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Ah, excellent, the guests have arrived.
No point in giving anyone makeovers as I won't be in this save for long, so sorry everyone, you're stuck looking at Maxis uglies.
That's the least of our worries right now, though...
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pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 8
synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.
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જ⁀➴✎ ❛❛Y/N's POV❞
The funny thing about catching feelings is that you never know when the walk becomes a stroll, then a jog, and eventually turns into what seems like a never-ending chase.
It’s a flurry of emotions, each step more fervent than the last. At first, you might think it’s just a casual stroll—something light and easy, just taking in the sights and sounds. But then, it evolves into a leisurely walk, where you find yourself more invested, more attentive to the nuances of the path you’re on.
As you get more involved, the pace quickens, and suddenly, what was once a gentle amble has turned into a brisk jog. Your heart starts to race, and every moment feels charged with potential and possibility. The thrill of the chase sets in; you’re no longer just moving along the path but running towards something that feels both exhilarating and daunting.
And just when you think you’ve reached the peak of intensity, the chase turns into a marathon. The emotions swirl around you like a storm, sometimes exhilarating, sometimes overwhelming. It’s as if you’re in a never-ending pursuit, where every stride is driven by hope, fear, and anticipation. It’s a whirlwind of highs and lows, where the finish line seems perpetually just out of reach.
The moment I truly felt my peak of intensity was the moment that I landed in Nice, France, ready to embark towards my ultimate destiny: Being the ultimate Monacan WAG. If you truly believed that last statement, dear reader, I must call you gullible.
Anyhow, the Nice Côte d'Azur Airport had welcomed me with open arms, giving me the twenty kilometer leeway of relief before I was due in the beautiful Principality of Monaco.
And don't get me wrong, but I was scared.
The facade that I put up everyday on stream, on social media, was only a fraction of who I really was. I was left wondering to myself in the hours leading up to meeting Max, "Would he really like me for who I was? What if this was one humongous joke I was apart of, and I was doomed to be the laughingstock?"
Arriving in Monaco, surrounded by its opulence and charm, only heightened my feelings of vulnerability. The grandeur of the setting made my personal fears feel even more pronounced. Would the real me, with all my imperfections and uncertainties, measure up to the expectations set by the facade I had carefully crafted online?
To be put simply, I was only a girl. And I really, really, really hoped that multimillionaire Dutch Formula One racer Max Emilian Verstappen would take pleasure in meeting me.
I had texted Max how I should meet with him, nonchalantly, of course. But on the inside, my palms were sweaty. I was nervous. In person, I wouldn't say I was the best flirt. I was more like that one twelve year old boy at the pool trying to impress a friend group of sixteen year old girls.
I fumbled on my words. I tripped. I missed. I blushed. I ran. I wept about my mistakes, and kept thinking what the absolute fuck did I just say? Why did that just come out of my mouth? I am stupid. I am so stupid.
Simply put, I didn't have much rizz.
Honestly, if I could headbutt myself, I definitely would. I had set myself up for utmost failure for acting like a confident prick, over text, over stream, and over Twitter. I acted like I had it all together, but in reality, if a tall, handsome guy were to actually approach me, you’d see me stumbling over my words and turning into a nervous wreck.
It was pathetic, really.
And oh my gosh, dear reader, if you had seen the look on my face when I had Googled Max Verstappen for the first time...
It was shameful, I will admit.
Learning that he stood six inches above me at his 5'11" stature... I was blushing in the comforting shadows of my bedroom, fearfully gripping my phone, as if Max himself was going to suddenly appear in my room and catch me red-handed, shamelessly watching edits of him.
Hiding under the covers at two am before a long day at work, and pondering if his big, big, bicep muscles from holding a steering wheel all day could eventually hold me in his comforting grasp. Daydreaming, in the middle of meetings with high-end game-development executives, if I could sudden run into his chest and have him hug me until I couldn't breath. Wondering, if I could sit on his thighs one day, and using his veiny hands, he could hold me by my waist and his steamy breath talk into my ear.
Yeah, I get no bitches and I'm horny.
It's pretty obvious to y'all at this point. Don't be a mean girl and judge, though.
And with all of these thoughts, I am not afraid to think them. In the shower, making dinner, watching him race...But it was all put in perspective when I stood outside of his apartment door, waiting for him to let me into his home.
It felt private. Intimate. Different, than all the displays of affection and joyous laughter we shared with the public.
But now I was in the comfort of his home. No prying cameras (at least I hoped that there were no hidden cameras), away from the never-ending watchful eye of the public.
