#remember when he replied to me when i sent him that photo of him eating pizza

[jaeducs]

did you guys know that those korean cheerleaders going viral on tiktok are actually dancing to a remix of a 1st gen song?? specifically 'my lecon' by jtl! it's being wrongly attributed to someone else unfortunately, but seriously it's crazy seeing so many celebrities dance to what is technically 1st gen kpop.

jtl is the group that tony, woohyuk and jaewon created after leaving h.o.t. and sm. enter the dragon is an amazing album from start to finish so i highly recommend it.

[nadvs]

I love love love this new au🥹 coming from a severely stressed Uni student could you write how rafe would take care of her when she’s studying too much barely eating or drinking and just really anxious for exams and stressed out.

aaa thank you angel 🥺 yes of course!! i hope you feel better soon!!

based on this fic

“…practice until five,” she hears.

“sorry, what?” she mumbles to rafe, her stare focused ahead.

her boyfriend gazes at her profile as they sit in his bedroom, watching a show on his flatscreen.

“my schedule next week,” he says. “you asked about it.”

“right,” she says. she meets his concerned blue eyes. “sorry. i was out of it again.”

she can feel herself retreating from reality all the time. finals are only a month away and she keeps catching herself zoning out out of lectures and conversations, spiralling into nerve-racking hypotheticals.

“did you eat today?” he asks.

“um… i think so?” she says.

“you’d remember if you did.”

rafe grabs his phone out from beneath the covers to order takeout. she looks at his screen, his wallpaper the photo of herself in his jersey that she’s seen so many times, and realizes it’s minutes away from eight p.m.

“fuck, it’s eight?” she says, scrambling out of bed. “i was supposed to go home to study like an hour ago.”

she grabs her things, staring at him with wide eyes, confused why he isn’t rushing to leave.

“you can drive me, right?” she asks.

“chill for a second,” he sighs. “what if you skipped it tonight? sleep here.”

“i can’t. i can barely sleep in my own bed,” she says. “i can barely sleep at all. if it’s a hassle to drive me, i can order a-”

“no.” rafe stands, relenting. he knows she’ll just argue if he pushes. “let’s go.”

“are you mad?” she asks.

“no,” he says.

“we don’t bullshit-”

“bullshit each other, i know,” he finishes her sentence. “i’m not mad.”

she trails him out of the room. even though he said he’s not mad, he’s acting like it.

rafe’s hands are tight on the steering wheel as he drives to her college campus through dark, busy streets. his girl’s been in her own world lately. every day, it gets worse.

he knows fighting will just stress her out more. he tries to encourage her to take breaks, but it seems to just make her spiral more.

he gets it. his mind gets tangled up, too. pressure can be a bitch. so, he bites his tongue for her sake. she’s the only person he cares enough to reign in his temper for.

“you’re really not mad?” she asks softly.

“i’m worried,” he admits.

she’s silent, staring out the window.

“it’s just finals,” she says. “i’ll be okay.”

rafe’s not entirely convinced. but he gives her the space she needs and drops her off.

about half an hour later, she gets a text from him that there’s takeout waiting for her downstairs. she can’t manage to eat everything because he sent enough food to feed a whole group of people.

then, he texts her close to midnight to see if she went to bed yet.

she replies: can’t fall asleep.

he texts: i’ll be there soon.

when rafe arrives, he calls her to come downstairs. she tries to climb in the passenger seat, but he tells her to go the back. when she opens the door, she sees that he laid out blankets and a pillow across the backseat.

“what is this?” she asks.

“you said you can’t sleep in your bed. or mine,” he says. “what if i drove around? could you sleep then?”

“are you serious?” she says.

“i’ll park in front of my place when you fall asleep. i’ll stay in the car. just get comfortable, alright?”

she settles in the back, leaning across the seat, following his instructions to still buckle herself in.

“thank you,” she says as he starts to drive. her eyelids are already getting heavy, the steady motion of the car genuinely helping. “sorry i’ve been so stressed out.”

“just sleep, baby,” he says.

“okay,” she whispers.

it works. she dozes off within minutes. he drives around for a while to make sure she’s deep asleep.

after he parks in his driveway, he sprawls out in his seat. this is uncomfortable. he’ll be sore tomorrow. and maybe the next day, which is a game day.

but as he listens to her deep breaths, he doesn’t doubt that she’s worth it. she hasn’t been taking care of herself lately. if he has to do it for her, he will. every time.

[riediaries]

satoru knows every part of you. every things you like and hate. he's able to locate each and every mole you have on your body and how many it is. it's like knowing you have been a second nature to him. in order words, he knows your whole nature and that's how you fell in love with him.

he knows you don't like eating a watermelon with seeds on it. you don't want to spit it out after or let alone eat it.

satoru silently observes you as you payed all of your attention to the sliced watermelon on your hands. picking every black seeds you see in the fruit.

you were getting irritated and he sighs, picking a sliced watermelon on the table and removed all the seeds in mere seconds.

"here, eat this. i already removed all of the seeds." he hands you a sliced watermelon. the red juicy part was clean. no seeds. just like how you like it.

"ah.. thanks.." you murmur, accepting the fruit and that was first time you felt a fluttering emotion on your tummy as you stare at the watermelon he handed you.

"mhm.." he hums. "you don't like it with the seeds on it, right?" he asks and you nodded. he hums again, nodding his head in a subtle way.

no seeds on her sliced watermelon, got it.

you like the beach, especially the sunset. he remembers peeking on your phone one time and due to his curiosity, he opened your photo gallery and you have a folder named 'sunsets<3'.

it has a lot of your pictures in the beach, capturing the breathtaking sunset and there are also pictures with just the sun but he likes the pictures with you in it. you're prettier than the sunset, anyways.

"we should go here sometime. the four of us." he tells suguru as they walk on the sand barefooted.

they just finished their mission and their flight will be tomorrow morning so they're spending their time to relax.

satoru keeps his eye on the setting sun. pink and purples hues were seen on the sky.

picture.. yes. i should take a picture for her. he thoughts and brought out his phone to take a picture. he sends the picture to you.

annoying blue-eyed freak: sent a photo.

annoying blue-eyed freak: sunset's pretty here today. you might like it.

you take a look at the photo he sent and the photo's automatically saved on your folder 'picture he sends'.

sunset lover princess: thanks, love it.

he smiles over the three letter word you sent. yep, his day's now complete with just your reply.

unknowingly to him, suguru secretly took a photo of him and he captured the most breathtaking satoru gojo photo to exist.

it's a photo of him on his side, smiling on his phone and the background is the sunset.

cool bangs: sent a photo.

your phone dings. you thought it's another photo of sunset from satoru but no. it's satoru with the sunset but he's not looking at the camera.

you stare at it for good few minutes.

cool bangs: if you're just going to stare at it, you might as well save it. i might delete it.

that message from suguru alone had your fingers saving his photo and put it on another album. a secret album named 'photos i love'.

yes, definitely 'love'.

satoru also knows that you love movie nights with them. horror, romance, or action. name all the genres present. you once told him that it's not about the movie you're excited but being able to spend time with your friends.

being a jujutsu sorcerer at a young age costs your freedom as a child and to dream. you will never know when you will die or vanish from this world. that's why you're spending all of their freedom time with you and they're actually okay with it.

same feelings, as they said.

"ahh! suguru! tell me when the haunted dolls are gone!" satoru clings to suguru as he scream out of his lungs.

"no, you watch it satoru. be a big brave man." he teases the young boy more. "i heard she likes men who's brave and can watch horror movies with her." he whispers to his best friend.

satoru eyes his best friend with a look of suspicious. "are you... sure?"

"her biggest turn off is actually a scared cat like men." he hums, adding more false informations about your type. "meaning, a boy like you, satoru." he dramatically covered his forehead and his eyes to express his disappointment for his best friend.

suguru knows that even when his best friend is screaming like a lady, you'll still like him. even though he can't bear to watch a single horror movie, you'll still like him because he's satoru. the annoying blue-eyed freak that constantly running on your mind twenty-four seven.

the two best friends eyes the two of you. shoko and you, unimpressed on their nonstop bickering and satoru's screams and unbothered on the horror scene in front of you.

wow. just wow. what a scene.

ever since then, you always invite them to watch a newly released movie, mostly horrors but in rare cases, you want to watch romance.

"oh sweet. they're kissing like it's the end of the world." satoru commented as he pushes a mouthful of popcorn on his mouth.

shoko and suguru went out for a smoke since romance is not really their thing but they still agreed to watch just to see you happy. and they couldn't refuse when you were that cute begging them to watch it with them.

"because that's how they are desperate to be with each other." you reply. "i mean, you'll surely kiss a person like that when the world's trying to separate you. you will pour all of your emotions in that kiss to express your feelings." you further explains.

he raises an eyebrow at you. "i thought you're only interested in horror. why are you so knowledgeable about love?"

"books..?"

"yeah? and?"

"what do you mean by that?"

"have you ever kissed a person like that before?" his question caught you off guard and you turns to him.

"what? no! it's not like that! do i need to have an experience to explain those?" you defend yourself. you haven't been kissed yet!

"want me to give you an experience, then?"

you were caught you off guard and you didn't have time to react when he leans to you, kissing the side of your lips. too close to be called a kiss. too close to end your 'no first kiss' phase.

"i like you." he mutters as he looks at you straight in the eye. you're still close to each other and you can feel his breathe on your skin. "more than any of my favorite sweets." he adds, making you laugh.

"i like you, too. more than any favorite sunset i had captured and saw." you confess.

he smiles but his face immediately turns into a sour face. "even though i can barely watch a horror movie?" he asks cutely and you burst into laugh.

"w-who.." you can't stop yourself from laughing. "who said that?"

"suguru." he mentions his best friend. so, the dark haired male is the suspect on spreading false claims.

"I like someone who removes all of the seeds on my sliced watermelon." he smiles at that sentence.

"i like someone who will immediately thought of me whenever he sees sunset and sends me a picture of it." he smiles even more as he closes the gap between you slowly.

"yeah? and? you like someone who's very handsome, too, right?" he grins. "you like a certain someone whose contact name is 'annoying blue-eyed freak', right?"

it made you chuckle. how did he even know that one? you always made sure to lock your phone and keep the password to yourself only.

"i like someone who can't watch a horror movie with me and full of screams–"

he shuts you up by putting his lips onto yours and then pulls away.

your 'no first kiss' phase have officially signed off.

satoru clearly knows that you love movie nights, especially horror movies with him screaming but satoru knows that you love him even more than your collection of horror movies and the sunset you have ever captured and saw in your whole life.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Out of the blue

König x reader (y/n).

Your best friend convinced you to subscribe on a dating app, you don't have expectations but you're keeping an open mind, on the other hand, König is pretty much in the same situation, Horangi and other guys insisted to him, none of you were expecting a wonderful night.

Warning: age gap, reader is in mid 20's. Grammatical and spelling errors. I think there's no mention of a specific gender but if I wrote some I apologize. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

I hope you can enjoy it, as always perhaps it is not a good story but I'm sure someone out there will love this. 🩷

You're sitting, scrolling through the phone, your friends are at a party with a rugby team in a discotheque, your best friend has been insisting, calling you and texting you, even making video calls.

- Y/n please! You have to join us! You can't rot at home every Friday night!

- Working 9 to 5 is exhausting, I pass.

- What will you do tonight if you're not going to have a party or something?

Suddenly a new notification popped on your phone «Someone wants to meet you, Match or reject» then a text «Hi, would you like to go to dinner?»

- Y/N?

- Oh, I... I actually will go to dinner with a guy from that app... Remember?

- Y/N, please be careful, if you go... Send me your location and if something goes wrong call me, ok?

- Yes, mom! I love you, bye!

- Bye-bye!

As soon as you hang up the phone, you open the app and give him a «it's a match!» then responded his text «Hi, for sure, at your house or mine or any restaurant?».

Meanwhile König is sitting in the dining room of his apartment, lonely, he doesn't understand why he listened to Horangi and the rest of the guys.

- This is stupid...

He muttered to himself, he's waiting for your reply, you're the only one that he has sent solitude, nobody else. He's regretting his actions but then, you texted him back, after reading your message he wonders what would be the best option. He stood up and went to the fridge, there was only mustard, a tomato and a beer. Checking in the rest of the kitchen, there's nothing else.

It would be good to go to some restaurant but what if you feel afraid of him? He's massive, the scars on his face, his insecurities are eating him alive.

«i hope you don't mind, your profile doesn't have a photo, may I see a pic?»

-Scheisse.

Would be rude if he says no, also would ruin his chance with someone attractive as you. Oh, how much he hates this, why does he have to be so shy?.

«Ja, no problem, give me a minute :)»

«Thanks, take your time <3»

And actually he's taking a lot of time, is just a simple selfie, that's what he has been saying to himself. After 28 photos he's exhausted, tired and desperate, he doesn't know how to pose for a photo, how not to look intimidating, everything is getting worse in his mind, what if you think he's not what you're looking for? He didn't change his gym clothes, he looks like a mess, also, what if you feel afraid of him and just accept to go on this dinner because you're scared to cancel.

- AHHHH! Scheisse! Ok. Fuck off, let's send all of them.

He's afraid of your answer, he threw the phone to the table.

You're starting to worry, what if he's a fake profile? He's taking too long. Almost 40 minutes, you're considering simply not replying anymore when your phone rings.

«Kö: sent 28 new photos 📷»

Oh god, you hope those are not spicy photos or something. You opened the chat, ready to block him if those are hot pics, but no, Holy Jesus Christ, who is this man? He's tall, wearing shorts and a compression shirt, all black, his entire body looks muscular and strong, then his hair, he has a lot of hair for someone of his age, let's admit it, a lot of men start to lose hair after their 30's- 40's, but he looks good, you make a zoom to observe his face cautiously, there's some scars but if you have to be honest, those scars only makes him more attractive, his eyes are tired but blue like the sky, it only gets better and better. Definitely you can't reject him.

At this point, König is biting his nails, he's feeling very anxious, he hears his phone ringing, fuck, fuck, fuck, he's nervous, he could break easily the spine of the enemy, jump from a plane, disassemble a bomb, even fight against a bear, all that without any anxiety, but this, no, he can't.

He took the phone and went to your chat.

«Y/n: Oh god, you're very handsome» «So, where we will go to dinner? ;) »

He can't believe what he's reading, what did you say? He reads it again, no fucking way. Then he sees you're still on the chat waiting for a response.

«We can go to a good restaurant... If you're ok with that. What do you think?»

«Perfect, you can pick the restaurant, send me the location and I'll see you outside! ;D»

«Kö: sent a location 📍» «Ok, I'll see you at 9 Pm, ja?»

«See you! P.S. I'm excited! :D»

He sent the location of a small Italian restaurant close to the city center, which is expensive but he has a hunch about this night and also he doesn't mind spending much money, after all, he has been working hard for it.

You investigate the place, Italian food, your favorite food, the place looks really nice, casual, you like that. You change clothes and get ready, lucky for you, you live not so far from the center, it'll take you 18 minutes to arrive at the restaurant. You're not nervous, you're actually very excited, for the first time in months you're truly excited to have a date, maybe it will be a mess or... Maybe not, who knows? You keep that open mind and that optimism.

König arrived on time. He's checking his phone to see if you texted him while he was on the way, but no. He can't avoid thinking that maybe you will not come or something happened to you, he could be more polite and offered to pick you up at your home and arrive together. He's cursing himself when a sweet voice brings him back to reality.

- Hey

- Oh, hi... I'm König.

- König?

- Ja... (fuck, you maybe think he's giving you a fake name or something, god somebody save him!)

- It's very original, I like it, I'm y/n.

You're too kind, you're even giving him a big smile.

- Nice to meet you, y/n, I like your name too.

- Thank you! So what if we continue this conversation inside?... Let's go, I don't want to be rude but I'm so hungry!

- Sure, let's go, I'm hungry too.

As soon as you sit, there's a connection, you talk a lot, he laughs and laughs, the dinner is delicious, both share their food with each other, drinking beer and enjoying the moment, he talks to you about his job, just a little but you're fascinated by him and everything he's telling you.

(...) «No! I swear! I did a lot of sports and activities when I was a kid!» (...) «Ja! We were Falling and he didn't wake up! The plane was in flames and he was sleeping like a baby!» (...) «No, I was at home while my parents were at parties and doing all that was actually expected from someone of my age!» «Rugby and Hockey, beers and whiskey, those are my favorites!» (...) «Ja! I play that one too, I have a PC and PS and an Xbox» (...)

By the end of the dinner you and König are almost alone in the restaurant, the waitress comes to tell you they will close soon so König asks for the bill, you offer him to pay the half but he insists it's on him.

Once out, you don't want to go home, neither him but he doesn't know where else to go.

- I have an idea. Let's go, I'll take you to a cool bar that I like to visit sometimes.

