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ggukkiedae · 3 years ago

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❝𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡❞

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜:

⇢ hannah meets up with one of her close friends to catch up; alternatively: the fox and the quokka meet again

⇢ set in mid april 2021

𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜:

⇢ conversations written in italics are spoken in english. feedback is highly appreciated!

Hannah shook her head fondly as she watched Yoonmi race down the hall towards the recording studio frequently seen on vlive. She and Yeonjun exchanged amused looks as the young girl excitedly entered the room, yelling the name of her older brother.

“Come on,” Yeonjun placed a hand on her back and sped their pace up, “or else Chan hyung’s gonna use us not being there as an excuse to stay longer.”

She scoffed at that, following Yeonjun regardless. “Please, he’d drop everything for Yoonmi anytime, and you know that.”

Yeonjun’s laugh was the only response she got as they entered the studio. The door opened immediately as they arrived in front of it, revealing Yoonmi dragging a chuckling Chan away to probably her manager’s car.

“Looks like they’ll be gone for a while,” Changbin laughed from the inside before nodding at her with a smile and turning to Yeonjun. “Let’s go before Wooyoung and Haknyeon decide to make us pay for being late.”

Yeonjun nodded and stepped out with Changbin, ruffling her hair on his way out. “See you in a bit, Hannah.

She glared at him a little before turning towards her friend who remained cleaning up the studio. They haven’t been able to see each other since their promotions overlapped. Or since the award shows, actually. “Hey, quokka.”

“Miss foxy,” Jisung playfully bowed at her before continuing to gather up his stuff, “long time no see. You hungry?”

“Always,” she playfully rolled her eyes at him, “or have you forgotten already?”

“Not when you and Yongbok have been constantly sending each other desserts. No cookies recently?”

“Yoonmi makes the best cookies, and she always sends some over to Chan hyung for you guys. Felix told me.”

The betrayed look he had on his face when he realized this made her laugh. It dawned on her that, though Chan may have told Felix to let the others get some cookies whenever they want, Felix must have kept it a secret. He loved Yoonmi’s cookies, so it was no surprise.

“He never told us!”

“Come on, let’s go eat.”

The two friends found themselves in the JYP cafeteria, food paid for with Jisung’s credits. He had a whole set of food in his tray, which was quite a drastic difference from her single bowl of salad. He frowned when he saw her tray.

“Just a salad?”

She shrugged. “We’re in the middle of promotions, so I’m dieting.”

“Nope,” he placed a plate of pasta on her tray and some extra side dishes, “your boyfriend and members are gonna kill me if I don’t feed you. Our food’s all organic, anyway. It’ll be fine. We’re sharing side dishes, by the way.”

She rolled her eyes but followed him to an empty table. They settled across from each other and began digging in. The conversation carried smoothly, as if they didn’t have a solid four or four months of not seeing each other. It switched from the food to normal catching up to preparations.

“Your comeback’s really good, by the way,” Jisung noted. “I listened to the whole album. Really good. You worked on lyrics, too!”

“Just a bit,” her tone was humble as she moved the salad around on her plate. “I thought it was fitting since it’s our first full album, so I did my best. Sorry for bothering you for help, by the way. I know you’re pretty busy with Kingdom.”

“Please,” he shook his head, “I needed the distraction. We were so caught up on preparing for the show, so I needed to forget it just a little.”

“How are you guys, by the way? I’ve seen your past few performances.” A teasing smirk made its way up to her face while she looked up from her food to meet his eyes. “I liked your cover of I’ll Be Your Man. Very impressive high notes there, mister main rapper. Very desperate.”

Jisung snorted and tossed a little sausage from their side dishes onto her plate. “Shut up, you know the performance is supposed to seem desperate.”

“What’s coming up? The collaboration stage, right?” She took a moment to recall the last episode’s ending. “It’s a shame that you guys aren’t working with The Boyz. You, Eric, and Sunwoo rapping together would have been cool.”

“You’re friends with Sunwoo?”

“We’ve met, but you already know I talk to English line the most.” She jolted up straight upon remembering something, startling Jisung into hitting his leg against the table. The boy curled in on himself a little, making her laugh. “Sorry about that. Did you hear? Changmin oppa invited me to co-host your sports day!”

That was the reason why she had been in a meeting the day before right after their schedules. She didn’t expect that she’d be brought straight to the company right after her schedules with NCT Dream, much less did she expect that she’d be meeting with a few higher ups and some Mnet staff alongside her senior for a cameo.

Jisung raised an eyebrow at her. “What? You’re coming to watch our sports day?”

“Co-host, but yeah.”

“This is gonna be so funny,” he laughed. “You know that, even if you have a boyfriend now, Juyeon hyung has an idol crush on you, right?”

“Stop!” Her hand went to her forehead in embarrassment. “Eric always mentions it whenever we talk, I swear.”

The smirk on her friend’s face sent a chill down her spine. “But there’s also Seonghwa hyung and Chani… Oh my god, man! What is it with you and these older guys, huh?”

“One more word out of your mouth, Han Jisung, and I’m telling Chan oppa that you had a crush on Yoonmi.”

Ah, yes. This short-lived crush her friend had on her other friend which amused her to no end every time he’d talk to her about how Yoonmi’s lyrics hit different, how her on stage persona is captivating, how she’s adorable in BTS content, or how her rap is unmatched by any other girl idols. Jisung, like many other fourth generation idols (and some from third generation) had fallen for the international sweetheart, and she made sure to tease him about it whenever given the chance.

Jisung groaned, “Of course I tease you about other’s having a crush on you, but you can’t tease me about people liking me.”

“Hey, if it means anything,” she began, “I used to like you the slightest bit back in late 2019 when we did those collab stages. Nothing much, it died as soon as it started, so don’t get too cocky.”

The slightly astonished look on her friends face made her remind him that it was a momentary thing rather than a prolonged crush. This, of course, didn’t stop Jisung from poking fun at her.

“Aye, I’m so telling your boyfriend,” Jisung laughed.

She gave him a pointed look. “Nothing is kept a secret in our group, and he’s in the same unit as one of the people most overprotective of me.”

The 00-liner wisely kept his mouth shut, making her laugh. A silence passed between the two before they silently agreed on not speaking about these infatuations ever again. She finished the last of her food before rummaging around her bag and pulling out a small bottle. It was something she didn’t use often, but prefered whenever she didn’t have to promote. Black nail polish.

“I brought this, by the way,” she mentioned as her phone started ringing. “I don’t know why you asked for it, but here you go.”

“Nice,” he took the bottle, “now answer your phone while I finish my food.”

The familiar face on her screen brought a subconscious smile to her face the moment she got her phone out of her pocket. It was her none other than her boyfriend, Liu Yangyang. She chuckled a little before answering the phone.

“Hey, Schnucki. I’m with Hannie right now. Jisung, say hi.”

She brought the phone closer to Jisung’s face, where he awkwardly greeted the boy on the other end of the phone. The awkwardness made her laugh and take it back. Maybe she should have waited until after he swallowed before making him say hi.

“Me again!”

“Have you eaten dinner yet?” Yangyang asked her with the slightest hint of concern in his voice. “Renjun told me you skipped out on the food your manager got you guys on the way home.”

“Hwang Injun, that snitch.” Her mumbling was easily caught by Jisung who snorted in amusement. She lightly smacked his arm from across the table then went back to her conversation. “I just ate dinner! JYP Entertainment’s special organic food is pretty filling, don’t worry.”

“Alright,” his voice sounded relieved. “How long are you gonna be there? Will you be back too late? You still have an early start tomorrow.”

She chuckled at her boyfriend’s questions. Ever since their jacket shoot, her schedule had been filled with preparations for NCT Dream’s comeback. Yangyang had been texting her good morning everyday without fail and constantly checking up on her to make sure she was still functioning properly somehow. For some reason, she found this endearing about him. He usually wouldn’t seem like that type of boyfriend, but he is.

“I’ll be here until Yoonmi finishes shopping for her future nephew and Yeonjun oppa comes back from dinner with the 99s. Hannie’s taking care of me, don’t worry.”

Jisung’s scoff from across the table made her send him a pointed look.

“Could you put me on speaker?”

“Hold on.”

One more warning look was sent towards Jisung as she placed the phone on the table. Jisung looked at her curiously before turning towards the phone.

“Yangyang?” he called out cautiously.

“Hi, Han,” Yangyang greeted. “I know we only spoke a few times, but I hope it’s not too much to ask to take care if Hannah?”

“No problem, bro,” the Stray Kids member nodded despite the fact that the WayV boy couldn’t see him. “We’ll just be here in the company, there’s a bunch of places to lounge in and a lot of food.”

There was a laugh from the other end of the phone. “Thanks for taking care of my pet fox.”

“Excuse me,” she interjected, making the two boys laugh, “I will sheer your hair off your head, you sheep.”

“Kidding! Anyway, Han, you’re Hannah’s friend, so I’m trusting her with you. As a friend, right?”

Jisung chuckled. “Of course. No need to worry.”

Hannah snatched up her phone and turned speaker off before the conversation could get any longer. “Is that it?”

“I’m at the dreamie dorm right now, so I’m expecting cuddles when you get back.”

A slight chuckle escaped her lips as she playfully rolled her eyes. “As long as you’re out of the dorms by 1:30am at the latest, okay?”

“Of course, babe.” The wink was evident in his voice, she didn’t even need to see him to know he did. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“See you later, Schnucki.”

With that, she hung up her phone and looked up to find Jisung looking at her with a teasing smile. “What?”

“You’re so whipped,” he drew out. “Honestly! The smile on your face says it all. It’s different from when you’re talking to your members or your other friends.”

“My smile?”

Looking back on it, Jeno did mention that there was something different in the way she looked at Yangyang. Donghyuck mentioned it as well while jokingly whining about her not giving him as sweet of a smile. Even Yoonmi told her that she sometimes catches Mark smiling at her the way Hannah smiles at Yangyang. Was it really that noticeable?

With a shake of her head, she picked up the black nail polish bottle once again. “What do you want to do with this?”

“Could you paint my nails?”

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itsuki-minamy · 3 years ago

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LIMITED KINGSHIP, WAR STORIES:

CHAPTER 2: HEKIREKI & SENDEN

* Mini Episodes KFCN (List of Chapters) * Projects & Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

Suddenly he realized that the enemy was gone.

The surroundings were full of the dead. Most of the folded corpses belonged to members of the "Purgatory" clan who wore black clothes. Fifteen minutes ago, a hasty force led by Gouki Zenjo raided that warehouse after being contacted by the intelligence department. And then the warehouse turned into a terrible battlefield.

With "Hekireki" bloody on his shoulder, Zenjo started looking for the next enemy to attack. But that no longer existed.

The battle was over and the remnants were hunting. There were still some in black who resisted, but it was only a matter of time before they were crushed or smashed. While he was thinking that, Bado's iron spear pierced one of the black ones, and Azuma's twin sword stabbed another. The "Purgatory" clan member, who had decent fighting ability, didn't seem to be staying anywhere.

"How boring."

He hit the field in an unsightly way and lowered "Hekireki" to the ground.

The next moment, the pile of corpses exploded.

"Zenjo!"

Fresh blood came out from the sword wound all over the body, and flames came from both feet, the one in black clothes was good at fighting. A deadly surprise attack that hid the corpse of a colleague. Long before he understood it, Zenjo tried to shake "Hekireki" with his own super reaction.

He could not.

According to a later investigation, it was an inadvertent collaboration between those in black. One in black that lay behind Zenjo was dying, but was still breathing. With the last of his strength, he grabbed the "outside" blade, regardless of whether his fingers fell.

That caused a delay of a few seconds. Zenjo was just looking at the flaming fingers approaching in front of him, holding "Hekireki's" fixed handle.

But he just grabbed Zenjo's nose.

"You need more than that..."

The one in black clothes who attacked Zenjo stopped in midair. Blood poured from the edge of his mouth which opened and closed with bloody eyes wide open. A thin saber protruded from his chest, and the saber that pierced his chest diagonally from below suddenly stopped the one in black clothing.

"Ah!"

A cheerful voice that did not seem to belong to the place, resounded behind the one in black clothes.

"I'm sorry I made a mistake! Zenjo-san, can you take care of it please?"

It was as easy as asking him to take the remote there. After blinking, Zenjo passed by "Hekireki" and frequently shook the ones in black clothes.

The flames that clung to both feet disappeared.

The body of the man in black, who had lost his neck, was thrown to the ground. A young man standing there waved his saber and wiped off the blood. The friendly look reminded him of a laughing dog.

"No, I made a mistake. If you tap it, it can't be the case, huh? Hahaha…"

"Kuze. You saved me."

Young Kuse laughed cheerfully and waved.

"I just did something extra. Zenjo-san, you could have handled it with a margin."

"No, I couldn't react now. I would have been 'without a nose' at best, because it was aiming at my head."

"Well, is that so? That's good. Soon it's new soba season!"

Zenjo smirked as he tapped on Kuze's shoulder, saying that he was out of focus.

"This season's buckwheat noodles are pretty good too. I'll use chopsticks when I get back to the barracks. Thanks for your help."

"Oh then, make it soba."

"What? Are you going to ask me to make arrangements again?"

Kuse was smiling. Zenjo saw the smile as if he was amazed. Not suitable for a bright appearance, this young man had a very persistent character.

"Well, I wish I could go home."

"Oh, thanks!"

As Kuze struck a gutsy pose, Zenjo shrugged and walked towards a group of hurrying troops who had begun to take care of the remaining work.

++++++++++

The war was escalating.

Kagutsu Detention Center "Red King" crackdown operation. The attack from "Scepter 4" intended to kill Kagutsu Genji was unsuccessful in retrospect. Although the force of "Purgatory" was greatly reduced, the original purpose of the operation was not finally achieved, and Kagutsu left his territory and fled, and the remaining clan members divided into thousands and went into hiding. The hive was destroyed, but the queen bee and the soldier bees were flying now.

The activities of the scattered members of the "Purgatory" clan were almost the same as before. Whenever something happened, there was a danger that they would explode. "Scepter 4" chased after them and they were incapacitated as soon as they were discovered, but "Purgatory" wasn't just silently hunted to death. The damage caused by a fierce counterattack who did not care about his own life was turning into a social problem that could not be covered even by "Tokijikuin".

There were two pressing issues.

One was the search and murder of Kagutsu as soon as possible. As long as that "King" will continue to exist on earth, this war would never end.

And the other was to increase the strength of "Scepter 4".

The battle with "Purgatory", who burned the people, burned the city and even burned themselves, was slowly shaving the staff of "Scepter 4". To make up for the loss, they touted that they had the cause of the war and recruited a large number of talented personnel from the relevant ministries.

Shuichiro Kuze was one of those supplemental staff members.

Originally a police officer, he achieved outstanding results on both his aptitude and skill tests, and joined the "Scepter 4" running unit at exceptional speed. He was a rare human resource who had already been dispatched several times and was not afraid to fight the deadly "Purgatory", but instead displayed a simulation as if he was enjoying it.

For some reason, Kuze teamed up with Zenjo.

Even now, Kuze and Zenjo were undergoing simulated one-on-one training in the training ground of the "Scepter 4" barracks. Except for the fact that the product was a bamboo sword, it was a form of training that came as close to the actual battle as possible. Even attacks on key points were tolerated wherever they were covered by armor.

Kuze raised the bamboo sword to eye level and turned its blade towards Zenjo.

Zenjo carried a large bamboo sword on his shoulder and was about to attack him.

Kuze's specialty was "pushing". His stab, fired by explosive acceleration with a different ability, was roughly equal to the speed of a bullet. It would be impossible to react if it were the perception of an ordinary person.

But, of course, Zenjo was not an ordinary person.

"Let's go!"

The next moment that Kuze said that, the figure disappeared.

An extraordinary light that glowed fluttering blue like the tail of a meteor. Before recognizing it, Zenjo's body was moving. The speed God's sword judgment darted into the void on the right.

Zenjo's bamboo sword touched Kuze's sword that jutted out without fail.

"Ah!"

As he wielded the sword of pursuit, Zenjo was impressed. Viewed from above, the location of the different abilities would have looked like a rank "nine". A blow from outside the field of vision due to explosive acceleration, but it did not exceed Zenjo's reaction speed.

"Che!"

Kuze sped up again, leaving a childish click of the tongue. As he repeated sharp turns ignoring the laws of physics, he jumped incessantly. He was like a spring-loaded toy that swept across the training ground.

Zenjo stopped chasing him with his eyes and closed his lids.

Behind.

Before he felt it, his body was still moving. He turns and cut the space behind him. The cut that was shot deflected Kuze's thrust horizontally upward and hit him like he was a face shield.

"Damn!"

With a stupid voice, Kuze struck and fell to the ground of the training ground. If he had been serious, he would have lost his nose.

"This is the ninth."

Carrying the bamboo sword on his shoulder again, Zenjo said that without pride. Kuze, who had stretched out into a large shape, lifted his upper body as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I thought I could pull it off now... Zenjo-san, do you have eyes behind you?"

"Well, it's clear. You can understand it even if you can't see it."

"Mm... Zenjo-san, another one! Please."

When Kuze lifted his index finger, Zenjo was truly astonished and showed the training ground clock with his chin.

"It's closing time. It will be tomorrow."

"Really? Absolutely tomorrow!"

"I wish they hadn't sent me."

Saying that, while he was a bit crowded, Zenjo headed for the exit. Kuze also put the bamboo sword in a bag and bounced after him.

After taking a shower together, they had dinner later.

The barracks cafeteria was quiet, probably because it was late. Zenjo ordered a hazaru soba and Kuze a kitsune udon, and they ate together.

Kuze talked to Zenjo all the time while he ate.

"Zenjo-san, are you attached to the army?"

"Hmm?"

" I belonged there. There are a lot of people like that in 'Scepter 4', right?"

Surely it was so. The personnel of "Scepter 4" came mainly from other security organizations. Unless they didn't lack combat training on a daily basis, they couldn't withstand the battle with "Purgatory."

However, the situation was different for Zenjo.

After slurping his soba, he said...

"I am from a mountain."

"Mountain?"

"When I was waving a stick in the mountains, I met Habari, so I followed him."

Kuze blinked twice as he pinched the fried food with chopsticks.

"Well, what was that? What kind of situation?"

"Thanks, like I said."

Answering only that, Zenjo took a sip of soba again.

Kuze stared at Zenjo for a while with a surprised face, and then...

"Fu…"

He shook his shoulders and started laughing.

"Hahahahahahahaha! What's wrong, did you meet the commander in the mountains and follow him? Hahaha, Zenjo-san, are you a youkai?"

Zenjo was disappointed in Kuze, who bent over his body and laughed like a child. It was surprising that he was laughed at, although it was not his intention to make him laugh.

"No, sorry, I'm not going to make a fool of myself. But that was very interesting."

"Is it interesting?"

"It's incredibly interesting! I've never met such a person!"

"Mmm...?"

He wondered if that was the case. Originally, Zenjo was a guy who didn't understand many things. If they told him it was interesting, it would be true.

"No, you're good at 'Scepter 4' after all. It's not boring."

As he cheerfully said that, Kuze drank the udon from him. As Zenjo ate the soba noodles, he looked at Kuze as if he was looking at something strange.

"Bored?"

"Yes. The workplace in front of me was already boring. Anyone can do it, such as document preparation, on-site verification and traffic control. More like this, a fierce car chase with the criminal! Fighting battle! Shooting! I was imagining it."

He lifted the bowl and drank the soup.

"So it's so boring that I shouldn't do it. When I was thinking about it, they asked me and I came to try it. I can do what I want every day! It's a lot of fun, right? That's why I think you adapt very well to "Scepter 4"!

Zenjo scratched his cheeks while Kuze drank, wiped his mouth and clasped his hands with a "Thanks for the food!"

"Uh..."

"Isn't that the case with Zenjo-san? Don't you do it because it's medicinal?"

"Eh?"

He wondered if that was the case. Was he enjoying the battle with "Purgatory"?

There was no doubt that he was elevated during the battle. On the battlefield where a momentary judgment divides life and death, that feeling that inspires all cells cannot be experienced anywhere else.

But he didn't think he was struggling to taste it.

When he swung his sword under Habari's command in "Scepter 4", he felt that he was breathing properly. It seemed natural to do so and it "fit." He didn't know if he could describe it as funny.

"Well, that's correct."

It became difficult to think of the way and Zenjo answered that.

"That's right! Well, I'm glad you feel the same way as me!"

Kuze laughed in a friendly way and then a mysterious light fell on his eyes.

"But lately, it's more fun practicing with Zenjo-san than interacting with 'Purgatory'."

"Really?"

"Yes, because Zenjo-san is much stronger than them, so it's fun to do it. Hey, Zenjo-san. Someday, with me…"

Kuze cut off the words when he suddenly remembered. After blinking several times, the mysterious light disappeared. Then suddenly he stood up and held the bowl of kitsune udon in his hands.

"Sorry, it's nothing! So, good night!"

With a smile, Kuze went to the place where the dishes were being returned.

As he drank his soba, Zenjo rebelled against Kuze's words.

(Well, I'm glad you feel the same way as me!)

Maybe it wasn't.

Although they belonged to the same "Scepter 4" and wielded a saber, he felt that something was decisively different between him and Kuze.

He didn't know what it was. He didn't want to think until he knew. Thinking again that he was okay, Zenjo dropped the green onion seasoning into crushed chunks.

++++++++++

Three days later, the hidden member of the "Purgatory" clan in Minari-cho, Fengze-ku, was discovered.

