle the human race was. So he’d have to play coy and civil before going in for the kill

If he turned out not to like you, he could always toss you back out into the sea

But the moment he swooped down to catch you from that (minorly hysterical) fall, he’d felt it. The missing spark he’d been waiting for all along.

He couldn’t take his eyes away. You were simply too real, too alive, too beautiful and unwavering

Yet shy and clean and simple all the same

It was a perfect paradox

An acute conundrum

And he was loving every second of it

He knew, in that moment, that he had to

As cringey as it sounds

That he had to make you his

And now you were...almost

It was just a bit further before he reached the light at the end of the tunnel

He’d never be lonely or lost for inspiration again

Because he’d have you

And that was all he needed...

𝑇𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑...𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 ♥

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lovexdejun · 7 years ago

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🖤NCT Boyfriend Series🖤

- [😇] Jungwoo

>>pretty smutty but not actually smut?? >>this is so loOoOoOoOoOng i got way too carried away lol

•the 1st time i saw jungwoo i cried •he’s your next door neighbor all throughout high school •friends enough, but not really super close to him—like if you saw him out on the street, you’d say hi but wouldn’t start a conversation •you guys lose touch after high school bc you both moved out pretty quickly •it’s almost fate that you end up meeting again at the same college with the same major: theater •when he walks in to each of his morning classes and sees you hiding way back in the back, he almost laughs at the coincidence •practically fights to get to the seat next to yours in each class •which means three hours of jungwoo distracting you by means of flirting •you understand why he’s so attached to you tho; you two are at a new school in a whole different area, you feel secure actually knowing someone •you guys start talking+hanging out more outside of class •he shamelessly flirts with you constantly and you wonder why he’d never had a gf or bf in high school •*whispers* it was because he was too in love with you to see all the people who were actually into him •he’ll realize those feelings again and start trying to spend every waking moment with you •picking you up from your dorm before class •waiting for you after class to walk you home •randomly calling you or texting you when you’re out with friends •surprising you at your dorm in the middle of the night w takeout bc he knows you’ve been studying all day •it’s almost yandere, except he would never harm you or anyone around you, he would just cop a nasty attitude •as annoying as it can be, you’d miss his clinginess if you hadn’t seen him in a couple days •the two of you spend so much time together, and he looks at you with such admiration that people think you’re dating •there’s even this one time, you’re sitting on the bench at a doggy park when a few grandmothers walk by and literally ask you when the wedding is •and jungwoO JUST— “oh, soon.” •then he starts petting the puppy you had just been playing with like nothing happened •like jungwoo won’t deny it if his life depended on it, but he’d never deliberately confirm it either bc he’s not that crazy lol •except when it came to boys •they’d never approach you first because jungwoo is always stuck to your hip •not to mention the indifferent yet intimidating stare he’d give them when they were brave enough to hit on you •until this guy who was competent enough to realize jungwoo is harmless made it his mission to take you home w him •it took you half an hour of talking and eventually telling the guy you weren’t interested (you couldn’t figure out why for the life of you bc he was the whole package) to realize jungwoo had left your side •you search for him for a while only to find out he’d left the party entirely •when you don’t hear from him for almost a week, even after calling and texting him nonstop, you start to get worried—no, pissed •that’s how you realize your feelings for jungwoo •so you find yourself stomping across campus on the verge of angry tears and ready to give him a piece of your mind •banging on the door for five minutes does you no good, so you find the spare key above the door frame and break in because you know he’s always home on saturday nights if he’s not with you •as soon as you slam the door shut, you come face to face with jungwoo, who’s only in a towel, hair still dripping from a shower •instead of apologizing and getting flustered •you kinda just push his chest multiple times until he hits wall with a thud •you literally put the fear of god into that poor child with the way you’re yelling at him •one particularly hard poke at his bare chest makes him jump and suddenly he’s scrambling to push you off him •’yahyahyahyahyah’ is all that’s coming out of his mouth as you watch jungwoo trying to censor himself and pick up the towel he’d dropped at the same time •you can’t stop laughing while he scolds you •”my intention was to scare you jungwoo not give you a boner lol” •the two of you end up talking it out once jungwoo is dressed •you confess to him and he tells you he’s ‘loved you since hs freshman year you idiot’ •after that there’s no escaping him •i mean, your his gf so he doesn’t understand why you should ever be apart unless you absolutely have to be •you’ve grown so accustomed to him being obsessed with you that you don’t even notice his clinginess anymore •he wants everyone to know you’re dating •always making your heart melt with how cute he can act •plus he’s so pretty that it hurts •you’ll never understand how he can have a poker face literally 24/7 no matter the circumstance •likes cuddling you •likes you cuddling him/wrapping your arms around him more tho •disney movie binges •board games •failed cooking attempts that just end in you ordering takeout •it makes his feel some type of way when you whisper in his ears, even when you’re trying to be innocent •couch sex •bath sex •his favorite thing to do it watch you masturbate •but he could also finger you for hours without getting the least bit bored •he loVES body praise from you •or any kind of praise for that matter •bc he’s super conceited until he has his clothes off so this would just make him feel better •extremely into being overstimulated •cockwarming is a given •he likes as much skin/skin contact as possible •likes kissing the top of your head or the tip of your nose •melts when you kiss his cheeks •aLWAYS holding your hand or waist •loves you more than life itself and would actually do anything for you •literally anything •he’d go to parties with you even though he’s not a fan •you’d carry each other home and he’d hold your hair back while you threw up •even though he acts so cocky, he’s actually pretty unsure of himself and feels like he lacks quite a bit •you guys would be each other’s saving grace and personal cheerleaders •life would feel so much easier with him in it •and summertime would be super convenient since your parents live right next to each other •this is a relationship that no one outside of university saw coming but everyone needed •it would be a loyal and supportive relationship filled with endless embarrassing moments and unforgettable memories •i’d place jungwoo with the cute, soft, and opposites attract relationship lines

>>jungwoo was a pain to find bf pics for but writing for him was pretty easy.

A/N: i could really only depict jungwoo with scenarios instead of generalizations because he’s quite unique so i apologize that this was sooo long lol

nct | requests are always open!!

#nct boyfriend series #idol boyfriend series #nct boyfriend #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct dream #nct u #nct 127 #nct #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #nct smut #nct jungwoo #jungwoo

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peterpparkrr · 7 years ago

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Elias Bakkoush x Reader: The Start of Something

Summary: Elias and the reader get to know each other (despite the fact that no one really wants or expects them to get together)

A/N: Apologies for any spelling and grammar errors

When you had tagged along with Sana and your friends to deliver the keys to Sana’s brother none of you had expected Sana’s brother and his friends to be as attractive as they were. You were all in a bit of a daze when you walked in and were greeted by the sight of five very attractive and incredibly sweaty guys working out.

As Sana called her brother over you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, you watched him saunter over to your little group and your eyes very immodestly trailed down his bare chest before making their way back up to his face.

Once Sana had thrown him the keys he finally looked over you group and you couldn’t help but watch him, and when his eyes settled on you you couldn’t help but blush, but you also couldn’t look away.

With one glance at you Sana shook her head, “No, no, no,” She muttered before turning to go, “Come on,” She added as she grabbed your arm and tugged you away, the other girls following close behind, none of you thrilled by the prospect of leaving.

Once you were out of the gym you turned to Sana, “You never told us that your brother was so hot.” And you were mostly teasing her, but there was a part of you that was dead serious.

That night, after you guys had spent some time at Eva’s watching PR and giggling incessantly about what you’d seen at the gym, you went home and you searched for Elias on instagram and followed him.

While you waited to see if he’d follow you back, you saw that he had a link to a youtube channel in his bio, you were surprised to see that he and his friends had a little channel with a video posted. Once you’d watched it you came back to facebook to see that Elias had followed you back.

Before you lost the courage, you opened up your dms and sent him a message

“Watched the youtube video, you guys definitely have some talent lol”

After a few moments he sent back a reply

“Oh god, I can’t believe that you watched that, hopefully you still like me after seeing that”

“I definitely still do” You reply, unable to stop yourself from grinning.

After a few days of messaging each other he asked if you and the rest of the girls wanted to go to a party with him and the guys and you immediately texted the girls

You: So I’m talking to Elias

Sana: Why

Eva: New Chat? Where’s Noora

You: They want to take us to a party and I thought that this was a good opportunity to introduce Noora to one of them

Chris: Now we’re talking

Sana: Hello? no.

Eva: But I want to party with them :(

Sana: I’m not going to a party with my brother so that he can hook up with (Y/N)

You: It’s for Noora!

Vilde: And a little bit for you too. You need a boyfriend.

The next day, when you realized that it was going to take a lot more to make Sana budge on the party you texted Elias.

You: Sana doesn’t want to party with you so it looks like we're not gonna make it, sorry :(

Elias: Seriously? I was really looking forward to seeing you

You: Me too, but you know how Sana is

Elias: Maybe I can convince her

You: How? We’ve already begged

Elias: Begged? :)

You: No comment

Elias: But don’t worry, I’ve got something over her so I’ll use that

Sana: Let’s go to the party

You: I don't know what you did, but I’m impressed

Elias: You’re welcome

You: See you tonight ;)

And that’s how you found yourself at the train station wit hth girls, hoping the guys would show up. Everything was a bit awkward. It was cold, Sana clearly thought the whole situation was stupid, Noora was just confused, and Vilde mentioned William for some reason.