- If it is a discotheque or something like that I think I prefer to walk around the city if you don't mind Schatz.

- Oh god, no, König, trust me, you will like this place.

Both are walking side to side, still talking and laughing, you don't have a clue about how much he's enjoying this moment, he's so focused on you that he has forgotten about all the people around who occasionally observe both. You're less shy or introverted than him, he likes that, you're funny, smart, pretty and full of stories.

Finally, you stop in front of a white door with a neon sign "The old dog's Bar", you take his hand and get inside.

There are not many people, it is dark, the illumination in the place is not the best, but it brings a good vibe, the people around are more old than young, the bartender is an old man, very charming.

- Hey Frank!

- Y/n! Welcome, would you like something to drink?

- Sure, whiskey for me and my friend, please, i saw tonight is a band playing, are they still here?

- sure, go, take a seat darling, they took a break but they'll be back soon.

You and König are sitting close to the small scenario, still talking, your drinks are on the table already.

- you will love this, I promise!

- How did you find this place?

- I was passing by one day, and Frank was trying to get some clients, I thought he was a very charming man so I decided to give this place a chance and I instantly fell in love.

- You're very interesting, young people like you maybe prefer to be somewhere else with more activity or something, but not you. You're beautiful, funny, you're smart... What else do I have to know about you, Schatz?

You blush and laugh.

- I'm full of surprises as much as you König! Oh, wait, I have to go to the bathroom, keep an eye on my drink please, I'll be back!

Once you're in the bathroom you text your friend to tell her you're having a wonderful night and that he's interesting and attractive. You were walking back to the table when you heard some guys talking.

«What will we do? I don't know, I'm not too good at playing it!!»

You continued walking and finally you sat, König is staring at you, he's lost in his thoughts observing you until the sound of the band in the scenario interrupts.

- Hey, we're back, we want to thank everyone who's here listening to us, thank you so much! We're close to finishing the show but our guitarist had an inconvenience and left, so, is there someone in the crowd who can help us?

You look around and the few people who are there are still sitting, apparently no one knows or maybe they're shy or not sure about standing up and helping the band. You sigh and look at König, he gives you a shy smile but for you that's enough to give you courage, you stand up from your seat.

- I can do it!

- Oh, sure come here, thank you so much for helping us!

You put your phone and some rings on the table and give a sip to your drink, you look at König once again and without thinking too much you squeeze his shoulder and whisper «I'll be back».

The guys from the band ask you some things about if you know some of the songs on their repertoire, fortunately, you know them well.

- (...) what about the solo guitar on 'Free bird'? Would you do it?

- Trust me, you won't regret it! Also I promised my friend a wonderful night, so... Let's do this.

Some songs by Fleetwood Mac, guns and roses, Red hot chili peppers, Toto, eagles, Depeche mode and finally the song you've been waiting for, Free bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd, you're nervous, you don't really know if you will do it. But just a quick look at König is enough for you to give your best.

König never stopped to look at you, he has been staring at you since you stood up on the scenario with that beautiful black Fender squier classic vibe, he's paying attention to the way you play, indeed, you're nervous but he feels somehow very proud, you're giving the best of you.

He doesn't know why, but he feels like he needs to take a photo of you, maybe the light over you gives you an angelical view, or is his point of view, he doesn't know but he needs to show you how you looked after the show.

You're brilliant, you don't understand how your fingers are moving in that velocity, it has been a while since you played guitar, but you're doing it great, your quick looks to the band and the people around tell you that even they are impressed by your skills.

At the end of the show you run to König smiling and still a little bit shocked by what you did a few moments ago.

It was almost 3 am, you've been out all night, you don't even feel tired, either König, he can't stop talking about the way you played guitar, he's charming, he told you he's shy and don't enjoy to be around many people or talk too much but with you he has been really sweet, open and a truly gentleman. He offered to walk with you and take you to your house, he doesn't feel good letting you go alone.

- I would love to repeat this, König you're a gentleman, I've had much fun and the dinner was really delicious!

- Ja, me too, you're amazing, I won't stop saying it, you were brilliant. I took a picture and a video of you playing, I'll send them to you later!

- Thanks, I promise you this is the best night of my life...

- I... I would like to have a second date too.

- For real?

- Ja, I mean if you don't mind that I'm... You know, perhaps too old for you.

- Are you kidding!? König, you don't even look old! You look better than people with the same age as me, you're thousand times more interesting than them and I already said it, I would love to repeat this!

- Gut!, I'll be working a lot this month though, but we can organize another date, check our schedules and all that.

- For sure, whenever you can, I'll be ready! Well... This is where I live.

Both walked to the door of your building, and talked a little bit more, he kissed your hand and then both said goodbye. You were closing the door of your apartment when your phone buzzed, you checked all the notifications, one was from König.

«Kö: Sent a new photo 📷 , sent a new video 📷»

You were looking at them when a new message appeared on the chat.

« I can't wait to see you again, Liebling. Thanks for the most amazing night of my life, sweet dreams Mein Schatz :D»

Needless to say that you jumped and ran through your apartment like a child on Christmas. You and König had more and more dates, eventually a first kiss, a first anniversary, etc.

Who said you can't find true love on dating apps?.

[berry-potchy]

I went through my drafts and found this. I typed this during a moment of weakness for cliche chick flicks and fuckboy Miguel:

This is not edited and messy but I just wanted to share that I'm thinking about a very typical and silly high school coming of age romance setting with the popular broody bad boy x wallflower good girl except that Miguel is already so down bad for (obsessed with) good girl who btw is chubby and cute.

What's on my mind rn is kid Miguel and kid reader were childhood best friends/sweethearts. You were neighbors and your families were close. One day, for some reason you had to move away. This was maybe when you and Miguel were like 7. You were inconsolable during moving day and Miguel's poor little heart broke at the sight. He confessed to you then and asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes and you kissed him on the cheek and you guys hugged until your parents had to pry you off each other so you can leave. Your parents felt really bad that they had to separate you from your best friend and what they thought was pretend boyfriend but the move was a canon event.

You weren't able to keep in touch, you weren't able to make many friends in your new place either. Like you had friends but they kinda have their own separate friend groups that you're not a part of. You were kinda just there, mourning your loneliness. Growing up you always had that ugly feeling of missing out and the "what if I didn't move back then?" in the back of your head. But one day, you're already like what? Last year in high school? You get a notif on your IG that a Miguel liked a photo you posted from a few months prior (it's a rare photo of you wearing something that shows off of your curves and feeling it). It's odd. You've posted a lot more photos since then. You check the profile and it's your Miguel... but he grew up HOT. Tall, wide, jacked, but it's the same Miguel with the pretty brown eyes and dark loose curls that he now styles slicked back. You follow him thinking he won't notice because of all the pretty girls who comment on his pics but never get replied to. But he followed you back immediately and sent you a 'hey' on DM. You didn't know what to say at all so you just stared at it until he replied ':/' followed by 'see you soon. you better have something to say to me by then.'

Later that day your parents drop the bomb that you're moving back to your childhood home. Next to Miguel.

Not to get into too much plot I just really wanna think about Miguel welcoming back his girlfriend and wanting to make up for lost time which gets you super flustered by his advances and shamelessness. You can't quite tell if he's just teasing you about the girlfriend part but the flirting definitely feels for real.

Your parents telling you to keep the door open when he goes up your room to hang out and you get embarrassed, stuttering that you're not planning on doing anything sexual. Miguel however shrugs and goes "I wouldn't trust me in a room with you either. I would eat you up"

And during lunch at school you cant find a seat, you try to look for Miguel but the scary popular kids are flocking around him. He looks like he's so bored but perks up when he sees you walk by and grabs your wrist to make you sit with them. Some random girl mockingly goes "oh sorry there's no space for you here" and you feel humiliated. Miguel shuts her up with a glare and makes you sit on his lap. No one dares to speak up as he tries to feed you with the snacks from his tray. He's squeezing your thighs enjoying the feel of you on his lap while he goes "I remember you liking this (insert snack or boxed drink here) so I got you an extra one, chula"

There's really nothing else to this I just thought it was cute and had to share.

[xxspringmelodyxx]

260~

Gojo x F!Reader (Angst)

I hope you all enjoy! (I needed this okay. Especially after the newest leaks ToT)

Warnings: Violence, that’s about it…I think

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I sat on the ground, looking down at the photos of me and Satoru together. Memories began to flood my mind like a relentless tide as I looked at them one by one. I ran my fingers delicately over the glossy surface of each image, reliving the moments captured within.

There we were, laughing under the soft glow of streetlights, his infectious smile lighting up the night as we lost ourselves in each other's company. I could almost feel the warmth of his kisses against my skin as I traced the contours of our intertwined figures, frozen in time.

Memories of our cherished dates danced across my mind, each one a symphony of laughter, whispered promises, and stolen glances. Whether it was a simple stroll through the bustling streets or an extravagant evening under the stars, every moment spent with him felt like a precious gift.

But it wasn't just the romantic gestures or grand gestures that endeared him to me. It was the way he poured his heart and soul into everything he did, especially when it came to his students. I could still hear the passion in his voice as he spoke to me of his duty to protect and guide them, his eyes alight with determination and compassion.

And then there were the quieter moments, the ones where we simply existed in each other's presence, finding solace in the simple act of being together. His strength became my anchor, his unwavering support giving me the courage to face whatever challenges life threw our way.

But now, as I sat surrounded by these memories, a bittersweet ache settled in my chest. For all the love we shared, for all the moments we cherished, he was gone. And in his absence, I was adrift, lost in a sea of grief and longing.

Tears streamed down my cheeks yet again, marking another day of relentless sorrow. Six months had passed since his death, yet the pain felt as raw as ever. The moment I received the news of his passing, a wave of numbness washed over me, leaving me paralyzed in its wake. It felt like someone tore my heart out and ripped it into shreds. Since then, I haven’t been the same. It’s been a struggle just to eat and sleep regularly. My eyes are extremely hollowed out due to crying every day. My hair is a complete mess since I can’t care enough to do it. Our once shared home is a wreck as I am too weak to move to do anything. I just feel so…hopeless.

I am lost without him. People try to reach out, they try to check up on me to see how I am doing. I am forever grateful for them. But despite their well-intentioned efforts, each and every time, they are met with silence as the weight of my sorrow burdens me too much to speak at all.

As I continue to look at all of our shared memories together, out of nowhere, the sound of something falling to the ground caught my attention. I looked across the room to see a necklace had fallen. It was the one he had bought me for my birthday. It was the last gift he had ever gotten me before he died. I crawled over to it, holding it carefully in my hand. It was a gorgeous 24K golden necklace that had a locket on it. Inside was a photo of him and I kissing on our first anniversary. I still remember the day he gave it to me.

***

The air was alive with anticipation as I unwrapped the small velvet box he had presented to me on my birthday. His eyes sparkled with excitement, mirroring my own as I lifted the lid to reveal the gleaming gold necklace nestled within.

“‘Toru…It’s beautiful,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper, overwhelmed by the love and thoughtfulness he had poured into the gift.

“I wanted something special for my special girl,” he replied, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he fastened the necklace around my neck. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down my spine, a gentle reminder of the depth of our connection.

As I admired the delicate craftsmanship of the locket, he reached out, gently turning it over to reveal the polished surface within. “And there’s more,” he said, his voice tinged with excitement. “Open it.”

I looked down to look at the heart shaped locket. I carefully pried it open, revealing the treasure hidden within – a small photograph of us, captured in a moment of pure happiness on our first anniversary.

My breath caught in my throat as I beheld the image, a rush of emotion flooding my senses. "Oh, Satoru," I whispered, my voice thick with tears. "It's beautiful."

He smiled, his expression tender as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to my forehead.

"Every time you wear it, I want you to remember this moment," he murmured, his voice soft with emotion as he brushed a stray lock of hair from my face. "No matter where life takes us, you'll always have a piece of me with you."

His smile, so full of warmth and affection, mirrored my own as we exchanged glances, the weight of our shared history imbuing each moment with a sense of timeless bliss.

With a gentle kiss pressed to his lips, I whispered my gratitude, knowing that this precious gift would serve as a constant reminder of the love we shared, a beacon of hope in the midst of despair.

”I love you, Satoru Gojo~” You spoke

”And I love you more, Y/n soon to be Gojo.~” He spoke, making you giggle a bit

***

I stared at the necklace, my hands trembling with a mix of anger and despair as the memory replayed in my mind like a relentless nightmare. Everything we had shared, everything we had built together – gone, all because of that arrogant, vile Sukuna. If it weren't for his twisted machinations, Satoru would still be here, his arms wrapped around me, his laughter filling the air with warmth.

The injustice of it all burned like a raging inferno within me, fueling the flames of my anger until it consumed every other thought. How dare he rob us of our happiness? How dare he tear apart the life we had built, leaving me alone in this desolate void?

With a sudden surge of power, I lost control, the energy within me erupting in a violent explosion that sent objects hurtling away from me. Furniture toppled and shattered, the very air crackling with the force of my rage.

As everything around me began to float in the maelstrom of my emotions, I realized that my anger was a force unto itself, a storm raging within me with no end in sight. And in that moment, I welcomed its embrace, for it was the only thing that made sense in this world of shattered dreams and broken promises.

Quickly, my tears came to a stop and my eyes became dull. Everything got silent and all I could hear was my breathing. Amidst the chaos, a newfound clarity emerged. I had nothing left to lose, nothing left to fear. Satoru's death had stripped away everything that mattered to me, leaving behind only a burning desire for vengeance. My final mission was clear – to hunt down Sukuna and make him pay for the pain he had inflicted upon me.

With grim determination, I rose from the wreckage, my eyes blazing with purpose. No longer bound by the constraints of fear or doubt, I embraced the darkness that lurked within me, channeling it into a single, unwavering purpose – to avenge the man I loved, no matter the cost.

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As weeks passed, my relentless pursuit of Sukuna led me to a scene of utter devastation. The air was thick with smoke, the acrid stench of charred debris assaulting my senses as I surveyed the destruction that lay before me. Buildings lay in ruins, flames licking at the remnants of once bustling streets. The ground was littered with the lifeless bodies of innocent victims, their silent screams echoing in the depths of my soul.

But amidst the chaos, I spotted him – Sukuna, the architect of this carnage, his presence a malevolent shadow looming over the shattered landscape. Anger surged within me like a tidal wave, threatening to engulf me in its fiery embrace as I took a step forward, my eyes fixed upon my target.

Before I could unleash my fury upon him, a sudden attack from the shadows sent me reeling, the impact driving me to my knees. As I struggled to regain my bearings, a figure emerged from the darkness – Uraume, her eyes gleaming with malice as they bore down upon me, intent on snuffing out my life before I could enact my vengeance.

But I refused to yield, drawing upon the depths of my power as I met her onslaught head-on. With a telekinetic force born of desperation and determination, I countered her every move, the air crackling with the intensity of our battle. Each blow landed with the force of a sledgehammer, the clash of our powers sending shockwaves rippling through the war-torn landscape.

We lunged at each other, hitting our fists together with the same amount of force. In turn, a large burst of green light blazed throughout the area, catching Sukuna’s attention. He turned and saw Uraume and…you.

“So, his little love has finally decided to show up. After all this time?” Sukuna’s voice dripped with contempt as he surveyed the scene. With a smirk, he turned on his heel, confident that Uraume would handle the situation.

Uraume and I both flew back into the debris, the ground trembling beneath us as we struggled to rise. With swiftness, she got back on her feet and rushed towards me, her eyes ablaze with fury and determination. But I refused to falter, drawing upon the memory of Satoru’s love and the burning need for justice that fueled my every action. With a final surge of power, I unleashed a devastating wave of telekinetic energy, causing everything around me to rise in a whirlwind of chaos. I sent all of them flying towards Uraume, causing her to stop in her tracks. One by one, debris and rubble soared towards and surrounded her, encircling her in a ring of destruction to prevent her escape.

“You dare try and stop me?” I advanced towards her, my voice dripping with menace as I surveyed her trapped form.

She tried to escape once more, but I plunged a large pole down right through her arm, pinning her to the ground with a sickening crunch. I curled my fingers, causing the pole itself to curl around her body so that she couldn’t move. She writhed in pain, feeling the cool metal sink and expand in her skin. However, through the midst of the pain, she couldn’t help but find herself forming a crazed smile.

“You can’t do this. You won’t do this! From the beginning I showed up, I’ve observed you closely, analyzed your every move to ensure your defeat. I know that you’ve always advocated for alternatives to violence, for solutions that don’t end in bloodshed. If you kill me, you’d be going against everything you believe in. ” She said, trying to hide the little tremble in her voice.

With a flick of my wrist, the metal pole tore through her leg, silencing her cries of pain.

”That was before you both took what was once mine.” I spoke with venom.