According to the information department report, there was only one member. However, the problem is that he was hiding in the houses of common people. They threatened the inhabitants and parasitized their lives themselves. A bully lurked in his house and behaved inattentive. The father of the family, who could not bear such a situation, rushed to a public institution and discovered his existence.

In response to this, "Scepter 4" quickly formed a unit that rushed over. They ran to the site to "exterminate" the abominable parasite.

However, this time, it was not possible to get through the gate with the transport vehicle and cut it randomly. After all, the other party was alone and the detained hostages were a mother and two young children, according to the father's information. If they took action inadvertently, it would have the worst consequences.

The operation required speed and stealth. "Scepter 4", the deputy director, Gen Shiotsu, selected the appropriate personnel and devised a strategy.

Shuichiro Kuse was included in the staff, but it was boring for him.

Kuze was toying with that idea while biting his yawn in the car.

It had already been three hours since they arrived at the place. Because "Scepter 4" stood out in a transport vehicle, they used an ordinary sedan type and stopped from hiding to blind spot. Kuze sighed softly, looking at him stagnant out the window.

He wished he could rush in and kill him.

It would be easy. He would jump out the door, go through the second floor and invade, and drive the saber into the heart of the guy in black. That was all that was needed.

Kuze understood why he was selected as a runner. The small body was suitable for infiltration, and the "Senden" saber he had was also a slim custom-made one, so it should work effectively in a small room.

So he wanted to do it as soon as possible.

Finally, the long-awaited command came from insiders.

"The target has taken the hostage. I enclose the location."

"Yes!"

He sprang to his feet, grabbed the saber, opened the passenger seat door, and Kuze broke into a run.

In seconds, the target house came into view. When he was hiding behind the wall of a neighbor's house and observing the situation, the transmitter spoke a voice again.

"The target is in the bathroom on the second floor. The children cannot confirm the whereabouts of their mother in the next room. Each member must pay the utmost attention and do everything in their power to secure the hostages."

"Kuze, ready!"

With a light tone, Kuze pulled "Senden" out of the scabbard.

He held his breath and waited for the moment. The plan of the house is engraved on his head. All the images of how he would move, what kind of path he would take and how he would kill the one in black clothes were created in Kuze's brain.

Kuze himself did not know that there were no hostages there.

"Fast!"

By the time Shiotsu's voice echoed, Kuze was jumping.

He jumped off the wall, landed on the ceiling, and ran. At the edge of the field of vision, he could see a blue trail that went through him in the same way. There were a total of four runners, all their own competitors, who aspired to the life of a single man in black. Kuze licked his lips and accelerated to the point where the shingles broke.

He jumped with the same impulse, he broke the second floor window with his body and ran inside.

"Eh?!"

He heard a high-pitched voice. Kuze invaded the children's room on the second floor. According to the information, two children who were less than elementary school students were shaking in a corner of the room.

Kuze ignored it.

The problem was that of black clothes. If he killed him, everything would be solved. So that should take precedence. Kuze thought that way and stepped out into the second floor hallway.

Their eyes met.

There was a figure in black clothes in the bathroom that was left open. However, when Kuze found him, he was strangling and using the children's mother as a shield.

"Stay away, blue clothes! This woman will die!"

He could barely see the one in black who was angry. Very firmly, he was hiding behind the woman. The scared woman shook her head, while she shook her head, he looked and disappeared his face burned in black.

Before thinking of anything, Kuze was kicking the ground.

If he killed him, that would be it. That was the only priority, and everything else was wiped from Kuze's head.

Many things happened at the same time.

"Kuze, stop!" One of the rushing staff members yelled.

"Damn it!" The man in black's burned face turned red, and the flame-filled woman screamed in tears.

Time seemed to flow slowly. He could feel precisely the extraordinary light of "Senden", the heat of the flames that sprouted from the face of the man in black and the smell of the flesh that enveloped her.

In the slowdown time, Kuze analyzed various factors and...

(Oh, this person can't be helped anymore.), he thought.

Too easily, he cut off the hostage's life.

This being the case, the hostage's body was no longer a problem. It was just a corpse, a wall of flesh less than 8 inches.

It did not hinder "Senden".

With a half-smile, Kuze stabbed hard forward.

A bright blue tip pierced the woman's chest, and the heart of the man in black was skewered and glued to the bathroom wall.

"......"

The woman opened and closed her mouth. Kuze tilted his head and looked at her face, thinking that she looks like a dying goldfish.

When Kuze drew the saber, the woman and the one in black fell one on top of the other. Their bloods mixed.

The bodies clung to each other and wet Kuze's shoes.

He takes a breath and inform the others.

"We have deactivated the objective. The mission is complete."

At the same time, an angry sound rang out from behind.

"Kuze! Damn! What did you do?!"

He thought, and looked at the owner of the voice as if he was confused. It was Shinohara, who belonged to the same group as him. He was yelling something when he flushed with anger, but Kuze couldn't understand the meaning of the word. He turned his neck and face away to keep them from flying off.

The frozen facial expressions of the two boys, looking through the door, were reflected in Kuze's field of vision.

++++++++++

"Do you know what you did?"

"Scepter 4", Shiotsu made a heavy voice in the barracks interview room.

Shuichiro Kuze, standing in front of him, replied as if nothing had happened.

"I killed the member of the 'Purgatory' clan. I think it was an unavoidable decision in that situation."

"Right now, 'Purgatory' is not the problem. The problem is Kuze, you stabbed the hostage and killed her."

"I did not murder her. At that time, the woman had already been killed by the one in black clothes. Should I be so reprimanded for damaging her corpse?"

Shiotsu had various reports in front of him.

"Shinohara's report is different. At that time, Shinohara said that the woman was still alive. However, he testified that you ignored the warning and approached the black-robed one and went through him."

"In my eyes, she looked dead."

Kuze spoke clearly.

"I think it would have been difficult to help her, even if she had a break. Is it the right decision to leave the dangerous clansman to help a dying woman? If the action was delayed, hers, two of her children and I could have been euthanized."

"It is not you who should judge whether the woman would be saved or not."

"The judgment of the site should be left to the members of the site."

Shiotsu groaned softly.

What Kuze said was correct in some respects. In the battle with "Purgatory", a momentary misjudgment could be fatal. And that moment came innumerably. It was not enough to have many lives if they were all compared with the regulations of the body and the current law. Above all, Kuze said that a certain amount of excessive acts should be allowed to protect one's life.

But…

Shiotsu watched Kuze's expression.

There was no expression floating there. Self-blame, regret, remorse. He couldn't read any of the emotions the one with the almost innocent human hands would have.

Shiotsu muttered to himself that that was the real problem.

"Kuze..."

At that moment, Shiotsu silently inhaled, and then...

"Where do you think the meaning of 'Scepter 4' is?"

"Eh…?"

"Answer it. What's 'Scepter 4' for?"

For the first time, the color of hesitation reached Kuze's expression.

As he listened to Shiotsu, Kuze replied.

"Kill the enemy. Annihilate "Purgatory" and bring peace to society."

Shiotsu sighed deeply and said.

"No. You are definitely misunderstanding."

"......"

"Our mission is to protect the general public. The sword to protect those who cannot resist the weapon of incompetence, that is 'Scepter 4'."

"It's the same as I said, right?"

In the words that Kuze muttered, unprecedented emotions appeared.

He was frustrated.

"Killing those in black clothes is to protect the general public. If they are left unattended, tens or even hundreds of people will die if they are not treated well. To avoid that, isn't it natural to leave two people alone?"

"Still, we should not be the ones to kill. We should be the ones to protect the people. If there is a defenseless civilian, that is why we have the power to protect ourselves."

"It's stupid."

Kuze laughed through his nose. His dark and bright gaze seemed harsher, as he generally had a friendly gaze.

"Why do we have to do that? It is so stupid for a good person to be sacrificed for an inferior person."

Shiotsu closed his eyes.

What swirled around his chest was not anger at Kuze, but responsibility for himself.

He may have been too impatient to make up for the personnel lost in the battle with "Purgatory". He had hired a person who lacked the most important qualities, distracted only by the ability to fight. He should have known well what would happen if that person had a different ability and special power.

People who cannot control themselves will eventually use their different abilities as they wish.

How is it different from "Purgatory"?

Shiotsu slowly opened his eyes and said in a low voice,

"Shuichiro Kuse. Say goodbye to "Scepter 4" from now on."

++++++++++

Kuze, who came out of the interview room, was looking vaguely at the ceiling of the hallway.

(I blew it.), he thought.

With that in mind, he sighs. This time, he looked down at the ground and started walking.

When he was called by Shiotsu, Kuze had decided what he should do. That was a field decision and he didn't think he had done anything wrong. He intended to stick to that statement.

It is the members of the field who exchange lives. However, it was not uncommon for him to be blamed for a later trial. It was a common feeling not only for Kuze but also for the ER personnel.

Shiotsu was smart and looked closely at the members. That is why he thought that he would not give such a severe punishment based on his thoughts.

"He was telling me something strange."

Kuze lied and looked at his hand. When he focused his consciousness there, the blue glow of the extraordinary shimmered.

It was proof that he was an excellent person and a chosen one.

Kuze couldn't respond well to Shiotsu's words asking the meaning of "Scepter 4". That was because Kuze didn't know. Therefore, he got a rag out of there. It didn't matter if the general public died or lived, he knew that his true intentions would probably not be forgiven within the organization, so he hid it.

The important thing for Kuze was to use that power in all directions to fight. Fight "Purgatory", bypass the momentary deadline and end the life of the enemy. Never in a dull life until now, was it a bright day.

That was stolen from him.

Because he took a boring life from a boring human.

Kuze sighed again and suddenly raised his face.

A familiar giant was walking down the hall. Kuze laughed and raised a hand.

"Hey, Zenjo-san."

"Oh, Kuze?"

Zenjo's eyebrows widened when he noticed that Kuze was there for the first time.

"What are you doing in a place like this? Is it training?"

"No."

Kuze laughed bitterly and...

"Hey, I've been preaching to the vice principal. I'm here for that."

"Oh, Shiotsu? It's loud."

Sympathy reached Zenjo's eyes. Seeing that, Kuze's smile changed to a natural one.

That person knew himself.

He had always felt that way. Zenjo, like himself, rejoiced in the fight. He was a person who should have the nature of killing people rather than helping people. So, Kuze was sure that if he talked about the situation, this person would be on his side.

"But you're almost right."

Zenjo simply denied the idea.

"Eh?"

"Shiotsu is loud, but he's always right. If he claims something from you, you're wrong. I wonder what he was. Apologize properly."

"......"

Kuze looked at his toes.

"Yes, what is that?"

"If that is all."

"I see."

Kuze scratched his head again with a bitter smile.

"In a way that's correct. I thought it was suitable for 'Scepter 4', but surprisingly, isn't it?"

"Eh?"

Zenjo mysteriously shook his head, thought for a moment and then nodded.

"That's right. You said you were the same as me, but I think you are different from me."

"......"

"I can't put it right. You might not be good at 'Scepter 4'. You should stop in time."

Zenjo said that in a wonderful and irresponsible way.

Kuze was about to start laughing. Interestingly, he didn't get mad at all. This was because it had been broadcast that Zenjo was saying that from the bottom of his heart without any malicious intent.

After all, Kuze didn't dislike Zenjo. He was clean, natural, and stronger than anyone. That's why he liked dealing with this person, because he could fight without shackles.

He regretted thinking that he couldn't do that from now on.

Then, Kuze suddenly glowed.

"Ah!"

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Sorry Zenjo-san, I just remembered my errand now! I'm done!"

In a hurry, Kuze ran down the hall. Zenjo said, "Oh...?", and gave up, but Kuze suddenly stopped and looked back.

"Please help me again later!"

Zenjo laughed and nodded.

"Oh, I have to be sent."

"Still, please!"

Kuze ran away, saying just that with a smile.

It was that night that Shuichiro Kuze disappeared with "Senden".

++++++++++

When he got out of the transport car, a warm wind caressed Zenjo's cheeks.

The policeman raised his face and smelled a faint smell on the wind. He was delving into the battlefield with "Purgatory". He smelled like sticky, burnt blood.

According to the map, the back alley where the discovery of the men in black was reported was divided into T-shapes. The unit split into three hands, blocking all exits. The most important thing to prevent was that those in black clothes escaped. They had to make sure to capture or neutralize them, even if they took some risks.

At that moment, in front of Zenjo, the entrance to the back alley was black and open.

"Over there."

At random, Zenjo entered an alley.

The back alley was narrow and dark. Polyethylene buckets and outdoor units blocked the street, and the walls of the building that approached from the left and right blocked the sunlight. If one in black clothes came out of the shadows and emitted a flame of extraordinary skill, there would be no way around it. It could be said that this was also a dead place.

Still, Zenjo was not afraid and advanced slowly.

The process suddenly stopped.

Shinohara, who was following Zenjo, said groaning.

"What is the situation? What is this?"

One in black clothes was dead, as if his back was against the wall of the building.

Wide-eyed and in a pool of blood. The burned right hand was soaked in the blood clot, burning and producing black smoke. This was probably the cause of the smell.

In the first place, it was a mystery from the initial discovery report.

It was said that several of the black clothes were fighting. At the time, there were no "Scepter 4" units deployed nearby, and since the Hiiragi incident, the police had been told to stay away from the men in black. Most likely it was a fight between those in black, but in the current situation where they were hiding in a scattered way, he did not think they would do such an outstanding act.

So who was fighting the ones in black?

Zenjo, who was inspecting the corpse in black, said the answer.

"It's Kuze."

"What…?!"

"It is pierced all over the body. This is due to 'Senden'."

Saying that, Zenjo stood up.

Since that night, Kuze's whereabouts have been known to be uncertain. Kuze's legal status was the same as an "Illegal Strain" since he was fired from "Scepter 4". They had to capture him and put a skill suppressor on him, but there weren't enough personnel to track him down in "Scepter 4".

Kuze killed the ones in black and, perhaps, he was still hiding in that place.

"But why is Kuze here?"

Shinohara said that, and suddenly closed his mouth.

Someone slowly emerged from the darkness behind the alley.

It was also one of black clothes.

"Oh, fufu...!"

His face was distorted with anger and hatred, and blood was pouring from his entire body to the point that his black suit was still drenched in red and black. Legs wobbly, the one in black slowly approached.

"Gah!"

The tip of the saber protruded from his chest.

The saber was instantly pulled out and the one in black collapsed to his knees.

Zenjo spoke the name from behind him, standing there.

"Hekireki."

"Oh, Zenjo-san!"

Dressed in a dark green raincoat, Kuze smiled at his face, which had been bathed in blood, and called out to Zenjo cheerfully.

"No, I'm lucky! I can't get it all of a sudden!"

"What are you doing?"

"What?"

Eyes blinking, Kuze looked around him, and mysteriously at himself.

"What's wrong? It's not a job. I got fired from 'Scepter 4'."

He shook "Senden" to spill the blood.

"But if you look for the black clothes, 'Scepter 4' will come, right? Maybe Zenjo-san is there! I thought it was good."

While he smiled, Kuze,

"I never thought we could meet at once! I'm lucky! So…"

He crouched down and pointed the tip of "Senden".

"Let's go."

Before Zenjo thought of anything, Kuze was kicking the ground.

The glow of the blue genie was diffusely reflected in the narrow back alley. He bounced off the ground, scaled walls, emergency stairs, he went up, down, left and right, and hit everything, drawing an unpredictable trajectory like a pinball.

Shinohara, who was behind Zenjo, couldn't even follow Kuze with his eyes. But Zenjo reacted.

It was also an action before thinking. The thick blade of "Hekireki" flipped up as the wind scattered.

The dark green raincoat split in half.

Kuze was no longer there. He twisted in midair, tossed his raincoat, and landed on the ground.

Zenjo kept "Hekireki" jumping and stopped in an unprotected posture. Looking at his empty torso, a fierce smile appeared on Kuze's mouth.

(I caught you!), he thought.

With extraordinary power in his legs, Kuze tried to strike a stroke of luck.

He felt the shock in his chest.

"Eh?"

He lost the strength of his leg. His soles did not separate as if they were stuck to the ground. Interestingly, he looked under his feet and saw a saber thrust into his chest.

"Ah?"

When he coughed, a blood clot spilled from his lips.

Kuze slowly looked at Zenjo.

Zenjo was flipping "Hekireki", with just his right hand.

Before he knew it, he held another saber in his left hand. That pierced through Kuze's chest.

"Oh, wow...!"

Kuze distorted the edge of his mouth when he heard Shinohara make a panicky voice.

"Hey, Shinohara. It's a pay cut to have a saber stolen from you."

When Zenjo drew the saber, Kuze sank into place.

The blood was overflowing. The color of his face was white and transparent. It was clear to everyone that it was no longer useful.

Still, Kuze was somewhat satisfied. He looked at Zenjo and laughed weakly.

"After all... you are amazing, Zenjo-san. I couldn't get over you."

"Kuze."

There was no anger or sadness in Zenjo's expression, just confusion.

"What did you want to do?"

"What?"

Kuze shook his shoulders and laughed. Eventually the laughter turned into a cough and the exhaled blood created a series of stains in the alley.

"I wanted to. A real and potentially deadly battle with Zenjo-san."

Breathing out, Kuze fell onto his side.

"It was fun."

That was the last word from him.

Zenjo, holding a bloody saber, shot a confused look at Kuze's corpse.

#k #k project #k fan clan #scepter 4 #habari jin #shiotsu gen #zenjo gouki #kagutsu genji

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Airports, And Convenience Stores.

Series: KPOP Girl Group: 이달의 소녀 (LOONA).

Pairing: Kim Hyunjin & Idol Female Reader.

Summary: If you told Y/N that a once-in-a-lifetime encounter with her favorite idol at a convenience store from way back in her trainee days would be stuck on the idol's mind for years—she wouldn't believe you. Well, until the said idol bumps into her again at a public setting and asks for her number infront of every news outlet there is.

"I'll be going now!"

"Don't forget my cider!"

"I won't!" shutting the door behind you, the familiar tune of the door signalling that it's locked played as you made your way down the hallway, adjusting the strap of your tote bag that you usually brought with you whenever you went out to do some grocery shopping. You pushed your hands into the pockets of your hoodie, making your way into the elevator and pressing the key to the ground floor before humming a song that had been going on repeat in your head ever since you first listened to it. Of course, the song was LOONA Kim Hyunjin's solo song "Around You" that had came out just a few months ago. You stumbled upon it just as when their four-member group had released their most recent song "Love&Live" which had you hooked in no time—making you get into the entire discography, and after playing everything on repeat, Kim Hyunjin just slipped her way into your heart. Maybe it was how her voice just sounds so soothing in her song, or how odd the plot of her music video was yet it reminded you of the feeling of home—you couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was about Kim Hyunjin that just spoke to you.

Well, it could also be that she's very pretty too.

You were never the one for such things, but you were drawn to the rookie idol who has yet proven herself to the audience. Somehow, this seemed to be even more attractive to you—a company that popped out of nowhere with the idea that releasing a new member every month, accompanied by a lore that keeps you reeled in every comeback..

There's so much to look forward to, and you've just been introduced to the first unit.

Your mind wanders about the lore as you walked out of the dorm's building, your feet leading you to the usual convenience store you know that was open around this time of the morning. Sometimes, you choose to stay in the store to converse with the staff that had always been kind to you, not minding at all that you were one of the most anticipated trainees to debut in your current lineup considering that articles had already spread about a monster rookie girl group to debut under SM Entertainment with your stage name highlighted on it. It was astonishing how your hard work had seemed to pay off, but with your already growing fanbase, it even further fueled the burning passion inside you to keep working harder to be able to become strong even after you debut.

Before entering the store, you stopped infront of the glass doors to pull your phone out to check if there had been any more requests from your members. This pattern with making sure to check your phone before entering the store had also been engraved in you once you came back with a bag full of snacks for your group, only to be caught by your manager and them to confiscate it all because you were on a diet—could've been avoided if only you checked the warning messages from your unnies that they sent you before you came back.

2:25AM, it read on the screen.

"Ah, Y/N. It's always nice when you drop by~"

"I can't stay for long unnie, I need to go back to the practice room after I buy these.." you motioned to the list on your phone, nose scrunched as you grabbed a basket while the pretty store clerk, Haejin, pouted at you.

"Busier and busier, huh.. Why—are you debuting tomorrow already??" you walked past her and made your way to the shelves, laughing at the eagerness in her tone as your eyes scanned the snacks for the specific ones your members had requested.

"I'm sure that if I had the date already, It'd be postponed before I even manage to tell my parents about it."

"They're so strict about that." Haejin groaned from the counter as you smiled to yourself, shrugging as if she could even see you.

"They're leading for a reason."

"I just hope you'll still be able to do these types of things once you debut, I'll barricade the doors from your saesangs if I have to."

"Unnie, how do I know you're not going to be one of my sasaengs?"

"Ah—this kid, really!" your laugh echoed through the empty convenience store yet again, the soft melody of whatever was on the radio playing in the background as you walked around the place. You pointed out numerous new items on the shelves that Haejin didn't hesitate to tell you about when they arrived, along with the reviews about them—you swear that this girl was the most enthusiastic convenience store employee you've ever encountered in your life but you guessed that it was because the girl liked your company's idols and they often drop by on her shift as well.

Haejin, as much as college seemed to have her in a chokehold—enjoyed beeing a store clerk for the reason of satiating her inner fangirl over her idols being friends with her because she worked there.