“Hello boys,” Chris muttered as she jerked her head, causing you all to turn around and see them walking towards you guys. You couldn’t help but grin when you saw that Elias was carrying a massive bunch of balloons. When he walked up he handed them to you and you couldn’t help but blush, it was cheesy, but you loved it.

On the train you all took turns inhaling helium and saying dumb shit to make the others laugh. As you flirt with each other and laughed with your friends you couldn’t help but wish that you were alone with Elias.

When you got to the party you end up sitting with Elias, Chris, Mikael, Mutta, and Vilde. After a while you get bored of just hanging out.

“You want to get out of here?” You ask Elias as you lean into him.

“Hell yeah,” He replies with a smile.

As you say your goodbyes to your friends you slip your hand into Elias’ and lead him out of the apartment and down to now quiet streets of Oslo. As you walk down the street you find a park with some benches and lead Elias to one and sit him down.

“So, what are we?” You ask him as you slip your hands into the pockets of your jacket, “I mean, we’ve been flirting, but is that it? Because I really like you Elias, like really like you.”

“I really like you too,” He replies with a grin, “And I’d like to take you out, y’know, on a proper date.”

“I’d love that,” You reply with a grin as you squeeze his hand slightly.

Before you do anything else he closes the gap between the two you and gently presses his lips against yours for a moment.

“This is definitely the start of something good.” He tells you softly.

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cloveroctobers · 4 years ago

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(A/n: this might be a little biased since I’m in love with this man & I’m basing the relationship parts of this on my mc/myself so hope y’all don’t mind 😬)

IG info/bio: @/lucas.koh | 93.1k followers | for business inquires please visit: kohptr.com

LUCAS KOH —

27 (28) years old

From Oxford, England

Father is Korean & a car salesman at a Nissan dealership, he’s a strict/serious man who has high morals but beyond that he can actually be a softie in rare moments (+ that’s who Lucas gets his height from 🤤)

Mother is actually Chinese but lived in Korea studying abroad and eventually became a successful chiropractor (s/o to doctor mondragon on YouTube who I watch to help me sleep some nights and wish I could see! Lol) with her own practice. She’s a firecracker, intelligent, and quick to say what’s on her mind and doesn’t care if you like what she’s got to say. Most patients like that about her, she’s honest and her family is used to her ways but in the same way it’s more loving than offensive? (Smol woman but will remind you when she’s cracking your body she’s got enough power in her)

Either he’s a only child or he comes from a family of all boys with two younger brothers (they’re all in their 20’s) or he has one younger brother and one younger sister idk you decide

I’m feeling like he’s a Sagittarius? Carefree in the terms of he wasn’t viewing finally getting with MC when she’s dating someone else as cheating. Mans was READY to risk it all for me okay and I was down for it but ofc I had to react realistically and NOT “cheat.” *sigh* one part of me was debating ‘are we really dating tho bobby? We’re on reality tv. We’re not gonna die without each other if we hang out in seperate rooms’ *cough* Nope. but I’m a woman about her loyalty

He’s definitely adventurous. I don’t see him as the type to want to stay home all the time even tho his work definitely keeps him busy/exhausted. He’s down for road trips 💯

Occupation? Physicotherapist. His mother inspired him to get into the field and watching sports + the way players got their injuries always intrigued him? So to provide the best plan to have someone heal was something he loved to do plus being hands on while teaching/helping was a passion for him + I feel like he would also use a massaging technique instead of the usual exercise part of it

Now as someone who suffered a ACL & Mensicus tear & is STILL dealing with this BS pain years later, I would be so thankful to have him around! I feel like he’d have a optimistic attitude towards his patients and that’s what people need not someone that’s insensitive (like my surgeon/PT’s I had)

He models from time to time, when he was first approached about it he was upfront about not wanting to do it. It was much different than getting your picture taken for the office. That’s usually quick, the whole modeling process felt longer but somehow he was talked into it by his brother who’s a photographer and his mother. “Do you think you’re ugly? ‘Cause I’m not and you’re a part of me, so therefore there’s no such thing. Just look at your cheekbones, your jawline! I gave you those. The only good thing your father gave you was height.” Which filled the house with snickers while Lucas’ father just rolled his eyes and continued reading his newspaper for breakfast

Has a motorcycle and some luxurious car—not a Tesla those are basic now 🤷🏽‍♀️

Loves his motorcycle so much he’s got a tat of it on his right bicep

He has two available parking spaces in his parking garage at his penthouse but keeps his bike away in a storage unit due to a neighbor scratching it after his girlfriend broke up with him? Saying she was off to date Lucas? But that wasn’t true at all. He barely knew the girl, they didn’t live on the same floor. People were crazy but if you push him his temper might come out

Owns a leather jacket that he paid a lot for

Believes in “treat yo self” if it means in quality when shopping and has no issue being a big spender but he knows how to manage it well (his father told him all about how his own father dealt with bankruptcy)

Since he’s often at the office the whole day, he’s usually a night owl. He loves night drives and night dining. That’s usually when he finds the best places to eat

There’s this one pho spot that he loves and it’s his go to spot when he wants something quick on the way home

Cannot sleep with his entire body covered in covers, either his arms/shoulders have to be out or his legs, which would be a issue for me/mc since I sleep with the covers over my entire body...yes even in hot weather with the AC cranked up😂

He also makes great kimchi fried rice & loves Italian food

Will wine and dine. I believe it. I envision it! He loves going out on dates with his significant other (If he’s single and not with me, I think he’d try out speed dating)

Will dress to impress, will buy you a new fit he wants to see you/us/mc in especially if it’s your anniversary

Loves taking bubble bath’s with infused oils or flower petals with significant other

He’s the type that takes long showers & it brings him a true sense of freedom. He’s never able to take a quick shower, he gets lost in his ideas of what to do next in this world & it’s limitless

If he’s in for the day, which usually doesn’t last long—he’s either in sweats or in a robe all day

Only drives his bike on the weekend or if he’s going out of town but if he’s going on a trip for a couple of days with MC & if she’s got a bit of anxiety like me? He’ll stick to his car to make them comfortable

I feel like he enjoys the winter season. Maybe if it’s a slushy rainy winter more than a blizzards/snowy season. He loves bundling up, much to people’s surprise. He’s more than just his good looks and body love island fans!!!

Doesn’t post much on his socials. If you need to see what he’s about then you should do so in person or already know who he is. The internet can’t tell you much, in his opinion

Keeps himself in good health, I mean duh what kind of PT would he be 😉 goes on night jogs with reflector clothes on & occasionally morning jogs & at home workouts

Probably will date someone younger than him. Not by much, I don’t think he can take immaturity well. (That maybe how he views it) The most is 4 years younger than him

Henrik is his best bud from the show. They hang out all the time, crash at each other’s places, and vacation together all the time. They will be each other’s future best men forsure

Doesn’t go out of his way to talk to the rest of the guys from the show but if he happens to browse his feed and sees something he wants to comment on then he’ll carry a conversation of course

Far as the girls? He talks to Hannah & Priya from time to time. He also follows Hope and they like each other’s posts but not much communication is there either?

Either has a mint or black phone case, probably a Samsung galaxy user

Likes pistachio frozen yogurt but he’s lactose & doesn’t want to believe it :(

Smokes cigars when he’s out with his boys

Has a tight knit group of friends, majority of them are from the medical field since they all went to uni together + most of them are also married so the pressure is so on

*He’s the oldest out of his sibs so according to his parents he’s expected to be married first yet his baby sis is engaged and she’s 23*

wants a family...eventually. Probably will happen in his early thirties? The max for children is 2 for him. He knows they can be a HANDFUL due to his own friends who have kids + he’s a godfather and he’s babysat before so he knows how it goes!

enjoys his freedom as stated which further proves he’s a sag lol

Enjoys going to saunas to cleanse his pores/ get rid of toxins. It’s the easiest way for him to do so even tho his brother clowns him for it

His love language is deff physical touch. He loves hugs and resting his chin on top of your head, forehead to forehead, his nose pressed in between the space of your neck and shoulder, gentle squeezes, sitting next to each other with your legs touching, cuddling, sleeping on top of you or you on him, etc

He loves kissing. It’s automatic for him and it can also easily rile him up

Has strong opinions & will show them but will feel like he’s being attacked if it brings on a confrontation/argument

Will forgive and forget

Plays strategy board games

Makes his own natural healing creams & gives samples to his patients depending on their needs

His fav colors are: blue, white, & grey

Will grow a bit of facial hair in the cooler months if it’ll make mc happy (I’m a sucker for facial hair but hate it on myself lmao) but if he dislikes the feeling on his face he will shave and finds he likes a shaven face better, the facial hair makes him look a bit older—which is okay but that’s just his preference

When he stops putting gel in his hair/styling his hair in a quiff hairstyle it shocks fans with mc commenting on one of his pics, “you’re welcome x”

Likes going to the Hard Rock Cafe on causal weekends

also likes getting freaky in public, down for whatever 🤪

He’s a traveler so if he leaves the UK, I’m seeing him land in Toronto, Canada first and falling in love with it. I feel he would vibe well with the culture there, might even consider getting a vacation home in that location

Celeb crushes? Anne Hathaway, Beyoncé, Lupita Nyong'o, Anna Diop, Imaan Hammam, Jodie Comer, Megan Fox, Shay Mitchell, & Cassie Ventura Fine

Oh Lucas. I feel like we have similar tastes? Somewhat. He probably listens to more rock than I do? Maybe 80s rock moreso? & He listens to: WALK THE MOON, Allen Stone (his fav) , Emily king, Gavin Turek, Melanie Fiona, THEY., DPR live, & Sik-k

Anthem = Young the Giant, “Something to believe in”

#litg #litg2 #litg s2 #litg lucas #litg henrik #litg mc #litg au #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #litg hannah #litg hope #litg nope

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mountainsluna · 4 years ago

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fairies | part one

PART TWO

pairing: witch!wooyoung & witch!reader (as best friends)

genre: humor/supernatural

word count: 1.5k

✩ [author’s note] this wasn’t supposed to be a two part story but i got very carried away with it lol your feedback is greatly appreciated! i hope you all are enjoying this au :)

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✩ requests : check bio or masterlist ♡

“Ow! Are you almost done? I’ve lost count of how many twigs have stabbed me in the calf.” Wooyoung questioned for what felt like the thousandth time. “Aren’t you allergic to these trees anyways?”