The first thing I noticed about him were his eyes. They were a piercing, greenish, blueish, grayish color—a mix of the sea and comets, a blend of colors I couldn't quite put my finger on.
It was like they held the depth of the ocean, the intensity of a storm, and the mystery of the cosmos all at once. In the soft light of the doorway, they seemed almost otherworldly, drawing me in with their enigmatic allure.
Many people online had said that these eyes were constantly hardened, a result of years spent racing under intense pressure, dealing with tough words from his father, and the unwavering support and strength he garnered from his sister and mother.
They were eyes that had seen the highs of victory and the lows of defeat, that had faced criticism and expectation head-on, and had come out stronger on the other side.
These eyes told a story of resilience and determination, of someone who had been through the wringer and had emerged with a steely resolve. The internet was filled with tales of his focused, almost intimidating gaze on the racetrack, where every glance was calculated and every blink was a strategy.
They spoke of a man who had to grow up fast, who had to build walls to protect himself from the harsh realities of his world.
But when he looked at me, I could swear that I saw them soften.
They drew me in, and for a moment, I knew I could write poetry about them. There was a story in every shade, every flicker of light within those eyes. I could imagine penning verses about their depth, their history, and the way they seemed to hold entire worlds within them.
Suddenly, all my nerves and the fear of being a fumbling, awkward mess seemed to dissipate, at least a little. There was something in the way he looked at me that made me feel seen, like he was looking past the persona and seeing the real me. It was a mix of relief and disbelief, like maybe, just maybe, this wasn't going to be the disaster I had built up in my head.
I had never believed in the saying, "love at first sight", but I could've sworn my heart skipped a beat, if not multiple, when I locked eyes with him. Like I predicted, he was a tall, tall, man. And I, like a lot of people in this world, was not immune to the charm of a tall man.
"Oh, you are very tall," I blurted out.
What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. The words had slipped past my tongue and out of my mouth, bypassing the more sensible part of me, aka my brain. Damn you, stupid weak heart.
I could feel my face heating up, a wave of embarrassment washing over me. Out of anything I literally could have said, my intrusive thoughts had gotten the best of me. My inner voice was screaming at me to pull it together, but it was too late. The words were out there, hanging awkwardly in the air between us. My poster slumped slightly, there was literally no way to recover this. I desperately needed to find a galvanized stainless steel block to bash my head against repeatedly.
Max chuckled softly, a sound that somehow made me feel a bit more at ease despite my flub. "And you must be Y/N," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Welcome."
Taking a deep breath, I tried to regain my composure. "Yeah, that's me," I said with a small, nervous laugh. "Sometimes when someone makes me hella nervous, it just happens, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" I started, but he cut me off gently.
"I make you nervous?" He smirked at me. "Well I didn't know that."
Okay. Cut the cameras, deadass. I quite literally felt like I was a main character in that weird-ass phone game Episode (yes, my guilty pleasure at three am but nonetheless a fun hobby to have) It was like one of those cliché moments where the charming love interest says something flirty, and the protagonist’s heart skips a beat. Except this was real life, and my heart was doing somersaults.
I could feel my face heating up again, but this time, there was a small part of me that felt… excited? Maybe this wouldn't be a complete disaster after all. Trying to play it cool, I flashed a shy smile. "Yeah, well, you're pretty intimidating in person," I said, hoping to keep the conversation light.
"I cannot believe you said that, I'm just a really big cuddly bear," Max laughed at me, opening his arms out for a hug.
For a split second, I hesitated, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. But then, the warmth in his eyes and the genuine smile on his face melted away any remaining nervousness.
Stepping forward, I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his strong yet gentle embrace envelop me. It was like being pulled into a cocoon of safety and comfort, his presence immediately soothing the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
As we hugged, I felt the tension in my body start to ease. His arms were warm and reassuring, a stark contrast to the anxiety that had been gnawing at me since I landed. In that moment, it felt like all the awkwardness and worries faded into the background. It was just the two of us, sharing a simple, sincere connection.
The hug lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to make me feel grounded and welcomed, a silent promise that maybe this really was the beginning of something special.
And I did believe him, that he was just a really big cuddly bear. His laugh was warm like honey, and I could definitely get used to hugging those biceps and burrowing my head in his chest, like a teddy bear. All I could think of was the moment I whipped out my phone to get on Twitter I would tweet, #needthat.
What???
I'm just a girl.
"You're really fucking cute," Max suddenly stated, his soft voice interrupting my daydream.