I walked up closer to her, making her bow down to me. My hand tilted her face up towards mine, making her see the hurt and anger surging through my eyes.

“Even if you do kill me, if you go against Sukuna…you will meet death.” She said, coughing up blood. I knelt down to her, unfazed as a single tear dropped down my face.

“I already have. When Sukuna killed my ‘Toru.” I spoke.

”Let me show you what it felt like.” I said, raising my fingers, causing the pole to bend any way I wanted it to. It rose up just above her chest, pointing towards her heart.

A few seconds passed by of pure silence as I watched Uraume stare at the pole with unease. I then snapped my fingers, causing the pole to run straight through her heart, ripping it to bits and pieces. Her breathing hitched as she felt the air slip away from her body. She looked at me with fearful eyes, but they were met with dull and lifeless ones.

“Goodbye, Uraume.” I spoke, standing to my feet and walking away. Her body slowly became limp as she felt her body go cold, her life slipping away second by second.

Now, all that was left was the sound of cackling fire and wind. Nothing else.

“I must say, I am surprised, little one,” Sukuna’s gruff voice cut through the tension like a knife.

I looked up, my eyes meeting the gaze of the man I had been hunting relentlessly. He stood tall, a menacing figure looming in the distance, his presence a dark shadow cast over the devastation around us.

“It’s a shame really. About Gojo, I mean,” Sukuna continued, his words dripping with malice. “He almost had me for a moment there. But it turns out he never could win against me. It was so enticing just watching the life slip away from his eyes, watching him realize that the almighty Gojo Satoru had met his final end.”

The image of Gojo’s demise played in my mind like a cruel mockery, igniting a firestorm of rage within me. The thought of Toru being all alone, dying… it was too much to bear. I moved my hand up to feel the necklace Toru gave me around my neck, holding everything in to not get distracted.

“What’s the matter, little one? Can’t handle the loss of your lover? Come on, It’s not like you lost everything.” His words were like daggers, each one driving deeper into the wound of my grief. A cold fury ignited within me, and in that moment, I knew that Sukuna’s words would be his undoing.

With a primal scream, I swung my hands down, propelling myself through the air with unstoppable force. I seized Sukuna by the neck, my fingers digging into his flesh as I locked eyes with him, fury blazing in my gaze. He searched my eyes, perhaps expecting to find fear or sadness, but all he found was unbridled rage.

“He was my everything,” I snarled, my voice dripping with venom. With a surge of energy, I unleashed a powerful burst, hurtling Sukuna through the air and slamming him into a barely standing building. The impact sent debris flying in all directions, the structure crumbling under the force of our clash.

I soared upwards, propelled by sheer determination, my telekinetic prowess seizing hold of anything within reach. With a swift, calculated motion, I gathered debris from the surroundings, forming a makeshift arsenal that crackled with latent energy. I hurled the improvised projectiles towards Sukuna, each impact resonating with a thunderous force.

As the chaos unfolded below, I descended with unparalleled velocity to prevent him from having any time to block my hits. The sheer momentum of my descent created shockwaves that rippled through the earth. A brilliant green light erupted from the ground upon impact, fractures spider-webbing across the surface as the sheer force of my assault reverberated through the battlefield.

Yet, as I’m kept attacking, Sukuna managed to move with such speed that he managed to dodge some of my hits. With a sinister grin, he countered my final attack, his own power manifesting in a whirlwind of destruction that met my attack head-on.

Caught off guard by his swift retaliation, I found myself ensnared in Sukuna’s grasp, his grip unyielding as he effortlessly subdued my efforts. Quickly, I unleashed another surge of telekinetic energy, forcing Sukuna to stagger back momentarily. I could feel myself losing consciousness though, using too much of my power for too long. But I can’t stop now. I will kill Sukuna…or at least die trying. Seizing the opportunity, I broke free from his grasp and launched myself backwards, creating distance between us.

Breathing heavily, I steadied myself for the next assault. Sukuna’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, a feral grin spreading across his lips as he prepared to renew his attack. Without hesitation, I dove back into the fray, determination burning fiercely within me.

Our clash resumed with renewed intensity, each blow exchanged was met with equal ferocity, neither of us willing to back down in the face of the other’s relentless onslaught.

"You fight with admirable tenacity," Sukuna remarked, his voice laced with amusement as he observed my relentless assault.

"I'll never stop fighting until justice is served," I retorted, my words dripping with defiance as I squared off against him once more.

Sukuna chuckled darkly, his gaze narrowing as he prepared to unleash another wave of devastating power. "Your resolve is commendable, but ultimately futile," he taunted, his voice resonating with a chilling certainty.

With a defiant glare, I summoned every ounce of strength within me, pushing myself to the brink in my quest to overcome him. "We'll see about that," I replied, my voice filled with determination as I braced myself for the next exchange.

We both hurled towards each other with such speed that it would be impossible to see us with the naked eye. In a moment of perfect synchronization, Sukuna and I clashed together with such force that a mix of our energy erupted from our combined powers.

The collision of our powers created a blinding explosion that illuminated the night sky.

The resulting explosion was cataclysmic, sending shockwaves rippling through the air as numerous buildings that were already on the verge of collapse finally succumbed to the force of our clash. Debris rained down around us as the landscape was engulfed in chaos. We were both knocked back far away from each other.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, the echoes of our battle reverberating through the war-torn city. As the dust settled and the chaos subsided, I found myself staring up at the sky, my body wracked with exhaustion. Each breath felt like a struggle as I fought to remain conscious. Sukuna’s relentless assault had taken its toll, his counterattacks wearing down my defenses with ruthless efficiency.

I tried to summon my telekinetic abilities once more, but to no avail. My body felt heavy and sluggish, my limbs refusing to obey my commands. The strain of overexertion coupled with Sukuna’s relentless attacks had left me drained and vulnerable.

I suddenly heard footsteps approaching, the sound echoing ominously in the aftermath of our battle. Instinctively, I knew that Sukuna was drawing near, ready to decide my fate.

I lay there, helpless and defeated, as Sukuna loomed over me with a triumphant smirk. His victory was all but assured, his malevolent gaze gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he prepared to deliver the final blow.

“So, this is how it ends,” Sukuna sneered, his voice dripping with contempt as he regarded me with disdain. “Pathetic. I expected more from someone who dared to challenge me.”

Despite the overwhelming despair that threatened to consume me, I refused to let Sukuna see my fear. With every fiber of my being, I summoned a flicker of defiance, a spark of defiance that refused to be extinguished.

“You may have won this battle,” I replied, my voice trembling with exertion, “but the war is far from over. You can take as many of us as you want…but trust that soon…you will meet your end.” I spoke valiantly.

As Sukuna smirked, poised to deliver the final blow, you braced yourself for the inevitable. With a sense of resignation, you closed your eyes, steeling yourself for the worst. Yet, to your surprise, nothing happened.

”What the hell?” Sukuna said with confusion and utter shock.

Slowly, tentatively, you opened your eyes, expecting to be met with the cold, merciless gaze of your adversary. Instead, your vision was filled with a sight that filled you with disbelief and hope in equal measure.

Standing before you, his presence radiating with a familiar warmth and strength, was Satoru Gojo. His white hair billowed around him like a halo, his gaze unwavering as he faced down Sukuna with a steely resolve.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you gazed upon the man you had thought lost forever. The sheer improbability of his presence left you speechless, a surge of emotion welling up within you as you struggled to comprehend the reality of the situation.

With a defiant glare, Satoru stood his ground, a protective barrier between you and Sukuna.

“Hollow purple”

Within an instant, Satoru unleashed his ability, pushing Sukuna away with a force that sent shockwaves rippling through the air. The sheer power of his attack was enough to stagger even the mighty cursed spirit, buying precious moments of respite in the midst of the chaos.

As Sukuna stumbled backwards, momentarily disoriented by the sudden onslaught, Satoru wasted no time. With a determined glint in his eyes, he surged forward, closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

With a swift, fluid motion, Satoru launched a devastating barrage of blows, each strike delivered with pinpoint accuracy and unrivaled speed. His movements were a blur as he danced around Sukuna, his attacks relentless and unforgiving.

With each blow, Sukuna staggered further, his defenses crumbling under the relentless assault. Though he fought back with all the ferocity of a cornered beast, he found himself unable to match Satoru's skill and determination, especially after the fight you and him had previously.

Driven by a singular purpose, Satoru pressed on, his every movement a testament to his unwavering resolve. With each strike, he drew upon the depths of his power as he fought to protect you from harm. Each blow landed with the force of a thunderbolt, making it hard for Sukuna to keep pace.

Despite Sukuna's best efforts to retaliate, he found himself outmatched at every turn. Satoru's skill and precision were unmatched, his movements fluid and effortless as he danced around his adversary with a grace that belied his immense power.

As the battle raged on, the sheer intensity of their clash threatened to tear the very fabric of reality asunder.

Sukuna seized upon a moment of opportunity, launching a devastating counterattack that caught Satoru off guard. With a brutal blow, he sent Satoru reeling backwards, his defenses breached in a moment of vulnerability.

Satoru staggered, momentarily stunned by the force of the blow. In that fleeting instant, Sukuna moved to deliver the final, fatal strike, his malevolent intent clear in his eyes.

But before he could land the killing blow, you felt a surge of determination welling up within you. You were not going to lose him…not again. With every ounce of strength you could muster, you rose to your feet, the pain and exhaustion fading into the background as you focused on the task at hand.

With a fierce cry, you threw yourself forward, placing yourself between Satoru and Sukuna with a protective instinct born of love and desperation. In that moment of selflessness, you summoned the last reserves of your power, creating a force field that enveloped both you and Satoru in a protective cocoon.

Sukuna's eyes widened in disbelief as he realized what you had done. With a snarl of rage, he launched himself at you, intent on breaking through your defenses and finishing what he had started.

But you stood firm, your resolve unshakeable as you summoned every ounce of power within you. With a final surge of energy, you unleashed a devastating blast that sent Sukuna hurtling backwards, his form disappearing into the distance.

As the dust settled and the chaos subsided, a tense silence descended upon the battlefield. The air stilled with anticipation as Sukuna, undeterred by his previous defeats, rose once more to confront you and Satoru.

With a feral snarl, Sukuna launched himself at you, his fury palpable as he sought to crush you both once and for all. But you and Satoru were ready, your determination unyielding as you braced yourselves for the final showdown.

With a silent exchange of understanding, you and Satoru moved as one, your movements fluid and synchronized as you launched a coordinated assault against Sukuna. Each blow landed with precision and purpose, driving Sukuna back with the sheer force of your combined power.

Amidst the chaos of battle, you and Satoru fought with a fierce determination born of desperation and resolve. With every strike, you drew upon the depths of your strength, putting everything into every blow as you sought to vanquish the malevolent spirit that threatened to destroy everything you held dear.

Sukuna's attacks grew more frenzied and unpredictable, his rage fueling his every move. But you and Satoru remained steadfast, your bond unbreakable as you fought side by side against the darkness that threatened to engulf you.

And finally, as Sukuna launched one final, desperate assault, you and Satoru seized upon the opportunity with a precision born of years of training and camaraderie. With a united effort, you unleashed a devastating barrage of attacks, overwhelming Sukuna with the sheer force of your combined power.

With one final, decisive blow, you and Satoru delivered the finishing blow, vanquishing the malevolent spirit once and for all.

As Sukuna's form dissolved into nothingness, the battlefield fell silent once more.

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As everything began to settle and the chaos subsided, you felt the weight of exhaustion pressing down on you like a crushing weight. Every muscle in your body ached with fatigue, and you could feel the last vestiges of your strength slipping away.

Satoru’s voice cut through the haze of pain and exhaustion, his tone filled with concern and worry as he rushed to your side. With gentle hands, he caught you as you collapsed, cradling you in his arms with a tenderness that made your skin warm.

“Y/n,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he gazed down at you with worry etched into every line of his face.

You looked up into his beautiful and familiar eyes. The eyes you’ve been longing to see for so long now.

“‘Toru…” you whispered, his name a prayer on your lips as you reached out to touch his face, the sensation of his skin against yours sending a shiver of electricity coursing through your body. His hand met yours, his touch gentle and reassuring as he caressed your trembling fingers with his own.

“How? How are you here?” you asked, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper as you struggled to make sense of the miracle unfolding before you.

Toru’s smile was like a beacon of light in the darkness, his eyes shining with love and adoration as he looked down at you with unwavering affection.

“Oh, come on now, baby,” he chuckled, his voice filled with warmth and affection as he leaned in closer to you. “Did you really think that old geezer could actually get rid of me? I told you from the beginning. I’d win~”

His words were like a balm to your wounded soul, filling you with a sense of hope and joy that you thought you’d lost forever. And as you looked down to see the scars on his abdomen, a testament to the trials he’d faced, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of gratitude and love for the man standing before you.

“And maybe I got some help from Shoko,” he added, his tone playful as he joked about the assistance he’d received from his friend. But beneath the lighthearted banter, you could sense the depth of his gratitude for the support he’d received. Tears began to fall down your face and Toru frowned, leaning down to kiss them away.

”It’s okay, baby. Everything is alright now.” He whispered softly. You wrapped your arms around him, hiding your face in his neck. He lifted you up and sat you down on his lap, wrapping his arms around you as well, kissing your neck.

”I missed you so much.” You said, your voice breaking with each word.

You pulled away from his neck so that you could look at his face.

”When I found out you had lost to Sukuna, I felt my whole body give out. I felt so much anger and regret. Not because of Sukuna…but because I lost you. I never even got to say I love you one last time. Never got to kiss you one last time. All I could think about was you, ‘Toru. I felt so much regret when I would lay in our bed, cook in our kitchen, sit on our couch, realizing that I most likely would never get to see your face again.” I spoke, tears starting to well up in his eyes.

He cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle and tender as he gazed into your eyes with unwavering devotion.

”I know, my love. And I’m sorry any of this happened in the first place. Believe me when I say I wish I could take it all back so that we’d never have to go through that. I can’t imagine how hard it was for you.” He spoke, kissing your temples softly.

“All that matters is that you’re back now. And I’m never losing you again.” You spoke to him with a faint smile on your face, making him chuckle.

“Trust me, baby. You don’t need to worry about that at all. I’m by your side for eternity.” He said, making you chuckle.

“And as for that kiss…Well, now you get to do all of that right now~” He said, pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. You kissed him back with equal fervor, holding onto him for dear life, scared that somehow, someway, he would be gone in an instant.

But there he was, holding you in his arms, not letting you go for one second. Your lips moved in perfect sync, as though they were meant for each other alone. Your hearts raced with longing and passion, fuelled by the deep yearning you both shared. After a moment, you two broke the kiss, smiling at one another. Toru placed his forehead on yours as you looked into each other's eyes.

”I love you, Y/n soon to be Gojo.” He teased a bit, making you chuckle

”I love you more, Satoru Gojo~”

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And everyone lived happily ever after! No one died! Everyone is still alive…yes. Alive! :)

[mykoreanlove]

AMNESIA

„So, you’re telling me she has no idea who she is? Or who you are? For real?“ Chan nodded glumly. „She got into a car accident a couple of days ago. Luckily, she survived without greater damage, but her memory is gone.“ „All of it?“ Chan looked into the bewildered eyes of his friend. „All of it“, he replied defeated. „What are you going to do?“ „What do you mean?“ „Well, it’s not like she knows who you are anymore. All her feelings for you are gone. Did you break up?“ He choked on his beer. „Are you out of your mind? Y/N is the love of my life. I would never give her up. Even if she doesn’t remember me now, I will find a way.“ „To remember you?“ Chan nodded. He spent countless nights researching, scouting through medical reports of patients getting their memories back. The circles under his eyes were as dark as the night but he would try anything to get you back. Anything. „And if she doesn’t?“ He felt the anxiety rising in his body again. There was a chance of you never getting back all your memories. He was terrified by that. Chan gulped down the rest of his beer, wiping away the foam from his lips. „If she won’t remember me then I have to make her fall in love with me again. I have to. I just have to.“

„Sunshine, you have no idea who I am?“ A beautiful boy with blue hair looked at you with concerned eyes, devastated by the news of your memory loss. „No“, you shook your head ashamed. „I’m sorry.“ He jumped on the bed next to you taking your hand into his. „Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault, love.“ Love? Were you two in love? You felt tension in your gut, as if your body was communicating with you. „You are y/n and I am Felix and we‘re basically best friends“, he cheered at you. Ah, best friends. That tension informed you correctly, your body was in fact communicating with you. It was nice knowing that you had a best friend, one that was as caring as Felix. You started crying, overpowered by your emotions. „Felix, I feel so dumb.“ He wiped away the tears and rubbed your hand silently. He wanted to hug you and reassure you, but he was afraid of overstepping boundaries. He really wanted to tell you that everything was going to be okay, but he hesitated, not knowing if that possibility could actually ever come true. Instead, he kept rubbing your hand and sat with you in silence.