You had brought Wooyoung along with you to retrieve spell supplies from a forest, one that was said to be enchanted the deeper you ventured. You had a feeling he’d complain the whole time but he was a surprisingly good navigator and you knew you wouldn’t get lost with him around. Though you’d never tell him that directly, his ego was already big enough.

“Yes I’m almost done I just need a few more stones...” You said, not lifting up your head as you scanned the forest floor, careful of what you touched. Wooyoung on the other hand started mindlessly grabbing any rocks he saw thinking it would get you two to leave quicker.

“Here you’re missing all of these!”

You gasped at the sight of him holding so many in his hands. “Wooyoung! You have to be careful which stones you pick up! You can’t just go around picking up just anything!”

“Uhm and why not? It’s a forest.”

“Haven’t you ever heard that fairies live under stones in the forest?”

Wooyoung couldn’t hold back his laughter. “Oh my god y/n. Don’t tell me you believe in those stories.”

“With all the magic we’ve seen, you’re telling me you don’t believe in them?” You retorted, grabbing the rocks from Wooyoung’s hands, setting them back on the ground softly. “You’ll have to excuse my friend here.”

“You look like an absolute weirdo.” Wooyoung said, a hand on his hip as he watched you apologize to each individual rock.

“Say what you want, but I’m not letting a fairy attach to me because of you. Those things can be dangerous, it’s best we don’t upset them...”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, a sparkle of something in his peripheral vision catching his attention. He kneeled down next to a large white stone he hadn’t seen before. With a wave of his finger, it flipped over. A twinkle of light sparkled for a second and died down just as quickly as it had appeared. “Hmph.” Wooyoung stood up without giving it a second thought. “Anyways... Let’s go before bigfoot follows us home.”

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Wooyoung sighed, hanging his jacket on a hook by the door as he entered his apartment. He turned in the direction of his kitchen when the sound of his jacket hitting the floor behind him caught his attention. He was surprised but picked it back up and rehung it like nothing. Before he had turned back around completely, it had fallen again.

This time he was hesitant as he lowered himself slowly, retrieving the jacket and draping it over the sofa instead. He stood there and watched it for a few minutes. Breathing a sigh of relief when it didn’t move, resuming his walk to the kitchen.

Wooyoung set a pot of water to boil on the stove, a slight flick of his wrist turning the burner on medium heat. He left to retrieve the packets of ramen he intended to cook. The boy was gone less than five minutes but by the time he returned, a hue of smoke had begun to envelope the room. His attention was grabbed by the bubbling and overflowing water, the silver pot it resided in now burnt black all around from the rising flames underneath. “WHAT THE-!?!”

He waved his arms around in an attempt to clear the smoke in front of him. His hands coming up to vanish the pot and the fire all together. “That’s fine.” He wheezed. “It wasn’t my favorite pot or anything.” Coughing frantically as the smoke still lingered in his lungs and throughout the room.

No longer motivated to cook, Wooyoung settled on a bag of chips, plopping down in front of his tv to relax. Just as he had settled on a movie to watch, the tv shut off. Refusing to turn back on. “Ugh!!! What’s going on?!” Wooyoung yelled in frustration at the universe, the smallest giggle passing his ear nearly going unnoticed. He sat up quickly, whipping his head back and forth, searching for the source of the noise. His eyes scanned the room just in time to see a sparkle of light floating down before disappearing again.

He made his way to his altar, flipping through his spell book to look for hints on what this annoyance could be. As his eyes scanned the pages a force that didn’t come from him, slammed the book closed before he could finish reading. “Okay. You win!” He announced before stomping through the hallway, grabbing his jacket and heading to your apartment.

“Well, don’t you look happy.” You greeted a very obviously annoyed Wooyoung at your doorstep. He brushed past you ignoring your comment.

“I need to look through your spell book. I have a problem.”

“What kind of problem?”

“A pest problem. Ow!” You turned to see Wooyoung rubbing the side of his head, in pain. “It just pulled my hair!”

“What pulled your hair?”

“This thing!” The frustrated boy flailed his arms around his head in an attempt to swat at whatever was bothering him. “The pain in my ass almost burned my whole apartment down!”

“Oh...I think I know what it is...” A teasing smile on your face as you watched the boy in amusement.

Wooyoung studied your expression for a second before the realization hit him. “Oh my god. Y/n fairies aren’t real! They’re myths! Hence the term, fairy~ tales~!”

“Yeah, and so are witches! Yet, here we are.” You reminded him as you turned away to head to your bedroom.

As Wooyoung went through the doorway of your room he heard a small yelp in his left ear. He stepped in, facing the door frame as he watched the small orb of light fly in circles on the other side. “Y/n...Y/n! Look!”

You let out a small gasp as you watched along with him. Your attention quickly turning back to your book as you focused your thoughts, hovering your hand above it as the pages turned themselves to the section titled Fairies. You skimmed the pages as you made your way back to Wooyoung.

“Ah...That’s why it can’t get in!” You said, motioning to the iron horseshoe you kept nailed to the top corner of your bedroom door to ward of evil. “Iron repels fairies.”

He pulled the book from your hands, reading through the pages himself. Wooyoung shook his head, not wanting to admit that you were right just yet. “So...it’s a goddamn fairy.”

“A pixie to be exact.” You informed him, sitting on the edge of your bed, Wooyoung following behind you.. “They’re the mischievous ones that like to play tricks on people. But sometimes their pranks can get out of hand and they can kill you.”

“I couldn’t have attracted one of these fairies that like to clean and do chores.”

“Jung Wooyoung, there isn’t a force on this earth that could keep your house clean.” You snickered.

"Rude." Wooyoung rolled his eyes at your comment. "Anyways, it says we have to summon the goddess of fairies and ask her to take it back... That can’t be hard, right?”

“Let’s hope not. What does it say we need to be able to summon her?”

“One red candle, some hay and flowers to burn and for fairy magic specifically... we need a circle of fairy dust... You think that little firefly has enough dust for a whole circle?”

“What are you gonna do, ring her out like a towel?”

“Well I don’t suppose you’d be down to search for the alternative which is dragon’s blood.”

Your mouth formed a thin line as you cocked your head at him. “No, that just means we have to go back to the forest we got her from and find some fairy dust laying around there.”

“Why can’t we just pick her up like tinker bell and sprinkle her in a circle?”

“Oh my god, she’s not a salt shaker, Wooyoung. You’re just going to have to deal with it for the night and we can go back in the morning. Lucky for you she's a goddess of the moon and the sun so we can summon her as soon as we get there.”

“And what am I supposed to do until then?!” Wooyoung yelled, waiting for a response as you thought it over.

You stood up and walked to your living room wanting to get another look at the pixie before making a decision. The sight you were met with stopped you dead in your tracks. Every cup, dish, and kitchen utensil you owned was scattered throughout the entire apartment. The living room, kitchen and dining room floors and surfaces completely covered with your ceramic dishes and cutlery. “J....JUNG WOOYOUNG!”

“What?! What happened?!” He appeared next to you in less than a second, gasping loudly at the scene in front of him. Without another word you turned back to your room, knocking his shoulder with yours as you pushed past him.

You scanned the shelves of your wardrobe before settling on an iron nail and the biggest mason jar you owned. You tied the nail to the lid securely before returning to the hallway, shoving the supplies into Wooyoung’s hands. “Keep her as a a pet for the night and make sure you put back every single dish she left out!”