As you pulled open one of the fridge doors to look for a tub of your member's specified brand of ice cream, you heard the bells ring by the entrance, indicating a customer entering the store. You heard Haejin greet them, low voices conversing as you finally found the ice cream you were looking for and walked over to the beverage fridge, knowing exactly where the cider your unnie asked for was located.

"The bread is on that aisle." Haejin's polite voice told the customer whos footsteps you could hear was about a few shelves behind you. Managing to finish contemplating it over in your head if you wanted cider as well, you settled on grabbing strawberry milk instead and turned to make your way to the counter when you failed to feel the approaching presence from behind you. You gasped when you felt the collision of your heads against each other just before your body crashed into theirs, practically pushing the both of you to the shelves if it wasn't for you quickly stepping back and grabbing the stranger by both of their arms, dropping your basket to the ground.

"I'm so sorry, are you alright? I should've watched where I was going I—" the girl who had her head down, phone in hand against her head as she clutched a cream bun in her other looked disoriented just from how she stood as you kept a firm grip on her arms to keep her steady. You leaned over to look at her face to see if she really was alright but you could barely make out her features through her hair, brows furrowed and eyes closed.

"Ah.. I'm so stupid, I'm so sorry.." you kept trying to apologize when she quickly shook her head, rubbing her hand that held her phone on the spot where your head had hit hers.

"No, no.. I thought you weren't that close—it's my fault."

"You took it harder than I did, do you want to sit down for a while? Maybe I can—" your breath hitched when the girl finally lifted her face, brows furrowed and a frown set on her lips as her eyes stayed stuck scanning the ground. You could feel how almost instantly your heart started racing, the sound almost blocking your ears from the radio playing in the background, eyes scanning her features as she stood there in all of her glory looking as distraught as ever.

Yet very, very ethereal.

Oh my God it's Kim Hyunjin, holy sh—

"My cream bread.." her airy voice quickly snapped you back into the present, looking down at the crushed bread in her hand before eyeing the now less disoriented girl that stood infront of you. You didn't even notice how long you were just staring at her as she stared down at her bread, until she connected her eyes with you, blinking before tilting her head.

Her eyes are so pretty—

"You're that trainee in the articles." Kim Hyunjin mumbled, and only if you were paying any extra attention—you would've heard how much in awe she was, but you quickly panicked once you realized that she recognized you.

Kim Hyunjin knows who you are.

"I'm so sorry! I'll buy you two cream buns to compensate for my actions! I didn't mean to bump into you like this—I'm sorry for being a junior leaving such a bad impression! Please let me make it up to you, sunbaenim!" Hyunjin's face consorted into pure confusion when you quickly pulled your hands off her arms, taking a step back and doing a full 90° bow infront of her. She scanned you for a moment, eyeing your basket full of snacks and rocking back on the soles of her feet before leaning over to get on the same level as you, hands on her knees.

"Just.. Two cream buns?" she asked, making direct eye contact with you as you slightly turned your face to meet hers, instantly flushing at her expectant look.

"As many as you'd like, sunbaenim!" you rephrased in haste, Hyunjin's expectant look changed into amusement before a bashful smile made it's way on her lips. She reached over to pat your head gently, the action taking your breath away for a moment but she didn't seem to think that much about it, standing up straight before lightly rubbing on the spot where your heads met, looking as if she's contemplating something. You took this as a sign that she took offer, still it didn't stop you from anxiously getting back up on normal level as her eyes scanned the fridge behind you.

"I..I'll go get them for you quickly—"

"What's your name?" Hyunjin asked just as you made a move to retrieve the bread, you stopped on your tracks to look back at the older girl. Her eyes pierced through yours as if she was looking for something in them but at the moment, you could barely think about anything else other than appeasing the idol.

"Y/L/N Y/N, I'm just a trainee.." your eyes widened at your introduction, knowing damn well Hyunjin just said that she knew you were a trainee. You internally face palmed yourself but Hyunjin didn't seem to mind, if anything—the girl could almost feel your panic and as much as it pained her, she couldn't help but find your flustered state endearing.

And if you could only hear how many times Hyunjin's inner voice tried to convince her to ask for your number, or edge you more into keeping contact with her to make up for such a small mistake.. Hyunjin didn't want to be mean to you, but she's currently thinking of ways to keep you from leaving without giving her your number.

"Ah.. That rings a bell.." Hyunjin dragged her words slowly, nodding to herself as you stood there almost shaking in your spot. She looks down at her crushed bread in hand, thinking if you noticed her crushing it literally after you collided when she caught a glimpse of who exactly she bumped into.

Ofcourse she'd exaggerate her disorientation.

"Is everything okay here..?" Haejin walked over to you two, eyeing your flushed state before staring directly at Hyunjin. Haejin's brows shot up quickly, as if it was the first time she actually looked at the customer before she motioned to the girl.

"You're that Girl of the Month thing." you tensed next to the clerk to which Hyunjin's lips quickly pulled up into a big grin, finding it amusing how the clerk didn't even know which one she was but it was nice to know that their group was getting recognition. You however, something in Hyunjin just knew you knew her specifically.

"I'm the second girl, Kim Hyunjin."

"Ah! Kim Hyunjin.." Haejin furrows her brows as if she remembered the name before, hitting her fist in her palm at the sudden realization, "..the cat head girl? Around you? Y/N, you told me to play that song here all the time! Isn't this her?" Hyunjin's eyes moved to yours as you looked at Haejin in alarm, reaching over to hit her arm but stopping mid-way when you saw Hyunjin's soft eyes directed at you.

"I.. Yeah, of course. It was my favorite solo song, but I listen to Rain 51db more these days.." now you really had Hyunjin's attention, you basically outed yourself as a fan and now Hyunjin will not let you leave the store without your number in her phone.

"The 90's karaoke one?"

"Heejin-sunbaenim is really cool.."

Heejin? And you said Hyunjin's solo song was your favorite?

"I'll get sunbae's bread—" you were cut off when your phone started vibrating in the pocket of your hoodie, you pulled it out to find your manager's name on your screen calling you. Your eyes widened as the call could only mean one thing—reminding you of the practice room that was supposed to be your destination right after buying your snacks.

"Sunbaenim—"

"Practice?" Hyunjin softly asked as you frowned at your phone before looking up at her, finding warm eyes locked on yours.

"I'll make it up to you. Next time we see each other—"

"I want your phone number." Haejin audibly choked next to you as you flustered as deeply as before.

"R-right now?" Hyunjin stared at you for a moment before shaking her head—deciding against her initial plan of making sure to not let you leave without giving her your number—reaching over to grab your basket on the ground to hand it to you. You quickly grabbed ahold of the handles as Hyunjin ran her fingers through her hair, looking around the convenience store with a shrug.

"No, the next time we meet." you stared at her, completely baffled beyond words to even form a reply and so you just nodded, staring at her and trying to memorize her features as much as you can, knowing that this is the moment you part ways.

"I'm sorry.. I hope we meet again someday, in a better manner, Hyunjin-sunbaenim.." you bowed yet again at Hyunjin who oddly felt her heart warm at her name rolling off your lips smoothly, as if you've always been saying her name—in which she didn't doubt that you did, you were a fan afterall. You gave her one last shy smile before turning to Haejin, motioning to the counter to which Haejin only grinned at, following after you but not before glancing at Hyunjin who's eyes seemed to only follow your retreating figure.

"I think she likes you~"

"Be quiet! She can still hear us!"

Hyunjin reatreated back to the bread aisle as you quickly paid for all of your snacks, she listened closely when the bells at the entrance signal that you've left, to which Hyunjin felt her mood dampen at. Practically pouting to herself the entire time she walked around to look for whatever she needed to buy, she finally walked over to pay over the counter, Haejin packing her items in a bag as Hyunjin reached over to hand the clerk her card when Haejin smirked at her.

"Y/N told me to just charge it to her account, whatever it is you bought." Hyunjin raised a brow the information, to which Haejin shrugged at but still kept the smirk on her face.

"If I were you, I'd grab a few more.. you know, to make her feel like she atleast made up for it." Haejin could only look at Hyunjin's ruined cream bun and strawberry milk that she only took because it reminded her of the contents in your basket. Hyunjin shook her head at Haejin's mischievious attempt behind your back, instead, smiling softly at the ruined bread as Haejin handed her the bag.

"It's alright, she'll make up for it next time. I'm sure."

[MONSTER TRAINEE Y/N HAS OFFICIALLY DEBUTED]

[SM ENTERTAINMENT'S NEW GIRL GROUP DEBUTS AT #1 IN BILLBOARD TOP 200]

[SM ROOKIE GROUP, US DEBUT AFTER SUCCESSFUL WORLDWIDE CHART DOMINATION]

"Hi! Hello! They're so cute!!" your member waves at your fans as you stand next to her, trying your best not to squint your eyes at the rapid flashes that went off as you aligned yourself with your group, smiling at how you were all being greeted with such heavy enthusiasm. Making your group introduction, you all bowed before your manager motioned that it was time to head over inside, in which you grabbed onto one of your unnies as you slid through the crowd with your bodyguards doing their best to keep anyone from being too close to your members. As you just passed the entrance however, the flashes seemed a bit stronger and the deafening clicking of shutters, followed by screaming fans became stronger.

"JINSOUL HI!"

"CHUU I LOVE YOU!"

"YVES YOU LOOK SO PRETTY!"

Your ears perked up at the familiar names, to which your members that walked in front caught your attention when they started squealing. Your eyes settled on a few of your members being smothered by the familiar group that had just seemed to arrive, Chuu's bright smile as she hugged two of your members quickly, Choerry wildly waving at them as they bowed while Jinsoul and Yves seemed to tease them a bit.

Your groups seemed to be in the middle of paparazzis, fans, and curious gazes—in the middle of a very busy airport lobby. The crowd that circled around both groups was almost overbearing if it weren't for your bodyguards making as much space for your groups as possible. You tried to keep your distance, not wanting any sort of drama to build upon any group's name considering how heavy your own seemed to be even in your group, but then a familiar voice started to call your name.

"Y/N-unnie! Y/L/N Y/N-unnie!" your eyes instantly snapped over to find a small figure practically bouncing over to you, making you pull away from your member to insantly beam at the short girl whom you've bonded with at a variety show once. It was once but you can't seriously not love LOONA's maknae.

"Yeojin.." she instantly hugged you, giggling as you leaned over so that you can hug her back, patting her hair softly before she pulled away to smile up at you.

"What are you doing all the way here? Come on, Haseul-unnie wants to meet you!" she started tugging at your hand to which you only pursed your lips at.

"Yeojin, I'm kind of.. not good to be caught on camera with right now."

"Why not? You're practically as famous as us right now! I mean, even if you weren't it's still okay! We're friends!" Yeojin tried to reassure you but something just didn't sit right with the manager telling you a few days back that your name was at such a high place right now, and they wanted you to take care of it and make sure you didn't get into any sort of trouble or your group was going to plummet.

It was repulsive how they highlighted the idea that since you were on the first of all brand reputations since your groups debut, it was up to you to keep your group's name afloat. And if that type of toxicity rubs any other groups the wrong way..

"Oh.. we have to leave.." Yeojin mumbles, sounding disheartened as she looked up to find you giving her a sad smile. She shook her head, hugging you again before giving you a pointed look.

"I'll call you the moment we get back to the dorms, and then we'll plan another meetup. I promise—no paparazzis, we'll have lots of fun then, alright Y/N-unnie? I promise!" your heart dropped as Yeojin slowly made her way over to her group's retreating figures, she waved at you, still smiling brightly and just like that—your heart feels a little bit better at the girl's energy. Yeojin quickly bumped into Haseul, hugging her as Haseul's eyes moved to yours, you gave her a small smile and she reciprocated along with a wave.

Their group had always felt oddly comforting, but in a good way.

As your group slowly moved away from LOONA, you turned to face the direction of where you were supposed to be heading when your eyes seemed to have found themselves locking with stunningly familiar ones, eyes that would always seem to remind you of a cat's. You quickly turned away though, thinking that the woman who made your heart race about two years ago—now with striking dyed red hair—wouldn't even remember you at all. But your mind seemed to have stopped functioning completely when her usually soft, and airy voice boomed through the lobby and all of the commotion just to call your name.

"Hey! Y/L/N Y/N!" almost everyone around the both of you looked rattled out of their minds, watching silently as the two last members of each group stood only but a few feet apart, members standing behind them stopping on their tracks to understand what it was all about. Heejin whom was standing next to Hyunjin looked scared for a moment, only for her eyes to soften when they landed on your figure.

Jinsoul on the other hand had no filter, literally saying, "What is this? This is how you get a girl's attention, Kim Hyunjin?" before Kim Lip bursted into her iconic laughing face, grabbing Jinsoul's arm and shaking her. Chuu smiled widely at you, she always had but this time it's as if there was some meaning to it, with Cheorry turning from waving at a fan to grin at you—along with Yves smirking and Vivi giving Haseul a side eye.

Even Olivia Hye looked intrigued by the commotion, with Gowon drowsily clinging onto her but looking around as if she was confused.

"Y/L/N Y/N.." Hyunjin said softly this time, eyes only on you. You swallowed sharply, quickly bowing with the usual 90° degrees before eyeing all of the cameras that seemed to surround the both of you.

"Hyunjin, maybe another time.." Heejin tried to tell her bestfriend but she barely paid any attention to it. Instead, LOONA's Kim Hyunjin walked over to Y/L/N, in the middle of every single news outlet there is, every single fansite, every single curious gaze—she stood infront of you with a determined look on her face that had you shuddering slightly on your spot. She looked more mature up close, if you had a major change from losing some of your baby fat, Hyunjin looked almost nothing like the soft featured sunbaenim you met in that store two years before your debut. She looked like an actual sunbae now—if that made sense—as she stared right back at you, the soft gaze was still there but her aura emitted such strength, a newfound sense of maturity that wasn't exactly present when you bumped into her that morning.

"Hyunjin-sunbaenim." Hyunjin felt slightly taken aback by how your voice seemed so different from how it always used to echo in her head since that day, you no longer looked like kid and instead—if it was even possible, you looked way more beautiful than the first time she saw you in that damn article. And God, you've aged well since she last bumped into you, even though you look as if you could easily be knocked off on your feet from the pressure of all the eyes on you right now..

Hyunjin wanted to tell you that you'll be fine, that you're doing great.

You shouldn't be so hard on yourself.

But Hyunjin wasn't that good with words, she proved that to herself when countless of times she'd hear Yeojin talking about her day with you, how she always said you were bound for a great career ahead. Hyunjin could barely ask Yeojin for your number, she wanted to just have it so many times but that was your deal, she wanted to get it from you because she respected you—and it took her two years.

Two years to find the guts to stand infront of her favorite junior, practically the only junior that had caught her attention ever since.

"Here, type in your number." if your eyes could only bulge out of it's sockets right now, it would've. Collective gasps and camera flashes started going off as Hyunjin held out her phone infront of you, looking as laid back as ever while your mind goes into a complete shut down.

"What did she say?"

"Hyunjin just asked for Y/N's number? Here?!"

"Oh my God, this is—what??"

"Alright, alright—you're not seriously doing this here, aren't you, Kim Hyunjin-ssi?" Yves calls out from behind Hyunjin but the girl didn't even hint at acknowledging it, making Heejin sigh and turn to Yves with a knowing look, the challenging smile on Yves' lips dropping into a confused pout as Jinsoul let out yet another one of her amazed laugh.

"Wah! This is really happening!" Chuu and Kim Lip bursts into a fit of laughter, the sound bringing you back from your trance to scan your sunbaenim's now flushed face.

Kim Hyunjin is.. flustered?

"Sunb—"

"Hyunjin is fine." your eyes moved to the awestruck people around you, trying to find both of your managers only to find your members holding your own back—and LOONA's manager watching the interaction with an amused look.

"Are you going to make it up to me or not? I'm not the one with a flight to catch, Y/L/N Y/N." Hyunjin rolled her eyes but only in a teasing manner, tilting her head at you as she lightly waved her phone onto your confused face before it registered to you that she was talking about the convenience store incident. You instantly flushed, cursing internally at how you could forget your own words like that before nodding quickly, reaching over to grab her phone only for it to be pulled away by Hyunjin which confused you once again.

"I want your number, not your manager's, not your members', not the number you give for business transactions—I want the number on your actual phone," Hyunjin stated firmly, leaning her face to yours and staring at you intently. You nodded slowly as you reached over to grab her phone, but she pulled it away yet again, "I want to be your friend, Y/N." she finished, placing her phone in your hand before pulling away to lower her eyes at you as she crossed her arms on her chest.

And just like that, there goes all of your worries about everyone's prying eyes and your spot on the brand reputation rankings..

You swallowed thickly, trying to calm the sudden burning feeling in your entire body as you quickly typed in your number—cautiously eyeing her intimidating stance before grabbing your phone from your back pocket, pressing the call button on Hyunjin's phone for your own to start ringing. Once Hyunjin looked satisfied, you typed your group's name and then your name before handing Hyunjin her phone.

"Assa! Unnie~" Gowon cheered from behind Hyunjin, with Olivia Hye looking at the back of Hyunjin's head as if she's impressed.

That didn't stop Kim Lip from cackling loudly with Jinsoul, Chuu, Yeojin and Choerry though.

"Kim Hyunjin! Just like always!" Heejin cheered, grinning when Hyunjin turned to glare at them.

"Yeojin said she'd call me when you're all back to the dorms.."

"Not if I call you first." Hyunjin stated firmly with a knowing look, as if she already knew she was going to win.

To which you only softly smiled at.

"It's a thirteen hour flight to the US, you know that right?"

"Hyunjin! We need to go!"

"I know!" Hyunjin's eyes widened, waving her hands dismissively, "That's not directed to you, Y/N—I can't ever get mad at you." Hyunjin frowned to herself to which you only shortly laugh at, nodding before glancing at your own members making heart poses but the others also pointing to the gates. You faced Hyunjin who looked almost like an abandoned cat who didn't want you to leave.

"I should get going.."

"..yeah."

"See you around, Hyunjin." you bowed yet again, but this time it was a quick one and with a smile—different from the ones that were shy, and apologetic—it was an actual smile, a smile that Hyunjin felt as if the butterflies in her stomach were going wild as you did the simple action.

"See you, Y/N." Hyunjin watched as you retreated back slowly to your members, hesitant yet making your way back to them. You were just about to disappear from her view when you heard her call you again, to which you almost automatically turn at, but you did anyways, stopping on your tracks yet again to find the image of a giddy looking red haired Kim Hyunjin smiling from ear to ear, eyes crinkled as she did.

"You're still going to make it up to me, right Y/N?" she asked sweetly, making you all flustered yet again as everyone around you seemed to find this interaction sweet.

"Ofcourse, I promised."

And with that, Kim Hyunjin practically skipped all the way to the van—staring at your contact name she changed on her phone.

My Favorite Hoobae.

Hi~

This acc is dedicated to writing loona ideas that I have, maybe some day I'll take requests who knows—but for now, I'm going to focus on writing alot of imagines for Kim Hyunjin because she's my bias and I.. Don't.. See.. Much.. Hyunjin.. Imagines..? So yeah, if y'all want to follow, by all means we're chill here~ but thanks for reading! I hope this was as entertaining to you as it was for me writing it!

Also, I make the gifs myself, but to give credit to the original source I will always put the link of the video and the channel name from where I got it from at the bottom of each author's note. If any of these sources do not want their work to be displayed like this, please inform me immediately and i will get rid of the gif and.. find another source that wouldn't mind. I just use specific visuals for the ideas so..

May Kim Hyunjin guide me to write even more..

Laters (for now),

JJ.

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 4 years ago

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Got7 Reaction: You surprise them at their dorm when they get back from tour

The boys were wrapping up their world tour and set to return to Korea. With all the preparations, rehearsals, and practices they had to do before they left it had been nearly a year since you were able to spend time with all of them. You missed them terrible, and they missed you as well. They would video chat with you every chance they got, even if it was just one of the members and for 5 minutes. They just wanted you to know they haven’t forgotten about you, their best friend. You had been there for them since the beginning. Having been childhood friends with Mark you basically grew up with the members too as they slowly became adopted as their own little family unit, you included. It was like having 7 overprotective brothers. But you weren’t complaining. The past years of your life you had spent with them had been the best. And you made countless precious memories with them.

Which brings you to where you are now. At their dorm, completely organizing a welcome back party on your own. Some of their staff insisted on trying to help you but you politely declined. This was something you wanted to do for them. So since 6 in the morning you had been running around the dorms like crazy. Setting up balloons, streamers, and crafting a giant welcome home sign. You plastered it with green glitter, green paint, and even drew little birds all over the sign. You were as big a fan of theirs as any. You decorated all their bedrooms with streamers and threw balloons all over the room. Some of the clear balloons you also filled with green glitter and bird shaped confetti. You cleaned the dorms from top to bottom, as they had left it an absolutely mess before they left.

You were right in the middle of cooking dinner for them when your phone started ringing. You saw it was a face time from Bambam. You answered it and were greeted with the wonderful sight of your 7 best friends’ smiling faces.

“Y/n!”

“We miss you!”

“We’re so happy to be home!”

A chorus of greetings and happy messages come pouring through the screen all at once as the members are shouting with happiness.

“Hey guys! I missed you all too. I take it your flight landed now?”

“Yes! We just got off the plane but of course Yugyeom insisted we call you right away.” Jinyoung has a teasing smirk on his face but the youngest is having none of it.