Wait wait wait what?? Backtrack please?? Did Max Verstappen just call me cute, as he leans on the fucking doorway and I can see his biceps bulge as he-
Noticing my shocked expression, and my jaw must have been hanging out for a considerably long time without responding, he started to laugh at me.
"I hope I was the first person to tell you that today," He continued.
"Y-you certainly were the first person to say that, oh my," I sputtered, a creeping blushing arising from my neck and blossoming onto my cheeks.
Max's eyes sparkled with mischief as he stepped closer, closing the distance between us. "Well, it's about time someone did," he said, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "I've been looking forward to this moment for a while, you know."
I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure. "You have?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. The bold, flirtatious Max standing in front of me was a stark contrast to the more reserved person I knew online. It was disorienting, but also incredibly intriguing.
This side of him was magnetic, drawing me in with a mix of confidence and playfulness that I hadn't anticipated. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the realization hitting me that the dynamic between us had shifted entirely.
Online, I had always been the one with the witty comebacks and cheeky comments, but now, standing here in his presence, I felt like I was discovering a whole new dimension of our connection. His boldness was both thrilling and nerve-wracking, making me wonder just how many other surprises he had in store.
"Absolutely," he replied with a grin. "Seeing you now, in person, you're even more stunning than I imagined." He leaned in slightly, his gaze never leaving mine, and I felt my heart race faster with every passing second.
"Oh, wow, um, thank you," I stammered, feeling my shyness take over. It was surreal—here I was, the one who had always been confident and playful online, now reduced to a blushing mess in front of him.
Max chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the role reversal. "You know, I always found your confidence online really attractive," he said. "But seeing you like this, all shy and flustered... it's pretty adorable too."
I bit my lip, trying to steady my nerves. "Well, you were always the cool, mysterious racer," I said, attempting to regain a bit of my former bravado. "It's kind of unfair that you're also charming in real life."
He laughed, a rich, warm sound that made my heart flutter. (And I could swear I could hear hundred dollar bills when he laughed) "Guess we both have our secrets," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But I have to say, I kind of like seeing this side of you."
"Yeah?" I replied, feeling a small surge of confidence. "Maybe you'll see more of it, if you keep being this sweet."
Max took a step closer, his presence enveloping me like a warm blanket. "Oh, I plan to," he said, his voice low and intimate. "Getting to know the real you is something I've been looking forward to. Online was fun, but this...this is so much better."
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks again, but this time it was mixed with excitement. "Well, you better keep up the charm then," I teased, trying to match his playful energy. "I'm not that easy to impress, you know."
He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Is that a challenge?" he asked, leaning in slightly, his proximity making my heart race even faster.
"Maybe it is," I said, my voice daring but my insides turning to jelly. "Think you can handle it?"
Max grinned, his confidence unwavering. "Oh, I know I can," he said smoothly. "And by the end of this trip, you'll see just how serious I am."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of anticipation and thrill coursing through me. The flirty banter, the unexpected boldness, and the undeniable chemistry between us—it was all so intoxicating. As I looked into his eyes, I realized that this was just the beginning of an adventure that was sure to be full of surprises and unforgettable moments. Spending time with Max felt completely different from any of my past relationships.
There was a new air about him, a different kind of electricity that sparked between us. Unlike the fleeting attention I had received from past lovers, who barely gave me a minute of their day, Max's presence was all-encompassing. He made me feel seen and valued in a way I hadn't experienced before. Each moment with him was charged with genuine interest and warmth, making me feel like I was the only person in the world.
The thought of what lay ahead made my heart race with a mixture of nervousness and exhilaration. I knew that being with Max would be an experience unlike any other, a journey where we would both reveal our true selves and create memories that would last a lifetime.
Don't call me naive, dear reader, because in the moment, it truly felt that way to me...And I really hoped that he felt the same too.
"Alright then," I said, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "Game on."
Max's smile widened, and he extended his hand. "Game on," he echoed, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me as our fingers intertwined.
"Come on in," he said, leading me into his apartment.
As soon as we stepped inside, I realized that 'apartment' was an understatement. The place felt more like a huge penthouse rather than the modest apartment he had made it out to be. It was luxurious yet still quite plain and humble, a reflection of Max himself. The high ceilings, expansive windows, and elegant but understated furniture gave it a sense of grandeur without being ostentatious.
The living area was open and airy, with floor-to-ceiling glass doors that opened onto a balcony overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking, a sprawling panorama of twinkling lights and distant landmarks that seemed to stretch endlessly. Despite the grandeur, there was an inviting warmth to the space. The furniture, though minimal, was meticulously chosen—sleek modern lines with plush, comfortable seating that suggested a home where one could truly relax.