#ateez #wooyoung #jung wooyoung #witch wooyoung series #witch!wooyoung #wooyoung fluff #hongjoong #seonghwa #san #supernatural #witch au #yeosang #yunho #jongho #mingi #ateez fluff

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wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey · 7 years ago

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Gotham 4x14 (Spoilers below)

The episode opens with Bruce opening up the case with his vigilante costume YESSSS he picks up the mask, staring at and nOOOO WAIT WHY IS HE BURNING IT STAHP

-WHAT ARE YOU DOING BRUCE

-Ivy is freaking weird now

-Lee pls don’t be taken in by Sofia

-Sofia: *wants control of the Narrows* I want a 30% tax on all income from the narrows, legal and illegal Lee: these people live hand to mouth they’ll STARVE Sofia: well we all have to make sacrifices Lee: WTF

ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME WOMAN

-Sidenote: Lee’s black fur is an AESTHETIC

-Alfred graciously allows Bruce to meet him but Bruce has NO idea how to apologize...just begs Alfred for his help repeatedly, and Alfred is practically breathless waiting for this boy he loves as his son to say those two words, I’m sorry, but Bruce, my lost, ashamed, scared, probably too proud for his own good son, just can’t make himself say those words. And Alfred, bless his soul, refuses to just forget everything that happened and go running back to Bruce. He could, he loves him enough, but no he loves him more than that. Alfred loves Bruce so much that he doesn’t do the easy thing and forgive Bruce just like that. Instead, he forces Bruce to grow, to act like a man, to show he has changed, but right now Bruce is JUST NOT GETTING IT and I AM CRYING I CAN’T

Bruce: I am asking as a friend Alfred: well I’m not your friend I was your butler and you fired me

BURN

-The Riddler aspect of Ed is currently haunting him, and Ed is trying his best to keep his supervillain side under control but yeah I don’t see that lasting for long

-Lucius please get your nose a little further away then twelve inches from the deadly flower that carries an airborne bio weapon

-BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA JIM AND THE GCPD BURST INTO HARVEY’S APARTMENT AND HARVEY IS SO TICKED OFF

-Ivy: *sends a video to the Gotham news station, showing dead bodies* Gotham news station: why is it suddenly the hot thing to do to send us weird videos? Oh well *shrugs shoulders and airs the video*

-Harvey is by no means a coward and is gonna go find Ivy by himself...ONCE HE FINDS HIS PANTS LOL

I-’m DYING Ed dramatically demands that a bunch of Gotham Street Irregulars find out what Sofia’s plans are and he bribes them with “an entire set of encyclopedias—minus the T” of course the kids are like wut so he has to sweeten the deal with $20

-SELINA DOES NOT GIVE UP ON HER FRIENDS

-Harvey: LET’S GET THIS STRAIGHT JIM I AM NEVER WORKING WITH YOU AGAIN *five minutes later* JIM I GOT A LEAD COME MEET ME

Aw DANG IT he’s being controlled by Ivy of course I just can’t have nice things

-It is testimony to Cory Michael Smith I LOVE Ed/the Riddler so much he always has great scenes and I love his arguments with himself BUT ALSO ED WAIT NO OMG HE IS ALL SET TO KILL HIMSELF TO STOP HIMSELF WHOA “I GUESS YOU ARE SMARTER THAN ME”

-Harvey: DON’T EVEN TRY TO TALK YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS ONE Jim: OH I WOULDN’T BUT UH QUICK QUESTION IS IVY’S HAIR MORE AUBURN OR SCARLET Harvey: OH I UH GOOD QUESTION Jim: *knocks him out*

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-I FREAKING LOVE SELINA. BRUCE COMES TO HER (BECAUSE SERIOUSLY APART FROM ALFRED SHE IS BASICALLY HIS ONLY OTHER FRIEND AND THE ONLY OTHER PERSON WHO KNOWS HIM SO WELL) AND ANYWAY SELINA JUST T E A R S HIM UP LIKE BOI I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR NONSENSE IVY IS KILLING PEOPLE ALSO YOU FOOL GO SAY SORRY TO ALFRED BECAUSE I AM 52935% SURE THIS IS YOUR FAULT

-OMG Ed sits down to tell Lee about Sofia and Jim and he looks very messy-haired and stressed “so technically your ex has been sleeping with your dead husband’s mafiosa sister” and Lee is just like wtf jim wtf

-Lee is ready to throw Jim under the bus if it means saving the people of the Narrows and Ed is just so impressed with her dedication that he fumbles around a second about to confess his love to her then runs away, and honestly I don’t ship Lee and Ed (I think) because of Ed’s messy past relationships that REALLY didn’t go well but also I like how he much he admires Lee, a strong woman who helps the people in her care

ALSO I CAN’T WITH ED’S MESSY HAIR I LOVE IT

-JIM AND HARVEY ARE WORKING TOGETHER AGAIN THIS IS NOT A DRILL

-Jim: *orders the GCPD to go after Ivy and arm up with gas masks and guns with non-lethal rounds* Alvarez: to fight...plants?

LOL

-ALSO NOT A DRILL HARVEY APOLOGIZES TO JIM FOR SAYING THEIR BROTP BREAKUP WAS ALL JIM’S FAULT *INDISTINCT SCREAMING*

-POOR BRUCE STANDING THERE AT THE GALA ALL ALONE AND LONELY AND AFRAID BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO ALFRED AND SELINA HAVE BOTH REFUSED TO HELP HIM (AND WHO CAN BLAME THEM HE KNOWS THAT UGH MY HEART!!!)

WAIT OMG OMG OMG ALFRED JUST WALKED IN ASDFFHGJKL AND BRUCE CAN’T EVEN SPEAK

HE JUST LEAVES HIS SPEECH BEHIND AND SAYS ALFRED WAS A FRIEND AND PROTECTOR AND A fATHER TO HIM AND ASKS FOR A SECOND CHANCE AND I’M CRYING AND ALFRED IS GONNA CRY AND EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL AND OMG BRUCE WALKS DOWN TOWARD ALFRED AND LOOKS SO INTENSE AND SCARED AND ALFRED SAYS THANKS FOR THAT BUT WAIT HE SAYS HE STILL CAN’T HELP BRUCE AND BRUCE IS LIKE I KNOW WHO I AM BUT ALFRED IS LIKE YOU HAVE DARKNESS IN YOU BUT UNDERNEATH YOU ALSO HAVE A HEART THAT WANTS TO HELP PEOPLE AND YOU HAVE TO FIND THAT bUT WhAT NO HE SAYS HE CAN’T HELP BRUCE FIND THAT? AND THEN BRUCE SAYS HE WAS STUPID FOR REACHING OUT

WHAT

WTF

I AM SO UPSET RIGHT NOW

-annnnnnd the saga of Wayne galas getting held up by villains continues hi there Ivy

-EDDDD DON’T DO IT :(

-I’m sorry, if a lady walked into the gala I was at and started exploding people with flowers from the inside, I would be shrieking quite a bit more than these people are...then again this is Gotham, they’ve seen some pretty weird stuff by this point

-for context, I am screaming and breathless for the entirety of this next bit: BRUCE RUNS BACK TO THE ROOM BECAUSE ALFRED IS THERE, AND HE STEALS ONE OF THE MOOK’S NINJA CLOTHES, AND THEN HE FLICKS OFF THE LIGHTS AND TAKES OUT BAD GUYS MY SON DOES tHAT AND THEN HE WANTS TO SAVE JUST ALFRED AND ALFRED IS LIKE SON MY SON THIS IS WHAT I FREAKING MEANT tHIS IS WHO YOU ARE YOU ARE MEANT TO HELP PEOPLE AND BRUCE JUST LOOKS AT HIM AND RAISES UP THE SCARF OVER HIS MOUTH INTENSE BRUCE HAS RETURNED THE YOUNG BATMAN RISES AND THE LOOK ON ALFRED’S FACE IS BLOODY HELL YES!!!!!!!

-BRUCE HIDING IN THE SHADOWS

OOPS JIM FOUND HIM RUN BRUCE RUN

AH YES BRUCE IS ALREADY DISAPPEARING OFF OF ROOFTOPS GET USED TO IT JIM

-Selina sitting casually in the darkness and then clicking on a lamp is my aesthetic

-“So you can go make more plants to kill people? Yeah that ain’t gonna happen” SELINA IS A HERO SELINA IS A GOOD PERSON SELINA WHATEVER SHE SAYS CARES ABOUT MORE THAN JUST HERSELF I LOVE HER TO DEATH

Ivy: one cut is all it’ll take no more running across rooftops and such Selina: I’ll keep that in mind *gracefully slips under Ivy’s grasp and cartwheels away*

-SELINA IS SO FREAKING SASSY I LOVE HER

THE ONLY THING I’M CHOKING ON IVY IS YOUR INSANITY OMG OMG OMG

SELINA IS BRAVE AND A GOOD FRIEND AND I FREAKING CANNOT

-Lee meets with Sofia to win her over with dirt on Jim but Sofia is cold and cruel and GOSH NO DO NOT TOUCH LEE UGH NO NO NO she literally destroys Lee’s hand I CAN’T

...Lee is a great leader and would do well anywhere except the awful warzone of Gotham

ALSO Jim is gonna MURDER Sofia...or Ed will...or even someone else from the Narrows because Lee is really beloved I think of all but icky traitor guy I never trusted in the first place

-GAH The Riddler tells Ed to commit himself in Arkham BUT IT WAS ALL A PLOY BETWEEN THE RIDDLER AND OSWALD OMG AND OSWALD IS A HAPPY IF ALWAYS CREEPY PENGUIN

-ADSFHJFKDGLJSK BRUCE AND ALFRED SITTING AND ALFRED BINDING UP BRUCE’S WOUNDS WHILE BRUCE INTENSELY ACCEPTS WHO HE IS AND WHO HE WILL BE THIS IS A GREAT PARALLEL TO THE END OF THE THIRD SEASON

ALSO Alfred says Bruce’s parents would be proud of him and Bruce just LOOKS and Alfred says that HE is proud of him too and Bruce says do you want me to drive you to Gotham (sidenote: do you even HAVE a driver’s license son?) and this is him giving Alfred an opportunity to say yes, to leave him, it is an unspoken plea for Alfred to stay, and Alfred says no he doesn’t want to go anywhere he is HOME!!! *CLUTCHES HEART*

-YAASSS NOT ONLY HAVE BRUCE AND ALFRED MADE UP BUT HARVEY AND GORDON ARE COMING CLEAN AND APOLOGIZING IN RASPY VOICES LONG LIVE THE BROTPS AND THE FATHER/SON RELATIONSHIPS!!!!!