“That’s a lie, hyung! You were the one who was whining the whole time about how much you mi-” A hand is promptly slapped over his mouth to quiet his next words, but you already know what he was going to say but decide to play along.

“Ah my goodness! I didn’t think Yugyeom would miss me so much. You don’t have a crush on me do you?” His eyes widen to the size of saucers and vehemently denies this, frantically shaking his head back and forth. “I’m just messing with you. Sorry I couldn’t resist. I just missed you guys so much, you know?”

“Trust me we all missed you just as much if not more!” Jackson yells from the back.

“So y/n. You’re going to meet us at the dorms right? For the perfect welcome home?” Mark looks at you with pleading eyes and you almost back out of the trick you are going to play on them, but you steel your nerves and go along with it anyway.

“Actually I can’t. I’m really sorry everyone.” Before you have a chance to explain they’re all shouting in disappointment into the phone.

“What?!”

“No! What do you mean you can’t make it?”

“It’s been months y/n we miss you don’t do this to us and make us wait even longer.”

“I got called into work. I’m sorry everyone I wish I could come but, you’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to see me.”

“But tomorrow the company wants to meet with us to talk about our last show in Korea! We won’t get to see you then either! Please can’t you just call off once?” Youngjae is giving you puppy eyes which you are having trouble saying no to.

“Are you all going to support my ass if I get fired then?”

“Don’t test us y/n, you know we would in a heartbeat.” Jaebeom says this with so much sincerity and the way all the other members instantly agree makes your heart melt. You really do have the best friends in the world.

“Listen I appreciate that. Really I do. But I want to be able to support myself and not use you guys for your money. So we’ll just have to be patient a little bit longer okay? I promise you’ll see me sooner than you think.”

They reluctantly agree.

“Okay. Bye y/n. Have a good day at work! If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask one of us.”

“I’ll be sure to, don’t worry. I love you guys.”

“We love you too! Bye!” The line cuts off and you sigh before a small smile forms on your face. They’re going to be even more excited when they get home and see everything you’ve prepared now that they think they aren’t seeing you at all. You finish up cooking dinner and lay everything out on the table. You set the movies down on the coffee table in the living room lay out the pillows and blankets onto the couches. You know they will be home any minute, so you turn all the lights off and hide behind the couch. You hear the key go into the door knob and your heart races in anticipation.

“This doesn’t feel like a happy welcome home if y/n isn’t here.” That’s Mark’s voice.

“Agreed. Hey something smells really good in here, did the staff cook for us?” Bambam’s voice is the next one you hear. Suddenly the lights are turned on and you hear the member gasp. You stand up from behind the couch and hold your arms out.

“Well it’s a good thing I am actually here then.”

“Y/n!” The maknae line all run over and sweep you up in a bone crushing group hug while the rest of the members slowly make their way over and wait until they’re done fussing over you. When the younger members pull away each of the hyung line gives you a warm hug. Mark being last and you can feel some of his tears dampen your shirt. You give him a pat on his head and rub his head, something that has always comforted him since you both were little. He pulls away and wipes his eyes on the sleeve of his sweater. The members are all walking around the dorms, looking at all the decorations with wonder and pure happiness in their eyes.

“Oh my god you even cooked for us!” Jackson rushes into the dining room and immediately sits down to try a bite of what you made. “Oh this is so good. It’s been way too long since we’ve had a home cooked meal.”

Soon you and all the other members sit around the table. You listen to them share stories from their tour. All of the funny things that happened, all of the amazing performances. But what you probably enjoy the most is seeing the way their eyes light up when they talk about their fans. How much they enjoyed seeing their smiling faces singing along to their songs, how the cheers kept them going when they were homesick. It makes you smile along with them.

“That sounds amazing. I’m happy you all had such a good time. I can’t imagine seeing the world like that. It sounds wonderful.”

“You can though, y/n!”

“What are you talking about Yugyeom?”

Jinyoung sets his chopsticks down and what he says nearly makes you choke on your food.

“You can come with us. On our next tour. We asked the company and they’re fine with it. Of course you’ll have to work and be a part of the staff so fans don’t get suspicious or so rumors don’t spread but.. you can come next time.”

“Are you serious?”

“Absolutely. We wouldn’t joke about something like that.” You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you walk over to Jinyoung’s side of the table. You pull him into a tight hug.

“Ah we’ve had enough of this sappy stuff for one day! Come on now y/n stop it.” But you just hug him tighter. Eventually he gives in and allows you to hug him, and you don’t miss the way he seems to relax. He might pretend like he doesn’t want your affections but you know him better than that by now.

“Thank you all. Seriously this is the best thing I could ever imagine happening!”

“And now we can spend more time with you!” Everyone is excitedly chatting amongst themselves as you move to start cleaning up dinner. Jaebeom grabs your wrist and shakes his head at you to scold you.

“You made all this for us. The least we can do is clean up.”

“Rock paper scissors to see which two are going to be stuck cleaning this mess! The rest of us can watch one of the movies y/n brought.”

Chaos ensues as they play until finally it seems Jackson and Bambam are going to be stuck doing the dishes.

“You cheated!”

“How on earth did we cheat, Jackson? You can’t cheat in rock paper scissors that’s just nonsense.”

“I don’t know how you did it Youngjae, but you did! Why am I always the one that loses and gets stuck doing these punishments?!”

As you listen to them bicker back and forth with one another you can’t help the fond smile that forms on your face. Even though they can be a little chaotic at times. Okay, a lot chaotic. They’re your family as much as you became theirs. And you thank the forces of the universe everyday for allowing fate to bring you all into each other’s lives.

#got7 scenario #got7 reaction #got7 imagine #got7 #jaebeom #mark tuan #jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom

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theycallmebecca · 5 years ago

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How about 30. “Hear me out: a marriage pact.” with Steve? ❤

My original plan with these drabbles to keep them short and sweet and fluffy… this story blew that plan to smithereens. 🤷‍♀️ Oh well. It is what it is. I got the idea for this, @nomadicpixel encouraged it and here we are.

Title: Insightful Evening

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Rating: PG-13

Prompt: #30 - “Hear me out: a marriage pact.”

Warnings: some language, drink responsibly

Note: Not Endgame compliant, everyone is happy and they’re one big happy (slightly dysfunctional) family. Also, I’m just playing with some of my fav characters.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Because of how tumblr can be silly about links, I will reblog this post with links to the masterlist and the prompt list.

Steve surveyed the atrium of the Avengers compound, which was playing host to yet another Avenger family wedding. He took a sip of his drink, trying to count the number of weddings that had taken place after Tony and Pepper’s nuptials a year earlier. He knew of three for certain, Maria and Sam’s, Wanda and Vision’s, and, now, Clint and Natasha’s, but he knew there had been others that he just hadn’t been invited to or, rather, hadn’t attended.

Who would be next? He wondered as he eyed his friends. Thor and Jane? He looked at the table they were sitting at and nodded to himself. It would likely be Thor and Jane getting married next, but would they get married here or someplace else?

His eyebrows rose when he saw his best friend Bucky sitting at the table with them talking to Jane’s friend Darcy. There was something in his friend’s body language that told him that Bucky was interested in the brunette. Steve didn’t know Darcy well and didn’t consider himself knowledgeable in women at all, but she seemed to return Bucky’s interest.

Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention and he turned just in time to see a beautiful woman stumble and start to fall. Darting forward, he caught her. It wasn’t until he helped her right herself that he recognized her and realized that she was more than a little drunk.

—–

The room was still spinning around you as you held onto the forearm of your guardian angel. You’d thought for sure you were going to smash your face on the floor thanks to the fucking heels your friend had insisted you wear tonight, but then, you hadn’t.

When the world finally righted itself, you found yourself looking up into the concerned face of Steve Rogers. Aka Captain America. While you worked with the Avengers in a minor capacity, you weren’t on a first name basis with them all, but you and Steve had bonded over old movies a few months back.

“You ok?” he asked, genuine concern etched into his handsome face.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, only realizing then that you were still holding onto his arm. Judging by the feel of it, he really was as muscular as he looked.

A soft chuckle came from the man in question and you looked up, confused.

“Yes, I really am that muscular,” he explained.

You might have been embarrassed to realize that you’d spoken your thought aloud, if you hadn’t had so much champagne. Instead, you shrugged it off and took advantage of his sizable strength to take off your heels. Or at least that had been your plan, until you nearly fell again trying to take off one of the awful shoes.

“Let me help,” Steve offered. He wrapped an arm protectively around your waist to keep you upright and then he somehow managed to get your feet out of the heels with the other. Once your bare feet hit the ground, you couldn’t care less about how it had happened.

“You’re a personal superhero tonight,” you told him once the shoe removal business was finished. “And now I’m going to go to my apartment and pretend I won’t be horribly hungover in the morning.”

—–

Steve cringed as he watched her making her way towards the elevator. He glanced over his shoulder at his friends and decided he couldn’t let her go up there by herself. Especially after a waiter had to do a fancy spin to keep her from nearly taking out a tray of finger cakes.

He hurried after her, stepping between her and another waiter to guide her out of the way.

“Rescued again,” she said with a relaxed smile. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this, Steve.”

“I’ve decided to turn in for the night as well,” he told her. “Will you allow me to escort you back to your apartment?”

“Are you sure you want to leave the reception already?” she asked, nearly taking them both down as she turned to look.

“Clint and Nat have already left, now it’s just a party,” Steve pointed out as he took a firm hold of her. In all the time he’d known her or even just been aware of her, he’d never seen her this far gone before.

“It was a beautiful wedding wasn’t it,” she said almost wistfully as he led her to the elevators.

“It was,” he agreed in all honesty. The wedding itself had been outside in the gazebo in the compound’s gardens. It had just been Clint and Nat with Pepper making an appearance or two to act as the officiant, but they hadn’t wanted anyone else involved in the ceremony.

Hearing the elevator ding, he led her into the empty elevator and automatically pushed the button that would take them to the floor where the private apartments were.

—–

You allowed Steve to guide you into the elevator as you felt the sour mood that had hit you halfway through the reception coming back. Everyone was getting married or having babies and you weren’t even dating. Tonight’s wedding was the tenth you’d gone to in the last year and your group of singling women was dwindling down. You’d been sitting with Darcy and then Bucky had come over and asked her to dance.

Looking up, you saw Steve’s reflection in the elevator and saw that he was looking back at you. Had you spoken your thoughts aloud again or was your sadness just that obvious? His lips quivered in slight amusement, giving you your answer. This was why you didn’t drink.

“I’m sure tomorrow morning will remind you of the other reason you don’t drink,” he mused.

“How do you do it?” you asked him. “I haven’t seen you date anyone, either. Or are you just one of those people who prefer to be forever alone?”

“I don’t think anyone ever prefers to be forever alone,” he replied. “But it’s a little harder for me.”

“Why because you’re a 100 year old man with the body of a Greek God?” you asked.

“Something like that,” he said with a chuckle.

“We’re good friends right, Steve?” you asked even though you were sure ‘good’ was a stretch on what your relationship with him actually was. Yeah, you spent a few hours every week with him in the dark, but it was to watch old movies while you both stuffed yourselves with popcorn. And yeah, you guys had conversations, but they were never about exciting things. Nothing like the conversations your friends claimed to have with their significant others.

—–

“I think we are,” he said, still talking to her reflection in the elevator doors. It was only as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened that he realized his mistake from earlier. Instead of being on the floor that had the skywalk to the support staff apartments, he’d taken them to the floor that had the skywalk to the executive apartments.

Turning to study her, he decided that he didn’t like the idea of her being alone tonight. The relaxed look that had been on her face early was gone now, replaced with a pensive one that he didn’t like the look of. Add to that her topic of conversation, he really didn’t want to abandon her.

“Change of plans,” he said as he took her hand and led her out of the elevator. “I can’t remember which floor you live on, so you’re going to crash at my place.”

“I am?” she asked. “Are we going to watch Casablanca? That’s the next movie on our list.”

“You are and we aren’t,” he told her. “We’re going to go to my apartment, I’m going to make you drink a glass of water and then you’re going to go to bed.”

With her shoes in one hand and his other arm wrapped around her waist to help keep her upright, he led her over the skywalk and down the hall to his apartment. Some of the executive units were over the top, but he’d designed his to be a comfortable escape from the world with just one bedroom. Until tonight, it hadn’t been a problem, but he’d give her his bed and sleep on the couch.

He let go of her for a moment to unlock his door and then led her inside.

—–

“I’ve always liked your apartment,” you said after he saw you safely to the couch and made you sit down. “It’s just so… you.” There was no other way to describe it. The apartment, like Steve, was homey but in a sexy way. It was the kind of place that you wanted to come home to after a long day of work. And his soft leather couch, it was the kind of couch that you wanted to be laid back on and kissed senseless. Or at least, you wanted to.

Returning with your water, Steve cleared his throat and held it out to you. Looking up, you saw that his face was slightly flushed and knew you’d fucking done it again.

“Clearly my brain doesn’t work when I’ve been drinking,” you muttered before you took a sip of the water. You didn’t want to drink the stuff, but you knew it was a good idea. Not that he wouldn’t let you not drink it.

He chuckled.

“Fucking hell,” you whined setting your glass on his coffee table before buring your face in your hands. “You probably regret ever becoming friends with me.”

“Assuming I heard you correctly, I don’t regret it at all,” he replied. “In fact, this is a refreshing insight into your mind. You, like me, tend to keep things to yourself more than sharing them out loud.”

Feeling him press the water glass against your hand, you took it from him and sat up straight. He was right, you weren’t normally the type to say whatever came to your mind. Especially when it came to the thoughts you’d had previously while sitting on this very couch watching movies. You stole a glance at him over the rim of your glass, wondering for the hundredth time if his lips were as soft as they looked.

He cleared his throat loudly and stood up, making the way back to the galley kitchen to get himself something to drink.

“Do you want to get married someday, Steve?” you asked him. You weren’t drunk enough that you wouldn’t remember this conversation in the morning, but you were going to take advantage of the liquid courage running through your veins. The fact of the matter was that you did want to get married, but if he didn’t want to, then you needed to know.

—–

What a loaded question that was. The short answer was, yes. But it was complicated. As she had already pointed out, there was a significant age gap even if he didn’t look or feel his actual age. It was likely that it would all catch up with him at some point. The serum didn’t stop him from aging.

“Nevermind,” she said softly.

“Drink your water,” he told her as he came over. “The easy answer is yes I want to get married. It’s just there is a lot to factor in.”

“Isn’t there always?” she asked after taking another sip. “Everyone comes into a relationship with their own baggage.”

“That’s true,” he conceded and then shook his head. “In some ways, I’ve thought of myself and, well, I guess, Bucky, as different from the rest of the world. Not because of the ‘superhero’ part but because of the serum. It changed a lot of stuff and it makes things different. But you’re right, we all have things that make us different or special.”

“Like my inability to think silent thoughts when I’ve been drinking,” she stated.

“It’s been an insightful evening,” he said in agreement. He definitely wouldn’t be able to look at his couch without picturing her laying there waiting for him to kiss her. He cleared his throat and let silence fall between them.

Or at least until she started thinking aloud again.

“I want to get married, too,” she said. “I always thought I’d get married young and have kids. And now, I’m not young, but I’m not old either. But there aren’t many options.”

“Any guy would be lucky to have you for a wife,” he stated.

She turned her eyes on him then, so he’d know she was talking to him, and said, “This is probably the craziest thought I’ve ever had -”

“You sure about that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Shut up and hear me out,” she said, waving him off. “A marriage pact. Between us.”

“A marriage pact,” he repeated.

“Yeah, like if neither of us are married in a couple years, we’ll get married to each other,” she explained.

“You’re right, that is the craziest thought you’ve ever had,” he told her. Not because it was crazy, but because after the revelations of the evening, he wasn’t going to let her spend the next two years trying to find some other guy to marry. Obviously, she, like himself, had been suppressing her feelings and now they were out there.

“Oh,” she said, softly.

He set his glass on the table and then took hers from her and set it down too. He sat down next to her on the couch and then took her hand. “We’re not going any further than this tonight,” he told her. “In fact, as soon as I do this, I’m going to make you go into my room and go to bed -” She opened her mouth to argue, but closed it when he pressed a finger to her lips. “- a lot has been revealed tonight and we both need to think, but I want you to know where my brain is at.”

Pulling his finger away from her lips, he leaned in and kissed her.

—–

God, his lips were as soft as they looked. And he was an amazing kisser.

Then he was pulling himself away from you and laughing when you tried to wrap your arms around his neck to keep him put.

“We’ll do this again,” he promised. “But right now, you need to get some sleep.”

“Where are you going to sleep?” you asked him.

“Right here?” he said, patting the couch. A pained expression crossed his face and before you could ask about it, he explained, “Doubt I’ll get much sleep out here knowing you want to be laid against it and kissed. Especially now that I have kissed you.”

“I’m sure the bed is big enough for two,” you stated. You weren’t ready to go that far with Steve, not tonight, but you wouldn’t mind some more kissing.

“Not tonight,” he said firmly. Then he stood up and he helped you off the couch. He led you into his bedroom and opened a drawer in his dresser, pulling out a shirt. “Here, you can sleep in this.”

“Thanks, Steve,” you said, accepting the shirt.

You watched him cross the room and he gave you one last smile before he pulled the door closed. Sighing, you undressed, only stumbling once in the process, and pulled on his shirt. It smelled just like him. So did his super comfortable bed.

Closing your eyes, you breathed him in and knew you’d have the best dreams tonight. And maybe in the future, you’d share them with Steve and the two of you would be able to act them out.

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songbirdstew · 5 years ago

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Oh, hey. I didn’t see you come in.

As an ~essential worker~ I’m still reporting to work every night. I’m a little salty about it. I would actually prefer staying home and collecting unemployment, and feeling like I was keeping my family safe.

Our state has closed all the schools for the remainder of the year. I think Sid and I both are a bit sad about it. But they’re starting Distance Learning tomorrow. He’ll start with a 15-30 minute video meeting with his teacher, late every morning, and then pick a task to complete each day. I think it will be nice for him. He’s been missing his friends and classmates a lot, and he definitely does better with a little structure and routine. He has a letter from his bestie coming in the mail soon; I haven’t told him yet.

We had a leaky pipe under the house (not a BURST pipe, thank god). But finding and then fixing it entailed tearing out the nasty old shower-bath unit in the hall bathroom over a four-day period this week, so that was highly entertaining for me, since I wasn’t the one who had to crawl under the house. And the leak was a cheap and easy fix once we found it.

Yesterday, I donated blood. The set up and processing at the blood center was pretty smooth. They’re only booking half as many donors per day, so there’s more space and less exposure for the staff. The beds were far apart, and I got to have TWO cookies. This session was harder on me, though, for some reason, running into issues I’ve never had before -- a tricksy vein in the left arm, they had to switch to my right arm, still a slower flow than normal, and then I almost blacked out after I’d been home for almost two hours and had already been lying down for 45 minutes. I did feel better after I took an actual nap and mega-loaded on iron at dinner, but then I was hungry again and had to make a sandwich just an hour later. I woke up really early this morning bc I was starving. I took a nap again today. I’m still so tired. No idea why it’s hitting me so hard this time; I’ve never had any of these happen to me before. I’m usually an easy draw. Curtis thought it might be due to allergy season plus the general stress of these times.

We had a nice, easy-going Easter holiday today. Sid and I dyed eggs last night, I was able to make him a basket he was excited about, and we had our egg hunt around our yard. We’re going to have a repeat of our metal dinner from last night (rolls, with pork chops and asparagus both from the grill), plus potatoes au gratin.

Last night Sid was awakened by coyotes. They are some loud, crazy bastards, and also they definitely like to use our field as a highway (as do the raccoons, deer, and foxes).

#also jennhoney sent us all masks and Sid is CRACKING US UP #BECAUSE HE LOVES HIS FUCKING MASK #he's just. wearing it. all the time. for fun. and fashion #he said it makes him feel like a hacker

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soundofseventeen · 6 years ago

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Promise Pt. 2 (Kim Mingyu)

Hello! Part 2! Enjoy! Eep! -Erin

Masterlist

“Dude, stop looking at her like that.” Wonwoo said, connecting the dots between Mingyu’s gaze and you. Mingyu remained frozen, so Wonwoo shook his own head while smacking his friend in the head.

“OW! What?” Mingyu asked, finally coming back to reality and turning to Wonwoo. “Why’d you hit me?”

“Because you were being a creep.” Wonwoo laughed, patting Mingyu’s shoulder.

“I was not.” Mingyu said, rubbing his head and looking towards you again.

“She’s cute, isn’t she?” Wonwoo smirked. Mingyu just turned his glance away, pulling out his phone.

“I don’t know. Kinda.” Wonwoo just rolled his eyes.

“Do you want me to just introduce you?”

“Wait, you know her?” Mingyu asked, and Wonwoo nodded.

“She was on that show that I guested on at the end of last year. She would have lunch with me so I wouldn’t be by myself.” Mingyu looked towards you again, tilting his head.

“I don’t recognize her…”

“You really didn’t watch that show, huh?” Wonwoo said, mocking offence. Mingyu quickly started to come up with an excuse, but Wonwoo noticed you walking away from the staff member. “HEY Y/N!”

“Wait, what are you doing.” Mingyu said, staring at his friend wide-eyed as you looked in their direction. Wonwoo waved a hand, causing you to make your way over to them. “Dude, wait, no, I’m not-”

“Hi.” You smiled as you approached the two boys. Wonwoo gave you a smile, while Mingyu froze in place.