Your phone vibrated - it was a text from Binnie. Binnie. That name sounded sweet on your tongue but that was about it. You hated being like this. He sent you a selfie - a big pout was plastered on his sad face. „Working out without you is just not the same. Get better quickly, y/n. I miss you.“ You were curious about your relationship with him, so you started scouting your past conversations. Endless photos of you working out, eating well and drinking protein shakes as well as encouragements when one of you felt down were the norm. You felt sad but consoled at the same time. So, I like to work out, huh? You took a glance of your body and nodded respectfully, being happy about your athletic accomplishments. I guess I do. Your head fell back on the silky cushion. You tried remembering going to the gym but nothing came up. You could imagine what the heavy weights would feel like but that was just your imagination making things up. Not one real session came to mind. Not one. You sighed in frustration. Again.

„Yo sis, do you got any snacks in here?“ Apparently, you had a little brother, Innie, who was more concerned with eating than your well-being. „I don’t even know my name and you’re asking me about snacks?“, you huffed annoyed. „Try the second counter, maybe you’ll find some Pepero in there.“ Innies face fell flat. „What did you just say?“ He was confusing you. „Second counter, Pepero?“ Innie jumped up and down, running over to you excitedly. „Y/N, you big moron. You love Pepero!! You remembered!!“ Surprise washed over you. „I do?“ „Yes“, he nodded his head in anticipation. „You love them. Especially the green tea ones. You never share those with me.“ He paused for a second, side-eyeing you. „Maybe forget about your Pepero greed as well, if you’re already at it.“ Normally, you would have smacked him for being rude, but you were too flabbergasted to act. You remembered. A tiny thing but you remembered. Tears were staining your cheeks once more but this time they were laced with hope.

As the news of your memory loss spread, you got contacted by the most random people. People who claimed to be friends from Highschool, distant relatives you never even heard of and apparently also your ex-boyfriend. A random knock on your door woke you up from your slumber. „Hey.“ A very gorgeous guy entered your room, making you hate yourself even more for not remembering. „It’s past visiting hours.“ „Yeah, I know. But I had to come see you, y/n.“ He moved gracefully, almost like an elegant cat. „Do you really not remember me?“ There was sadness in his eyes, but you had no idea why. He placed the flowers he brought for you on your nightstand and took a seat next to your bed. „I don’t know if I should laugh or cry about the absurdity of this situation. I was your first great love, y/n. Your first everything, actually.“ Heat arose in your chest. Oh shit, he was my first everything? This dude? Damn. „I’m sorry I don’t remember you.“ „Minho“, he said sternly. „I am Minho.“ You nodded soundly. You watched him for a while, wondering why you two didn’t last. Minho read your mind, answering before you could even ask. „Because I fucked up, y/n. I prioritized myself, my work. I took you for granted and stopped putting you first. I..“ His eyes started to water. Was he always emotional like this? Minho cleared his throat before continuing. „I never told you this, but I hated myself for doing that. I hated losing you. I still do.“ Your eyes widened in shock. Did he just confess? „Minho“, you replied frantically. „I know, I know. You don’t remember a single thing.“ He looked into your eyes, not breaking eye contact. „You don’t remember our first kiss behind the bleachers, and you don’t remember all the trips we took to the sea because you love building sandcastles that much. You also don’t remember all the heated nights in which you screamed my name, and you also don’t remember me confessing my love the first time at Han river. I know.“ You felt bad. Your relationship sounded great, and it irked you losing your whole life like that. „It’s selfish of me to say but you losing your memory also means you forgot all the shitty parts of our story, too. That’s actually a relief“, he concluded. Minho got up to leave but you grabbed his hand, pleading him to stay. „I’d like to know.“

„Damn, you lost all your memories? That’s wild.“ You got visited by your mother and cousin - apparently. „Sweetie, did you remember anything at all?“ Her question irked you, making you feel like an even bigger loser. You tried conjuring up memories, you tried sniffing familiar scents, you even tried praying to God but apparently you were on your own on this one. „I don’t get it. How do you lose all your memories?“ „Han“, your mother‘s pressing tone warned him to stop. „No, I mean, where do they even go?“ You hated his guts in this moment, but he made you think, actually think. Where did my memories go? Who am I without them? Am I still me?

„Hey, are you up?“ You got a text from someone you had saved as Dickhead Kim. You chuckled to yourself. I got humor, well done past y/n. „Yeah.“ „I had no intentions on texting you but my friends talked me into it.“ Ah, I’m starting to see why I saved him like that. „What do you want then?“ „Right. Since you have no idea who I am, I should introduce myself first. I am Kim Seungmin, your hated rival at work. You and I don’t get along, we kinda hate each other.“ Blurry images of an office and bitter coffee flashed your mind. „We always compete against each other and I am better than you, obviously.“ You rolled your eyes. The audacity of this dude. „However, since you’re away there is no one for me to compete against so I’d like for you to come back quickly. Get well soon, y/n.“ Weirdly enough, you found that kind of charming. „I’m gonna kick your ass in no time, dickhead Kim. Thanks.“

„You really want me to spill the tea? Should you not rest or something?“ Your nurse had just started his career and his dramatic antics were the highlight of your hospital stay. „Hyunjin, please. Entertain me.“ He closed the door and sat on the bed with you, braiding your hair while sharing the latest gossip. After a while you stopped listening and observed him instead. He was extremely beautiful, an ethereal level of beauty you had never seen before. Right from the beginning you wondered why he was a nurse and not a model. His brown eyes turned into little crescents as he smiled widely, explaining that he wanted to have a positive impact on people’s lives and hence he chose to help others heal as best as he could. You liked that about him. You also liked his many stories of living life to the fullest, an immediate result of him being confronted with death way too often. „… and then he asked to see me again but unfortunately, I’m not into toxic dick, so I was like NEXT. Hey, y/n, are you listening?“ You sensed his offended tone immediately. „Sorry Hyunjin, I just..“ Tears started flowing again and you looked away ashamed. „Hey, don’t hide from me. What was it? Something I said?“ You shook your head. „I don’t want to be like this anymore. I want to remember my life, I want to know who I am. Do I work a job that is as fulfilling as yours? Do I date a lot like you do? Am I into toxic dick? I don’t know who I am anymore and it frightens the shit out of me.“ Hyunjin hugged you, patting your back as you let it all out. „I’m not going to pretend to know what it’s like to be in your shoes now. Your memories may come back, or they may be lost forever. That’s not in your control right now. However...“ He got up and took your hand, ushering you to come out with him. „We can always make new memories, can’t we?“

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43 - ATV

How’d you remember- ArthurTV

Arthur leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee as he scrolled through old photos from school. It was always a nostalgic trip back to the days when life felt simpler, his world revolving around football, schoolwork, and friends. As he scrolled, he spotted a familiar face: Sophie. Her smile leaped off the screen, sparking memories of shared laughs and whispered jokes during class. They had lost touch after school, as she stayed in Jersey, where they’d both grown up. But as fate would have it, she’d recently reached out on Instagram, mentioning that she’d just moved to London.

They’d arranged to meet that weekend. Now, sitting in a cozy café in the heart of Soho, Arthur watched Sophie walk in, her familiar smile brightening the room. Time had only added to her charm, and he felt a pang of nerves, unsure why he was so excited to see her again.

“Arthur!” she exclaimed, giving him a quick hug. “I can’t believe it’s been this long.”

“Tell me about it!” he replied, trying to act casual. “Feels like just yesterday we were stuck in detention for that prank on Mr. Reynolds.”

Sophie laughed. “You were the mastermind, as I recall.”

They spent hours reminiscing, laughing over shared memories and stories they’d nearly forgotten. It felt easy, natural. They sat and talked for so long the time moved from afternoon coffee to dinner time and they agreed to find something to eat. Walking through the crowded London streets, Arthur felt a pull he hadn’t expected. Sophie wasn’t just a memory from his past; she was here, real, and captivating.

They grabbed a spot at a tiny Italian place Arthur knew, tucked away from the bustle. As they dug into plates of pasta, Sophie paused, a curious expression on her face.

“So, do you remember that time we went to that terrible school dance?"

Arthur laughed. “The big green one with the big sequins? I remember it well. You thought you were a movie star.”

Sophie’s eyes widened in surprise, then softened. “How’d you remember?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

Arthur shrugged, feeling his cheeks warm. “I don’t know. Guess some things stick with you. I remember a lot about you."

"Does that mean you think about me a lot then?" She smiled, a quiet, knowing smile that sent his heart racing. They talked about her move, her job at a small publishing house, her hopes of exploring the city now that she was finally free from the quiet comfort of Jersey. Arthur found himself genuinely interested in every word she said, feeling more and more like he was seeing her in a way he hadn’t back in school.

Over the next few weeks, they started spending more time together. Late-night texts turned into impromptu dinner plans, random weekend strolls, and long conversations that spilled into the early hours. It was becoming more than just a rekindled friendship.

One evening, they were on the South Bank, the lights of the London Eye reflecting off the Thames. They’d been talking about anything and everything, the conversation naturally flowing as it always did. Sophie nudged him, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Remember that time I dared you to sing during assembly?”

Arthur groaned, laughing. “Please don’t remind me. I was terrible.”

“You weren’t that bad!” she teased. “But you were so embarrassed after. I felt so guilty.”

Arthur grinned, nudging her back. “But you liked the attention, didn’t you?”

She rolled her eyes, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks. “Maybe a little.”

As they stood there, wrapped in the sounds and lights of the city, Arthur felt a surge of bravery. He reached for her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. She looked at him, surprised but not pulling away. And in that moment, the city buzzing around them, Arthur knew this wasn’t just a memory from his past coming back to life it was the start of something new.

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“Boxes”

| 01.29.23 | 1.2 K | Rated PG |

Jamil Viper X GN!Reader

| Fluff | Sweet | Crushes | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

T.Manor.Notes: This is tooo cute. I swear. @merotwst Good luck Studying!

“Well, I like to say that time flies when you're having fun~”

Najma flips her hair with a sassy grin, laying on her stomach as she holds up her uno cards. You look away from the clock with an eye roll, sitting across from her and very much so winning uno. Her brother merely clicks his tongue, merely passing by the open door. “You never say that.“ It’s a quick comment as he continues carrying the laundry basket, earning an offended and annoyed gasp from his sister, who glares while you laugh.

That’s how most of your afternoons went in middle school, with you and Najma having fun, playing board games, karaoke, anything and everything as best friends would. With, on certain opportunities, Jamil. Who joined the shenanigans, briefly, but he made his presence known.

He was family. Even if distant.

Nonetheless, he was important, important as one could be. You wouldn’t say you were friends, more like close acquaintances, closer than most. Seeing as you texted each other occasionally, giving short life updates, or planning gifts for Najma. You even called sometimes, quick calls that never lasted more than five minutes cause something always seemed to happen, but he always promised to call back.

And you found yourself, with your knees to your chest and phone to your ear, listening. Sometimes you wouldn’t talk and you could hear him mutter equations under his mouth as he did homework, or when you ask if he had forgotten if he was on the phone, he’d respond ‘no’, short but he never did hang up til you were asleep.

You didn’t have feelings for him. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. And all such thoughts were shoved into your own little Pandora’s box. Never to be open. No matter how tempting.

Even if his voice was deeper than you remember, that at times he sent shivers down your spine when he said your name. Or the photos he’d send to the group chat after Najma begged and bargained, photos in which you stared at for the longest time, committing them to memory.

You didn’t like him.

You stiffen a yawn, gripping your backpack loosely as you walk down the familiar path to the Viper house. One that you are very familiar with, to the point you even owned your own key. After Najma begged you to take one, cause you were both practically siblings. Walking up the steps and letting yourself in, kicking off your shoes by the entrance and dropping your bag off to the side, yelling your friend’s name.

She doesn’t answer. You let out a groan, wanting to simply eat a small snack and go before the crowd got too thick, especially after she was hyping up this local festival for weeks. You have expected her to jump on you the moment you stepped through the door. Seeing that, she swore up and down that you had to get there early for the best seats for fireworks.

“Najma already left. I'd assumed you were with her.”

You nearly choke, snapping your head up to the second floor, eyes nearly bulging out of your head at the sight of Jamil Viper, leaning over the banister, looking at you. Your throat goes dry, and you feel the box within shake. He looks different. Not bad different, but different. He has an almost softer look in his eyes and he looks relaxed. You open your mouth and close it, surprised, but before you could reply, your phone goes off. You check it and sure enough, it’s Najma.

Hey! Sorry, I had to leave early! But [Name] meet me there! Also, also Jamil, can you bring me my jacket, I left it! Thx <3

You had the ability to reach through your phone and strangle your friend, you would have. “I literally reminded her before she left.“ He lets out a sigh, pushing away from the wooden banister and shoving his hands into his pockets. He’s quick to grab his sister’s jacket and nudges his head towards the door.

“Let’s go.”

If you could curse the seven for what you’re experiencing, you would. The festival crowd is immense, with bodies pressed close to each other, while Jamil clasps your wrist. Your face burns and it’s hot—the box rattles—you don’t think you’ve ever been this close to him before. Maybe at dinner or during movies, but there’s always space. Either a pillow, or Najma making herself comfortable using both you and her brother for relaxation. His grip is tight so as to not lose you, but not painful. Leading you.

“Hey, let’s find somewhere less crowded.”

You nearly jump at the sound of his voice as he quickly slips into a small alley between two stalls. You both stop to catch your breath, before your eyes land on his hand that still holds you. As if noticing your gaze, he yanks his hand away with a cough, keeping his gaze from you. “She should be somewhere in this direction.”

You walk side by side in awkward silence. Each moment you can feel your shoulders grown tense and your lips pull together, before you let out a dejected sigh. Jamil glances. “This must be awkward for you—Sorry…. I’m sure you’re busy….”

A moment of silence passes, and you open your mouth to say something, before he beats you to it. “I don’t mind. Plans change all the time… And we’re friends, so you don’t have to be sorry.”

You choke at the word, friends. He views you as a friend. Maybe he could view you as—you shake your head. You give an embarrassed smile, “Friends? We’re friends?”

You had stopped walking, and he stands in front of you, turning to you fully.

The world is silent, and the wind is cool against your flesh. Prickling against the exposed skin of your cheeks and lips. The alley is dark, far from the others, far from the noise.

The first firework explodes with a loud bang, and your gaze follows. Bright colors and red and white illuminate the sky. It’s unreal. You feel the locked box within your rest rattle as you move your gaze back to Jamil. He has an odd smile, small, but there. He nudges his head. Beyond the winding alley is Najma and the rest of your friends. Completely and utterly unaware of you, watching the fireworks.

“We’ve always been friends, since forever. Nothing has changed.”

But it has.

A box in which you struggle to keep shut opens, and it fills you. Lights every nerve within your body, till you’re moving on your own. You can’t help but smile.

“Forever is kinda short. Someone I know always says, time flies when you're having fun.”

Jamil snorts, chuckling under his breath. “She never says that.”

Maybe you’ll bask in them. In these growing feelings, even if only for a moment. You bask in the warmth he provides when he’s near, in the attention he gives when you speak. You bask in it till the moment he goes. Until the moment he’s away, then these feelings will fade. They’ll leave and you won’t have to worry about being in love with your best friend’s brother.

Hey. I forgot to mention. I’ll be visiting home a lot more often. So, don’t be surprised when I return home suddenly.

… Or maybe they won’t.

ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

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Hi (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) back with part 3. Part 1!

Get out of my way 🌈

Solomon was nowhere to be found, and you had already searched every place you thought he could be in. You headed to Diavolo's office, maybe you couldn't rely on the brothers (or didn’t want to), but you knew better than to play the hero.

“Terrible idea.” Lucifer impersonator appeared again, he was on your left following your steps. “I thought you might show up.” you replied.

“He isn't in his office, I saw him all lovely-dovey with Sc.” Another copycat appeared on your right side, this time it was a copy of Leviathan. “That's ridiculous and a lie.” You scoffed, amused. “It is a lie, but they do a good match.” Your thoughts wandered far from RAD and stopped at the last party at the castle.

Sc's dress looked incredible in her, red really suits her. She was matching with Diavolo, much to the brothers’ uneasiness. They really fit together, both elegant, intelligent and good looking. The first dance was hers and the last too.

“Ugh!” you hid your face with your hands. “You did remember, didn’t you?” Yes, you cringed a little (maybe more) at the memory.

You were talking with Diavolo and Sc, finally someone who could understand your jokes. Suddenly, a demon that you recognized was part of the RAD Newspaper club appeared “Please, my Lord! Grant us a photo of you with the exchange student! You look radiant together!”

In all honesty, you had acted out of habit. It wasn't completely your fault, he could have specified: The new exchange student! When you took your place next to Diavolo and gave him your best smile... Who could have blamed you?