#gotham season 4 recaps and reactions #gotham spoilers #bruce wayne and alfred pennyworth #when will batcat rise again (oh it's coming it's already here)#batman #jim gordon #lee thompkins #harvey bullock #ed nygma #oswald cobblepot #omg i apologize for the length of this but when i added the read under the cut it changed half the letters to weird symbols #ugh

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the-drakeboys · 4 years ago

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Okay. alright, here we go. I am so READY FOR THISSSS.

[disclaimer: this is essentially a play-by-play of reactions to the story, lol, so if you haven’t read it yet, READ IT FIRST. AND SERIOUSLY, READ IT, IT’S AMAZING.]

“The Edge of Sleep” is already such an intense title and I just know that I, myself, madame, I am not ready.

Even though I just got done saying I was ready, but…… listen, I never said I’d make sense.

ALSO CAN I JUST SAY THAT THE SUMMARY FOR THIS IS ALREADY BONKERS LIKE WHO ARE YOU

Okay so the opening literally had me flashing back so hard to Finding Nemo when Marlon is carrying Dory through the jellyfish field. Absolutely wild. Lmao. very cool in the best way

“It’s not what I thought the end would look like… there are no bodies in the streets, no burnin’ cars..” maaaan… are we already gonna make annie feel things

THIS DREAM IS SO TRIPPY WHO IS THIS WHALE AND WHAT DOES IT WANT

Okay but why is tommy this way.. Just waking his buddy up like that wtf let’s throw hands cant just be callin people psychos left and right

Just kidding tommy i will always love u

Also ‘next time… bring better presents’ 1) ungrateful ho, and 2) that is MEGA CREEPY

Ginger ale is fantastic

I CANNOT IMAGINE THE BOREDOM OF BEING A NIGHTWATCHMAN. Admittedly night at the museum did make it seem infinitely cooler than it probably is… “Dum dum give me gum gum”

“I don’t like root beer” well shit sam, you like GINGER ALE they are nOT that different sir

They’re like an old married couple i swear to god

The fact that sam took the pills back despite the carpet hair. GROSS, SAMUEL.

“Just… tryn’a get used to sleepin’ alone.” bruh. Welcome to the club, kid -- bUT HEY who is she and what did she do, i want name and address asap immediately

I like tommy’s idea for the tinder bio. I’d swipe right

CRYSTAL? THIS GROWN ASS MAN WAS STILL WITH A WOMAN NAMED CRYSTAL

Love sam just shutting tommy up because he can’t deal lmao. Like ‘bruh did you just compare me to the creeps you met in iraq with wives and children’

Uh oh. Creeper van in the parking lot. This can’t be good.

TOMMOTHY WHY ARE WE GOING OUT BY OURSELVES

Is it fkn crystal calling my boy sam rn… can she fk right off please oh my word

Oh my god… he’s so nervous… and then the way he just gives in and tells her the truth and says he misses her… noooooooooo… i’m not okay…

Oh fuck THIS GIRL GHOSTED HIM? AW HELLLLL NO. boi if she don’t apologize right the fuck now and make it right. That is absolutely not how you handle ending a relationship no matter how you slice it

Condition?? What condition… why wouldn’t they be able to go to movies or museums? I feel like such a ditz…

SHE… she… she was sleeping with a fucking knife under her mattress? What the shit? What was going on???

“I know that’s what you believe.” jesus..what a gut punch.

Oh my god you literally said it was like someone had punched him to the gut someone please end me

ANSWER THE QUESTION CRYSTAL-- DID HE DO ANYTHING--

Bruh of course she didn’t. Am i surprised? I should not be surprised.

Yeah tommy no shit the van’s sketchy, i could tell it was sketchy from the second you mentioned a pedo van chillin with the gotdamn engine on in your parking lot in the middle f the night. This… this is not hard to put together x_x

I do not like the way this van smells. Does this shit have a bomb in or on it? I’m not excited. This is about to be so bad.

Oh, just a wide smile and wild, crazy eyes. Sure, he seems normal. Totally fine. I also do not like this childish tone of voice. Wtf is this

OPE -- TOMMY IS SNIFFIN THIS MAN’S BULLSHIT OUT. OKAY.

Oh, fuck. HE GOT ‘IM. FORT CARSON AINT GOT BCT BOIIIII. GET WRECKED.

Oh. oh oh oh. There is a woman tied up in there. Help me lord this is fucking STRESSFUL who signed me up for this ride i wanna go home

Your daughter my ass you unbelievable creep

nO. NO WTF HE GOT AWAY?! NO WAY WTF OH MY GOD D:

The stickers on the back of the van...hmmm.

Sam no do not go to harry’s what are you DOING

Jordan you are not at all put together my friend

Honest to god i am not in the mood for this either there is a WHOLE LOT GOING ON and i jUST WANT ANSWERS

I don’t know why but “dude’s fuckin’ toast, bro” absolutely took me out lmao

Okay listen now i am officially freaked out. She had a sling on? Wtf???? And this guy wants to fuckin kick his ass if he ever sees him -- I am lost for words.

Samuel why would you wake up harry this sounds like a terrible plan

Okay what the fuck is this. So this must be it… harry dead, huh??? Shit dude, my stomach would be in the floor, too. x_x

“‘He’s not breathing..’ Sam whispered in terror.” D: THIS SENTENCE BRUH iM IN TERROR TOO. JUST SOME MOLLY, JORDAN? JUST SOME MOLLY--

Wait i’m forgetting that i know the premise of this, uhhhh.. BUT STILL JORDAN WTF

I’m so sorry but the ‘MOTHERFUCKER TAKE MINE’ caught me off guard and I laughed lmao sorry harry

The hospital is just not about to be the best place… but then again… if everyone’s dead… I just realized jordan is about to be part of this survivor’s group, isn’t he? <.<

Oh nevermind he’s literally leaving lmaoooo. WHAT A DOUCHE.

Hey uhh Crystal better not be dead, that’s all I have to say. I will literally be so fucking crushed.

Dude. driving up to the hospital just to find the nurses and doctors *crying*? There’s nothing more unsettling lol WTF. can you imagine. And she just has him lay Harry down on the sidewalk, Jesus H.

SAM I DONT WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOUR ANXIETY OKAY JUST READING ABOUT THIS IS GIVING ME PALPITATIONS

“What kinda hospital is this?” is absolutely the right question. Too bad he has no idea what he’s walked into lol

I cannot even COMPREHEND what I could pOSSIBLY do in the event that a nurse looked me dead in my eyes and told me all of their patients were dead. I can’t imagine. Like what.

OKAY WOW HOLY COW WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT A ROLLERCOASTER TO START OFF WITH. I can’t believe how intense this is!!!! D’: I’m so overwhelmed.

Marlo, doll, this is so unbelievably inventive. How long have you been cookin’ this one up?!!? It’s like… there are so many moving parts, so many elements here, and I am absolutely LOVING it. I love that we find Sam in this place of emotional and romantic turmoil, and there’s so much mystery in what’s happened with his ex-girlfriend, and his friendship with Tommy is just hysterical (lol). I’m very hopeful that we get to see Joel and Ellie at some point :3 and Nate and ‘Lena and-- well, you get it lol

Your writing just gets better and better, endlessly. I am consistently blown away by your attention to detail and your obvious love of your characters. It all comes through in vibrant colors and I can’t get enough of it. You put so much thought into every word and it shows.

I am dying to know what happens next!!! Where does Sam go, what does he do?! Does he find Crystal? Will she ever tell him what he did? How long can they survive without sleep? Will anyone find a cure? What will Tommy do, how will the group come together? and what the everloving FUCK is the deal with the whale?! WHAT DOES IT MEAN?????? AGH. I WANT TO KNOOOWWWWW.

I’m so sorry this took me so many days to write, but I LOVE IT and I CANNOT WAIT FOR MORE. I love you so, so much!!!

-annie <3

The Edge Of Sleep (Sam Drake x Fem! Reader AU) Part "1": The Whale

A/N: Hi, everybody! So, this is a new thing I've been working on and I wanted to write and publish it because I feel like I've lost touch with writing angst.. That being said, this is going to be all kinds of sad, depressing, yet refreshing and - hopefully - as suspenseful as I'd hoped it would be when I wrote it. I drew inspiration from a podcast of the same name, a book I read before called "The Blue Elephant", and a heap of horror thrillers I've watched.. This story combines all characters from the two popular Naughty Dog franchises: The Last Of Us and Uncharted, and it re-imagines them in a thrilling, new, and unique post-apocalyptic scene. If you see any familiar names, that person is exactly who you think it is. Sam IS Sam Drake. Tommy Miller IS Tommy Miller.

SUMMARY: When a night watchman (Sam Drake) finishes his shift at work, he is terrified to discover that everyone in the world who went to sleep the previous night has died. Now he and a band of survivors must stay awake and uncover the secret of this global epidemic, before they fall asleep.