As we moved through the apartment, I noticed the subtle details: a few well-placed art pieces, not too many, just enough to add character without overwhelming the space. The kitchen was state-of-the-art, with shiny countertops and high-end appliances, but it was evident that Max wasn’t a chef—there were no intricate gadgets or utensils, just the basics. The sparse decorations spoke volumes about his personality: practical and unpretentious.
"Wow," I said, looking around in awe. "You really weren’t kidding when you said you had a big place. This is incredible."
Max shrugged, a hint of embarrassment on his face. "Yeah, I guess it’s a bit bigger than most apartments," he said with a sheepish grin. "But, as you can see, I didn’t exactly go all out on decorating. I’m not really into interior design and don’t have a clue how to make it look... well, more 'homey.'"
I laughed, finding his modesty endearing. "Well, if you ever want to change that, I’m your go-to person," I offered playfully. "I could definitely give this place a bit more personality."
"Oh, really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "And what if I said I might be more inclined to actually spend more time here if you did?"
I grinned, feeling a spark of excitement at the prospect. "Challenge accepted," I said. "I’ll have to draw up some design ideas for you. Just don’t be surprised if you come home one day and find your place looking like a completely different world."
Max chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Are you saying you’re going to turn my penthouse into something out of a magazine?"
"Something like that," I replied, trying to keep a straight face. "But with a touch of ‘Y/N’ flair. I promise it won’t be all pink and sparkles—unless you really want it to be."
"I think I'd rather die," He rolled his eyes, making me a victim of the sassy man apocalypse. Letting out a sudden bark of laughter, my eyes widened, surprised at the ugly ass noise I just let out.
"Wait no I take it back, it would be way better if I just paint it neon green and tweeted #BratSummerTakeover," I laughed.
"This is way worse than the pink what the hell..." Max laughed at my antics. Finally, he was matching my freak!
"Honestly, CharliXCX and Brat Twitter would probably save you if you got canceled, just because you made your apartment Brat themed," I countered, eye brows raising and daring him to challenge me.
"What would I even get cancelled for? Being too devilishly handsome, maybe," He asked, smirking at me.
I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, and I knew I was blushing a lot. "Well, maybe," I stammered, trying to regain my composure. "Or for making girls like me turn bright red with just a few words."
Max's smirk widened, clearly enjoying my flustered reaction. "I think I could live with that," he said, his voice low and teasing. "But seriously, I like seeing this side of you. It's cute."
I blushed even more, trying to deflect the compliment with humor. "Well, you might get canceled for making me turn this red," I quipped, feeling a bit bolder. "And for having terrible taste in decor. Honestly, who wouldn’t want a neon green penthouse? It’s the height of fashion."
Max shook his head, still laughing. "Okay, okay. Maybe we should stick to something a bit more... timeless. How about a black and white theme? Classic, elegant, and less likely to blind anyone who walks in."
I pretended to consider it, tapping my chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, that could work. But only if we add some gold accents. You know, to bring out the sparkle in your eyes."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Gold accents, huh? You really think my eyes sparkle?"
"Like diamonds, just like that one Rihanna song," I said, batting my eyelashes and throwing my hands up in a dramatic fashion. "But seriously, I think we can make this place look amazing. Just trust me."
Max smiled, his gaze softening. "I do trust you. And I’m actually looking forward to seeing what you come up with. Just promise me one thing."
"Anything," I said, leaning in closer, our hands brushing against each other again. I was literally going bonkers from the sexual tension between us two, and I wasn't sure how long I could take it for the next week, before the dam overflowed. And trust me, I don't mind if this dam overflows. Wink wink.
"Promise me you won’t turn it into a jungle. I don’t think I could handle that much greenery," he said with a playful wink.
I laughed, nodding. "Deal. No jungle theme. But I can’t promise there won’t be a few plants. They add life, you know?"
Max grinned, shaking his head in amusement. "Alright, a few plants I can handle. Just no turning my place into a botanical garden."
I gave him a teasing look. "You never know, a few well-placed ferns could really spruce the place up. Besides, they say talking to plants helps them grow. Maybe it’ll work wonders for you too."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "Are you implying I need help growing? Because I’m pretty sure I’ve hit my growth spurt."
I laughed, feeling more at ease with each playful exchange. "No, just that a little greenery might make this place feel more like home. Plus, it could give you someone to talk to when you’re not racing around the world."
"Well, if you’re around, I’ll have plenty of company," he said with a wink. "And maybe you can teach me how to take care of them without killing them."