“Oh no.” you closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to stop the embarrassing memories. “keep going.” The Little D. of pride insisted. “Don't you have mercy?!”

The demon coughed and with a condescending smile added. “I mean the NEW exchange student” You gestured a short "ooh" as you felt your cheeks burn, stepping aside. Diavolo took Sc's hips and gave his best smile to the camera. He didn’t give you sideways glance and you’d to discreetly walk out of the scene.

“Do you want some, Mc?” Little D. No.2 offered you some demonus, you just shook your head with a sour expression, after all, that thing couldn't drown your sorrows.

“Okay, okay, that was a little bit embarrassing, but I won't let you eat my soul because of that!” You were a few steps from Diavolo's office. The Little D. of envy looked genuinely surprised. “Why not?”

“Do I really need to answer that? It's stupid, just a little misunderstanding.” “He prefers her over you, she's way more interesting.” you kept walking, turned a deaf ear to his words.

“That's why she keeps getting invitations to the castle. When was the last time that Diavolo invited you?” You finally stopped in front of Diavolo's door. “I can't remember, maybe three months?”

You hadn't put that much thought in it but it was true, Diavolo used to request your presence almost every week and now he won’t even text you. You swallowed hard, they really had gotten under your skin. “Can't you see? It's just a matter of time before they replace you.” You saw the copy of Lucifer, he was smiling. The anger returned like wild waves. “They wouldn't.”

The door was flung open with a swift and violent movement that you had barely dodged, landing a couple of steps away, hidden behind the door. Diavolo came out of his office, animatedly talking with Barbatos. “I'll see Sc later in the castle, I'm truly amazed by her wit!” he laughed with that particular strident laugh of his.

“Young master, Mc sent me a text. They wanted to talk with you.” “I'm sure it can wait?” Barbatos looked at him with disapproval. “Lord Diavolo, you must attend to your obligations before anything else.”

You froze on the spot. “I am an obligation. Something that bothers him rather than pleases him.” The implication of Barbatos's words hurt you deeply. You hadn't noticed how Diavolo became aware of your presence. The surprise and shame immediately visible on his face. “Mc? Were you looking for me?” His tone was soft and his eyes were apologetic.

“Great, now I'm being pitied.” You didn't need his pity or his help. Whether or not you had a place to come back, it didn’t matter. Being alone is much better than being with someone who sees you as an obligation.

You nodded, your eyes were on the floor. Diavolo frowned, you looked troubled but more than that, you seemed sad. “Is something wrong?” You finally looked at him and an old memory came to your mind.

“You looked gorgeous, Mc. I'm sorry for bothering you, you must be tired of coming here.” You and Diavolo were enjoying a peaceful afternoon, he was as interesting as only the immortal Prince of hell could be. He would answer every single one of your questions, no matter how dumb they were.

You would do the same. Sometimes his questions were hilarious and you ended up laughing so hard it hurt. Compared to him, your life seemed simple and short, but he listened anyway. He always looked so pleased and amazed.

“So I almost ended up in jail…” Diavolo listened to you intently, his eyes were shimmering with delight. “Oh, I remember that one! You had to pretend to be blind, right?” “Yeah! Oh, I’m sorry! It must be boring to hear me repeat myself all over again.”

Diavolo cleared his throat, a small blush gracing his face. “Of course not, Mc. It happens to everyone.” He said, looking at you with piercing eyes. “Having said that, I would love to hear you talk for hours, about anything.” You blushed fiercely and averted his eyes, while your hand reached out for his, conveying more than words ever could.

“Liar.” He’s a demon after all, that or maybe you just ran out of things to tell.

“No. I just wanted to say hello.” There was a bitter taste in your mouth, as the plea for help died on your tongue. “Let's go to my office, we can talk there.” he gestured for you to enter, but you simply shook your head.

“Classes are starting, I should go now.” “Mc, you know you can tell me everything, right? Whatever is troubling you...” “Don't worry, Lord Diavolo. I'm sure you have more important matters to attend to.”

Finally, your attitude made sense in Diavolo's mind. You had listened to his conversation. A big smile spread across his face. “Now, now, Mc, you know you're always welcome at the castle! There is no need to get mad!” He gently took your hands. “Your presence is always appreciated. Will you be there?” You had seen him wear this expression before, particularly when dealing with annoying demons of high status.

You nearly choked with you own saliva. Now he was treating you like some spoiled noble or perhaps like a bothersome kid, using the same fake mannerisms he uses with those petty nobles he always complains about.

You couldn't take it. You weren't like that, right? “Thank you, Lord Diavolo. I'll decline your invitation this time.” You turned around but he didn't budge. “Mc, please, it's my responsibility to look after everyone in the Devildom.” That word again, reminding you that you were now an obligation.

Perhaps that was what led you to utter such bold words. “I thought I wanted to see you, my lord. I was wrong, I don't want to. This invitation is born out of obligation, and that too is something I don't want.”

Both Barbatos and Diavolo were surprised by your words, it took them some time to recover, but before that, you added something else. “I won't bother you anymore, my lord. No need for you to look after me. After all, this is not my world, and you’re not my prince.”

The sound of your shoes echoed in the halls as Diavolo cleared his throat and let out a held breath. “Don't worry, young master. Mc just need time to relax.” But Diavolo couldn't shake the sense of hurt when he recalled your eyes and how cold they were.

Your eyes, so strikingly sincere, did not go unnoticed as they seem to silently accuse him, “Liar”.

Thanks for reading and I'm sorry for any mistakes! ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

Part. 4 ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - Wolff/Sekemoto

Own decisions

Later that evening. After Morgana had brought dinner to the table, Sam sat silently in front of his bowl for a moment. “Do I really have to go to school tomorrow?"/ ”Oh… No, of course you don't if you don't feel ready for it yet. But…maybe it would be nice for you to make a new friend and learn something”. Sam slowly pulled his chair a little closer. “I'll decide in the morning.”

A few minutes after the meal. “I'd like to use your laptop, if you don't mind. Don't worry, I won't access your medical stuff, I just want to check on old contacts"/ ‘was Cy able to answer your questions?’/ ‘mhm, the line is back up 24/7, he's checked everything again for security. we just haven't been contacted about it yet’/ ”Oh, that's wonderful. Yes, all right”.

That evening, Sam wanted a bedtime story. Morgana and her husband actually thought that he would want to sleep without it for the time being. But he seems to be coping with his grief in his own way. He doesn't cry, at least apparently not in the presence of the adults. His attention span didn't last very long, though, and he quickly fell asleep. “Hn, no wonder, that was a really stupid story. Good night…”.

As Morgana was about to go to bed, she noticed that there was a new painting on the easel. And it was completely finished. In a way, it made her a little proud, because Sam had apparently only learned to paint from watching and was therefore able to gather enough inspiration. But on the other hand, it made her a little sad. His family would never admire his later works.

Even though it was already quite late and Thornton's eyes were almost closing, he at least wanted to make a first attempt and see what had happened in his e-mail inbox since the disaster. “Holy shit, over 4000 emails. I can delete some of them, it's just advertising, information… what did I click on back then? Well, o.k., i have some catching up to do“.

Later that night. “What have you been doing all this time?"/ ‘Deleting unnecessary emails and giving an old colleague a sign of life from me, like my cousin Dwayne…’/ ‘You… You have a cousin?’/ ”Hard to believe, but yes. I haven't seen him for ages, I don't know how he got my e-mail address. Anyway, he wanted to know if everything was OK and if we wanted to see each other again sometime…phh“.

“How long ago was the email?"/ ”A few days before everything here was dead. I had so much to do at the time and hadn't checked my emails at all… The last time I saw him was when I was 6 or 7, we never had much to do with each other…"/ ‘And yet you replied to him…’/ ”Well, at least to say hello. He sent me a family photo. His children look like little feral wolves"/ ‘hnhn, maybe they are wolves’/ ‘what nonsense… good night’.

It's the next morning. Morgana was about to check on Sam and was surprised to see that he was already up and standing in front of the closet. “hi, I thought you were still asleep"/ ‘No, I just wanted to get my things out for school…’/ ‘For… You want to go to school?’. He just nodded without looking at her.

“Yes, then… Then get dressed, I'll quickly make something for you to eat” / ‘You don't have to, I know where everything is…’. Without another word, he took his things out of the first drawer and disappeared outside into the bathroom.

After Sam had disappeared from the room with his clothes, Morgana looked out of the window for a moment. Then an important thought caught up with her again. She remembered Leighton's words. “The family chronicle. It's not really my style to rummage around in other people's things, but… I guess it's important.”.

Morgana literally rummaged through the things that belonged to Yumi. She didn't have very many clothes left, as most of them had been lost in the destruction of her house. But the few things she did find were all carefully folded, so it wasn't long before she came across something in the bottom left-hand drawer.

She felt something solid under one of the items of clothing and pulled it out of the drawer. Then it fell out of her hand briefly. “This must be it. I only have one problem… I can't speak Japanese, but I'm sure the Internet will help me.“.

A little later, Morgana went downstairs to the living room with the book. Sam was still eating breakfast. He saw her sit down at the desk and recognized what she was holding. “What do you want to do with it?"/ ‘Oh, I… I wanted to translate a few things for you, if I can manage it’/ ‘You don't have to translate it for me’.

Morgana looked at him a little questioningly. “Don't I have to?”. He shook his head. “When we sometimes couldn't sleep at night, Grandma would read it to me since I was very little. She showed me all the signs and told me what they meant"/ ‘really all of them?’/ ‘mhm…’/ ‘And you've memorized them all?’. He nodded again. “So… do you know what it all says?"/ ‘not everything yet’.

“Hm, I see. “/ “Dad told me to read it”. Morgana almost felt guilty. She looked at the book for a moment and then decided for herself not to proceed any further. “Of course, I didn't want to violate your privacy either. I just thought…"/ ”When I'm ready, I'll read it. And I can read it out loud to you then. But not today… And not tomorrow either.” Morgana switched her laptop off again. “All right. You're the boss, hn”.

Sam brought his keys into the kitchen. ("Unbelievable, I didn't know she taught him Japanese. Of course, it's his mother tongue and it wasn't out of the question that she taught him more. It would probably take me weeks or months to translate everything. Hm…I'm excited”.

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i know everyone tells you this but you do literally carry the xreader fandom on this site…i love you so much… also i would like to request how you think ot6 would be in a ldr? especially with a big time gap, like “good morning” “why are you awake so late” type time gap

Thank you! Hearing my reader say they love me kinda makes me shy lol...but I love you too....

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Summary: Xdinary Heroes in a long distance relationship, with a large time difference.

WC:~1k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Long distance relationships weren’t exactly ideal in the first place, but you and Gunil made it work. Even with the addition of a huge time difference between the two of you. The time difference actually made your relationship a bit comical. For instance, when Gunil received your “How was practice? Did you eat dinner already?” and he responded with “Why are you awake? It’s like 2am for you go to bed!”. The roles can be reversed too. You’ll receive a sweet good morning text from him, “Good morning love 💘” and you respond with “Goodnight love 💞”. You guys still find plenty of time to talk, it’s just on opposite ends of the day for each of you. He’s having breakfast and you’re having dinner over a video call date. Some days the distance and time are rough to handle, but you and Gunil muscle through those days together. You and Gunil share the start and end of your days together. They may be flipped from one another, but you and Gunil make it work.

Jungsu 

Jungsu can watch the sunset and only a few hours later you can watch the sunrise. The end of his day is the start of yours. It’s a bit hard to believe that the two of you are able to make your long distance relationship flourish with such a large time difference between you. It’s completely possible though you and Jungsu found out how to beat the distance and time. The two of you call eachother often.

“Wait, why is it so dark where you are?” Jooyeon asked as he walked by while you and Jungsu were on call. 

“Because it’s nighttime here.” You moved your camera to show the darkness outside. Complete opposite of the daylight they were having. 

“Yeah they need to go to sleep soon.” Jungsu gives you a bit of a stern look. Jungsu was always concerned about you sleeping well. He loves how thoughtful your morning texts to him are, but at the same time he knows that’s really late for you and you should be sleeping. The same can be said for you.

Gaon/Jiseok

Jiseok often jokes that you’re living in the past due to the big difference in time between you guys. He says things like. “I remember the nineteenth like it was yesterday” because it was yesterday for him, but it’s today for you. So you’ll joke that he’s living in the future. Jiseok does’t scold you for not sleeping. He’ll happily receive your good morning text, he does wonder why you’re still awake at such a time though. 

“Good morning ☀️ 😁” you sent him.  “Thank you! Why are you still up?” he responds back. “Work : / ” you replied. “Bad work 😑” he texts back, making you smile. The large time difference somehow doesn’t really affect you or Jiseok, it’s the distance that creates some difficulties. 

“The close-est I can get to cuddling you is holding my phone to my chest” Jiseok pouts. He’ll do just that until he can hold you in person and doesn’t plan on letting you go for a very long time once he does. 

O.de/Seungmin

Sometimes Seungmin looks back at your shared texts and laughs. Specifically the ones where you say “Good morning” and he says “Goodnight” or vice versa. The time difference made your long distance relationship more interesting. You ask him what he’s eating for dinner and he asks you what you're having for breakfast. Your days are basically revered from one another, but that won’t stop the two of you from having a happy relationship. It took some adjusting at first to get used to the big time difference, but now that you have it’s just another thing about your relationship. 

“Why are you calling me? It’s late for you,” You ask Seungmin as he called you in the morning. 

“I wanna talk to you,” he states simply. 

“You should sleep,” you tell him. 

“Then talk to me while I fall asleep,” he bargained. You agreed, talking to Seungmin until his eyes fell and stayed closed. His soft snores coming through over your speakers. 

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Multiple people have asked both you and Hyeongjun what was the point of being in a long distance relationship. Especially when there was such a huge time difference between you two as well. The point was that you and Hyeongjun loved each other. Loved each other so much that you would find how to deal with the distance and the time difference. 

“How was practice? :)” you texted Hyeongjun. “Why are you awake right now? :(“ he responded. You could imagine the pout on his face. “I was binge watching a show next thing I knew it was 3am” “Go to sleep” he tells you. “Ok” you replied. “Goodnight ✨” he sends you. Hyeongjun often worries about your sleep schedule because you often contact him at times when you shouldn’t be awake. Although he can’t say that his sleep schedule is always better than yours. He too will contact you when he should be sleeping, but his desire to talk to you is stronger than his desire to sleep sometimes. 

Jooyeon

Jooyeon manages to find a way to be a menace even with the big time difference between you both. “It’s finally the weekend! Oh no wait it’s Friday for you lol” is a text you received from him a little too much. He will also say things like “My yesterday is your today. What’s it like living in the past?”.  You usually retort with “Yes, and my tomorrow is your today. What’s it like living in the future?”. Jooyeon actually finds the time difference kinda cool. He thinks it makes your relationship more interesting. Not only are you physically so far apart, but you’re also not even always living on the same day. Jooyeon loves to call you when he should be sleeping. Even when you scold him about it. 

“Don’t hang up. I like falling asleep to the sound of your voice. It makes me feel closer to you,” Jooyeon said. You couldn’t really hang up on him after that. It almost becomes routine for you to talk to him while he falls asleep.

[justwritedreams]

Just me and you | Sehun

Idol Sehun x Reader

Word count: 1193 Genre: fluff, kinda angst Author: maari Warnings: reader being jealous yeah that's it Note: it's short but i just love it 😭 Request: can I request a sehun x reader we’re reader is jealous of Sejong and sehun and reader get in a fight over him spending a lot of time with Sejong and he said something mean and ignores reader and she brakes down crying with a happy ending

⫷ Exo Masterlist

Y/N had nothing to be jealous of.

She always repeated this to herself ever since she started dating Sehun.

He was with her, all the time he had free was dedicated to her and even with his busy schedule, he made video calls or sent photos and videos of what he was doing, to try to make up for the fact that he wasn't by her side always.

And that was okay because she understood his job and would never put herself in the position of the possessive and jealous girlfriend, she would never make him cut ties with anyone who was spending more time with him than she was.

Because again, she understood.

But in the last few days when Sehun was filming a new series, moving his entire schedule forward before the new comeback and before he enlisted, the fact that Sejeong was his scene partner again was eating away at her reason from the inside.

Y/N liked her, there was nothing wrong with the girl, she was funny, talented, beautiful. And that was the problem.

Because the more Sehun spent time with his co-worker, the more insecure Y/N became, she compared herself all the time to Sejeong and she felt bad about it.

But she couldn't help it.

Y/N had gone to Sehun's house to take care of Vivi, she always did when he spent more time away from home, and since the pet had had a medical procedure on the paw, using that weird protection in the neck, she didn't think twice going there and taking care of Vivi.