“Hello again. You ready to get started with the show?” Wonwoo asked, feigning completely normal conversation. You shrugged your shoulders, letting out a little laugh.

“I sure hope so. We’ll have to wait and find out, I guess.” Your eyes kept going to Mingyu, mild concern on your mind. “Is… Is he okay? He hasn’t blinked…” You half whispered to Wonwoo, who immediately moved his elbow to Mingyu’s stomach.

“Yeah, he’s fine. You’re fine, right Mingyu?” Wonwoo said, turning to his friend, who came back to reality again.

“Uh, oh yeah, I’m-”

“You’re Mingyu?” You asked, and he looked back to you, a small smile on his face.

“Um. Yes, I’m Mingyu.” He held out a hand to you, which you shook.

“Nice to finally meet you! I’ve been trying to figure out who you are all morning.” You laughed, and he let out a laugh too. “I’m Y/N, though you probably figured that out from Wonwoo.”

“Yeah, he kind of mentioned you.” Mingyu replied, trying to not sound as flustered as he felt.

“Y/N was telling me earlier about our comeback. She really liked our unit song.” Wonwoo grinned and you looked at him.

“Oh my god! That’s where I recognize you from! You guys are in the same group!” You said, finally clicking why Mingyu looked so familiar to you. “Yeah, I loved it. The whole mini-album got added to my playlist.”

“Wait, really?” Mingyu smiled, turning into puppy mode (which only Wonwoo noticed). “That’s-”

“THERE YOU TWO ARE!” Two more boys entered the room, both of which you kind of recognized as well. Considering they stopped next to Wonwoo and Mingyu, you figured they must be in the group too.

“We’ve been trying to find you since we got here!” The slightly taller one said, looking around.

“Where the hell did you two even go?” Wonwoo asked, looking at the door they came in.

“I think we took a wrong turn earlier. We found Monsta X though, and kind of got distracted. Hoshi here started playing a game with Jooheon and...” The other one replied, turning towards you. “Hey, who’s this?”

“Wait, are you Y/N? From that show Wonwoo was on?” You laughed a bit, Wonwoo turning to Mingyu.

“Even Hoshi watched it.” Mingyu gave him an innocent smile as Wonwoo turned back to you. “Sorry, this is Soonyoung and Seungkwan. They’re also in our group.”

“Nice to meet you guys.” You smiled, looking around the room. “I uhm… I should get to the set. I wanna take a look around before we starting filming and people start coming. See you guys later!” You added, waving at the boys, turning to leave the room.

“She was cute.” Soonyoung commented, casually going to flop himself on the couch.

“She really was, wasn’t she Mingyu?” Wonwoo asked, raising an eyebrow at his friend, who was now blushing extremely noticeably.

“I mean… I… Guess.” Mingyu said, walking away to go pick up his phone.

“Wait, do you-” Seungkwan started, but Mingyu cut him off.

“I gotta go make sure everything’s ready. See you guys soon, wish me luck.” He smiled, leaving the room. Wonwoo didn’t miss the tongue stuck out in his direction on Mingyu’s way out.

“Okay, that wasn’t as bad as I thought…” You smiled, packing up your bag from the back as the make-up artist from before cleaned up her counter.

“I told you. You did great.”

“I did mess up a couple times, though.” You said, thinking back to the jumbled up words and the one point where you nearly tripped on the stage.

“They were hardly noticeable. Besides, Mingyu covered them pretty well.”

“Yeah, he kind of did.” You grinned again, remembering his parts of the show. You had to admit, when you originally met Mingyu with Wonwoo, you were a little nervous about how this would turn out. He somehow became a whole new person once he got on that stage, which ended up leading to a couple of your mess-ups. You certainly weren’t prepared for his personality change.

“Plus, I heard they asked if you would come back for a future show, so that means they obviously liked you.” She smiled again, patting your shoulder. “Good luck, see you next time.” She grinned, waving as she left the room. You sighed, finishing packing your bag when you heard a knock behind you.

“Yes- Oh, hi Wonwoo.” You smiled, turning around.

“Nice job today.” He said, walking into the room.

“Thank you. I uh… I didn’t get to talk to Mingyu after we finished, but please tell him he did a good job too.” You said, picking up your bag and swinging it on your shoulder.

“Will do. Hey, is your schedule crazy tomorrow?” Wonwoo asked, and you raised your eyebrows.

“I mean, I have some filming to do, but I think I can find an hour or two somewhere. Why?”

“Well, my unit has off tomorrow and we haven’t really caught up since the show ended, so I just wanted to talk and such.” Wonwoo smiled, and you nodded, letting out a breath. “You know, catch up.”

“Okay. Yeah, I would love that. How about tomorrow at like, 10:30? We could meet at that coffee shop we used to go to?”

“Perfect. I will meet you there tomorrow. 10:30.” You nodded your head, and Wonwoo turned to leave. “Excellent, now go rest. You earned it.” You rolled your eyes, plugging your headphones in and turning the opposite way down the hallway, quickly texting one of your costars.

Meanwhile, Wonwoo finally caught up to Mingyu, Soonyoung, and Seungkwan, all waiting for him.

“Where did you go?” Wonwoo just shrugged at Seungkwan’s question.

“Just wanted to go congratulate Y/N.” Wonwoo said, getting into the car next to Mingyu. Once they started traveling, Wonwoo turned to Mingyu.

“So, what are you doing tomorrow around 10:30?”

#seventeen au #seventeen fic #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagine #seventeen series #seventeen x reader #seventeen mingyu #kim mingyu #mingyu #mingyu au #mingyu fic #mingyu fluff #mingyu imagine #mingyu series #mingyu x reader

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acecombatmutual · 6 years ago

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"romani."

"gudako it is literally two am," the twink man says, pausing his 8th consecutive hour of that one love live gacha. "what do you want."

"we have a problem."

"which is?"

"mcdonalds." saber alter doesnt mince words. shes just fucking hungee, and if she doesnt get some sort of sustenance in the next hour, she will go apeshit.

"the pantry-"

"gone," gawain says it sadly. "even the reserve chips."

"who the fuck ate those??"

gudakos phone buzzes with a twitter DM. 'dont FUCKING tell him or im leaving chaldea' says merlin.

"i dunno man. but the point here is that i want to go to mcdonalds."

"so you came to me??????"

"ya." gudako says flatly. "rayshift us."

romani stares at them for a solid, like, ten seconds. he does the thing where you press your hands together and hold them to your face like youre about to say 'boi.'

"RAYSHIFTING IS FOR EMERGENCIES ONLY AND I THOUGHT WE JUST WENT OVER THIS YESTERD-"

"saber alter is about to murder everyone in here and then herself my dude." gudako gestures to the increasingly pissed salter.

romani does a little option weighing in his head. hmm.... "ok FINE but this is the last time."

and so romani rayshifts saber alter, gawain, bedivere, not mash because shes asleep soundly, and gudako to a mcdonalds in the middle of nowhere in the united states.

"hey," gudako almost falls out of the rayshift portal. "can i get a fucking uhh.." she counts the number of people in the room. "three happy meals and one (1) triple cheeseburger?"

"maam with all due respect what the fuck." the employee is hakunon kishinami actually. after they woke up from cryostasis and rani found them, they were like well humanity has collapsed essentially im going to go to micky ds and get a job.

"you heard her." saber alter says. "triple. cheese. burger."

"alright........" hakunon is actually kind of scared because they recognize salter as someone who looks like nero but evil and thats not ok. they are also is scared of gawain because what the actual fuck they just had to murder his master why is this strange person commanding him now.

about 5 (five) seconds later, the gang has their happy meals. the staff was scared out of their minds because salter threatened to release her noble phantasm on them if they didnt "give me my fucking burger you absolute useless and worthless humans."

"thanks," bedivere who has been (rightfully) silent this entire time says as he recieves his happy meal, complete with a toy.

"this place is a freakshow. i literally respect only you and gawain." gudako replies. salter is busy yelling at the staff because they forgot her pickles. also she might have excalibur morgan'd through a wall. whoops, thinks gudako, i aint paying for that.

"fucking GOD," salter finishes yelling. "i HATE humans." she takes her burger from the poor motherfucker who had to serve it to her and almost (ALMOST) bites directly into the box (shes like a goat, she can eat anything and make it into magical energy) before remembering that cardboard probably tastes like shit.

"wow." gawain has no words for the ~evil~ version of the king of knights who just fucking obliterated an ENTIRE wall of mcdonalds. "can we leave?"

"yea," gudako texts romani: 'yo dude salter just almost killed the staff PLEASE GOD rayshift me back'.

approx. 5 mins later, at 2:10 am, the knights of the round minus a few of them and plus gudako are eating their happy meals in gudakos room. some servants like sleeping in there cause gudako keeps their room super warm. and its cold at chaldea. also saber alter steals their blankets sometimes which isnt very nice.

"so what are we doing tomorrow?" gawain asks, in the middle of munching on like 4 fries at once for maximum fry consumption efficiency.

"dunno. probably playing minecraft."

"ooh my favorite," bedivere says. hes eating his chicken nuggies with his regular arm as to not mess up his silver arm (which makes no sense, why wouldnt he just not get grease on his regular arm??). "i plan to help gawain with farming."

"the best part of minecraft." gawain says.

saber alter is in the corner, silent, eating her triple cheeseburger. "yo you good?" gudako asks. they dont get a reply.

everyone eventually finishes eating. "im super tired." gudako says. "gonna bounce. i might do some ember farming tho, so dont stay up too late."

at approx. 8 am, gudako gets a text from romani that says 'FINISHED PREP TO RAYSHIFT INTO BABYLONIA MEET ME AT 9 AM!!!!!!'

"oh god fucking damn it," gudako says aloud. they literally just woke up.

"huh?" gawain asks. hes been awake probably the entire night. he likes to play minecraft super late.

"babylon." gudako replies. "euuuuruuurrhghjhhjhhjggjj......"

FIN

#long post #rip mobiles i jus wanted to put this here now #go sakura beam

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theorganasolo · 6 years ago

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Polaris - Chapter 3

Well if anyone is reading this here is Chapter 3!

Thank you to the girls in the gc for all of the support!

I borrowed some quotes from the movie Balto, but besides that it’s all mine!

January 22, 1925

The mission to prevent an epidemic from wiping out the tiny town of Nome was well underway. Dr. Rieekan had sent a telegram via the Army Signal Corps, to alert all of the major towns in Alaska as well as Governor Scott C. Bone, in Juneau of a public health crisis. A second telegram was sent to the U.S. Public Health Service in Washington DC explaining the situation and the need for more diphtheria antitoxin. While the urgent telegrams were sent out more and more cases made their way to the hospital. The makeshift diphtheria unit was severely understaffed. With Shara still grieving, and Leia only working on non-infected people, that left Mara, Mon, and Rieekan to care for the diphtheria patients. And it was a gruesome sight. Most of the ill were small children, their little bodies covered in rashes and in severe cases, even ulcers. They had the most dreadful wet cough, one that rattled the chest and left it’s victims wheezing as the lungs struggled to clear the mucus from the airways. With no serum at hand the only medicine they had to offer was opium or morphine, and that would only lessen the pain, make them more comfortable while everyone prayed that the inevitable was delayed.

Leia could only stare helplessly behind the door, staring through the glass as she watched Mara and Mon rush back and forth between rooms trying to help everyone they could. She wanted so badly to be in that room, it was her job, to help the people who needed it. It drew back from when her parents died in the 1918 Spanish Influenza Epidemic, known as “The Big Sickness,” and all she could do was stand and watch as they deteriorated before her eyes. From that point on, she decided she wanted to do something in the medical field, so she could try to prevent more deaths like her parents, so she wouldn’t ever feel helpless ever again.

Well so much for that notion. Leia drew in a deep breath, that promise she made to Han was getting harder and harder to keep, and it had only been one day. Well maybe if I just slip into the room and give them more supplies, that wouldn’t do any harm would it? Yes! That’s what I’ll do, and it’ll be perfectly harmless. With that thought she brought her hand up to the door handle and-

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

Leia practically jumped ten feet in the air, whirred around, only to come face to face with a person she hadn’t seen in almost a year.

“Jyn?!”

Jyn Erso smirked, “The one and only.”

Jyn was a few years older than Leia and had worked in the hospital before she moved away with her husband Cassian to Juneau last year, as Cassian had found better job opportunities there.

Leia was practically slack-jawed, “What are you- I mean it’s been so long, I-I can’t believe you’re back, What-”

“Wow I made Leia Organa speechless, if this is what it takes to get you unraveled I should come back to visit more often,” she joked.

“Very funny, and it’s Leia Organa Solo.”

Jyn smiled, “That’s right, I still can’t believe you’re married and have a kid.”

“Erso, I was married and Jaina was already born before you left!”

“I know, doesn’t make it less shocking.”

Leia rolled her eyes, “Oh would you just hug me?”

Jyn smiled before embracing the small woman.

“To answer your question, I’m here because Rieekan sent for me, saying how they need more hands, and most importantly, to keep an eye on you.”

“Me?”

“Yes you, I know you’re itching to help everyone who’s sick but I also know that you’re pregnant and the hospital still needs staff to help those who are injured or have minor illnesses.”

A sigh escaped Leia, “So you’re basically a glorified babysitter?”

Chuckles greeted Leia’s question, “Well someone needs to look out for you!”

“Oh great, I have Han practically smothering me at home, and now you at work.”

“That’s the spirit! Now come on, bed four has a patient with rectal problems and I’m sure as hell not sticking my hand up in there.”

January 24, 1925

In two more days two more fatalities occurred and 20 more diagnoses were made, while 50 others were at risk. At this point Jyn was working in the diphtheria unit full time, the crisis too severe to simply stay with Leia. More and more children, and some adults, filled the hospital beds. At one point they had to bring in cots from the town school, not that it mattered, school had been canceled with the majority of the students infected, and they didn’t want any more getting sick if they could help it. With school being canceled, Winter had extended her stay with the Organa-Solo’s to stay home with Jaina while Leia and Han both worked. And then, it happened.

Jaina woke up the previous morning with a small cough.

“Nothing to worry about I’m sure,” Winter quipped, “It’s probably just a cold. She hasn’t been around anyone who was sick after all. It’s most likely some 24 hour bug that will be gone by tomorrow” And with that Winter shoved Han and Leia out the door so they could get to work.

Except it wasn’t a 24 hour bug. Jaina woke up the morning of the 24th with her cough worse, a fever, and chills. But no rash thank God thought Leia as she and Han took Jaina to the hospital. As they walked in, Rieekan took one look at the little girl being carried in Han’s arms and directed them to the diphtheria unit. Leia froze, “No.”

“Lelila, it’s just a precaution, maybe she doesn’t have it, but I can’t risk her possibly infecting patients in the other wing.” And with that, Rieekan took Jaina to an examining room, empty for once, while Han and Leia waited outside the door.

“Leia.”

He was met with silence.

“Leia would you please look at me?”

Leia slowly turned to look at her husband and Han found himself staring into her pale face with silent tears running down her cheeks.

“Oh sweetheart,” and with that Han took her into his arms, “it’s gonna be okay, whatever it is we’ll face it together, okay? I promise.”

Leia broke free from his arms, “Oh Han, she’s just so- she’s just so small.” She couldn’t even breathe the word diphtheria for fear of it coming true.

“I know sweetheart, I know.” He laced their hands together and Leia found comfort in Han’s thumb drawing small circles on her hand.

The door swung open as Rieekan walked out, Leia and Han caught bits of his conversation with their daughter,

“Grandpa Rieekan, I’m so cold,” Jaina’s raspy voice croaked out.

“I know you are Jaina, I’ll get Mara to come by with more blankets.”

Rieekan then led Han and Leia to his office and Han was the first one to break the silence.

“Doc, how is she?”

“Exhausted from coughing and her fever is getting worse.”

He took a deep breath before saying his next words and locked eyes with Leia, Leia who has already been dealt too many hands in her life, who didn’t deserve to have this happen to her.

“It looks like diphtheria, she’s the 18th case this week,” Rieekan dropped into his chair putting his head in his hands, “and as you know...I’m out of antitoxin.”

The “Strangling Angel of Children” is what it was so lovingly referred to. A disease that kills by suffocating from a grey, leathery coating in the back of your throat, a horrible form of asphyxiation. And now Jaina had it. Leia couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. She had witnessed her own parents die from another horrible disease. And now the same fate seemed to be destined for her baby girl.

Han looked like he had been punched in the gut. His eyes were downcast, lips pursed, Leia could tell he was holding back his own tears. She saw him swallow before opening his mouth, “So- so- ah shit- so what do we do Carlist? What do we do?”

Rieekan looked up at the couple standing before him, Leia had crossed over to her husband and held him in her arms.

“We make her comfortable and-”

“No! Now don’t give me that shit!”

“Han! He’s only trying to”

Rieekan interrupted, “Lelila just...let him get it out.”

“Make her comfortable, are you fucking kidding me? That’s what you say to parents whose kids are about to die, and I’m not about to let that happen to my little girl, I want you to do a lot more than just comfort her for Christ’s sake.”

With that, Han stormed out of Rieekans office, the door slamming behind him in his wake.

“Carlist, I’m so sorry, Han’s just frustrated and worried about Jaina, he didn’t mean to yell.”

“Leia, it’s okay. Han is absolutely right, we need to be doing more than just comforting people. I just can’t! Without the medicine there is nothing more for me to do. That’s why I’m having a meeting with the Board of Health superintendent, to see what we can do to get the medicine here.

Leia felt herself begin to calm a little, Jaina’s case was mild. If they could get the medicine back in time she should make a full recovery. Hope. I need to hold onto that, there is still hope.

“Thank you Rieekan, she made to leave his office and before she walked out, Leia turned to the tired doctor, “Well, I guess my wish about wanting to be in the diphtheria unit will finally come true,” she wryly spat out before heading out.

If one were to enter the Post Office of Nome you would find Board of Health superintendent Mark Summers sending out urgent messages via telegram at a small desk, trying to bring the desperately needed medicine to his town.

Anchorage. Stop. Repeat, urgent request. More diphtheria antitoxin. Stop. Nome in grave danger. Stop. Please help. Stop.

These messages were sent to different ports, air and sea while Summers waited on baited breath for a response, and he didn’t have to wait long. First ones from the sea ports came in:

Nome, pack ice closing in. Cannot ship antitoxin by sea. Will try by air.

Then the airports:

Nome, storm at airport. Planes grounded until storm clears. Many regrets.

And then finally:

From Juneau, Office of the Governor, We are shipping antitoxin by rail. Stop. Train line ends at town of Nenana. Select fastest dogs for sled team to carry antitoxin from Nenana to Nome. Stop. God willing, train will make it through. Stop.

After receiving the telegrams, Summers went and shared this information with Dr. Rieekan and the town council. It was agreed that a dog sled relay would be used to retrieve the medicine from the town of Nenana. The town council decided that two teams would be used. One would start at Nenana and the other at Nome, meeting at the town of Nulato. Another aspect agreed on was that Han Solo would be the best choice to make the 630 mile round trip from Nome to Nulato and then back again. The decision was unanimously voted on and now all that was left to do was actually ask the man himself. Would he be willing to leave his only daughter, who was sick, to get the antitoxin and prevent an epidemic? Apparently, yes.

“No.”

“Leia-come on, it’s not like I’m leaving tomorrow. I still have to get the dogs in gear.”

“Oh wow, a few extra days,” Leia choked out.

“Sweetheart-”

“No! You aren’t leaving! You promised me that you would stay with us, and that we would get through this together, you promised!”

“Leia I want to keep that promise, I do. But this is how we get through this. If I go out and get that medicine, Jaina and all of the other kids will get better and we can hopefully avoid an epidemic. And you can’t stop me from doing this.”

Leia’s expression had turned icy, “Well then I guess you really don’t care about me, this baby, or your daughter.”

Han froze, “Now wait just a second. I’m doing this for you! Do you think I want to leave you guys? Leia- it’s killing me even thinking about it, but I can’t- I can’t watch out daughter die while we sit and do nothing.”

“She could die while you’re out in the middle of nowhere.”

“Fuck, Leia, don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think I’m fucking aware of that possibly happening? I wouldn’t be leaving if I didn’t think it was the best possible option.

“I - I know Han- I know.” Leia breathed out before bursting into tears, “I’m sorry Han, I’m so sorry for saying those horrible things to you, I didn’t mean it I just-”

Leia was overwhelmed with the feeling of her husband’s arms around surrounding her, and she buried her face in his chest.

“Shh shh, I know sweetheart. I’m doing this for Jaina.

“I know,” came Leia’s muffled response before she pulled back. “I know you care about us, and that’s why you’re doing this, but it still hurts.”

Han tried to smile for her, “Leia I can’t sit back and do nothing.”

“Hmmm sounds like I was saying those same words to you a few days ago so I guess I should just let it happen.”

“Welcome to my world sweetheart,” Han chuckled a little before immediately frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well if telling you was this hard, how on Earth am I going to tell Jaina?”

Now it was Leia’s turn to envelope her husband in a hug.

“We’ll do it together.”

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percywinchester27 · 7 years ago

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Tic Tac Toe (Part-13)

Word count: 4.9k-ish

Pairing: Sam X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Feels, Fluff!

Series Summary: The reader shifts into a new city after being offered a dream job by a big firm. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect after an ugly break-up with a douche-bag Ex. But things turn out not as dreamy as she’d want them to be and the only thing that keeps her smiling is a totally coincidental game of Tic Tac Toe.