"I’d be happy to," I replied, smiling. "But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to choose some low-maintenance plants. Wouldn’t want you to feel overwhelmed."
"Thanks," he said, his tone sincere. "I appreciate that. But seriously, it’ll be nice to have you help me make this place feel more like home."
"Anytime," I said, feeling a warm glow from his words. "Just promise you won’t get any bright ideas about adding a racecar in the living room."
Max chuckled, the sound rich and warm. "No promises. But I’ll try to restrain myself."
He glanced at my luggage and then back at me. "Let me help you with those," he offered, moving towards the pink suitcases. "I’ll take them to the guest room."
As he picked up the bags, I couldn't help but notice how effortlessly he handled them. The way his muscles flexed under his shirt made my heart race. It was impossible to ignore how strong and capable he looked, making even the heavy suitcases seem weightless. Every movement seemed to highlight his athletic build, and I found myself momentarily distracted by the sheer physicality of him.
He had insisted on me staying at his apartment for the seven days I was in town, refusing to let me book a hotel. "You’ll be more comfortable here," he had said on our phone call earlier, his tone leaving no room for argument. It was sweet, really, and incredibly sexy watching him take charge like this. The thoughtfulness behind his actions made me feel special and cared for in a way that I hadn’t experienced before.
As he carried my luggage, I couldn't help but admire the ease with which he moved, the definition in his arms and shoulders evident with each step.
I followed him down the hallway, my eyes shamelessly glued to his back, watching the way his muscles shifted beneath his shirt. Each step he took seemed to exude confidence and strength, a silent testament to his physical prowess. I couldn't help but admire how the fabric of his shirt clung to his form, accentuating every line and curve of his well-toned physique.
God, I could talk about his slutty little waist for days. The little fancams they showed on F1TV or YouTube did not do it justice. Seeing him in person, the way his waist tapered into those perfectly fitted jeans, was a whole different experience. It was mesmerizing, almost unfair how well his physique was sculpted.
As he walked ahead of me, the fabric of his shirt stretched taut across his back and narrowed at his waist, highlighting the lean, athletic build that had become a defining part of who he was. It was the kind of detail that fans like me only dreamed about, and here I was, witnessing it up close.
I was such a lucky little bitch.
My mind wandered to the countless hours he must have spent training, not just in the gym but on the track as well. It was a different kind of dedication, one that went beyond what most people understood. There was something undeniably attractive about a person who was so committed to their craft, and it only added to the allure that Max already possessed.
As he led me into the guest room, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. This was Max Verstappen's personal space, a glimpse into the life of someone I had admired from afar. The room was spacious and inviting, with large windows that allowed natural light to flood in, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere.
Max set my bags down gently and turned to face me, his expression softening. "There you go," he said with a warm smile. "If you need anything, just let me know. Make yourself at home."
"Thanks, Max," I replied, giving him a grateful smile. "I really appreciate this."
Just as I was about to say more, Max’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at the screen and frowned slightly. "Sorry, I have to take this," he said, holding up the phone. "It’s important."
"Of course, no problem," I said, waving him off. "Take your time."
Max nodded and stepped out of the room, his voice already lowered as he answered the call. Left alone, I took a moment to absorb my surroundings. The bed looked incredibly inviting with its crisp, clean sheets and plush pillows. The journey had been long, and I could feel the fatigue weighing heavily on me.
Without much thought, I kicked off my shoes and sank onto the bed, the mattress soft and supportive beneath me. The room had a calming aura, and despite my excitement, my eyelids grew heavy. I lay back, letting out a contented sigh as I nestled into the pillows.
The last thing I remembered was the distant murmur of Max's voice from the hallway. The day's exhaustion finally caught up with me, and within moments, I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep, completely at ease in the unfamiliar yet comforting space.
જ⁀➴✎ ❛❛Max's POV❞
I couldn’t wait to see her cute face after my phone call.
Ever since she showed up at my door an hour ago, luggage in hand and blushing like mad, I knew I wanted to hold her in my arms and never let go. The way she looked so overwhelmed and charmingly nervous had struck a chord with me. But now, here I was, stuck listening to Lando Norris ramble about his trivial girl troubles when all I wanted was to see her again.
Lando’s voice was like a buzzing fly in my ear, and I found myself tapping my foot impatiently, wishing he'd get the hint and stop talking. His high-pitched voice grated on my nerves as he continued his endless rant about the latest drama in his life. I loved the guy, but seriously, this was not the moment for his soap opera.
“—and you would not believe what she said to me next,” Lando’s voice droned on, each word feeling like a needle in my brain. I barely registered his complaints, lost in my own thoughts about her.