"I will not take too long." he said, walking back into the room and Y/N raised an eyebrow as his scent swept across the room quickly before he did. "It's script reading but it's going to be quick."

"Is that all it will be?" she asked as he walked over to rub Vivi's belly who was lying on Y/N's lap.

Sehun looked at her confused.

"I didn't understand." he kissed Y/N's cheek quickly and she bit her tongue to keep from sounding rude.

She had no reason.

"Last time you said you wouldn't be long, you ended up going to a restaurant." she recalled, trying to lighten her tone.

"I told you I couldn't refuse." he remembered, standing up straight. "The show's producers were there, it would be rude of me."

Y/N looked away, annoyed and decided not to say anything.

But it didn't help much since Sehun saw in her face that there was something wrong.

“What is it?” he asked, putting his wallet in his pants pocket. Y/N shook her head. "Oh come on, love, tell me!"

"Will Sejeong be there?" she didn't want the venom in her tongue to sound in her voice but it was impossible and when she looked at Sehun, he was frowning, scrutinizing her to make sure she was serious.

"Oh no, you're not going to start that." he laughed in disbelief.

"I just want to know." she defended herself. "Because, everywhere you go, she's there. It's on a variety show, she's doing a photoshoot in the same building as you."

"Because literally our agendas are unintentionally bumping into each other." he said in a matter-of-fact tone and she huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Of course, and I'm Santa Claus." she replied ironically and he put his hands on his hips.

"Seriously, you want to fight over my co-worker?" he asked, sounding tired.

"I don't want to fight about her!" she took a deep breath, trying not to raise her voice. "But you spend more time with her than me, it makes me upset." she admitted.

"I don't spend more time with her because I want to but because it's part of my job."

Y/N crossed her arms, annoyed. Mainly because she knew he was right but at the same time she was furious because she couldn't control what she felt.

"Fine, Sehun, as you wish."

She heard him chuckle once more and glared at him, he was angry and hurt.

"You knew all this when you started dating me, if you can't control your jealousy then you shouldn't be with me." he spoke firmly, she stared at him a little surprised. "Don't try to be the controlling girlfriend with me because you know it won't work out."

Y/N felt her heart sink, he was serious. She didn't want him to misunderstand but the intonation in her voice sure made him understand what she didn't want.

"Sehu, I-" she tried to get up from the couch but he turned and stormed out of the house. "Sehun!" she called but the door had already been slammed, leaving only the trail of his perfume.

She felt the tears come and she collapsed on the couch anyway, feeling like an idiot.

Vivi laid it head in Y/N's lap as if to comfort her and she actually cried, stroking the pet's fur.

"I’m a fool." she told Vivi.

She was afraid that Sehun didn't want her anymore, and a good part of her was saying that he wouldn't be wrong.

Y/N stayed the whole time with Vivi, crying and wiping away her tears as if somehow making her forget the tightness in her heart.

She didn't even notice the time running.

When she heard the door open, she saw the time on the phone and when she realized that Sehun had arrived exactly at the time he said, she felt bad.

She figured he would come back much later on purpose, she knew the boyfriend and when he was mad all he did was be alone.

That's why she got up from the couch, with a headache from crying so much, and grabbed her bag without saying anything even though she felt Sehun's eyes on her.

With her head down, she prepared to leave but Sehun stopped her when she passed beside him, holding her lightly by the arm.

Y/N took a deep breath before looking up at him.

Neither of them said anything for a while, they just stared at each other trying to find the right words.

"I'm sorry." he said and she swallowed, not wanting to cry again.

"You're right, I don't have the right to control your life." she shrugged, looking away.

"No, I was wrong. It's unfair that I don't spend more time with you."

Y/N smiled sadly.

"It's your job, Sehun."

He took the opportunity to touch her chin, making her look at him again.

"And it's my obligation as a boyfriend to make time for you."

Sehun caressed Y/N's swollen face with a furrowed brow, he was analyzing her because he knew she had been crying.

And then he hugged her tightly, enveloping her whole body as if he would make her disappear in that embrace.

Y/N felt welcomed, loved, it was enough to sniff against his chest.

"No matter what they've scheduled for me, next month we're going on a trip." Sehun kissed the top of her head, and she smiled widely. "Just me and you."

Y/N liked this plan much better.

[silver-hwaberry]

SIXTEEN: baking and comfort

Warnings: swearing, oral (f receiving), fingering, slightly rough sex, protected sex Word Count: 8.1k (taglist is now at the bottom) Summary: While the others are away visiting their families, Luna is feeling their absence deeply. Mingi is there to distract her from missing them, until she finally reunites with her parents and sisters. The reunion is a mixture of emotions, and when Luna comes home afterwards, there is a special surprise waiting for her.

Mingi's voice echoes down the hallway, "What is that scent? It smells delicious!" I hear him say. I place the tray on the counter top and close the oven door as he walks into the kitchen.

"It's scones," I reply, taking off my oven mitt and placing it neatly beside me. "I've made them mostly for my sisters but I've made extra for here too in case any of you want one."

"You made cupcakes and an apple pie yesterday, plus a chicken dinner! This morning was pancakes at breakfast, and now you're making scones? You are making sure we are very well fed!" He grins at me.

The previous morning, I had been struck with a sudden burst of baking inspiration, so I made my way to the grocery store. There, I decided to make myself a roast chicken dinner, complete with a side of buttery mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables - the ultimate comfort meal that my mom would make for me whenever I was feeling down. Although I wasn't particularly low yesterday, I was missing Yunho, Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Wooyoung and San; this gave me all the more reason to make this comforting meal.

The guys had all been in contest contact with me through texts. San would call me every night to tell me about his day, what he did with his family, things he did with his cat Byeol. They all also sent me lots of photos and messages throughout the day. Despite how nice it was still being able to talk with them, there's no denying that I missed their physical presence around me.

I felt a small pang of guilt for missing them when I was enjoying the company of Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho so much. We were all having a blast. Yesterday morning, Jongho tried to teach me how to break open an apple with just my hands. After using up an entire bag of apples, I finally managed to split off a tiny piece from the last apple and he cheered like I had accomplished something grand. Surprisingly, I did feel somewhat proud of myself. All of the apples used during the apple breaking process were not wasted at all as I made an apple pie with them!

In the afternoon, Mingi was working on a new song, letting me sit in his bedroom with him as he composed it. I simply watched him with a smile on my face until he asked me to sit on his lap and showed me how to put together a track.

Watching Yeosang, Mingi and Jongho eating the roast chicken dinner so enthusiastically and genuinely enjoying it brought so much joy to my heart and a bubble of excitement in my stomach too. Afterwards we had another movie night and it was nice having time with the 3 of them.

“I just like cooking for you all!” I laugh. “I can stop if you wish me to.”

“Hey! I am not complaining. I love your cooking, princess!” Mingi says, leaning down to kiss me. “I just need to add extra reps during my workouts now every time you cook for us as your portions are massive!” He laughs.

"My apologies, that's from my grandma! She believes in cooking huge portions of food, and it's something that I've inherited from her." I giggle, "You know my opinion regarding you all dieting and all that stuff but I can serve smaller portions if you'd like?"

“Don’t! Not for me anyway!” He kisses me again. “And yes, very aware of your opinions on diets given your long rant last night when Yeosang simply said steamed vegetables are healthier than roasted!” He laughs wickedly.

I cringe and groan as I remember it. Poor Yeosang made an innocent comment, and I launched into how roasted vegetables are tastier and, if cooked correctly (with less oil!) can be just as healthy as steamed. When I finally stopped, his eyes were wide, and he looked so stunned.

“I am so sorry for that! I have a tendency to get rather opinionated with food! Again, that’s my grandma’s influence!” I reply, covering my face as his body moves around to stand behind me.

“I like you aren’t afraid to say how you feel or what you think. It’s very refreshing when we are surrounded by people who tell us what they think we want to hear,” he says, wrapping his arms around me as I move the scones to the cooling rack. “So never ever apologise for it and keep being yourself too!” I feel his face bury into my neck.

I know my opinions can annoy people and the fact I am outspoken too can be off-putting to a lot of people but Mingis words make me feel warm inside.

We move into the lounge and settle down on the sofa, with Mingi cuddling in close to me. I can't help but smile as I realise how comfortable he is with being around me. It's something I never even expected from him when we first met. His tall stature and dark eyes were a bit intimidating on our first meeting.

“Did your family arrive safely last night?” he asks

“Yeah, they did." I answer

"How was their flight from London?"

"Long! My mom text when they arrived at their rental apartment. She said the twins were already asleep while my dad was snoring on the sofa.” I chuckle and place my arms over the top of his. “The girls messaged this morning telling me all about the view from their apartment.”

“Is their apartment far from here?” He asks

“It is actually just 2 blocks away! Soojin said they can see Han River from the lounge window, so I think their apartment faces the same direction ours does.” I smile. “I can’t wait to see them later on. They'll be so big from the last time I saw them 8 months ago!”

Mingi pulls me closer to his chest. "I am sure you are going to have so much fun with them. Maybe one day you and I should take them out. Show them the fun places in Seoul." he says

"I was planning to take them to Lotte World. We should take them there. If you don't mind crazy hyper twins that is!" I smile at him wanting to do something with them.

"I've lived with San and Wooyoung for years, even during trainee period, I am sure Soojin and Hyejin will be a breeze compared to them!" he laughs, his voice has a hint of excitement.

As we cuddle together on the couch, I can’t help but think of the others and how much I miss them. A dull ache hits my chest at how much, more than I had ever expected to. A pang of guilt then follows for thinking of them while still being in Mingi’s embrace.

“Are you alright?” He asks me, his lips resting on the crown of my head.

"I'm fine," I reply, nodding slightly.

"You seemed to zone out a bit there for a moment," he remarks softly. "You were pretty quiet last night after dinner too."

"We were watching a movie with Yeosang and Jongho; it wouldn't have made much sense to talk," I joke in response.

"I know that," he replies with a chuckle, "but something seemed to be bothering you—you went upstairs right after to play with your friends on Sans' computer and then I saw you asleep in his bed in the middle of the night." His tone softens.

He is correct. I ended up sleeping in Sans bed last night when our game was finished. As I had sat in the silence of Sans bedroom once I had turned off the PC, I began to miss him. I only intended to lie on his bed for a few minutes, to soak in his scent before I went back to my room but the comfort of his belongings surrounding me made me feel a bit more emotional.

In an attempt to hold back the tears that wanted to escape I closed my eyes as tight as I could and hugged his pillow. The next thing I knew my phone alarm was going off on Sans desk and it was the next morning. I didn't realise Mingi had seen me in there but it explains the blanket over me that hadn't been there before when I woke up this morning.

"I wasn't snooping, I just saw the light on while I was going to the toilet and went in to turn it off and saw you asleep." he swiftly clarifies.

"I am missing the others." I admit, there is no point in trying to hide it. Mingi can easily pick up on peoples emotions.

"I thought as much." he sighs softly. "Come here." He pulls me onto his lap; I lay my head into his chest and try to control the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Sorry." I whisper, shedding a few that manage to break free. "I shouldn't be missing them when I have this time with you, Yeosang and Jongho!"

"Don't be sorry." He whispers back, tightening his grip around me; it feels like he will never let me go. "It's perfectly normal to miss them." His thumb brushes away the tears from my cheeks. "I know they are missing you as well." This causes me to lift my head from his chest and look up at him, meeting his eye to see if he is being truthful with me.

"Really?" I ask, surprised

"Of course they are!" The way he looks at me, so sweetly makes my heart flutter and warmth spreads through my body as he brings his lips down on mine.

The kiss starts off softly, his lips moving against mine with tenderness as his hands caress my back. I can't help but melt into him as the kiss turns heated and we stay locked in it for what feels like an eternity. He eventually pulls away, leaving us both breathless.

"I'm glad you are here with me." I whispers against his lips before kissing him once more.

Mingi deepens the kiss, his hands sliding down to grip my waist. I sigh into his mouth, heat pooling low in my belly.

We break apart, breathless. Mingi's eyes have darkened with desire and I feel an answering ache between my legs.

"Yeosang just went downstairs to the gym and Jongho's with his family today," I say softly, my lips brush against his. "I have 2 hours before I need to leave and the apartment's empty. Should we continue this somewhere more private?"

Mingi's lips curve in a slow, sensual smile. "Private? If we have the entire apartment to ourselves why not do it right here?"

I joke, my voice light and teasing, "We could do that, but wouldn't it be more comfortable in my bed?" I flash a mischievous grin and slide my hand down his body, feeling the hardness of his arousal. "You can be as rough as you want with me in there too." I squeeze him through his shorts.

"You make a good argument," he replies with a groan, embracing me as he stands up. I giggle with excitement, looping my arms around his neck, my legs hooking around his waist. As soon as we get into my room, he slams the door shut behind us with his foot. "One day we are going to fuck on that sofa!" He laughs.

"100%!" I reply in agreement.

He lowers me onto the bed and joins me, pinning me underneath him with his body. We kiss passionately while I run my fingers through his hair, over his broad shoulders and down his back. Mingi sits back on his heels and strips off his shirt in one smooth motion, revealing the definition of his torso. I can't help but let out a soft moan at the sight of him, and I feel an overwhelming wave of desire consume me.

He looks at me with a smug smirk and asks, "Do you like what you see, princess?"

"Of course!" I laugh back.

He helps me out of my clothes and his own with eager and quick hands until we are both naked. Mingi lowers himself back down onto me, his lips travelling hungrily over my body. He kisses me passionately, his hands caressing every inch of my body until I am writhing beneath him. His mouth moves lower, kissing and gently sucking on my skin. His tongue pays particular attention to my nipples before moving lower still. I can feel his hot breath on my core, my legs shake in anticipation of his next move.

"Mingi..." I moan, my voice trembling as I look down at him.

"Does my princess want me to eat her out?" he says, his voice low and seductive as his eyes darken with desire. Unable to find words, I simply nod in response. He places one of his hands over my lower abdomen, gently pressing down to keep me still as his other hand cups my wetness. His lips move up my inner thighs, lightly brushing against them with every kiss until they finally reach my core. His fingers slip inside me as his tongue circles my clit, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. His mouth moves with precision, alternating between teasing licks and hard sucks as the sensations threaten to overwhelm me. With a final gasp of pleasure, I collapse onto the mattress.

He finally stops and looks up at me, grinning, as I come hard against his mouth and fingers. He pulls away slowly, licking his lips before giving me a lingering kiss that leaves me breathless. I look into his eyes and see a satisfied look that only comes from knowing he pleased me to the fullest.

Mingi picks up a condom from my bedside table and slips it on, then moves over me with his forearms serving as support. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him towards me as he enters me. We both moan in pleasure at the feeling of being together. His forehead pressed firmly against mine.

"Ahh! You feel amazing!" he grunts out between breaths. "You're so perfect for me."

He moves in a steady rhythm, angle his hips to precisely target that secret spot inside me that he knows so well from our night together. Each thrust inside of me sparks a thrill up my spine, intensifying until I can hardly bear it. I cling onto his back, panting out his name as his thrusts become faster and more intense, his breathing heavy as he nears his climax. I can feel him trembling above me, the tension in his body building until it is almost unbearable. I wrap my arms around him, clinging onto him as we both soar towards our peaks. One of his hands moves to my hips, his fingers dig into me as he firmly holds my body down onto the mattress.

The heat within me suddenly breaking apart in a wave of blissful release as I cry out loudly, my nails digging into his skin. Riding the wave of my release, Mingi continues his brutal pace, growing frantic as he buries his face into the crook of my neck and cries out with a deep guttural rumble. The intensity of his orgasm causes him to shake violently.

We lie there, completely exhausted and still entwined together, saying nothing but communicating though our eye contact in the comfortable silence that envelops us. A satisfied smile crosses my face while I bask in the post-orgasmic joy and Mingi's presence, his hand softly caressing my cheek. Sweet kisses and smiles being exchanged as we come down from our highs.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

I walk into the lounge from my bedroom and see Yeosang sitting on the sofa causing my heart to flutter. After Mingi and I had our fun earlier, we went for a shower. As I was getting ready to the lunch he left to go to gym. Yeosang must have came back earlier and is now playing a game on the ps5 but puts it on pause when he sees me come in. He places the controller on the coffee table as I walk over to him.

"You look beautiful!" he smiles at me as he stands up, his hand reaches out for mine and he laces our fingers together. He places a soft kiss against my lips and another on my forehead.

I chose to wear a knee length, beige dress for lunch with my family and threw on an oversized white cardigan as well. My hair is in loose curls and I have braided my long bangs, securing them with a clip against the side of my head so they are out of my face. To complete the look, I kept my makeup simple.

"Thank you." I say lowering my head as I can feel the blush flush over my cheeks.