A/N: Okay I LOVE this chapter. For so many reasons!! I hope you guys do too :)

Please leave some feedback? It’s what keeps me going. LOVE Y’all!

Beta: The forever awesome @sdavid09 and my darling @vougebandit. You guys rock!!

Catch up: Part 1, Tic Tac Toe Masterlist

As you closed your eyes, scooting as close as possible to Sam without touching him in that tiny bed, you vowed that tomorrow, you'd make it up to him, because he was worth so much more than the trivial accusations. He was the best and you promised yourself that you'd do everything to show him exactly that...

Reader's POV:

You opened your eyes, feeling the chill settle in every part of your body. The room was light, so you guessed it was morning already, but it wasn't light enough to be too late. How you wished that you had woken up like yesterday, innocently nestled in Sam's arms, but he was still sleeping ramrod straight on his back, away from you. The only contact was where your hand rested on his stomach as you slept on your side facing him.

His face didn't look as serene as you'd come to expect, but the creases on his forehead weren't too pronounced either. They were sublime and it made you feel horrible. The corners of your eyes pricked and you gulped, willing yourself to be stronger. This was your screw up so you didn't get to play the victim here.

Carefully, you scooted closer to Sam on the ridiculously small bed. He'd had to sleep on the extreme edge to achieve the feat of not touching you at all. Was he that upset? Was he that mad? It made you hesitate, but then you made up your mind and pushed your hand farther, wrapping it around his waist and snuggling close to him.

Sam stilled underneath you, and you immediately closed your eyes, groaning sleepily.

You could feel Sam draw in a deep breath, before his hand settle over your head, hesitantly. It lingered there for a fraction of a second and then he removed it. You could hear his small sigh.

"Is there any chance you'd consider forgiving me?" You asked in a small voice.

Sam gently disentangled his torso from your limbs, and propped himself up on his elbows. "Y/N?"

Timidly, you peeked up at him. His eyes were confused but clear like the morning sky. There was no anger or resentment there.

"Why would I be angry with you?"

"Because of last night?" You looked down. It would have been better if Sam was angry, because you couldn't offer an explanation when he wasn't asking for one.

"You mean for pretending to be asleep when I came in, and then walking out on me in the dead of the night?"

"Yes that." You hung your head.

Sam put a finger underneath your chin and lifted it up. You looked up to see that he was smiling a small smile. You launched into an explanation still.

"I just… I am so sorry…"

"Shhhh…." He put a finger to your lips. "Why are you saying sorry?"

"Because," you started slowly, "Because I think I hurt you."

"No you did not," Sam said firmly. "Last night, I asked you to wait up for me, and then when I figured out that you were pretending to sleep, and later when you walked out, I was afraid that maybe I pushed you too soon."

Oh god! Sam was making this about himself, when it wasn't.

He continued. "I know it's been just a week, and you're right, it is too soon. I should have realized that you must still be not ready… after what happened with your Ex."

You simply stared at him. All that time you'd spent worrying that Sam would be angry with you, he'd been beating himself up and feeling guilty about something that had nothing to do with yesterday. But like hell you were going to tell him the truth. It was better to let him feel guilty about this than telling him what happened last evening. You didn't want to cause a fight between Sam and John.

"Why didn't you talk to me last night? Why didn't you stop me from going away?" You asked.

"I-I wanted to. But I was scared that if I stopped you, I'd just push you further away," he said, running his fingers through his hair.

"No, Sam!" You said finally, not able to keep it in. "It's not you. You can never push me, you are not that person. I just wasn't in a good space and I didn't want to drag you with me. I was so scared that I'd hurt you in the process."

You expected Sam to refute your apology, but he seemed deep in thought.

"I thought you had decided to go sleep in the guest room actually, and I couldn't sleep so I took a walk downstairs to the pier, to clear my head, and I saw you there, sitting with Dean."

You stilled. "What?"

"Yeah," he said. "The two of you were talking, so I turned and walked back up. Put out clothes for you and then went to sleep."

"But I thought you couldn't sleep," you pointed out.

"Yeah I had been over thinking before, but then I saw you with Dean and that relaxed me a little. I figured Dean would make everything alright," he shrugged, making you smile.

"He's kind of awesome, isn't he?"

"Yeah, he gets it from me," Sam smirked.

"Shut up!" You giggled, and he laughed with you, the sound echoing off the tiny cluttered walls. You couldn't help yourself. You slowly leaned forward, making your intentions perfectly clear and captured his lips in yours, kissing him slowly, but deeply.

Sam's hand reflexively came up to brush the hair out of your face, as he closed his eyes, the other hand clutching at the exposed skin of your lower back where the plaid had ridden up. You moaned into his mouth when you felt his skin come in contact with yours and your hands tugged at the hem of his T-shirt.

Sam's hands immediately cuffed your wrists, tucking them at your side, as he pulled away. You gave him a confused look, and he shook his head.

"Not like this, Y/N. Not because you feel like you have to, and certainly not because you think it's your job to make up for what happened yesterday. We'll do it only because we want to."

You wanted to tell him that he was wrong. That you were doing this because you wanted to, but he was right. Even though most of you wanted to do this, had wanted to do this since the minute you set eyes on him, there was a part of you that felt guilty about last night. Taking this next step because of any reason apart from love would be unfair to Sam, unfair to both of you.

You sighed and rolled over, but Sam's hand shot out to grip you before you completely fell over.

"Hey," he whispered softly, his face coming to nuzzle your neck. "I love you!"

"I love you too," you smiled, wondering for the umpteenth time how in the name of everything that is holy did you get so lucky?

"C'mon handsome," you slapped his back lightly, "We need to be up and about. I'll hit the showers first."

The breakfast was an awkward affair. You tried to be perfectly polite to both John and Mary, but that also made you awfully formal. John seemed to be a little surprised, and Mary seemed on edge, but it was good that Sam hadn't really seen you interact with his parents much to note the difference.

He did seem bemused at the lack of conversation though, but you had decided to hold your own in front of John. Sure the company was his, but right now, he was your boyfriend's dad and whatever image he might be harboring of you wasn't true, so you weren't going to steal looks, no. You were going to raise that chin and walk around with dignity. John Winchester could suck it.

The weirdest thing was, as formal as you were with John, Sam was even more so. Their conversation mostly revolved around the big employee shift from the head office to one in Lawrence and from Lawrence to unit 3. It seemed even more prescribed than office meetings. You tried to pay complete attention to your conversation with Mary, but snippets could still be overheard from theirs.

You gathered that there was supposed to be some big send off party in the evening for all the staff moving around. That, and the fact that January was going to be one hell of a month because of all the management changes. You didn't know whether you were excited for it, or already tired at the prospect.

It was only when Mary had disappeared into the kitchen to get more eggs that you really paid attention. It seemed that Sam was refusing to be at the party.

Later, when the two of you were out shopping, you brought it up with him.

"Why do you not want to go that party?"

"So you heard that huh?" He asked, his eyes not giving away anything.

"Yeah, I caught bits and parts," you shrugged. "So why do you not want to go?"

Sam considered for a minute, before slowly saying, "It's a campfire. I-I thought maybe you wouldn't want to go."

"Why wouldn't I?" You smirked. "Don't you want to show off your new girlfriend?"

All the worry dissipated from Sam's eyes. "Of course I want to."

The two of you spent the morning getting you some clothes. A couple tank tops and pajama shorts. That would suffice till you went to your mom's place for New Year. Despite the jokes you'd made with Dean, you paid for your own clothes.

That afternoon, Sam took you to a small but very comfortable bistro. He did all those things you knew he would, like pulling chairs, opening doors, asking you to pick what you wanted to eat instead of just picking it for you, but it still surprised you. Mark was a dick, and you shouldn't even be thinking of comparing Sam to him, but Sam's gentlemanly instincts took you by surprise anyway.

"Are you gonna tell me which embarrassing stories Dean told you about me last night?" Sam asked. His tone was light, but you could sense that he was curious.

"Just one," you winked. "Something about a failed math test."

Sam chuckled. "Of course he had to tell that!"

"He came there looking for you actually," you told him. "Thought he'd find you there. Guess, he wasn't wrong after all, was he?"

"No he wasn't." Sam smiled.

The rest of the conversation flowed easily, but you couldn't help but wonder whether Sam had something on his mind. You wanted to ask him, but you also knew that if he was ready to share, he'd do it himself. When it was time to leave and both you and Sam were in the car, he looked you deep in the eyes.

"Do you really want to go the campfire?" He asked earnestly.

"Do you?" You countered.

In that one second, he slipped. You could see through him, that he was hesitating taking you there, and for the life of you, you couldn't fathom why.

"Look, if you don't wanna go, we don't have to," you told him. "It doesn't matter whether I want to or not, because I want to spend the evening with you."

He gave you a long searching look, before you saw the resolve form in his eyes. "You want to go, so we are going."

"But-"

"Don't worry about it, okay?"

Sam's POV:

The night was very chilly, and Sam was worried about the fact that Y/N didn't have a coat. The afternoon had been relatively warm and during all the shopping it hadn't occurred to either of them to buy a coat.

Sam smiled to himself as he shrugged out of his own coat and offered it to Y/N. "Here," he said. "It's getting cold."

She grinned slyly up at him and Sam could have kissed her then and there.

"Don't go thinking you can keep this one too," he reminded her. "You already have one of mine."

"I plan to do no such thing, Sir," she looked up at him through her long lashes, making his heart skip a beat. She was doing it on purpose and that warmed his panicked heart a bit as they walked towards the backyard of the house where a huge campfire had been set up.

Sam could feel his pulse quicken the moment he saw the roaring fire. It seemed to meet the sky as the flames consumed the fuel, reducing it to red hot embers. He didn't realise he'd stopped walking till Y/N tugged at his arm.

"Sam?" She asked softly.

He resumed walking, knowing how this must look to her and he hated himself for not being completely able to assuage her insecurities. He could guess what she was thinking, that he was embarrassed to show her off in front of his staff, as if such a belief could even exist. Truth be told, Sam felt proud to be walking next to her. She was kind and charming and so very brave, and that was why he was reluctant to come to the campfire, especially with her.

She was brave, and he wasn't.

He knew he should have told her the moment she first asked, but he could also see the excitement in her eyes at the mention of the gathering. And so he didn't. He didn't tell her how excruciatingly scared he was of fire, and of having her anywhere near fire.

Scenes from the night before's nightmare flashed across his vision. The burning house, the restraining hands and the dying scream… Y/N's scream. Sam had to fight the urge to tightly grasp Y/N's hand and drag her as far away from the scene before him as possible. Hide her from his own cruel fate, but he knew his thoughts were selfish, just like his fears. He held Y/N just a little tighter.

A slap on his back pulled Sam away from his thoughts.

"Long time, no see, son!"

Sam turned around to see Bobby, and he could help the smile that spread across his lips.

"Bobby!" He exclaimed and hugged the old man. "How've you been doing?"

"Good, good! Just missing the good old days, ya know," he said, turning towards Y/N. "You must be Y/N Y/L/N, right? Jo's told us so much about you, and how talented you are."

Y/N gave him a genuine smile. "Likewise Mr. Singer. It's good to finally meet you."

Sam could see Ellen just beyond the burning stack, deep in conversation with Jo and Dean, who seemed to be sweating bullets. Sam knew it had nothing to do with the campfire and Dean's nervousness over the proposal made him smile.

Sam thought it was great that Jo was choosing to stay back in Lawrence after the shift, but he had to admit, as happy as he was for his brother, he was going to miss having her around. They made their way towards her and Jo hugged Y/N hard.

"This is my mom, Ellen," she introduced Ellen, "and my cousin Castiel."

"It's Cas," Cas shook hands with Y/N before pulling Sam into a hug. "It's great to see you Sam."

"Same, Cas," Sam smiled. He then turned to Y/N. "Cas is also an associate with the firm, Y/N."

"And my best friend," Dean piped in. He still looked pale and Sam had to control his grin.

He watched closely as Dean stepped forward and pulled Y/N into a brief hug. She too willingly wrapped her hands around his waist and whispered something in his ear and then both of them laughed. It was a private moment and Sam let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Up until this point he hadn't realized how important it was to him for Y/N to like Dean and Dean to like her back. They were the two most important people to him now. And seeing them like this made him feel relieved.

Sam watched Y/N disentangle from Dean and converse politely with Cas and Ellen and he couldn't help but feel like the luckiest guy in the world. She was doing so much for him, meeting his family, adjusting to his life especially after what had happened at the office.

He owed her the truth. She deserved to know why he didn't want her to come to the campfire.

Sam bowed his head so it was close to her ear and whispered. "Wanna get out of here?"

She gave him a questioning look which changed into a resigned one. "Sure," she smiled.

He took her hand and guided her towards the back porch. From there, the view of the campfire was clearly visible, but it was far away from eavesdropping ears. Sam led her to the creaky swing and sat down on in, pulling her besides him. She sat willingly enough, her hair swirling around her face. Sam took the stolen moment to himself as he tucked it back in its place.

"We shouldn't have come here, if you didn't want to-"

"be seen with you?" He completed, leaving her dumbstruck.

"Well yeah," she shrugged, trying to hide the hurt in her eyes.

"You really thought that was the reason, didn't you?" Sam looked at her, while she wrangled her fingers in her lap.

"You remember the other night? When I called you at 3 in the morning?"

Y/N looked up and nodded, but it was clear that this was the last thing she had expected him to say. "Yeah, I remember."

"I obviously didn't call you only because I wanted to hear your voice," he laughed mirthlessly, but she was still listening very attentively.

"I- I have trouble sleeping, Y/N. I think you know this, but when I was just an intern at WAA, my house burned down to ground. My then girlfriend, Jessica, she died in that fire." Sam looked up to see your face, expecting god knows what, but instead he found a look of utter compassion there.

"I'm sorry, Sam… I knew that, but I didn't bring it up with you because I knew you would tell me about it when you were ready."

Sam nodded. He gulped once before speaking. "I reached there in time, you know. They told me the fire had been raging on for a couple hours now and that there was no chance that she could be alive. So they didn't let me go in. I struggled and yanked against the arms holding me back, but they wouldn't give up. They didn't give up till I gave up. And you know what? She was alive in there. Somehow she was still alive. We heard her scream that one last dying scream. If only I hadn't listened to them, there was a chance that I could have saved her."

Y/N looked alarmed. "Sam… If you are trying to say that what happened to Jessica was your fault-"

"But wasn't it?" Sam countered, his voice raising off his own accord. "It was Y/N! I should never have given up. But the truth is, it's all my fault, because I was too damn scared to go into that fire."

"Sam what are you saying?" She asked in a low voice.

He took a deep breath to compose himself, before speaking again. "When I was 6 months old, my nursery caught fire." If Y/N had looked alarmed before, she was looking horrified now. Sam continued, "I of course don't remember any of it, but I have a scar on my back from where my skin was burned. I would have died… but mom… she saved me. She pulled me into her arms and took the worst of it upon herself."

"Jesus Christ, Sam," she whispered, horror struck. "How did the two of you survive?"

"Dad pulled her out," Sam said, his voice starting to break a little. "He pulled her out, and Dean saved me from the fire. Her burns weren't intensive, mostly just superficial, but she took a hit to her head because of a beam. There was severe concussion and that landed her in coma. She was there for 4 years."

"4 years?" Y/N was appalled.

"Yeah," Sam sighed. "That and years of therapy after that to get her completely on her feet like she is now. Dean practically raised me. He's been more of a parent to me that either of them actually. I owe just about everything I achieved in my life to him." It was true, and Sam was proud to admit it. Dean was there every time Sam had needed him, as a brother, as a parent and a best friend.

"What about John?"

Sam scoffed. "Every time he saw me, it reminded him of what had happened to his happy family, I guess. He drowned himself in work when mom was in the hospital… Guess he and I are not that different after all, are we?"

Her hands came to cup his face and Sam was shocked to see the tears swimming in her eyes. "Don't say that, Sam. You are a person of your own, and you are very brave."

Sam wanted to believe her, but he couldn't because that was a lie, and she needed to know that. She needed to see him for who he really was.

"Am I, Y/N?" He asked, looking away. "So I was scared of fire, so I was afraid of what had happened to mom, but that didn't give me the right to give up on my girlfriend. She could have been saved, and it's all my damn fault!"

"No Sam, it isn't. For god's sake stop saying it. You didn't give up on her. You would have given up only if you knew she was alive and you had purposely chosen to ignore that. Instead you fought for her even when everyone was convinced she was dead. The fact that she hadn't been, isn't your fault. And who knows, even if you had gone in there to rescue her, there's no saying if she would have made it or not."

"But-"

"No buts Sam," She said firmly. "The sooner you accept that it wasn't your fault, the easier this will be. And she would have wanted you to have your peace of mind. Don't you think?"

He didn't look up. Truth was, he didn't want to look into her beautiful eyes, because there would be empathy there, something he didn't think he deserved.

He felt the swing move as she stepped down and came to stand in between his legs.

"I'm sorry that you had to go through that, I truly am, but I'm not going to let you be scared of fire forever."

"You don't understand," Sam shouted, looking at her wildly. "More than the fire, I am scared of you being near it, Y/N. That night, the nightmare wasn't about Jess burning, it was about you."

It happened so fast that Sam didn't have time to catch his breath, but suddenly she wasn't standing between his legs, she was climbing up his lap. Her fingers fisted in his hair as her mouth met his. There was hunger and desperation as if to prove a point to him, and as Sam pulled her against his chest, he understood it. Instead of telling him, she was trying to show it to him. She was trying to tell him that she wasn't going anywhere, that she wasn't leaving him.

She pulled back, to catch her breath, and Sam couldn't help but chase her lips, wanting to revel in the comfort she was providing, but she held her own, staring into his eyes with the passion of the burning sun.

"C'mon," she murmured, tugging at his hand, as she climbed down from his lap.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked, his voice hoarse.

She kissed their entwined hand before leading him on. "Do you trust me?"

"With my life," he said, without skipping a beat.

"Then come…"

Reader's POV:

You wanted to scream at something, at someone about how unfair it was that Sam was the one to suffer.

You looked at him once as you led him on. His white shirt was wrinkled and the top button was undone. His tie was hanging loosely and his soft, smooth hair was disheveled. To anyone who would look upon the two of you now, would have a completely different idea about what you had been up to, but one look at Sam and that idea would fall apart.

He looked scared. Scared and lost, like a small boy. You knew from every hint his body was giving that he didn't want to be here, that he didn't want you to be here, but you still dragged him towards the roaring flames.

When you were 10 feet away, Sam stopped. He looked you dead in the eyes and shook his head, pleading you to not go nearer. His eyes were terrified and beseeching. But instead, you shrugged out of his coat and tied it around your waist as you walked back towards him. The night was still cold, and the brilliant fire was a source of warmth and comfort.

You slid your arm around his waist, placing a soft kiss on his chest, and gently urged him forwards.

"You trust me," you reminded him. "I'm not going anywhere."

You could feel him take a deep, shaky breath as he stared into the fire and took the next couple of steps with you.

You stepped ahead and pulled both his hands forward, rolling the sleeves of his shirt till his elbows and lifted his hands along with yours so that the palms were facing the fire and once again stepped in front of him, so that you were shielding his body with yours.

"It's alright to feel the warmth," you told him, kissing his shoulder. "It's not going to hurt me, or you… I'm not gonna let that happen."

You could feel a lot of eyes on you. Employees, Sam's friends and family. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Dean smiling too, but the shaking hands within yours were more important right now.

You didn't know how long you stood like that, but at last the shaking stopped, Sam's pounding heart behind you, picked a more steady rhythm and you turned to look at him. He was still staring into the fire, but the expression on his face was calmer. Suddenly he looked down and offered you a small relieved smile. You were sure that your answering smile was huge.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening huddled on the ground on the same spot, not too close to the fire, but not too far either, quietly cheering for them as Dean dropped down on one knee and proposed to Jo, who sank down next to him and breathed her yes.

You softly kissed Sam, celebrating your own little victory along with theirs. When Dean and Jo came around after meeting everyone, Dean hugged both Sam and you a little harder. His hold lingered as he hugged and then surprised you by kissing you on the forehead. His eyes were shinning when he pulled back.

Sam was still quiet when you walked up to your room later that night, relinquishing his hold on you, only when he had to change. You took the bathroom and changed into you new tank top and pajama shorts. By the time you stepped out, Sam was already in bed, staring up at the fan. You slipped in between the covers besides him, snuggling up to him without a second thought.

You were proud of what he had achieved today, and the fact that he had trusted you with it. So much, that it made you want to cry.

"I sleep better with you around, you know," he said, still not taking his eyes off the fan. "That first night when you fell asleep on the sofa next to me, I didn't even realize that it was already morning. I hadn't slept that well in years."

"Well, I am glad to be of service," you muttered through a thick throat. Now was not the time to cry. "I love you, Sam."

He looked at you with shy eyes and did something you'd never have expected. He ducked his head and hid face in the hollow beneath your neck, hiding as much of him as he could manage in your arms. "I love you too, Y/N, more than I can put in words."

You hugged him a little closer, as the tears finally made their way, falling over the bridge of your nose and seeping into his hair while you made efforts to roll your eyes so Sam wouldn't know. Was it possible to love someone so much that it seemed like your heart was about to burst? Because it seemed like yours was about to. You wanted to protect Sam at all costs and it was a ridiculous notion because a man of his stature, both physically and logically did not require protection. He was powerful in his own world, but in your hands he seemed to fall apart, and that scared you. It truly scared you that you held such power over him.