“Max! Are you listening to me??” Lando’s voice suddenly pierced through the fog of my thoughts, making me flinch slightly.
“Mhm...” I trailed off, barely processing the words. My mind was focused entirely on her, on how she looked when she first arrived and how peaceful she appeared when I last saw her.
“Oh, what the bloody fuck mate, you’re not listening. Whatever, I'll talk to you later,” Lando said abruptly. Before I could respond, I heard the familiar click of the call ending.
“Hallelujah,” I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes in relief. The endless chitter-chatter had finally stopped, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.
“Oh, what the fuck,” I suddenly exclaimed, realizing that I had wasted enough time. I should be up and finding my houseguest—my possible future wifey—and spending more time with her. I shot up from my seat, a surge of excitement propelling me forward.
The house had been unusually quiet since I’d gotten off the call, and I was eager to see what she was up to. Maybe she was scrolling through her phone, or perhaps she was just getting comfortable. I tiptoed down the hallway, trying to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to disturb the calm atmosphere of the house.
As I approached the guest room, I could hear nothing but the soft hum of the air conditioning. My heart skipped a beat as I slowly opened the door, peeking inside to see what awaited me. The sight that met my eyes was unexpectedly delightful. There she was, nestled in the bed, having kicked off the fluffy house shoes I’d given her. Her luggage was neatly set aside, and the room was serene, illuminated by the gentle late afternoon light filtering through the curtains.
Her position on the bed was both endearing and surprisingly casual. She had managed to kick the blankets off completely, leaving them in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed. The sight of her sprawled out, so relaxed and at ease, made me pause. She looked incredibly peaceful, her hair spread out like a halo around her, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.
My beautiful girl was tired.
A soft smile crept onto my face as I approached her. It was clear that she was deeply asleep, her breathing even and steady. I carefully grabbed the blanket from the end of the bed, making sure not to disturb her. The blanket was warm and soft, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room.
In her sleep, she shifted slightly, letting out little breaths.
As I gently draped it over her, I couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked in this vulnerable state.
The way her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were closed made her seem even more endearing. She had a certain tranquility about her that was utterly captivating. It was a rare and precious sight, and I felt a surge of affection just watching her. Her presence in my apartment, in my space, felt strangely comforting and intimate.
I adjusted the blanket carefully, ensuring it covered her snugly. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, which made me breathe a sigh of relief I didn't realize that I had been holding. I took a moment to appreciate how serene and beautiful she looked. The gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept was calming to observe, and it made me feel even more connected to her.
I lingered in the doorway for a few seconds, letting the peaceful scene sink in.
In that moment, I really wanted to be her boyfriend. Even though I had just met her in real life a mere forty minutes ago, I wanted to give her everything that she wanted and deserved.
I imagined us spending more time together, exploring new places, and sharing our dreams and fears. I wanted to be the person who made her feel special and loved, who supported her in all her endeavors and celebrated her successes. The thought of being that person for her was more appealing than I’d ever expected.
It wasn’t just about the romantic gestures or grand declarations; it was about the everyday moments of care and attention. I wanted to be there for her in the small, meaningful ways—like making sure she was comfortable, listening to her stories, and sharing in her joys and struggles.
Don't call me naive, but I really, really, really like her.
જ⁀➴✎ ❛❛Y/N's POV❞
In my dreamless state, I could still remember a few things. Like the warm breath of someone hovering over me. I could feel watchful eyes on my back, curious, worried, then relieved. I remember feeling gentle hands pulling my blanket from the foot of the bed to my shoulders, gently covering me.
And when I woke up, I really questioned whether what I felt was a dream. In my room it was silent, almost no trace of whether someone was there or not.
The only anomaly was the fact that before, I had completely shut the door. Now, the door was left ajar, a tiny sliver of the hallway could be seen from where I was propped up in my bed.
Yawning, I could hear the soft hum of the ongoing AC in my room. But if I listened a bit more, I could hear the whirring of the range hood in Max's kitchen further down the hall.
He was cooking?
Wow. Call me surprised.
A few days ago when we called on Discord, he had narrated a few cooking horror stories that had happened to him.
I remembered one particularly gruesome story he shared, one that sounded like it came straight out of a sitcom. It was supposed to be a simple pasta dinner. Max had invited a few friends over, and in his eagerness to impress them with his culinary skills, he decided to make everything from scratch.