Tags: @the-drakeboys , @missdictatorme , @samdrakeftw , @sicparvismyass , @marshmallow--3 , @unchartedterritoria , @bapyess1r , @hrgnm , @purplezebra68 .. If you wanna be on the tag list, lemme know! :3

Warnings: Use of drugs, heavy language, and death.

Word-count: 5.4K~

Stay awake..

Stay awake..!

Stay— Stay awake..

Stay awake.

Stay. Awake.

Stay! Awake!

"Stay awake.. Stay awake.. Stay awake!"

"July eighth.. It's a beautiful day.. The sun is shinin', the birds are chirpin', and..

Everyone's dead.

It's not what I thought the end would look like.. There are no bodies in the streets, no burnin' cars.. No hoards of zombies pickin' up survivors.. Nothin' like that..

It's more like the world went to sleep and.. never woke up.."

_________________

The first night, before it began.. I'd dreamt I was under the ocean.. I was walking in a field of sea grass.. Tall, green stalks loomed over me– swinging with the dark water current..

As I pushed through the weeds, I could see something glowing..

I followed the light, letting it guide me through the grass..

I came across a whale. It was glowing– Like an old neon sign..

Seaweed dangled from its mouth.. Or maybe it was growin' there.. Like a great, long beard..

The whale was enormous.

The size of a battleship..

It was like a sea monster right out of an ancient myth..

The beast turned to me, and spoke..

"What did you bring me..?"

"Nothin'.." I answered.

"Check your pockets.."

I checked my coat and found a bottle of sleeping pills..

"Give it to me.."

I didn't question the whale.

I uncapped the bottle.. And the whale sucked the drugs into his mouth, creating a sort of vortex in the water..

He suddenly started glowing like a slot machine, displaying about a hundred different neon colors in under a minute..

"I have a message for you.. Beware.. of the elephant.."

"I.. don't understand.."

"Next time.. Bring better presents."

…

……

…….

"Sam.."

"....."

"Sam..?"

"...."

"Sam!"

"Huh?— What?—"

"What the fuck?"

"What..?!"

"You just dumped your pills all over your desk."

"No, I didn't."

"Look.."

Sam looked down, his shoulders sagging upon the sight of his little, blue sleeping pills scattered on the desk and some all over the floor,

"Oh." He glanced into the empty medication bottle, "Shit.." He sat back in his chair, the back of his hand resting on his forehead as his eyes closed.

"What the hell, man? Were you asleep?"

"No! Not—" He looked his co-worker in the eyes, sighing a little, "Alright– Yeah."

Tommy, Sam's friend and co-worker, started laughing lightly.

Sam huffed with a smile, "Man, I just had the craziest dream.."

Tommy chuckled, "No joke, man, you were mumbling in your sleep.. Then you started throwing your pills all over the fuckin' room."

Sam frowned, "Really?"

"Yes! You psycho!" Tommy pushed on Sam's shoulder gently and jokingly.

"Shit.."

"You alright?"

Sam waved him off, "Yeah. Yeah, I just.. I need a minute."

"Well.." Tommy stood up from his chair, "Take all the time you want. I'm gonna stretch my legs." He looked over at an absent-minded Sam, "You want anything from the machine?"

"Uhh.. Yeah. I'll take a Ginger Ale."

"Right— One Ginger Ale, coming' up." Tommy swung the door to their shared office open, softly closing it after he stepped outside.

Sam worked as a nightwatchman in a Tech. Company on the outskirts of Palo Alto, California. Most nights it was just Sam and Tommy. They'd spend their shifts talking about anything and everything: Sex, sports, politics.. Whatever helped them pass the time.

When it was just the two of them in a hundred thousand square foot office compound it felt like they were the only ones left in the whole world..

"No Ginger Ale tonight, buddy."

Tommy walked in with two bottles in his hand, attracting Sam's attention from his computer as he checked all the security cameras that were planted outside the facility and inside of it.

He sat down next to Sam, placing a bottle of beer on the desk,

"I got you a root beer."

Sam sat straight and looked at the bottle with a raised brow, "I.. don't like root beer."

"Tough shit."

Sam sighed and rolled his chair back and reached into the pocket of his Jeans, "Alright– I think I got a dollar in my pocket–"

Tommy stopped him, "It's on me, brother. Happy fourth o' July, man."

Sam chuckled at his Texan friend, rolling his chair back in, "Thanks."

"Here, I brought you some chips too." He threw the yellow bag of preserved potatoes on the desk and Sam reached for it, sitting back with a sigh and crossing his legs over the desk,

"Why're you so good to me?" Sam asked with a smile, shaking his head as he opened the bag of chips.

"Because I'm stuck with you in this shit hole." Tommy replied after downing his chips with beer.

"Fair enough." Sam opened his beer bottle that greeted him with the sizzle that made him smile softly.

"Jesus.." Tommy looked down, "There's still a couple of pills under my desk." He picked them up, "You want 'em?"

"Yes. Yeah, I do." Sam chuckled.

"They've.. got some hair on them.."

Sam shrugged, "I don't care." He stretched out his hand, "Give 'em."

Tommy shook his head and handed the blue pills over, "Yo gotta be careful with those things, man.." He said, watching Sam screw the bottle of medicine back on after putting in his pills, "I had a friend down at the hospital who was on this crap and, one night, he woke up in his car in the parking lot of his kid's school." Sam smiled lightly as Tommy spoke, "He had no fuckin' idea how he even got there– He didn't remember how he even got out of bed and hopped into his car."

"I know.." Sam's smile dropped, "I know, man.. It's.. just a temporary thing, though. I'm.." He paused and sighed, "Just.. tryn'a get used to sleepin' alone.."

Tommy raised his brow and smirked, "You need someone to keep your bed warm?"

Sam rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer.

"Give me your phone." Tommy leaned forward and reached for Sam's phone atop the desk.

"No–" Sam quickly snatched his own phone and clung to it.

"Come on! I'll do it for you."

"No way."

"Yes. Tonight's the night, brother— I'm signin' you up on all the datin' apps– We're doin' this."

Sam groaned and threw his head back, letting Tommy slip the phone away from his hand.

Tommy laughed a little, "It's easy– You just write something like, 'Hi. My name's Sam. I'm forty-three years old and I'm weird as fuck', then you swipe right, swipe right, swipe right!"

"Sounds like the worst video game ever.."

"Except, it's better than a video game; because you get laid."

Sam sighed and shook his head, "I'm not ready, man.." He chewed on the inside of his mouth, his mind stuck on one thing and one thing only– more like one person, "Just.. Maybe next week."

Tommy frowned, "What the hell are you waiting for? It's not like Crystal's comin' back."

Sam shifted uncomfortably and put the bottle down, his body language upset and disappointed and— quite frankly— all out of hope..

"Aw, what?" Tommy looked at him with narrow eyes, "Was she the only one who understood you?" He mocked, poking Sam's arm, making him pull away and glare at him, "Are you so fucked up that you're worried you wouldn't ever be able to feel loved again?" Tommy laughed a little, "What a bunch of bullshit.. I knew a bunch of creepy men in Iraq and they all have wives and children. Listen to me— Once you're back in the game like the beast you used to be, you'll find all sorts of great gals out there."

Sam sighed, "Okay.." He pursed his lips and nodded a little, "Alright. Okay— Fine. If it'll shut you up, you can make me a profile."

Tommy was ready to unlock the phone and start, but his eyes caught Sam's monitor and he frowned, "Shit.."

Sam raised a brow, "What?"

"Look– Camera three."

Sam looked at his computer and leaned closer, his eyes narrowing at the security camera footage, finding a lone, old, white van that had pulled over in the parking lot, its engine still running. All alone in the dark night.

Tommy shook his head, "Probably teenagers.. Probably wanna light up some fireworks." The Texan stood up from his chair, pushing it back, "I got this one."

Sam stared up at Tommy, "Y'sure?"

"Yeah." He took wide steps towards the door, "See you in a few."

Sam didn't have a chance to reply. Tommy was out in a second and closed the door right behind him, leaving Sam in the lonesome, hushed quietness of the office.

He sat back, staring at the closed door, and then decided to turn on the radio, reaching over to tune in the channels, being patient as he tried to get the right frequency, hearing static more often than he heard actual music, but then he settled on a channel with the kind of tunes that he liked, his head resting in the palm of his hand as he listened with a small smile.

But then, the ringtone of his phone went off, and he whipped his head towards it with a confused frown.

But when he saw who was calling, his whole body froze and his eyes widened. He looked at his phone as if it were a bomb that was about to go off.

And he collected himself, quickly reaching for his phone and accepting the call, pulling the phone to his ear,

"Hi." He said, with a smile on his face, his free hand reaching to turn down the radio.

"Hey.."

"Um– Happy fourth of July." Sam said, rolling his eyes and face-palming at how stupid that must have sounded.

A soft, feminine laugh filled his ears, making him sink into his chair and ease up a little,

"Thanks.. You too."

A silence fluttered between them, but Sam chose not to break it, feeling as though she called to say something and that it was about to be said.

"I'm.. sorry if this is weird.."

"No, no that's okay.." Sam picked on the splinters on the edge of his desk, his eyes focused on the action and his teeth chewing on his bottom lip nervously.

"How are you?"

"I'm alright."

"Yeah?"

Sam paused, thinking more thoroughly about his question and about the answer he should really give her.