So it took you a while to get your emotions under control, and manage to croak a reply. "So don't… don't put it into words."

But Sam was already asleep, breathing softly into your hair. You brushed it out of his face, and kissed his forehead once. The last thought as you closed your eyes was a promise that as long as you were around, you would never let such insane fear cross his mind, even if it was the last damn thing you did.

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In The Light Jimmy Page Fan Fiction Part 3

Part 3 A Day’s Work

Takes place Wednesday, November 30th, 1977

Jill sat next to Jim and John in the waiting room, as the new staff person began to call a waiting patient into the collection room. Finally, she had time to take them to the units in search of an arm sling. First she asked, “Jim ? Do you feel ok to walk awhile ? Since you’ve been through a trauma today ?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, “I can do it.”

“Ok , but just tell us if you feel light headed or anything, and we’ll take care of you.”

He couldn’t believe how thoughtful she was toward him, and all the other patients as well. It was clear that the special treatment was not just for him, since he was famous. In fact, it was for everyone she dealt with ! She was treating him as she would anyone else.

They began to walk through the hallways, and Jimmy was trying to think of something to chat about with her. He asked her the usual questions about where she had studied, how long had she worked there, how did she like working there, and John Paul included some similar type questions also. He was feeling more friendly as the time went by. She made them both feel extremely comfortable, as though they had known her a long time.

Silence. Jimmy hated that. Couldn’t think of anything. Finally, “Do you like our music ?“ She said, "Sure. I love rock music. My favorite. ”

He asked, “What’s your favorite song of ours ?”

She said without even having to think about it, “My favorite is "In The Light.”

"Oh wow ! Not many people point that one out. Interesting. What is it that you like about it ?“ he asked.

"It’s hard to know why, but let me try.” A moment or two passed. Then she continued, “Well….it starts off dark and creepy and intense, then, wow ! It’s like Dorothy opening the door and seeing the Land of Oz in color.”

“Hmmm, I love your interpretation ! Never heard anyone put it in that way before. I like it.” he said thoughtfully.

“Okay, we’re here.” she said. “Do you mind waiting here, out of the way and across the doorway, so privacy is kept in the unit ?”

"Of course we don’t. We’ll be right here.“ said John Paul.

Few minutes later, she returned with the sling in hand inside plastic covering.

"Here you are, Jim. This is brand new and sterile for your safety . Germs with be deflected away from you.” She smiled and gave it to him, being a little silly.

“Thank you,” he said. She replied, “Onto the pharmacy for you now, it’s near here.”

She asked, “How have you been told to follow up now with this injury ? What did the ER Dr. say ?”

Jim explained, “He said to come back tomorrow early a.m. to see how it looks then.” Jill nodded, “Good, that’s wise.”

As they walked, he noticed her long gorgeous legs, walking briskly with determination. Her beautiful scent was in his nose, as he enjoyed being next to her. She is a beauty, he thought. Now, how do I make sure to see her again ? he questioned himself.

"Last stop.“ she said. "This is the pharmacy. Do you have your prescriptions ?” John Paul pulled them from his pocket and handed them to her. She in turn handed them to the pharmacist behind the window. No words were exchanged, but the pharmacist, “Greg” revealed a big smile. She was so cute and friendly, Jimmy thought. No wonder everyone looks glad just to see her. Her pretty sweet eyes with the long lashes. She’s a doll. Her smiling face just makes you feel light and carefree, he thought.

As they stood there, Jim said, “I’ll be coming back tomorrow to the ER, as I’ve mentioned. And, you’ve been so good to us, me I mean, ….I wonder, if I could come see you tomorrow when you’re done with the blood drawing hour ? Maybe we could have a coffee or something and talk.”

"Uhm… Well, uhh, that’s sweet. I mean, yeah, that sounds ok I guess.“ she said. Jill was not expecting that. Her heart beat a little faster, looking at his amazingly beautiful face and flowing thick hair. And his beautiful mouth. Would not mind being mouth to mouth with him, not one bit, she thought. But, hey, easy now. Who knows what’s on his mind.

Back to the present, the pharmacist had Jimmy sign for his medication, left handed was all he could do. The meds were pain pills and antibiotics. As Greg stepped away back into the small room, he gave Jill a sexy wink, and a big smile. She seemed completely unaffected. With that, off the group walked.

Jim and John Paul told Jill, "Thank you again,” and Jimmy said happily “see you tomorrow. ”

He liked her so well, he leaned in a bit to give her a little hug. However, she didn’t notice his gesture, so she missed out on the little hug. She walked away without any idea what he had attempted, saying, “See ya then.”

Takes place : Thursday, December 1st, 1977

Next day, Jimmy rose early, unlike usual. He grabbed a hot shower and shaved, as carefully as he could, using his left. No easy task. Got dressed and asked Bonzo this time to give him a ride. Bonzo was not troubled at all driving him to the hospital. The entire group was pretty horrified and sorry for Jimmy, having mangled his hand so badly. They babied him a little for what he had gone through. In fact, they planned a party for Saturday night in his honor due to his poor fortune with the trunk Wednesday, thinking it would cheer him up. Their flight back to the UK had been moved to this upcoming Monday, since all their concert dates were now cancelled. No reason to stay in the US now.

Jimmy and Bonzo got to the ER, and Jimmy was seen by the same Dr. as yesterday. He had his bandages removed and his wound cleaned and cared for. The broken fingers were set more carefully also. It all took awhile but he was glad to be fixed up again and rebandaged. The new bandages looked clean without any blood seeping through.

Once finished, Jim and Bonz walked to the lab waiting room and took a seat. Jill looked into the waiting room and noticed Jimmy there. She waved them in, directing them into the little rest area. As Jimmy walked past her, he put out his injured arm and ever so lightly, put it about her lower back barely touching her, then leaned in a little putting his face against her hair in a little greeting hug. Not with a hello-kiss intention, as in,“ I hope to get-it-on-with-you-soon” feel, but with an “I like you and we’re friends now” feel. She noticed it and liked it, but she was extremely used to people hugging her. Even folks she barely knew, because she always treated others with such warmth and caring. People in general just felt naturally comfortable and affectionate toward her.

Jim and Bonzo sat quietly, in the little rest area waiting for her, as another patient entered the collection room. Jill said to the man, “Hi, I’m Jill. And you are,… Mark ? ”

He said, “Yes. Mark Gartenhaus.”

"Wait,…I’m Jill Gartenhaus.” she said.

“No ! You’re kidding ! We have the same last name.” he exclaimed. “I have never met anyone with my last name before, except for my relatives of course ! Maybe we’re related ?!”

He went on and on asking her to compare the names of her close family with his families’ names, etc. But they found none in common.

He continued with, “hey, after I get out of the hospital, maybe we could reconnect and go out someplace together. I’d love to talk with you more. And I’m single. What do you say ?”

Jimmy started feeling uneasy. Is she gonna go out with this jerk, or what ? He was on the edge of his chair.

"Oh, Mark, I’m so sorry. That can’t happen, it’s against hospital policy. But I’ll come visit you, in the ward, after your surgery. Ok ? I’ll come up to the recovery area and see you that next day. Is that good ?“ He actually did seem fine with that idea.

Jimmy let out a sigh. He was listening intently. Why did it matter to him ? He was extremely used to asking women out, why was he hesitating here ? In fact, he normally didn’t even need to ask, women were just naturally drawn to him and hanging all over him.

What was the hold up here for him ? He kept the question just at the forefront of his mind.

The morning shift was now done. She welcomed in the relief staff person, and asked Jimmy and his friend to come into the break room. They followed her closely, as Bonzo took a good look at her from behind and gave Jimmy a nod, as in, very nice, not bad at all. Once in the break room, they all took a seat at a table, Jimmy said, "Oh, Jill, this my other bandmate, John. John Bonham. Plays drums. But he’s usually called ‘Bonzo.’ ”

“Oh, so nice to meet you John. ” she said and took his hand.

He held gently onto her hand and said, “My pleasure, darling. Lovely to meet you as well.” John realized that Jimmy was aching to be alone with her, he knew his friend so well. "But I’ve got a few things to do, so I need to step out for now. So Jim, I’ll come meet you a bit later, how about two ? At the front lobby then ?" said John.

"Thanks mate,” Jimmy said, as John walked off. So, there they sat for a moment awkwardly. She noticed his eyes sparkling as he looked at her with a sweet expression. Oh my God, he is glorious. What in this universe would he want with me, she thought. He could have any woman on the planet without even trying. I’m just a plain tech in the lab. Isn’t he accustomed to flawless models ? Finally, Jimmy asked her, “Is that really a policy here, you have to follow ? You know, what you told that last patient when he was asking you out ?”

“Well, ….I do say that sometimes, to patients, you know, because I wasn’t interested. I didn’t want him to feel hurt or rejected. It is kind of a loosely kept rule here, that is : no inappropriate dealings with the patients. God forbid ! Right ? However, on a side note, he wasn’t my type anyway.” And shrugged.

She was just playing with Jimmy a little, gently hinting that she may be available. He gazed down at her hands. And decided to put his hand over hers for a minute. She didn’t pull away.

He continued, “Really, well then what is your type ?"

"Well…. I like men with lots of dark hair. In particular, long, wavy hair. Tall slender ones. Do you know any ?” she remarked looking right into his eyes. Without any smile whatsoever. He looked in her eyes silently as his heart stuttered a little and he swallowed hard. He was taken aback again by her quick wit. She had said it so matter of factly. And a slow smile spread across his face. As she looked away, her gorgeous eye lashes flitted.

Oh, she so had his attention. And she knew it.

After about 20 minutes of chatting, she said that she had to go now, to collect some blood samples today from a few patients in the wards.

He asked, “Could I go along with you ? You know, kind of like yesterday ? When we walked through the units. I don’t want to leave yet.”

“You don’t want to leave yet, you say ? hmmm.” It was a low regulations type week, as the hospital approached closing day.

“ Well, ok, uhm, you can walk along with me but as we approach a unit or ward, you need to stay in the hallway and stand back. Can you do that ?” she asked.

“Of course I can. Let’s go.” he said. As she rose to begin walking, a little smug smile came over his face secretly. He was getting his way, and smoothly too. He liked it. And he was used to getting his way. It was his favorite.

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like gently falling snow

Length - 4118 words

Characters - Wonshik x Jaehwan

Rating - Teen and Up

Summary - In which Jaehwan leaves his heart with Wonshik and Wonshik grapples with the realisation that he gave his away without knowing.

Series

Tag List - @tomatoholmes @merlionmen @seraphistols @k-craze-97 @blossomtearsleo

My lovely November. Have you seen my heart, somewhere in your castle of yellow leaves?

– A Waltz for Zizi

"Why did you come back to Paris?" Wonshik asks Hongbin.

He lays on his bed, sleep elusive as ever and watches his brother sketch as he lays on his own bed. Hongbin's bed is the one by the window and the golden light makes the tips of his hair look golden as opposed to brown. His skin glows, though Wonshik thinks it is the sweetness of a deep love that causes it and not sunlight.

It's a small room but it won't be for long. Wonshik has saved nearly enough from his earnings to buy a small apartment in a slightly better neighborhood. He watches as Hongbin sighs in response to his question and wonders if he will need to move to a bigger place when he is inevitably left alone.

"Tell me about Taekwoon, I barely know anything about him" Wonshik says and Hongbin launches into an animated description of him, Amboise and all the people he met there.

He wonders what kind of man his brother fell in love with, after knowing him only for a few days. He wonders if it is fate for them to have met in such a serendipitous way. He wonders if Jaehwan makes a habit of sneaking away pretty boys to far away places.

"It's a shame you couldn't come with us," Hongbin says wistfully. "It would have been a lovely vacation."

"There is never any rest for the wicked" Wonshik replies without looking. His gaze has been fixed out of the window and on the horizon where the sun set an hour ago and the orange sky gave way to blue. The clouds are shaped like pink cotton candy and Wonshik thinks if he reaches out to it, it might melt from the warmth of his touch.

"The café was quite busy today. Looks like it's picking up business. I'll come in tomorrow to help out" Hongbin promises. He feels guilty when he realises his brother has been managing so much work on his own and resolves to do better.

Wonshik waves him off. He has new staff who are quite capable of handling their duties. Besides, he knows Hongbin's heart lies in his art and not washing the dishes or manning the cash register. Besides, the café is just downstairs and if Wonshik really needs Hongbin’s help, he will call for him. He expresses the same and Hongbin makes him promise it.

He closes his eyes as Hongbin's phone chimes and his face lights up at a text from his boyfriend. Wonshik has an early morning and would like to give Hongbin some semblance of privacy.

His own phone is devoid of any messages and he finds that he quite misses Jaehwan, even if his flirtations might mean nothing in the end. Wonshik is now out of sight and out of mind for Jaehwan. He shouldn't raise his hopes. His brother has a once in a lifetime fairytale romance and such fortune isn't meted out so easily.

---

Jaehwan thinks he is lucky enough to catch his breath after endless days of stress. His family is a mess after his eldest brother elopes with the love of his life - a woman his mother disapproves of - and in a fit of rage, his father strikes him out of his will and exiles him from his family.

Secretly, Jaehwan envies his brother for finding an escape route. His parents will never forgive him and never see him or talk to him again. Jaehwan can't think of a greater freedom to aspire to.

"Now you listen to me Lee Jaehwan" his maternal aunt says, wagging a knitting needle wrapped in wool at him. His aunt is the eldest among four sisters and comes down from Sicily to meet his mother and console her after the terrible affair.

"Don't you dare follow in your brother's example. When the time comes, settle down with a good girl of your parent's choosing. None of this elopement nonsense. You'll quite break your mother's heart."

His aunt's tone quivers with rage towards the end and his mother grows hysterical and so Jaehwan doesn't have a choice but to agree and softly reassure his mother that he would never do such a thing. His aunt moves on to lecture her own teenage daughter and he takes the chance to get a glass of water to drink.

His heart has already betrayed his family's aspirations. Even if he has no expectations of Wonshik returning his affection. When was the last time they talked? Has Wonshik forgotten him? Does he think Jaehwan forgot him?

---

"The only thing worse than Taekwoon liking red wine would be him suddenly declaring he is in love with fruit wines. God forbid such a travesty but my brother has the poorest taste" Jaehwan grouses.

The sun has set over the valley and Hakyeon is napping on Sanghyuk's shoulder and Jaehwan can listen to Wonshik laugh on the other end of the phone. The world is perfect in this moment and Jaehwan lets the warmth besiege his heart.

"What have fruit wines done to you for you to dislike them so vehemently?" Wonshik asks on the other end. Jaehwan can hear him brew coffee from the telltale sounds of the espresso machine.

"It's a matter of principle" Jaehwan insists. Wonshik hums in response and Jaehwan frowns at his lack of indignance on his behalf.

"I wish you were here with us. You would have loved it here" Jaehwan confesses.

"Hongbin said the same last we talked. I was almost envious that I wasn't there" Wonshik replies. It's Jaehwan's turn to hum as words fail him. He wants to tell Wonshik that he wants him here for himself but chickens at the last minute. Perhaps he should have called him after he's had more liquid courage in his body.

"It's a shame that his vacation has to end. I don't think Hongbin wants to come back home" Wonshik jokes.

"He's truly, madly, deeply in love. It's one for the romance novels" Jaehwan says proudly.

"I did ask him if he wanted to stay there longer but he said he felt homesick" Wonshik said with regret ringing his voice.

"I'm sure he'll be welcomed back any time. Hakyeon and Taekwoon both have gotten so close to him in such a short period of time" Jaehwan says proudly.

He doesn't do this often, asking pretty boys to run away with him. It was a spontaneous offer meant for Wonshik but it was probably fate that Hongbin came in his stead. Fate that Taekwoon and Hongbin were supposed to meet like this and for Jaehwan to play his part in uniting them.

"I'm happy that he is happy" Wonshik says as he tinkers with vessels in his kitchen. Jaehwan thinks of his broad frame and the coffee coloured apron he loves to wear and the smell of scrambled eggs that he always orders and is struck by longing. Perhaps he should steal away on the train to Paris and refuse to go to Milan.

"It truly is a shame" Jaehwan says.

---

It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow.

- Roman Payne

"Do you think it will snow in Paris this winter?"

The text comes accompanied with a picture of Jaehwan in the sunlit neighborhood. It almost makes Wonshik think it is an old picture from earlier in the summer.

It's been a month since Hongbin came back to Paris and their conversation resumes slowly. Jaehwan tells him about his brother's elopement and his father's anger and the sudden onslaught of responsibilities that has befallen him. Wonshik replies that he understands but he doesn't, not really. He doesn't remember his parents and doesn't think they would be as strict as Jaehwan's sound.

"I doubt it. Paris never has snowfall beyond a light dust on the sidewalk even in the coldest winters" Wonshik replies as he keeps an eye on the sauce Chiwoong is cooking.

His newest recruit has the potential to be a chef someday and has an intuitive understanding of flavours and spices but also has the bad luck of burning his food because he never pays attention.

"It never snows in Milan" Jaehwan writes back. "Snow is a rare miracle. And with the high temperatures this year, I doubt it will snow this winter as well."

"I didn't know you liked snow this much" Wonshik says, mildly surprised. Jaehwan is a warm summer sun personified and he vaguely recalls Jaehwan saying his favourite season is spring. Yet the childish petulance in the reply makes Wonshik question his memory.

"I didn't as much when I was growing up but I went to Lucerne for the winter when I was nineteen. It was my first proper winter and it was beautiful."

"Is there a country in Europe that you haven't travelled to?" Wonshik asks jokingly. Jaehwan is the most extensively travelled person he has met. Wonshik never truly understood wanderlust till he met Jaehwan.

"Malta is the only one left. I was thinking of travelling there in spring next year. But as it stands, I doubt I will be going anywhere for a while" Jaehwan replies.

"Maybe spending some time with your family for a while is not such a bad thing. Your parents clearly feel better with you there" Wonshik says.

"Frankly, it's a nightmare here. It was bearable when my brother was around but now I can't wait to get away" Jaehwan tells him. He adds angry emojis for effect and Wonshik finds it cute.

"I might go away to Berlin for a while to inspect my father's factories there. I think I might be there for Christmas."

"Will you be in Paris anytime soon?" Wonshik types and deletes. Why would Jaehwan be in Paris? What reason does he have to travel here? He sends a polite "oh?" in response and Jaehwan texts him about the things he plans to do in Berlin on Christmas and about the winter markets he hopes to catch the tail end of.

Wonshik looks over and sees Woosung plating the salmon and pouring the sauce over. It isn't burnt and Wonshik considers this progress and pats Chiwoong on the back. His crew moves on to tackling the slowly increasing lunch rush and Wonshik takes leave from his conversation to focus on his work.

He idly wonders if he should wish for snow in the winter and use that as an excuse to ask Jaehwan to come visit him.

---

December is halfway through when Taekwoon pays Hongbin a surprise visit.

Wonshik and Hongbin take the evening off from work and attend a friend’s birthday. Drunk and out of their mind, they casually stroll down the streets to their apartment. The night is young but the cold makes their noses turn pink and makes them pull their coats close together. Wonshik regrets not bringing a scarf along and stops when they find a rather tall lanky man in a large overcoat that almost comes up to his knees.

“Taekwoon?” Hongbin calls out, uncertain at first. The silhouette is familiar but it could just be the alcohol talking. The man turns and smiles and Hongbin practically skips onto the porch to hug him. That is definitely the alcohol, Wonshik thinks. Hongbin is rarely that forward. Then again, Hongbin is a changed man.

“Surprise” Taekwoon says and his soft voice takes Wonshik by surprise. He stands transfixed, as surprised as his brother is.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to Paris?” Hongbin asks, hitting Taekwoon on the shoulder. Taekwoon puts his hand around and whispers something into Hongbin’s ears, making him smile.

Wonshik bows his head and walks around to the staircase that leads up to the apartment. He doesn’t want to interrupt the lovebirds. There will be plenty of time for introductions later

Once back in their shared bedroom, Wonshik pulls his phone out to text Jaehwan. “Did you know that Taekwoon was planning on visiting Hongbin?”

“He was thinking of visiting him for Christmas” Jaehwan replies.

“He’s here today. Hongbin and I were out to meet a friend and when we came back, Taekwoon was waiting for him at the café” Wonshik tells him.

“That’s so romantic. I didn’t think Taekwoon would actually pull it off. He’s more on the shy side.”

“Something we have in common then.”

“Are you telling me that the cheerful café owner that greets every customer who walks in is a facade?!?!?!”

Wonshik rolls his eyes at the excessive exclamations and sarcasm. He throws his coat into the closet and jumps unceremoniously onto his bed.

"I wish I was in Paris too" Jaehwan types. "Berlin is beautiful but it would be better with you here."

"What's stopping you from running away?" Wonshik asks.

"I truly would have if my elder brother hadn't beat me to it" Jaehwan types.

"Seems like the season for everyone to go on grand adventures for love" Wonshik says out loud to himself.

He briefly entertains the thought of running away with Jaehwan. Maybe he can escape to the countryside too, driving to scenic places with wind and stray petals in his hair. A warm summer sun shining down on them instead of this cold winter breeze. Together and not miles apart.

"I wish you were here" Wonshik types and deletes.

---

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?