(I know, I know, he told me he wanted to have his little Nara Smith moment...I'll give it to him, I guess)
It started with the sauce. He had carefully selected ripe tomatoes and fresh herbs, determined to make the best marinara his friends had ever tasted. But things quickly went downhill. First, he accidentally doubled the amount of garlic. Not a huge issue, right? Just a little more flavor. But then, in his attempt to balance it out, he added way too much salt. Desperate to fix it, he threw in some sugar, which somehow made it even worse.
Next came the pasta. Max had repeatedly watched one Nara Smith video of her making fresh pasta and he figured it couldn’t be that hard.
News flash, incorrect answer buzzer.
He miscalculated the flour-to-egg ratio, resulting in a sticky, unmanageable dough. By the time he managed to roll it out, the dough was uneven and tearing. When he finally got it into the pot, it clumped together into a gooey mess.
Meanwhile, the kitchen was descending into chaos. The range hood was whirring at full blast, struggling to keep up with the smoke billowing from the pan. In his panic, Max forgot to turn the stove down, and the sauce began to boil over, spilling onto the burner and creating a scorched, acrid smell that filled the entire apartment.
Then came the final straw. Max decided to make garlic bread as a last-minute addition. He put it in the oven and got so distracted by the pasta disaster that he forgot about it entirely. By the time he remembered, the bread was more akin to charcoal, emitting a foul, burnt odor that overpowered even the smell of the burnt sauce.
His friends (He told me it was Lando, Daniel, and Carlos) arrived just in time to witness the aftermath. The kitchen was a war zone, with sauce splattered everywhere, clumps of dough sticking to various surfaces, and smoke lingering in the air. The range hood was doing its best, but it was no match for the chaos Max had created.
His friends tried to be polite (Well maybe Daniel and Carlos did but Lando certainly was not), but the horrified expressions on their faces said it all.
Max ended up ordering pizza, and the story became an infamous legend among his friends. They still teased him about it, making jokes about his "gourmet" cooking skills whenever they had the chance.
It was quite a funny story, as Max had vlogged the whole thing, originally wanting to use the video footage as evidence that he could actually cook.
That's fucking hilarious, if you ask me.
When he showed the video footage, I was quite literally cracking up. I swear I had never laughed as hard as I did in my life when he showed me it.
Remembering that story now, I couldn’t help but smile. The fact that he was back in the kitchen, despite that disastrous experience, said a lot about his determination.
And maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. I decided to get up and see for myself what he was up to, hoping that I wouldn't walk into another kitchen catastrophe.
On that account, I found myself to be, again, very much wrong.
It smelled funny in the kitchen.
There was a peculiar mix of something burnt and something…well, unidentifiable. As I approached, the smell intensified, and I began to worry. I rounded the corner to find Max standing over the stove, looking flustered. Smoke billowed up from the pan, and the range hood was struggling to keep up.
"Max, what on God's green earth are you doing?" I asked, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice. I was also, clearly failing at that too, as a hitch in my voice gave away what I was truly feeling.
Dear reader, I was about to burst into a torrential fit of laughter.
He glanced up, his face a mix of sheepishness and determination. "I was trying to make fried rice with beef and onions, but...uh, things aren't going as planned."
I raised an eyebrow. "Clearly. What happened?"
He sighed, waving a hand at the pan. "Well, first, I realized there wasn't much food in the fridge to begin with. I found some rice, a bit of beef, and an onion. Seemed like enough for a simple dish, right? But then the beef started to stick to the pan, so I added more oil, which made the onions cook too fast and burn. And now the rice is clumping together and sticking to everything."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Max, you are a disaster in the kitchen. This is even worse than the pasta incident."
He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know, I know. But I wanted to impress you. Clearly, I'm failing miserably."
I walked over and peered into the pan. The beef was charred in some spots and raw in others, the onions were practically disintegrated, and the rice looked like a sticky, burnt mess. "Impressive isn't exactly the word I'd use," I teased.
He grinned, despite the chaos. "Hey, at least I'm trying, right? That's got to count for something."
I shook my head, laughing. "It counts for effort, sure. But maybe you should stick to ordering takeout."
He gave me a mock serious look. "Or, you could teach me. You're the one with the design ideas. Maybe you have some cooking tips too?"
I pretended to think about it. "Hmm, I suppose I could. But only if you promise to listen and not improvise."
Max chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. "I promise. No more kitchen disasters."
I smiled, feeling a warm rush of affection. "Alright, let's see what we can salvage here. First things first, let's get rid of this burnt mess."
As we started cleaning up, Max kept sneaking glances at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know, I didn't just burn the food on purpose to get you to come out here and help me, but it's a nice bonus."