"No, actually, that's a lie.." He pursed his lips, "I'm.. a complete wreck.." He admitted, squeezing his temples with his fingers and shaking his head, "I miss you." He finally said, his body already tensing at what he'd just said as he leaned forward, setting his elbow atop the desk and his chin atop his palm.

The small pause made Sam's heart sink into his stomach. But then, she spoke..

"I miss you, too.."

He blinked and lifted his head from his hand, his brows shooting up in surprise, "You.. do?"

"Yeah, of course.." She laughed softly, "This wasn't easy for me, Sam.."

He frowned, slumping back in his chair,

"I'm.. sorry I didn't call.. I just thought that.. maybe it'd be easier if I didn't.. hear your voice.."

He shook his head, growing a tad agitated, "So that's why you ghosted me?–"

"I didn't ghost you.."

"Oh, well– What would you call it then?"

She sighed, "I.. needed some space to think things through.."

"Then what was I supposed to think? We were dating for two years and then all of a sudden you just need space and time for yourself?" He asked, and she almost responded but he continued, "And you went dark! You didn't return my calls or texts for three. weeks!"

"I had to do what was— r-right for me!"

"Mm-hmm— So why're you callin' me now?"

"Because I care about you, Sam.. And I'm concerned."

Sam frowned deeply, "You're concerned?"

"Of course!"

"Well.." He rolled his chair closer to the desk, "I appreciate your "concern", but we've only been dating for a couple of years and I've had this condition my whole life. I know it must've been hard for you, but it really is not your problem anymore."

"Sam. You have to understand. Most of that stuff didn't bother me. I mean— Sure, it sucked that we couldn't go to the movies, or museum, or binge watch TV, but, I could live with all of that."

He breathed out through his nose, his shoulders dropping and his demeanor softening, "Then what was the problem?.." He asked, his tone of voice begging to understand where he went wrong, "We.. love each other.. Right..? Shouldn't that be enough to try and work things out..?"

She took in a shaky breath, then sighed softly, "Y'know what..? Maybe this was a mistake.. I feel like I'm stirring things up, and.."

"Wait a second, hold on.." He muttered, "I– I just wanna be able to understand.. Y'know.. I feel like I deserve that.. At least."

"You do?" A short silence befell them, before she let out a mirthless, bitter little laugh, "Ugh, shit— This is really hard.." Her voice broke.

"Crys, it's okay.. Whatever you need to say.. I need to hear it."

She sighed. He could tell she was holding back tears and trying to collect herself,

"At the end of the day… I didn't feel safe.."

Sam's brows shot up in surprise and he blinked a couple of times, her words not registering on the spot, but once they marinated, he felt his chest tighten, "Oh.." He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, "Wow– Uhm.. Okay..?"

"Every night, I was going to bed, scared.. I was sleeping with a knife under my mattress–"

"Jesus Christ.." He rubbed his forehead, his eyes closed and his head throbbing with a dull ache he couldn't quite really describe as a headache.

"It was getting weirder everyday, Sam.. I didn't know what to expect anymore."

Sam huffed, "I.. I can't believe I have to say this, but.. You do know that I'd never do anythin' to hurt you.. Right..?"

"... I know that's what you believe." Her voice shook and the soft gasp and the sniffles that left her made him feel like someone just punched him in the gut. But her words struck terror within his very soul..

A faint honking sound could be heard on her end, and she sniffled again, "Shit— That's Tess.. I gotta go."

"Crystal, wait–" He breathed unevenly, his heart pounding in his chest, "Did I do somethin' to you?" He firmly asked.

"Sam."

"I need to know— Did somethin' happen?!"

The honking grew more urgent.

"Listen, I gotta go!"

"W— Hold on..!"

"I'm going to Harry's party. If you get out on time, let's talk then."

"Wait— Crys. Crystal!"

The periodic beeping was the only thing that talked back to Sam and it made him throw his phone on the desk in frustration, his hands then covering his face and his breathing growing deep so he could calm himself, "Fuck me.." He whispered.

When the door swung open, Sam nearly jumped out of his chair, but sighed when he saw it was only Tommy, "Hey, man.." He frowned, "You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." Sam lied.

"I could use a little help outside.." Tommy said, "The van's.. kinda sketchy.."

Sam's brows furrowed, "Sketchy how?"

"I dunno.." Tommy was uneasy and watched his taller friend get up from his chair, "It just is.."

Tommy was soon following a steadfast Sam out of the office and into the office compound of the company, then down the emergency stairs and out of the building.

The parking lot was empty, except for one lone van with blackout windows.

The engine was running and some shitty pop song could be heard from within, muffled and corny.

Tommy pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the license plate. And as the two men stepped closer to the van, they caught a whiff of a strange fume that smelt off. In Sam's senses, it resembled cheap cleaning products and burning plastic.

Tommy was the first to knock on the driver's window, sighing softly, "Good evening! This is DAX lab security! Anyone in there?!" He yelled over the music, but no response came, after which he resumed to knock three more times.

The window then rolled down to reveal a middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap. He had a silver tooth and a disturbing smile– wide, almost crazy eyes.

"Oh, hi!" He laughed lightly, "Sorry, I couldn't hear you over all the music!"

Tommy cringed, "Sir, could you maybe turn the music down?!"

"What's that?!"

"Turn the music down!"

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Sorry." The man turned down the volume before deciding to turn it off altogether, "I like to play my music so loud I can't even hear myself think." He chuckled as he turned back to the boys.

Sam frowned, "Yeah, well, what we were tryn'a say was: We're from DAX's lab security and our parking lot is currently closed so we're gonna have to ask you to leave the premises."

"Aww, alright.. I didn't know I was breaking the rules.." The man said, his thick country accent peeking through, and his childish apologetic tone doing more than creeping the boys out.

"Yeah, S'okay." Sam said dismissively.

"I was wonderin' if you boys could spare a dollar for a veteran? Given that it's.. Independence Day?" He gave an awkward smile and a little shrug.

Tommy frowned but Sam wanted to get this all over with and sighed, "Yeah, sure.." He reached into his back pocket for his wallet, pulling it out to search for a dollar.

Tommy stopped Sam, his eyes narrow as he kept them on the stranger, "Put your wallet away, Sam."

Sam looked at Tommy with a hint of confusion behind his eyes but obliged anyway, "Alright.." He mumbled.

Tommy tilted his head and crossed his arms,"Where were you stationed?" He asked the man.

"In Iraq." He replied, without missing a beat.

"Wow.." Tommy nodded, "Saw some heavy shit, huh..?"

The wind grew colder around, forcing Sam to push his hands into the pockets of his coat, wondering why Tommy was making small talk with that guy at all, an impatient, shivering sigh leaving Drake's lips.

"How many tours did you do?" Tommy further investigated.

"Two."

"Where'd they put you for BCT? Up in Fort Carson?" He asked.

"Yeah!" The stranger replied with a smile.

"Oh.. Okay..!" Daryl nodded, his expressions faigning how "impressed" he was, "Y'know, it's funny, 'cause.. Fort Carson doesn't have basic training.." Daryl looked back up at the man, watching his smile drop, "Get the fuck outta here."

"Tommy, take it easy." Sam interfered, fearing the fact that they were two unarmed men in the middle of night, facing a possible listed criminal on their own.

"Now!" Tommy insisted, kicking the wheel of the van with the front of his boot.

The stranger started chuckling, baring his glistening silver tooth, "Is it just the two of you out here..?" He gestured between them, "Must be kind'a dangerous, right? Just two, unarmed guys out here with all sorts o' people, up to no good." The boys stared at him, standing their ground, "What do they pay for this shit job anyway? Minimum wage, I'd bet!"

"Fuck off." Tommy kicked the van itself that time, growing agitated and impatient.

"Tommy." Sam warned.

A strange muffled sound came from the back of the van. It seemed as though someone was moaning, helpless and exhausted.

Sam's head was the first to whip towards the sound and he backed away from the van to see if there was someone behind it, but no one was there, making his heart sink into his stomach as he slowly looked back up at the man, "Is there someone in the van with you?"

"That's my daughter; She's sleeping." The man replied.

"Let us see her then." Tommy approached the van.

"I said she's sleeping!"

"Ma'am! Are you okay in there?!" Sam yelled, quickly knocking on the side of the van.

"Happy fourth o' July, fellas!" The man started the car quickly and peeled out of the parking lot, the screeching tires loud against the asphalt.

Sam attempted to chase the van, yelling after it, but in under a second, it was out of the parking lot and already making the first exit.

Sam stopped, reaching up to clutch his head with heavy breaths that fogged up in the cold night.

"I got the fucker's plate; I'm calling him in."

As the man drove away, Sam couldn't help but notice a bumper sticker on the back of his van. It said: "Same shit, different party."

It showed the two animals that represent the two political parties: One, of course, was a donkey. The other.. an elephant.

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Sam had asked Tommy to cover for him and left early. He felt a tad guilty, especially that Tommy seemed on edge after the parking lot encounter, but..

Sam had to see her..

She said she was going to their friend, Harry's, and so that was where Sam was headed in his car.

On the drive over, he couldn't stop thinking about the dream he had..

The whale..

It was warning him..

But Sam pushed it from his mind, and realized that he was tired beyond belief.. He just wanted the night sleep.

He huffed as he parked in front of Harry's house, then turned the engine off, pulled out the keys, and stepped out of the car, walking up to the house but pausing once his eyes observed the area closer and his feet stepped on the lawn.