- Lewis Carroll

"You've been distracted as of late" Taekwoon comments. Wonshik sighs because he considers lying but fails to find a good enough explanation. Of all the things he has learnt about Taekwoon in the past few days, the most important is that he isn't talkative. But he is quite sharp and observant and doesn't miss anything.

"It's just been a long day" he says as he wipes the floors. It's past eight and he's closing the café early since there are no customers. Taekwoon is taking Hongbin out for a fancy dinner and Wonshik doesn't fancy spending the night alone at the café. Hence Taekwoon is here, sitting by the counter and waiting for his brother while talking to him.

"I understand" Taekwoon says sympathetically. He sips on the coffee Wonshik prepares for him and takes in the café. Wonshik knows it isn't his first visit but this is the first time he is in his café without being distracted by his brother. His gaze narrows on the bookshelf against one of the walls, by the grand piano and Wonshik almost laughs. Jaehwan and Hongbin always called him a bookworm and he sees it firsthand now.

Taekwoon takes care not to dirty the wet floor and he tiptoes to the bookshelf. He peruses through the collection, mostly French bestsellers and pulls out a book. It's a coffee table book of famous lyrics from romance songs that Inseob, one his closest friends, added to the collection. It's one of the popular ones among the customers who come to his café to read. Wonshik has never paid attention to books but wonders if he should start with this.

Taekwoon stops at a page and reads it out loud. “Quand on n’a que l’amour pour tracer un chemin et forcer le destin a chaque carrefour.”

"When we have only love to show the way" Wonshik translates, "and change the course of fate at every crossroad."

"It's a mad business, to be in love with someone" Taekwoon says gently. "There's hardly any recourse to sensibility after."

"Is all romantic love that passionate?" Wonshik wonders idly.

"Sometimes love is a roaring fire of passion. Sometimes it is a slowly burning ember, sustaining through a long night together" Taekwoon says. He moves to the piano and presses a few keys. The instrument has slowly gone out of tune and Wonshik feels conscious about the weary state.

"Hongbin told me you liked to play" Taekwoon tells him as he plays a few chords. Wonshik knows the tune as the beginning of a piece that the neighborhood music shop would teach some of the beginner students. He doesn’t know the composer or the fancy names of the chords, just the combinations from playing by ear.

"I used to. I haven't in a long time" Wonshik admits. It's been years and he doubts he will remember anything.

"Jaehwan loved to play too. When he was over at the family house in Amboise, we could hardly tear him away from the grand piano" Taekwoon recalls with a smile. "Did he ever play for you here?"

"Unfortunately no" Wonshik says regretfully. It's one of those things he didn't suspect about Jaehwan, but once learnt fits perfectly into the puzzle that is the man he likes.

"You might be lucky. He would never have stopped if you had let him play" Taekwoon scoffs. Wonshik laughs and Taekwoon admires how his eyes twinkle. Hongbin is the prettiest man he has ever known but his brother is no less handsome.

“Well, I don’t know when Jaehwan will be in Paris next so maybe I am safe for the foreseeable future” Wonshik says. There is a tinge of regret there and it is enough for Taekwoon to pick it up and frown.

“Well, if I know Jaehwan, he would give anything to give everything up and be here in Paris. Surely, you know how he feels?” Taekwoon asks delicately.

“I do…” Wonshik trails off.

“But you worry about the distance between the two of you” Taekwoon says wisely. It’s a common concern of the people who love Jaehwan. He’s never in one place for too long and the worry of being out of sight and out of mind is only natural in people like Wonshik, who tend to choose a place and settle down and look for stability.

“What’s stopping you from visiting him if you miss him so much?” Taekwoon asks. It’s a simple question and a direct mirror of the one Wonshik has asked Jaehwan in their last conversation.

Wonshik has no answer. He’s scared. What if Jaehwan simply said he missed him for the sake of saying it? What if Wonshik isn't on the same page as Jaehwan? The intensity of his own feelings scares him and he doesn’t know how to phrase this convincingly to the man who travelled miles to see the man he loves.

The truth is, Wonshik is a coward who has never liked someone the way he likes Jaehwan or loved so devotedly.

The two are interrupted by Hongbin coming downstairs. "I'm not too late am I? We won't miss the reservation?" Hongbin asks worriedly.

He's dressed in his best light blue shirt and pants that Wonshik lent him and his hair is styled to keep the messy curls in place. Taekwoon's eyes light up at the sight of his boyfriend and Wonshik believes he would react the same if Hongbin had dressed in rags. He feels happy and envious simultaneously.

"You look lovely and don't worry we won't" Taekwoon assures him.

"I'll be late," Hongbin tells Wonshik.

"You have the keys. I won't wait up for you" Wonshik says as he waves the two lovebirds out of his café.

"Think about what I said" Taekwoon says to Wonshik as they leave. He puts his hand on Hongbin's back and gently guides him through the crowd. Wonshik watches the two till they disappear from his line of sight and goes back to cleaning.

Taekwoon has left the book on the grand piano and Wonshik picks it up, reading the page bookmarked as he does.

"À vaillant coeur rien d’impossible (For a valiant heart nothing is impossible.)”

---

Wonshik feels mildly insane as he steps off the train. Berlin is much colder than Paris and there are dark clouds overhead. This is a bad omen, Wonshik thinks. He's in Berlin and he has left Chiwoong in charge and Taekwoon and Hongbin are alone and he doesn't even know if Jaehwan is still in Berlin or has decided to go back to Milan or to Amboise for Christmas.

He holds onto his phone like it is his lifeline. The messages from Taekwoon carrying Jaehwan's current address are on it and he shows it to the taxi driver as he tries to explain where he wants to go in broken tourist-y German.

It's a short drive to the apartment complex and Wonshik gets out, feeling even more anxious than when he got on. Does his hair looks alright? Is this ensemble okay? Should he have spent more time putting something together instead of throwing on whatever was not in the laundry basket? Jaehwan likes to dress well and here Wonshik is, in his warmest pair of jeans and hoodie, looking like a frumpy college kid.

He is momentarily distracted by the snowfall that starts. It is late evening and the sun has set, colouring the sky dark indigo. It's a beautiful neighborhood Wonshik thinks as he find the building he is looking for. Hongbin texts him to ask if is in Berlin yet and if he has met Jaehwan and Wonshik replies in the negative. He's in the building and almost on the floor he needs to be on but his nerves are getting to him.

He decides to bite the bullet and call Jaehwan when he finally manages to find the apartment. In retrospect, he should probably have called much earlier to find out if Jaehwan is at home or not. But it looks like today isn't the day for wise decisions on his part.

"Wonshik? This is a surprise" Jaehwan says as soon as he picks up.

"Yeah" Wonshik lies. "It's Christmas Eve and I thought I should wish you in person."

"Bless your soul. I just had the longest and most terrible day and just listening to your voice has already made me feel loads better" Jaehwan tells him. "You won't believe what happened at the head office today!"

"Are you back home?" Wonshik asks as naturally as he can.

"Yeah, just came back a while ago. I was about to jump into the shower and then call you myself" Jaehwan replies happily.

"You don't think you could let me in before you go take your shower? It's really freezing in the hallway" Wonshik says. There is dead silence on the other end and rushed footsteps and the door in front of him opens to reveal Jaehwan, staring at him in pure disbelief.

"It really is you" Jaehwan says as he steps out into the hallway and hugs Wonshik.

"Surprise" Wonshik says, hugging Jaehwan back. All his previous worries melt away and he feels quite foolish for doubting his decision to visit.

"I don't even… How did… What made you think about coming here?" Jaehwan asks, pulling him inside.

The apartment is warm and Wonshik feels his body relax. The windows in the living room are large and have the view of the street next to the complex, decorated with red and green lights. The night has set in properly and the lights look prettier. The street is covered in the falling snow, adding an outline of white to the fixtures on the street.

"I just thought it would be nice to visit you so I took the train here" Wonshik confesses.

"I see" Jaehwan says, turning a pretty shade of light pink. His eyes wrinkle as he smiles and he looks lovelier than Wonshik remembers.

"Also, I really missed you" Wonshik says. He's travelled miles. What's a few steps more towards the person he has come to love?

"I missed you too" Jaehwan says, putting his hand on Wonshik's chest. He leans forward and places a chaste kiss on Wonshik's lips.

He pulls away but Wonshik chases his lips with a kiss of his own. Before too long, Jaehwan's hands are around Wonshik's waist and Wonshik's hands are in his hair and they are kissing deeply.

Jaehwan hoists him onto the back of the nearby couch and Wonshik wraps his legs around his and kisses him some more. This is a daydream Jaehwan never wants to wake from. Wonshik is real and warm and here and not far away from him.

"Merry Christmas" Wonshik adds when they pull away from each other and Jaehwan laughs. He lays his head on Wonshik's shoulder and sighs. Wonshik thinks he might burst from the intense rush of love and protective feelings.

He manages to pull Jaehwan into a close hug and wonders how he will ever manage to part from him ever again.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

- Albert Camus

#series: seasons and love #vixx fanfiction #vixx ravi #vixx ken #raken

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God, I am so so sorry to hear about your internship... that sounds awful and I can only imagine what you're going through. It makes sense to be worried 😞 This whole situation literally turned the world upside down. Thank you so much for your kind words, I can only hope you and your loved ones are happy and healthy ❤ Uhmm not gonna lie that last paragraph made me so happy like??You have no idea the joy that brings me!!! I'm so so happy you feel that way I also love talking to you 💖 - Twinkle ✨

These are gonna be a looong few weeks for everyone, so hmm, what do you like to do most when you're at home? What's your favourite type of TV shows, if you watch any? What's the last book that left an impression on you? ❤ - Twinkle ✨

It’s all good. Tomorrow, I’m gonna drive into my internship since the program office is still open (I’m in an interesting field placement since while I do “work” at a school, the program itself is through a nonprofit agency. So, the agency itself is still open, but they (the CEO and VPs) want their workers to work remotely if they can. I’m meeting with my supervisor and the rest of the staff and another intern to discuss the future regarding field hours. I believe we are also gonna go over work we can do remotely for the rest of the month. Silver lining: I won’t hit traffic going there and driving back home since everyone (minus me lol) is in quarantine haha I’m thinking of Homer Simpson from the Simpsons movie where he “escapes” from the dome and tells his family to live good lives lol I wish there was a gif of that lol but yeah.

I also agree with you that this whole situation has turned the world upside down. People said that this isn’t even the worse of it yet. It’s scary knowing that we haven’t reached the peak of COVID-19, but we gotta just keep doing the recommendations made by the doctors and government officials. I read in the news that some places in Europe are now, if they haven’t already, closing their borders to help keep the virus at bay. We just gotta keep being strong and washing our hands! My hand creams are my best friend during this since constant hand washing dries them out quickly lol

Now, to answer your questions!

1) When I’m home, it depends on what I’m in the mood for lol mostly, I just change out of my school/internship clothes, plug in my phone, and then grab my laptop and resume watching my YouTube video lol Right now, I’m watching old playthroughs from this YouTube Channel called, “farfromsubtle.” If I’m not watching that, I either watch Samination (another gaming/cartoon parody YouTube channel) or like17subs videos. When it’s Wednesday, Friday, or Saturday, then I’m watching anime (Wednesdays - Daiya no Ace Act II / Fridays - Haikyuu!! Season 4 / Saturdays - Boku no Hero Academia Season 4) I will sometimes rewatch older seasons or my favorite episodes of those three anime plus Free! (Ikuya is my college boyfriend lol).

2) My favorite type of tv shows are currently the CW DC shows! I love watching The Flash and Legends of Tomorrow! Oh, I’m also watching Black Lightning. That’s also a good CW DC show. I also like watching Family Guy and revisit old reality shows. A guilty pleasure is Jersey Shore, Mob Wives, and Wild n Out lol Wild n Out is my current show I love watching YouTube clips on lol Oh! I was about to end this reply when I remembered another show I love watching lol It was a CW show (the series ended last year in the fall (?)) and it’s called, “Crazy Ex-Girlfriend”. Jey @softjeon introduced it to me a few years ago and I was hooked lol All the seasons are on Netflix! I recommend it!

3) I am terrible, but I don’t really read books ^^; I guess the last book I read, it was for a sociology class and it was called, “$2.00 a day.” It was book that was insightful and made me thankful for what I have. It touches on the topic of poverty in the United States, and it’s depressing knowing that that is a family’s reality. Barely making ends meet, and they have to survive on a low income. It’s just a shame and truly an eyeopener.

What about you? :D Same questions apply? Also! I think you know who’s my BTS bias lol but who is yours? I wanna know!

#asks #anon #anonymous #secret bunny #twinkle 🌟

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xiumin-on-this-shit · 7 years ago

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All My Idols Ch 33: Race For My Heart Pt 1

I’m so sorry I haven’t been updating lately, work has been crazy! I was going to update yesterday but my friends invited me out and it has been awhile so I went, sue me. I finished two more chapters today but I’m not going to post them because the cliff hangers are major so I’ll post them tomorrow so no one panics tonight! You have a good night lovelies!

I’m sorry if this sucks!

“Today we have a very special guest!” The hosts say together. I shake nervously on the edge of the set up, already regretting my decision to do this. “She don’t dance or sing or released any music, or appeared on any dramas, yet she has won the heart of not just the idols but the nation. Today our guest is Princess Charlotte!”

I’m not surprised when FXXK IT came on, the song comforted me as I stunted on to the all white back drop with a little swag in my step. The two men are cheering, grinning ear to ear at the sight of me. I bow deeply once the music stops. “Hello! I’m Charlotte! Please take care of me!”

“Welcome princess Charlotte to our third level basement!” Coni shouts happily. I can’t help but beam at the two men I have been watching for years on my computer screen.

“Thank you for agreeing to have me,” I answer back bashfully.

“How did we manage to be the first variety show you come on?”

“Well lots of my friends recommended different shows but this one has been one of my favorites ever since I started watching Korean shows.”

“Really?” Doni hums, “Why?”

“Because I love how playful you are!”

The two men blush and share a shy look before Coni clears his throat and tries to act professional, “So this is usually where we have the idols talk about their latest album but since you haven’t released one how about you tell us a few things about yourself.”

I awkwardly chuckle as I look at one of the cameras, “Alright, as I said before, I’m Charlie or better known as the princess. I am 23 years old, born and raised in the United States of America. I have been in South Korea for about two years….um…” I look to them for any help on what else to say.

“I think that is enough for now, we will talk more about you when we build your profile. For now, would you be willing to try random dance? We hear you are really good!”

I flush, “I’m terrible!”

“No! We saw your performance with Ikon and you did great! How about if you can make it through without a mistake we will take you to an expensive steak dinner!” Doni offers with a wiggle of his brow.

I grimace but nod, “Okay, I guess I could try, but please only title tracks and the chorus!”

“Can do! Music start!”

“Wait!” I yell.

Everyone freezes and looks at me. I scurry closer to the camera, knowing it looks ridiculous but I feel like this is needed. With a deep breath I bow deeply to the camera, “To all the fans of the groups I’m about to dance to, I apologize for making their amazing dances look terrible, please forgive me!” The whole crew and two hosts, die laughing as I run back to my starting place and beam at them, “Ready!”

“Music start!”

I wait for a moment before Shake it by Sistar comes on. Without hesitation I am twisting my hips to the music dancing along happily to my favorite unnies song. Half way through it switches, Bang Bang Bang blares, I have my hand guns up ready to go, throwing my arms around like an idiot. The men on the sidelines are laughing uncontrollably.

“I think you would have gotten in trouble if you would have gotten this one wrong,” Doni points out between his laughs.

I nod with a cringe, “They would have murdered me.”

Next is Gee, another song that I actually can do. A few more songs go by and I’m actually impressed with how well I’m doing, that is until Overdose comes on and at that point I’m actually kind of winded and just collapse on the ground. The two men rush forward. “Are you alright?” They panic together.

I chuckle as I sit back on my butt and take a few deep breaths, “I’m okay, EXO oppas I’m sorry but I cannot dance to like any of your songs for the life of me.”

“Lets get you a chair!” Coni waves over to the staff on the edge of the camera, a young woman brings a water bottle while a man brings out a chair, well actually it’s a freaking pink throne. I’m dying of laughter at the sight of it, it’s as all as the usual stools, my feet can’t reach the ground when I sit down but there is a back and arm rests.

“What in the world?” I question.

“We figured the princess would need a throne!” Coni answers dramatically.

Doni chimes in, “Also we heard that you tend to fall a lot and we need that not to happen.”

I nod, “Fair enough.”

They take a few moments to set up and once they have everything settled they two men sit on their stools and do the little intro for the next segment, building my profile. “Now since you are the princess we did something special for you. We had a few idols come together and write out your profile for you!”

I raise my brows at that, “Oh god, that must have been interesting.”

“It really was. So,” Coni pulls a string allowing the banner to roll out. My name is scrawled across the top of the pink banner, a picture of me form last year is faded in the background making me cringe. “They had plenty to say about you and plenty of things to write from everyone else. Lets start off with talents!”

“I have none so I can’t imagine what they wrote,” I scan the banner for the words and chuckle at what I find.

“The ability to make anyone bring her food,” Coni reads, “Is this true?”

I laugh, “Yes it is actually, though I don’t know if that counts as a talent.”

Doni hums, “But really anyone?”

I pause for a moment, “I mean probably anyone I’m close to, especially if I haven’t eaten.”

“Have you eaten breakfast this morning?”

“Nope,” I shake my head.

“Alrighty then our next segment is the food race!” They announce dramatically.

“The what?”

“You are going to text five different idols saying you are hungry and haven’t eaten, if everyone says yes, you get to keep all of the food.”

“If I loose do I get hit with the hammer?” I place both hands on top of my head, worry obvious on my face.

“No, no, no!” They quickly answer to both me and the camera, “We will not be hitting the princess!”

“Okay, who should I message?” One of the staff members brings me my phone.

“Lets see,” Doni hums, “It has to be really important and busy people.”

“Mark from NCT!” Coni suggests.

“I’m not very close to him but we can try, I have his number,” I pull up his contact information and create a message, I make it pretty general, and wait for them to suggest others.

“Zico! Exo’s Kyungsoo. BTS Rap Monster. S.coops Seventeen!”

I add each number as they list people off, writing out what is going on to make sure they aren’t really busy at the moment:

Hi! I’m on the set of Weekly Idol and since I forgot breakfast they asked me to text five people to see who can bring me food first. Don’t worry if you can’t come, I will understand! Hope you are having a wonderful day!

“You are just so cute!” Coni coos.

I blush down at my phone.

“Now that we have that out of the way, next point! You will do a complete attitude change if someone insults or disregards an idol.”

I nod, “I would say that is true, it is pretty drastic, or at least that is what I’ve been told.”

“Lets see, what is a really hot topic at the moment?” The two men think for a moment.

“How about the whole EXO Lay thing? Where do you stand on that?”

Their smiles fade as I imagine mine does too, “That is absolutely ridiculous. Some fan girls have been going nuts saying that he should just leave the group, what in the world is wrong with them? That man is doing such good, hard work over in China, I am so proud of him! It’s not like he has a choice in all of this! I don’t know why these girls are thinking that he actually does? He is sweet man doing what needs to be done! I swear I am going to-“ I pause and take a deep breath before saying, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Coni shrugs, “You are the princess defending her knight, what is there to apologize about?”

We talk about a few more random subjects, I do a few terrible accents and imprecations. We are laughing, having a good time when someone bursts into the studio, “Noona!”

Mark from NCT is awkwardly beaming at me. I hop off my throne and approach the much taller, boy, “You came!”

“I brought you some kimbap! I hope that is okay? It says you do on your online profile,” He asks bashfully.

I chuckle as I nod, “I do! I really love it!”

He grins back at me, “That great! Am I first?” He scans me and the two hosts. “Hello Hyungs,” He greets them just as awkwardly, like a boy meeting his girlfriend’s parents for the first time. In his hand is a paper bag, I’m assuming filled with food. The staff brings out another throne like mine, this one is blue instead of my pretty pink. Mark and I share a confused look.

Coni is quick to explain , “Since Mark is first he will be sitting beside you as your prince!”

Mark flushes completely, “Her prince? No! Everyone is going to try and kill me!”

“Hold on Mark, what are you talking about?” I place a gentle hand on his back.

“Everyone has been talking about it recently, what everyone would do if you got a boyfriend.”

“And?”

“I bless that poor man,” Doni answers. “I’ve heard a few things about that too.”

“There is an online poll on who is going to win your heart,” Coni comes closer and showers me where you can vote. I’m laughing but cringing as I read the totals so far.

“Jiyong oppa is really high up there,” I point out, “ Number two!”

“Who is number one?” Doni creeps into our group to see the screen.

“Do Kyungsoo,” Coni chuckles.

“Yes?”

We all look up to find Kyungsoo standing there with two bags of food in his hands staring at us with his confused wide eyes. I find myself blushing at the idea of so many people picturing me with Kyungsoo, it honestly makes my heart flutter a bit.

“Nothing,” I quickly answer, shoving Coni’s phone into his chest. “Welcome to the party Oppa!”

“Was I not first?” He pouts cutely.

I nod, “You were second, Mark just showed up and claimed the spot as first place not just in the race, but in my heart.” I wrap an arm around the younger, ignoring his blushing.

For a split second Kyungsoo looked ready to murder someone. Maybe that was a bad idea…

To be continued…

Who you guys like her to actually end up with out of everyone she has met so far?

#exo #nct #bts #monsta x #block b #zico #mark #kyungsoo #kpop harem

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