His fingers tilt my chin up to look at him. "I love when you wear your glasses." I chose to forego my contact lenses and stick with my eye glasses. It isn't something I normally do when I go out. The only time I wear my glasses outside is when I go for my morning run or at the store. "I love the way your glasses look on you! They bring out your eyes and make you look even more beautiful." I feel myself blush even more. I'm not quite sure how to respond to it.

"Come here, angel." he pulls me into his arms. I instantly feel the warmth of his body and melt into him. “Mingi and I are going for a meal with Myeonjin then to see a movie so we won't be here when you get home."

"That sounds like fun!" I say, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I inhale his scent, he is fresh out the shower and smells like a mixture of coconuts and vanilla.

"Jongho should be home by 10pm. Do you think you will be okay here by yourself for a while?" His hands rubbing soft circles on my back

"Please, I lived alone in a tiny studio apartment for two years! A few hours by myself won't faze me!" I smile at his concern. He leans down, our lips meeting in a gentle sweet kiss. His lips are soft and warm, caressing mine with each movement. His hands cup my face as he deepens the kiss, exploring every corner of my mouth. I feel my body heat up with pleasure as his tongue slides against mine in a perfect dance that makes me forget what we were talking about.

When we finally break apart, I'm breathless and my heart is pounding in my chest. We stand there for a few moments, just looking into each other's eyes like nothing else matters in this world but us. "I better go now. My dad will send out a search party for me if I am even a second late! Be calling the army and demanding air support to find me." I finally say, chuckling lightly

"Is he overprotective?" he asks as he takes my hand and leads me to the door.

"Incredibly! I used to think my mom was unbearably protective of me but then my dad retired from active duty and moved to the training and admin side of the military, he became really overprotective. He was home a lot more, my mom was pregnant, having a hard time with it and then twins were born prematurely. He was protective over all 4 of us but more so me because I was becoming more independent." I say. Yeosang guides me to sit on the bench in the alcove at the door and helps me to put my shoes on, like he always does. "I started rebelling a bit around that age too, acting out."

"I can't imagine you being a rebellious teenager!" he chuckles "You look too innocent for that stuff!"

"Oh I was!" I laugh loudly "Don't underestimate my innocent face! Something happened at that age and I changed dramatically. I stayed out past my curfew, started hanging around with the wrong people, got into trouble, did things I shouldn't have been doing."

"Was it something bad?" he asks, looking into my eyes with concern

"At the time I thought it was, but after rebelling for a couple of months, I started to calm down and I realised it wasn't. It was a big thing but deep down, nothing really changed. However that is a story for another day." I smile lightly at him

"Your father loves you, and you are his first born daughter, it's only natural that he worries. I'll drive you to your parents apartment, make sure you get there safely." he offers

"It is only a 5 minute walk!" I say as he stands up holding out his hand for me to join him, his eyes looking into mine

"Then let me walk you there," he says softly, tenderly cupping my cheek. "I want to spend as much time with you before you have lunch with your family."

"Shouldn't you be accompanied by one of the managers?" I ask, scared about him getting into trouble because of me.

"I won't be gone long," he replies, grabbing a mask and hat from one of the cabinets beside the shoe rack. "Don't worry, angel."

He draws me into an embrace and kisses my forehead before his lips move slowly down to my cheek. He lingers there for a moment before they finally reach mine, holding onto my waist while we kiss. I'm entirely lost in this serene moment between us - all of life's woes seem so distant now.

Finally, he pulls away and gives me a twinkling smile. "Let's go," he murmurs, lightly brushing his lips against mine one last time before donning his mask and hat.

Yeosang and I step outside, the warm sun bathing our faces. He looks at me before taking my hand, and we stroll together down the sidewalk. It is a typical sunny August afternoon, not too hot, just a perfect temperature.

We walk in a happy silence as we cut through the park near our apartment. Suddenly, I tug him over to a plant and exclaim, "Look! A mugunghwa flower! Isn't it beautiful?"

"It is!" He nods with a muffled voice, veiled by his face covering. His eyes twinkle with joy and with his little eye creases I can see that he is smiling. He releases my hand to pluck one of the pink flowers from the branch. Then he carefully weaves its stem into my braid. "I'm sorry for taking a flower," he says, "but I thought it would look even more beautiful in your hair." His warm brown eyes glimmer in the sunlight. "Lets keep going before the search helicopter appears." he adds, I find myself laughing at his comment as he takes my hand again and we carry on walking.

We reach my parents apartment building I turn to face him. "I'll see you in the morning." he says his hands running up my arms

"Want me to make pancakes again? I'll put in an extra scoop of protein powder just for you." I smile

"I'd never turn down your amazing pancakes, even if they didn't have any protein powder in them!" he laughs. He pulls down his face mask enough to expose his lips before leaning in and kissing me tenderly.

"Yeo!!" I exclaim, "Someone could see us!"

"No one can see us from here." he smiles mischievously, replacing the mask over his mouth and nose.

"Still, that was a massive risk!" I say, "I don't want to get you into any trouble."

"You won't, so stop worrying about that!" We hear a car approach and stand back from one another. It was just as well we did as the car comes into view I see it is my uncles. Inside is my Aunt Soomin, Seojun and my other cousin Dongjae.

"That is my Uncle Jihoon." I say as he parks metres from us

"Oh." Yeosang says and I can see his eyes grow a bit wider as he looks over at the car and back at me. "I should go now that your family are here."

"Younhaaaa!" Seojun shouts jubilantly as he gets out of the car, his usual cheeky grin on his face.

"Jun, sshh!" I scold him as he reaches us

"Oh sorry, I didn't see you." he says to Yeosang who honestly looks like a deer caught in the headlights

"I was just making sure Luna got here safely." Yeosang replies, I can see how uneasy he is looking and I am fighting an internal battle not to reach out to him. Give him the reassurance he needs.

"That is very sweet of you." my Aunt Soomin smiles joining us

"Are you going to introduce us?" Jihoon asks me

"Sorry, this is Yeosang, Yeosang this is my Uncle Jihoon, Aunt Soomin, Seojun and Dongjae." I say quietly in case someone is nearby

"Wow, he's a lot shorter than I thought he'd be." Dongjae blurts out. "They look so tall on TV."

"Dongjae!" Soomin scolds, "I apologise for my youngest sons rudeness." she adds to Yeosang

"That boy doesn't have a filter!" Jihoon adds with a chuckle. "It is nice to meet you."

"That is ok. It was lovely to meet you all. I better go." He bows to them before quickly leaving and I watch as he disappears around the corner without a second glance and I feel bad for him being accosted by my family like this.

"He seems a lovely young man." Soomin comments as she hugs me "Are they all taking care of you?"

"They are." I nod

"Lets get upstairs before your dad sends out a search party for you." Jihoon laughs. Even he knows how my dad is and it makes me chuckle. He puts the code into the building entrance and holds the door open for us to enter.

When we reach the apartment door, I can already hear the twins inside making noise. My mom is trying to calm them down. I feel a burst of excitement at seeing them again, and especially my mom. Before we even knock on the door, it swings open and my mom throws her arms around me.

"Whoa Aunt Eunbi, how did you know we were here?" Seojun chuckles.

"I knew my baby was here." she says while squeezing me tight, "You've gotten taller!"

"Mom, I haven't grown in years!" I laugh.

"Maybe it's just that my big sister has gotten shorter since the last time she was here!" Jihoon jokes, tapping her head. "You do look like you have!"

"Oh stop it!" She lets go of me and embraces him. "Everyone looks short next to you!"

It's true: at 186cms, everyone else seems quite short - except for Seojun who is the same height, and Dongjae who is almost the same height with some more growing still to do.

"What's with this talk about short people?" my dad cheerfully inquires from behind us all. At 189cm, he's yet another tall person. Most people think that my father and Jihoon are brothers due to their respective heights - but it's really my mom who is related to him, being three years his senior. "Luna!" He adds as he enfolds me in a hug "I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you too dad." I relax into his embrace.

After exchanging hugs with everyone, we move into the apartment and witness Soojin and Hyejin squabbling over an iPad on the floor.

"Girls, what have I told you about fighting like that over stuff when you each have one!" Mom lightly rebukes them.

"But mummy it's mine! Hyejin is trying to take it because her own is out of battery!" Soojin whines. Her British accent very prominent.

"Hyejin, this is your sister's device; if yours has run out of power then go charge it but don't take away your sister's without her permission," Dad steps in.

"You've always said to share though, Soojin isn't sharing!" she retorts, yanking it out of Soojin's hands. This causes Soojin to tug back at it and hit Hyejins hands to make her let go.

I stand by and laugh quietly at the scene unfolding before me. Hyejin starts screaming loudly at Soojin, even going so far as to grab at her long hair and pull on it. Quickly Dad snatches the iPad from their grasp.

"That's enough! Nobody gets the iPad now," he says firmly and they both groan in protest.

Dongjae quietly says in Korean, "Gosh, they're noisy!"

"You were the same when you were growing up with your brother!" Soomin chuckles to him

"Luna's here." my mom says

Instantly, their voices change from moaning to an excited shriek, as they finally notice me in the room and rush towards me. I kneel down to embrace them both as they throw themselves at me, toppling me onto my butt as I can only laugh and try to hold onto both of them. They have definitely gotten a lot bigger since I saw them last.

"Did you get my message this morning?" asks Soojin

"I did! And your photos too. They were really good!" I answer

"Who is ready for some food?" my dad asks cheerfully

"Me!" they both shout putting their hands up.

"I'm sure Luna is too!" Seojun says poking my stomach as I bat his hand away laughing. "Your sister is ALWAYS hungry!" he whispers dramatically to the twins

"Says the man who ordered 4 servings of pork belly at the karaoke a few weeks ago and ate it to himself!" I laugh. "Didn't even ask Dasom and I if we wanted any!"

"Oh what a gentleman I have raised!" Aunt Soomin says making us all laugh

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When we arrive at the restaurant, we are taken to our reserved table. It doesn't take long before Soojin and Hyejin start bickering over who gets to sit beside me, so I suggest sitting in between them, which calms them down. Seconds after I sit down, my mom instructs the waitress that I have a serious seafood allergy, demanding that nothing on the table contain anything fish-based.

I almost say that it will be okay, as it was my decision to come here precisely because I knew it was safe. However I understand that my mother has always done this and will continue to do so regardless of what I say so I keep my mouth shut.

With each dish that arrives at the table, my mother repeats to the staff and it gets harder to stay quiet. I want to say something multiple times, but my father's understanding gaze kept me quiet. He knows how much I hate this but also knows, like we all do, that there is no point in trying to stop her.

"What are your plans for your trip?" Soomin inquires.

"We'll be here for two weeks before heading down to Jeju Island for a couple of days, then a week in Tokyo, and another week back here," Dad replies

"We will have a sleepover with Luna too!" Hyejin cheers

"I don't think so, honey," Mom says softly

"But we always have a sleepover when we visit!!" Soojin adds in disappointment, her eyes growing big

"'I'm sorry sweetie," I say sadly. Since I moved in with the other guys, it isn't feasible this time around. We'd usually wear our pyjamas and watch movies while eating snacks all night long. “I don’t live alone anymore.”

“But we will be quiet and behaviour ourselves.” Hyejin says on the other side of me. “We promise, don’t we Soojin? We won’t fight!” I see Soojin nod frantically

“Why don’t you have a sleepover at our apartment instead?” My dad suggests, “Mommy and I can have a night out and the three of you can do your little movie and snack night.”

“That’s not as fun!”Soojin pouts

"We will arrange something for a night just the 3 of us ok." I say putting an arm around her. Her little pout doesn't completely leave but it does seem to appease her a little.

The rest of the lunch goes by on a happier tone. Afterwards Jihoon, Soomin, Seojun and Dongjae go their separate ways while we go back to my parents apartment. My mom telling me she has some things for me. As we enter the apartment Soojin and Hyejin take me to their bedrooms to show me some of their toys. We spend the next 30 minutes playing and having fun until my mom comes in to get me. This causes both of them to whine before my mom says Hyejins iPad is charged. Instantly they both stop and run to get their respective devices.

"Dinner tomorrow night, what would Seonghwa like to eat?" she asks me as we go into the lounge. My dad is sitting on the sofa, his feet resting on the coffee table in front watching a football match on the TV. I notice there is a folded blanket underneath them, no doubt put there by mom so as not to scuff the table with his socks.

"Seonghwa will eat anything," I reply. "He's the least picky eater I've ever known. So whatever you feel like cooking will be fine."

"Do you think he'd be ok with a western meal? It's been so long since I attempted any Korean cuisine - I wouldn't want to do it now and end up messing it up! That would be mortifying!" She chuckles softly.

"I cook a lot of western style meals for the guys and they've never had any issues with them. Maybe make some ramen and rice as side dishes though. I have noticed they all, especially Seonghwa appreciate that!" I smile

"You cook for them?" My dad asks sounding surprised

"Well yeah." I shrug nonchalantly as I sit beside him. "They work long hours, can't really cook a proper meal by the time they get home. I am usually home hours before they are so it makes sense for me to do it. They never let me do the dishes though. Yunho and San usually tell me to go sit down."

I don't say a word that if I don't leave, Wooyoung will swoop in and carry me out of the kitchen. I secretly like when he does that, so I often stay put for that very purpose.

He beams widely, excitedly saying "I already like them! How is it going living with them?"

"I like it. It is nice being around people again and being able to look after people too."

"I am glad to hear that." he smiles. "I was a little worried at first when your mom told me you were living with them. I didn't like it."

"And Seonghwa?" I ask nervously

"Hmm, I wasn't too pleased about that at first!" he says lowering his eyebrows. I feel my stomach drop a little. "However, from what your mom said about him after she spoke to him that night and what I've seen in videos online, he does seem nice."

"He really is dad." I say smiling

"I'll still be giving him the dad experience but not the full one though." he laughs

"Just don't scare him away." I giggle "I really do like them... him!" Thankfully my mom comes back into the lounge with lots of bags and my dad doesn't pick up on my Freudian slip.

At the same time on the TV the opposite team has just scored a goal, much to his disappointment causing him to curse. My mom playfully rolls her eyes at him before coming over to us.

"I have your usual things from London - teabags, biscuits, your favourite chocolate bars!" she says excitedly.

"Ohhhh thank you mom" I say giving her a hug.

"And I got the guys some snacks too! I hope they'll enjoy them. I didn't know what they'd like so I got a bit of everything I could think of."

"She isn't even exaggerating! An entire suitcase purely for these snacks and your things! The excess fees at the airport was eye watering!" My dad chuckles at my mom's excitement before standing up and stretching. "I'll drive you home, it would take you 5 hours to get home with all these bags."

"You are probably right." I giggle. "Thanks dad!"

"I'll see you and Seonghwa tomorrow night." my mom smiles hugging me

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When I get to the entrance, I put down my belongings and key in the code. The door chirps and I open it with my foot as I grab the bags again. After taking off my shoes and pushing them to the designated area, a wave of familiarity washes over me as I take in the familiar scent of the apartment. A small smile comes to my face as I start to feel like this is my home now too.

I walk into the hallway, my eyes immediately gaze upon a bag lying at the bottom of the stairs. I furrow my brow, trying to remember if it was there when I left for lunch with my family.

Suddenly, my gaze shifts as I see a movement out ofthe corner of my eye, and I catch sight of Yunho sitting on the sofa. My heart skips a beat as I rush over to him, my bags dropping onto the floor. The bags full of snacks and goodies forgotten about the second I lay eyes on him.

“Yunho!” I exclaim, practically leaping into his arms.

He rises from the seat, grinning broadly as he wraps me in a strong hug. His body radiates with heat as I cling to him tightly. He stands rock-steady despite my body slamming into his. He holds me securely as my arms wrap around his neck. Without hesitation I press my lips against his, unable to hold back. He kisses me back.

As he sets me down, I step back keeping a hold on his hands in mine as I take a good look at him. He’s wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but to me, he looks like a vision. Too scared to blink in case he disappears and is not really here with me right now. I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, still in shock.

“I live here,” he chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

I playfully roll my eyes and laugh. “I know that. I thought you were coming home tomorrow!”

“I was always coming home today,” he replies. “I wanted to surprise you though, so I told you it was Thursday.”

A bubble of joy rises in me as I chuckle. “You definitely did a great job of surprising me.”

“I really, really missed you,” he says, his eyes softening.

“I missed you too,” I reply, my heart swelling with emotion. I lean in for another hug, burying my face in his chest. I can feel the tears of joy prickling at the corners of my eyes.

My tears flow freely as I try to stifle a weep, but he sees through my weak facade. “Hey, don’t cry,” he whispers gently. I can’t hide my emotions, and he knows it. With his arms tightly wrapped around my waist, he pulls me closer, sitting back on the sofa and I sit in his lap, feeling safe and secure.

“I’m sorry,” I manage to say through my sniffles. “I didn’t realise I would miss you this much.”