He instantly knew that he'd missed the party..

And when he walked into the pool area, there was only one straggler left..

Jordan.

A dealer who Sam had met a couple of times and simply didn't like very much.

"'Sup, bro?!" Jordan greeted as Sam stepped closer to the pool beds, "Connor, right?!"

Sam didn't seem at all amused or even remotely glad that he was here, "No. It's Sam."

"Wait— So– You're not Connor from Huntington beach?" Jordan slurred.

"I'm pretty damn sure."

"A'ight. Well.. I'm Jordan."

Sam's shoulders sagged as he sighed, "Yeah— I know. We've met like three times before. You're the drug dealer."

"Hey, I'm sensin' a tone, man. Why don't you chill, huh? I'm a cool guy! I don't want aaaaany hostility. Just ask around; I'm friends with everyone!" He slurred some more.

Sam gave Jordan the stink-eye, but was neither really in the mood nor did he have the constitution to talk back, "Right– My bad." He simply said, "It's been a real weird night."

"Aye, s'alright, man. You want somethin' to take the edge off? Some molly, maybe? Nothin' too crazy. It won't fuck wit' your skull. It'll relief aaaall that bad energy.."

Sam's brows furrowed and he shook his head, "I'm.. good— Hey, have you seen (y/n) around?"

"Nah, man.. Everybody bounced like a quarter past four.. You missed one helluva party."

Sam blinked and looked around, confused, "Well.. Where's Harry?"

"What– The host? Aw, he's passed out in the shed, man. Dude's fuckin' toast bro. Lights out."

Sam let out a deep, agitated breath, "Shit.." He whispered, "Guess it's just you and me."

Jordan chuckled and nodded before narrowing his eyes up at Sam, "Y-Y'know, I didn't really catch your name, brother."

Sam closed his eyes and breathed in to calm himself, "I'm Sam." He replied, stressing on every letter that left his mouth.

Jordan stared up at Sam some more, "Aw, shit, man.. You're Sam? Like– The Sam?"

Sam looked more than a little confused but went along with it anyway, "Yeah..?"

"Aw, shit.. You got some balls comin' here tonight."

"What the fuck are you talkin' about?"

"I'm just sayin', man.."

"You're.. sayin' what exactly? What are you sayin' at all?"

"Well— I'm just sayin'– Harry was talkin' to that messed up girl, man and he got angry— He got really pissed."

"What messed up girl?"

"Y'know! The messed up girl. With the arm in a sling."

Sam paused and tilted his head, "What was her name?"

"I didn't catch it.." He responded, making Sam huff in annoyance, "B–But, after they talked, Harry was mad as hell, bro. The rest of the party, he was fumin', man.. H-h-he said that– I-If you showed up, he'd beat the shit outta you."

Sam paused to think for a couple of seconds, his eyes flitting from one tile in the floor to the other as he did. He then looked at Jordan again, "If I showed you a picture of this girl, would you recognize her?" He asked, crouching in front of Jordan and pulling out his phone, searching his gallery for pictures of her.

"Yeah! For sure, man.. I got an excellent visual memory."

Sam immediately pointed the phone with her picture on it towards Jordan, who squinted at the light.

"Was it her?"

"Lemme see a couple more pics."

Sam scrolled through his photos, showing him three more.

Jordan started nodding, "Yeah. Yeah, that's her. Definitely."

Sam sighed heavily and let his head drop, his eyes closing and his hands coming up to rub them a little, "Alright.." He stood to his feet again and put is phone away, "Thanks.." He started walking away towards Harry's shed, his steps quick and sure.

"Hey! Where are ya goin', man?!"

"I'm wakin' up Harry." He responded.

"I-I don't think that's a pretty good idea; he's pretty wasted and I don't think he'd like to see you, dude."

Sam swung the door open and pulled the string on the right to light up the small shed with a little, singular bulb that flickered a tad, then stepped closer to the sprawled body on the floor, "Harry!" He called out, crouching down next to him, "Hey, Harry." He started nudging him in the back with his knuckles, "Hello?" He shook him violently.

Sam froze, his brows furrowing and his stomach falling to the floor, "Harry..?" He prodded some more, shaking him urgently but gently this time, then decided to turn him and lay him on his back, causing his body to limply adjust and comply with Sam, "Harry!?" Sam patted his cheeks, still getting no response.

"Yeah– I told you, man. He's out." Jordan said as he stood behind Sam.

"He's not breathing.." Sam whispered in terror. His fear was so strong that it forced him up to his feet and made him take a few, staggered steps back from his friend's lifeless body.

"..What?"

Sam quickly turned to Jordan and, in an instant, the druggie was held by the collar of his shirt and pinned against the door of the shed, "What the hell did you guys give him?!" He demanded, ignoring the fear in Jordan's eyes.

"N-Nothin', man! I-It was just some Molly! It's harmless!"

Sam let Jordan go and looked at him, unsure of what to do at that moment. But he got to his knees next to Harry again, pressing his palms against his chest and applying some compressions, "1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. Harry?!" He did some more, "1.. 2.. 3— Call 911!" He ordered Jordan, turning back to Harry to try and revive him somehow.

"No, hey.. I can't.. man.. Not on my phone."

"Motherfucker, take mine!" Sam yelled, throwing his phone at Jordan,, who picked it up and started to comply.

"C'mon, Harry.." Sam applied more chest compressions, "1..2..3..4.. C'mon.." He continued.

"I-I think they're busy.."

Sam paused, "What?!" He asked, incredulous.

Jordan raised his hands in defense with Sam's phone in one of them, "911's fuckin' busy, man! See?!" He put the phone on speaker, proving what he had just said to Sam.

"Fuck.." Sam muttered, and started to prepare to carry Harry, "Help me lift him! We can take him to the hospital."

"I–I can't, man. I'm sorry– This has nothin' to do with me."

"What?!– Just help me get him to the car!–"

"Yeah– I can't be involved in any of this! I-I gotta go." Jordan started jogging away.

"Hey! Hey!!" Sam called out after him, which made no difference, just as he expected, "Fuck!" He groaned.

"I'm sorry!" Jordan yelled as he peeled away from the house in his car, making Sam's blood boil.

He breathed in deeply, "Okay.. Alright– C'mon.." Sam carried Harry with a grunt of effort, quickly getting to his car. He looked down at how limp he was– how lifeless and cold he felt in his arms. He didn't think about anything and only placed his body in the backseat of his car, then drove away quickly.

The hospital was just down the road. Sam stepped on the gas and tried his best to focus.

He tried not to look in the rear view mirror..

He didn't want to see him.. Not if he was gone..

He could only pull out his phone and punch in a number that had grown so familiar, then pressed the phone to his ear.

"Hey! This is Crystal. You know what to do."

"Hey! I need you to call me as soon as you get this message. This isn't about us. I just need to know if you smoked or took anything at the party tonight.. If you did, you gotta call 911 'cause it might've been laced with some bad shit.. okay? Call me back."

He quickly hung up and threw his phone on the passenger's seat carelessly.

The sun had already began to rise as he pulled into the hospital.

He hopped out of the car and waved down the first group of people he saw. A group of nurses and doctors on a smoke break just outside the E.R.

"Can someone please help me?!" Sam breathlessly begged, Harry in his arms once again as he approached the group.

When they turned to look at him, he noticed something strange..

Some of them seemed to be crying..

One of the nurses quickly put out her cigarette and walked over to Sam.

"What's your emergency, sir?" She asked.

"I-It's my friend. I think he OD'd.."

"Okay.. I'll have a look at 'im.. Help me lay him down."

"What– Here?! On the sidewalk..?" Sam asked, confusion and bewilderment in his voice.

"Yeah."

"Shouldn't we put him on a gurney? Get some paramedics or somethin'?—"

"That's not an option right now." The nurse firmly and quickly replied, "Let's get him on the floor."

Slowly and carefully, with a hint of hesitation, Sam put Harry down on the sidewalk, the nurse dropping down to her knees with him and started checking Harry's vitals, leaving Sam to stand up and cross his arms, rock back and forth nervously as he chewed on his nails, the anxiety too much for him to bear..

It didn't take her very long..

When she stood up and looked at him, he knew what she was about to say.

"I'm very sorry, sir.." She shook her head, giving him an apologetic look, "But your friend is dead.. "

Sam breathed in through his nose and nodded, "Okay.." He let out a deep breath, "I'd still like to see a doctor, though.. Get a diagnosis– Can we do that?—"

"Right now is not the best time."

Sam gave out a bitter chuckle, "What the fuck does that even mean?!"

"I think it'd be best, sir, to take five minutes to collect yourself." She told him, her tone calm and cool— just as you would expect a nurse to be. She watched Sam's demeanor relax, "Call the deceased parents.. And then you can leave your friend here and go home.."

"What kind'a hospital is this?" Sam asked, his tone calmer but his veins running with burning rage, "You want me to leave my friend's body on the side of the road." He emphasized the last few words, allowing her to grasp the magnitude of her instructions, "Where are the paramedics? Why are the doctors standing there crying? What the fuck is goin' on here?" He rapidly fired his questions at her, watching her shake her head and attempt to answer each one in time, but getting interrupted by his next demanding inquiry.

She let out a soft breath, her eyes glued to the floor, "Something bad happened last night.." She told him.

Sam narrowed his questioning eyes, prodding her to continue.

"All of our patients died in their sleep.."

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