To my surprise, he admits, “Honestly, I felt the same way. I spent most of my time moping around the house. Even my mom noticed my sadness and asked if I was missing someone back home.” He smiles, “Don’t tell Hongjoong, but I told her about you.” He adds in a mischievous tone.

I pull away slightly to look at his face. “You did?” I ask in disbelief.

“Not everything about the others, but I told her that I have someone back home who makes me smile every day, makes me incredibly happy, looks after me, and cooks for me.” He wipes the tears from my cheeks with his hand gently. "And who I care for deeply."

Feeling nervous, I ask, “And what did she say?”

“She’s happy that I have someone, especially someone who takes care of me and makes sure I eat properly! I know we’re not supposed to tell anyone about our relationship with you, but my mom was pretty persistent!” He grins at me, his hands resting on my thighs. “She asked to see a photo of you, so I showed her. I hope that’s okay with you."

A wave of relief washes over me, and I laugh. “Of course, I don’t mind! As long as it was a good one!” 

“All the photos I have of you are good ones!” He chuckles and kisses my cheek. “It was from when we went out at 1 a.m. for snacks and ended up walking down to the river.”

As he takes out his phone and scrolls through it, I remember that night. We had so much fun, and he took a lot of pictures. When he shows me the photo, I can’t help but smile.

The photo on his phone glimmered in the low light of the room, casting warm hues across our faces. I actually really love that photo of us so I am glad he showed his mom that one as he has many unflattering photos of me already in his camera roll! His smile is soft, but genuine as he places the side of his head against mine, both of us staring at the image on his screen. 

“She says you are absolutely beautiful!” he whispers, his lips tickling my ear. A warmth spreads across my cheeks, and I hide my face in the crook of his neck for a moment before looking up again.

“You can’t even see my face properly!” I giggle, my fingers playing with the back of his hair.

“I showed her some other photos too. She likes you though,” he says planting a kiss on my cheek “She says you have warm eyes, that you look kind and caring.” He pulls back to meet my gaze, worry sharpening it. “Please don’t tell Hongjoong though. He will be angry at me.”

“I won’t tell him,” I promise softly.

He stares into my eyes as his hand touches my cheek and moves down to my chin. He gently pulls my face closer to his and kisses me. I feel more tears begin to gather in my closed eyes. I pull my body closer to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulder to hold onto him tighter. 

“It is all okay,” he whispers as we cling to each other, foreheads pressed together. “4 days apart was too many. I don’t want us apart for that length of time ever again.” His voice trembles with emotion, and I know he means it. We just hold one another, lost in the embrace of each other’s arms.

As much as I wish that we would never have to be apart, I knew that it was inevitable. We would have to be separated when they go home during their rare breaks from schedules, but I was grateful that we had moments like these to cherish. However, the thought of not seeing them anymore when it all ends was too much to bear, and tears threatened to spill over again.“Come to my bedroom, I have a present or two for you,” he whispers

“Yunho, you did not need to buy me anything!” I gasp, playfully hitting his shoulder

“I know but I wanted to!” he chuckles shifting my body with complete ease, hooking one arm under my knees and his other arm around my lower back and stands up. I can't help but giggle as he carries me down the hallway, up the stairs and into his bedroom.

On his bed, I notice a large and fluffy Kuromi plush. “I figured you'd love her, considering the sheer amount of Kuromi things you own!" He places my feet back onto the floor and supports me as I regain my balance.

“Is it that obvious?” I laugh as he hands it to me and I cuddle into her.

"Just a little bit." he chuckles

"I love her, thank you!" I exclaim with delight

“I also got you this.” he lifts a small purple velvet bag from his desk and passes it to me. I place the Kuromi plush his bed and open the pouch to find an amethyst crystal inside. I hold it up to look at it as it is beautifully radiating in the light streaming through Yunho’s window. “The lady in the shop told me this was the best crystal for stress and anxiety. I don’t know if you believe in the healing properties of crystals. You don’t need to keep it if you don’t believe in it; I won’t be upset.”

"Yunho, I absolutely love it!" I look up at him and embrace him tightly. "Yes, I'm a believer of crystals. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!"

“It seems like something's been weighing on you," He murmurs as he holds me. "If you ever need somebody to talk to or just to be there in silence, I'm here for you.”

“Thank you, Yunho,” I whisper, feeling the warmth of his breath on my neck.

He pulls away slightly and looks into my eyes. “I mean it,” he says, his voice filled with sincerity. “You don’t have to endure anything alone.”

It is one of the most difficult things I have had to do, conceal my bipolar disorder from him and everyone else. Despite the effort I put into covering up all the evidence, Yunho has still noticed my inner battles. The resentment in myself that comes with having to take my medication in secret and wear long-sleeved shirts or lots of bracelets at all times to hide the scars.

Asking Hongjoong to keep my secret from them, it weighed heavily on me, and every day was starting to become an endless battle against my anxiety. Scared one of them would find out and know I had lied but also scared to tell them as well.

All at once, the defences that I’ve set up around me start to shatter. Tears begin to well in my eyes as I gaze at him, exposed and defenceless.

“Yunho…” I whisper, trying to keep my voice steady. “I just don't know how to tell you...”

“Shh..” he interrupts me quietly. “You don't have to explain anything right now. Whenever you're ready, I'll be here to hear you out.”

I nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. His lips capture mine once more and I feel myself begin to melt into him. His hands move around my back, pulling me close, as his other hand finds its way down my neckline tracing circles across my skin. I feel a familiar warmth radiating from his body, igniting all of my senses.

The kisses become more passionate, and our bodies begin to move together in sync, his hands explore further south toward my hips. The kiss intensifies as Yunho spins us around so that my back is against the wall and he is towering over me. He looks down at me with an intensity that I've never seen before; one that can only be described as pure longing and desire.

Yunho begins to move his lips down the side of my neck leaving tantalising trails everywhere he goes; finally finding their way to my collar bone where they pause for a moment before continuing their journey further south and making stops along the way while his large hands tenderly explore inside my cardigan.

His kisses stop at the neckline of my dress, he pulls his head back and stares down at me, chest heaving. His eyes dark with passion, but something is holding him back.

He speaks in a low, anxious tone. "Do you want to keep going? It's fine if you don't."

I look up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yunho.." I speak his name softly. "I want this."

No more words are needed; we know what will happen next. Without waiting any longer, we jump into something completely new and unknown together.

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What about 31 💕

We already answered this one but then Alex had an idea and, well…oops.

April 2023

When Dan came in from some of the farm chores he stretched, muscles glad of the exercise. It’s not that he’d gotten lazy since he’d lost his seat - far from it - but throwing bales of hay around and fixing a fence used different muscles than a workout. Yeah he hired people to do it, but while he and Em were there before they went on their honeymoon and he had to do more sim work in Milton Keynes he wanted to get involved.

Michael was standing by one of the bookshelves, looking at the framed photos Em had put on them. They were from when she’d started travelling with them all, photos of the four of them together. The only McLaren one was after the win in Monza, Em in the champagne soaked first place hat while she held the trophy, Dan’s arms wrapped around her as they grinned. There were newer ones too - Em and Charlie when they had a girls night with Chloe the week before the wedding, Charlie and Blake on a double date with Em and Dan. The one he loved the most of Em with Isaac and Isabella, three bright grins from Christmas. He loved every single one of them.

“Charlie sure fit in neatly with the three of you.” His tone was poison and Dan did a double take at it. “I’m surprised she wasn’t Em’s bridesmaid.”

“Em wanted her to be. But Charlie knew that we were only doing one person each, and Blake didn’t want to be a groomsman as well as walk Emmy down the aisle. It was her family’s farm that we had the wedding on.”

“Oh.” Dan took a slow breath, waiting for the next question. “How well do you know her?”

“Pretty well. She’s a good friend, her and Blake are good together. She makes him happy. Speaking of partners, where’s your girlfriend? Is she back up at the hotel?” It was weird for him that Michael chose to stay in Perth rather than on the farm, but his girlfriend didn’t seem to enjoy how rural it was, so it made sense.

“Yeah, she’s sightseeing. Where’s Em?”

“Charlie’s folks with Charlie and Blake. She needed to pick up the decorations and what’s left of our wedding cake. Apparently we need to freeze it and eat it on our first anniversary.”

“That won’t fit in the race diet plan.”

“I’ll make it fit.”

It never used to be this weird between them. Michael was the one person who he trusted since he was a kid and whispered “I’m gonna drive in Formula One one day.” when they had a sleepover. As soon as he’d finished his personal training course it was a no brainer that he wanted to get Michael to England. It was the four of them. Em had been part of his racing life longer than Michael had, really. But now there was a gap that he didn’t know how to bridge for them.

“I’m just gonna ask this out. Why do you trust Charlie? You never trust anyone, but you just let her into your home? Be your friend? Why?”

“Cause she’s Charlie. It’s like…it’s hard to explain but she and Blake are solid. Her family live another couple of miles up the road and are great. Her little brother is racing mad but he treats me like a normal person. Plus she’s normal. She works with kids in foster care, she makes the world better.”

“She sounds too good to be true.”

“You said that about Em once.” Dan still remembered where they were when he said it. Sitting in this same room at Christmas 2017, he’d just sent Em a photo of the setting sun and she’d replied with a bundled up couch selfie. He’d mentioned how he met Em and Michael had said those exact words.

“I just don’t want Blake being taken advantage of.”

“He lives with his girlfriend who has a PhD and won’t let him pay rent because he’s not there all the time. He’s fine. They’re fine. Why are you like this?” The question hung in the air for a moment.

“I don’t trust her. She looks exactly the same as Em, magically appears in your life the same way Em did, and I’m expected to think it’s an accident? Lightning doesn’t strike twice. You got lucky with Em.”

“Got lucky? How?”

“You don’t want me to answer that. But you just said, Charlie has a PhD. What is she expecting Blake to pay off her student loans? I thought he was smarter than that to fall for a gold digger.”

“So my wife is one?” The mood in the room was venomous. Dan was aware this wasn’t going to end well. It couldn’t end well. But he couldn’t stop.

“We know Em. She’s not.”

“I paid off her student loans in 2019. It was her birthday present. So if I paid off her loans when we hadn’t even said I love you, that means my wife is one. Right?”

“I did-“

“And for the record, Charlie’s the one who offered to sign an NDA. To keep mine and Em’s privacy. The same way Em offered to. But you…answer this, ok? One question.”

They were on opposite sides of the room and Dan wanted to move Michael away from the photos. Away from his family. This wasn’t a feeling he’d ever had about his best friend before. It was wrong.

“What is it?”

“When did you start having feelings for my wife?” It was like Michael had been physically hit, stepping back at Dan’s words. “I had an idea from your reaction in China but I ignored it. Because god she picked me. We were together. But the way you’re ignoring the double standards? How you acted after you found her? Even your reaction when we told you we were engaged. When did you fall in love with her?”

“Nothing happened, mate. Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”

“But it does! You’re her brother. She loves you so much as a brother. You’re my brother and I ignored how you acted cause I didn’t want to admit it. And then you point out how Blake and Charlie are moving quickly and say this shit about Charlie and you don’t even recognise that it was exactly the same for me and Em. After my birthday I spent every night I was in London with her unless there was a really good reason. It’s two faced and for once Blake is happy can’t you let him be? Cause right now it’s coming across that you’re jealous and bitter and that’s not you.”

“She’s too good to be true! He doesn’t date and all of a sudden they’re together? He’s gonna get hurt and she’s gonna fleece him and run off. I watched you ignore Em in public and she left. She wasn’t gonna come back until we made her. And now there’s the new woman who looks like Em who claims she’s fallen in love with Blake. You did your fucking wedding at her parents place. She’s using him!”

“Who’s using who?” Dan hadn’t noticed the back door open, Blake walking in. “Em and Charlie are saddling up the horses, Em said they need to be exercised and Charlie hasn’t gone riding in a couple of weeks cause of work. What’s happening?”

“Of course she fucking rides too.”

“Huh?” Blake’s confusion was clear and Dan had to step in.

“Mike was worried, he was saying some stuff. It’s fine.”

“No, I meant what I said. I don’t know what she’s doing but I don’t trust her and I think you’re an idiot if you do. She’s gonna use you and you won’t make it and she’ll break your heart.”

“Get out.” Dan didn’t even realise what he was saying until the words were out. “Get the fuck out of my house. We supported you through everything. All of it. We invited your girlfriend to our wedding. I ignored how you act around Em, how you’ve always acted around her. I put it aside because she adores you. But you met Charlie once. God she…you weren’t here. You didn’t see how Em and I were after Christmas. We were broken. And Charlie was there and she helped us get our shit together. She helped organise our wedding and you called her a gold digger and think she’s gonna hurt Blake? So no. Get out until you can realise how wrong you are.”

“That’s my girlfriend. I’m gonna marry her. It’s ridiculous and insane but how. You didn’t say this to me.” The upset in Blake’s voice was clear.

“You wouldn’t listen. The same way when I was telling Dan he shouldn’t be focusing on Em and should have focused on his career he didn’t.”

“Just go. And for the record, we will make it. I believe in her.”

Dan watched one of his oldest friends leave his home, staring at Michael’s broad back as he walked away. He was gone. And even with the sadness there was still relief.

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Mystery Man

Written for Lin Beifong's Week (Day 3: Gossip at the RCPD)

‘Mind your business, keep your job’ was a rule Mako had followed devoutly since his days running numbers for the Triple Threats as a child. But even he had to admit he was curious. 

You see, on Monday morning, a courier delivered a bouquet of fire lilies to the station. The floral arrangement was walked right up to the chief’s office and remained on the side of her desk for the rest of the day.

This was truly significant because Chief Beifong’s office was markedly bare, devoid of the trinkets and family photos nearly all the cops left on their desks.

“Who do you think they’re from?” Meilin asked once she returned to the bullpen after submitting a report to the chief. 

“That’s above my paygrade,” Mako said, barely glancing up from his paperwork. “Yours too.”

“You’re probably right,” she replied, leaning against his desk. “It’s strange, though, to imagine the chief with a boyfriend.” 

On Tuesday, the flowers were gone, but when he went into Beifong’s office to get her approval to launch an investigation, the room smelled of expensive Fire Nation cigars. The scent was vaguely familiar, something from a lifetime ago. He felt his brow furrow as he tried to remember where he recognized it from. 

“Is there something else you need, Mako?” she asked when he paused before leaving her space. 

“Uh, no,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “I just didn’t know you smoked.” 

“It’s a habit that keeps coming back.” The chief’s expression twitched into something like a smile, but it was gone as soon as he blinked. “My advice is never start.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, and then left, finally placing where he encountered the smell of those exact cigars when he sat down at his desk. It was back when he was learning to bend lightning on the rooftops and in the alleyways of the Dragon Flats.

On Wednesday, for the first time since Mako joined the force, Chief Beifong actually left work early. 

“I have an appointment,” she said with a noncommittal wave as she made her way out. “Hold down the fort.” 

“An appointment?” Meilin said, once the brass doors shut behind the chief. “More like a date.” 

“I haven’t seen her like this since she was a rookie,” said Old Patel, the unit chief of the organized crime division, who’d been a cop since Toph Beifong led the force. “Wearing perfume, going on lunch dates.” 

“Who has a lunch date?” Bolin asked as he and Opal approached. 

“No one,” Mako said. “Why are you here?”

“Rude!” Bolin said. “After Opal and I came all this way to pick you up for Asami’s kickback.” 

Mako sighed, rubbing his forehead. “That was today?” 

“Yeah, now who’s on a lunch date?” he asked, feeding off of the potential for gossip, as always. “Anyone I know?” 

“Chief Beifong and her mystery man,” Meilin said. 

“Lin’s dating?” Bolin asked. 

“We don’t know that,” Mako said. 

“He sent her flowers on Monday, cigars on Tuesday, and now she left early for a lunch date,” Meilin said, counting off each clue on a finger. 

“Ooh, this is getting good.” Bolin rubbed his hands together, grinning from ear to ear. “Hey, Opal, Lin’s your aunt. Did she say anything?” 

The airbender simply inspected her nails instead of responding. 

“Hey, no secrets!” Bolin said, pouting. 

“It’s not my business to tell,” she replied. 

Later that day, at Asami’s get together, Bolin made the whole friend group aware of Lin’s potential dating situation. 

“Come on, we have a detective, a genius, and an avatar in the house. Someone’s got to be able to figure this out.” 

“Trust me, you’ll never guess it,” Opal told him. “Not in a million years.” 

Something in her inflection returned Mako’s mind to the cigars—expensive, imported. He’d only ever known one person who smoked them.

“You think he makes her happy?” Mako asked. 

She smiled. “I definitely do.” 

“That’s good enough for me,” he said. “Now can we please stop talking about this and go eat?”