I rolled my eyes, playfully nudging him with my shoulder. "Nice try, Verstappen. But if you keep burning things, I might have to take over all the cooking."
"Deal," he said, his grin widening. "As long as you stay."
My heart skipped a beat at his words, and I couldn't help but smile. "You're lucky I'm a sucker for a cute guy who tries to cook."
Max chuckled, shaking his head. "And you're lucky I'm persistent. Now, let's make something edible before we both starve."
I glanced at the pitiful remains of our attempted fried rice. "Or," I suggested, "we could go to the grocery store and get some proper ingredients. Maybe start from scratch with something we can't mess up."
Max's eyes lit up with excitement. "A late-night grocery run? That sounds like a great idea. It's only 8 PM; we've got plenty of time."
I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of a spontaneous adventure. "Alright then, let's go. But first, let me change out of these pajamas."
Max grinned, leaning a little closer. "Deal. I'll clean up here while you get ready. But you know, you look pretty cute in those pajamas. Maybe we should make it a pajama party instead?"
I rolled my eyes playfully, feeling my cheeks warm. "Nice try, but I think I'll stick with something a bit more appropriate for public."
Max chuckled. "Alright, but don't keep me waiting too long. The sooner we get to the store, the sooner we can start our culinary masterpiece."
I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, now it's a culinary masterpiece? You have high hopes, Mr. Verstappen."
He shrugged, flashing a charming smile. "What can I say? I'm an optimist. Plus, with you by my side, how could it be anything but perfect?"
I laughed, shaking my head as I headed to the guest room to change. "We'll see about that. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Max's voice followed me down the hall. "I'll be counting the seconds, chef."
After changing into something more appropriate—a pair of jeans and a cozy sweater—I met Max in the living room. He had cleaned up the kitchen mess and was now waiting by the door, car keys in hand.
At the door, I slipped on a pair of Birkenstocks, leaning on Max to stabilize myself. Feeling myself slipping all of a sudden, Max grabbed onto my waist and steadied me up. His grip was firm, and I could feel the warmth of his hand through my shirt, sending a little shiver down my spine.
"Careful there," he teased, his voice low and close to my ear. "Wouldn't want you to fall for me… again."
I glanced up at him, catching the mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, I don't know, Max. It seems like you're getting pretty good at catching me."
He smirked, his hand still resting on my waist, holding me just a little closer than necessary. "Well, practice makes perfect, right?"
I couldn’t help but laugh softly, the playful tension between us impossible to ignore. "You might need a few more tries, though. I’m a bit of a klutz."
He chuckled, his thumb brushing lightly against my side. "Lucky for you, I’ve got all the time in the world." My heart was quite literally beating out of my chest and the sexual tension was getting to me. Noticing my beet red face, Max continued.
"Ready to go?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Ready," I replied, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves. (And still giggly from the whole previous ordeal)
Max held the door open for me with a dramatic flourish. "After you, my lady," he said with a mock bow.
I laughed, rolling my eyes playfully. "Such a gentleman. You really know how to impress a girl."
As we headed down to the underground garage, Max couldn't resist a bit more teasing. "So, do you have a grocery list, or are we winging it?"
"I think we should wing it," I said, grinning. "Who knows, maybe we'll discover some hidden culinary talents."
"Or set off the smoke alarm again," Max added, smirking.
I nudged him with my elbow. "Hey, I'm a decent cook. I promise I won't let you burn anything."
"Good to know," he replied, his smile widening as we reached his Aston Martin Vantage.
The sleek car gleamed under the garage lights, and I couldn't help but admire it. "Nice ride," I said, running a hand over the smooth surface.
"Thanks," Max said, a hint of pride in his voice. "I figured it would make a good impression."
"You figured right," I said with a wink.
As we pulled out onto the street, the city lights cast a warm glow over everything. The drive through the city was peaceful, the streets mostly empty at this hour. We chatted casually, the conversation flowing easily as we navigated through the urban maze. Max seemed to know the city well, effortlessly weaving through the streets as we made our way to the nearest grocery store.
As we drove through the city, the conversation continued to flow easily. "So, what kind of snacks are we getting?" Max asked, glancing over at me.
"Definitely some chocolate," I replied. "Maybe some chips too. What about you?"
"I was thinking ice cream," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know, for dessert after our gourmet fried rice."
I laughed, shaking my head. "You and your sweet tooth. Fine, we'll get ice cream. But only if you promise not to eat it all in one sitting."
"Deal," Max said, grinning. "I promise to save some for you."
"Max I've seen you devour so much food in one sitting, are you sure you are keeping that promise?" I roll my eyes in mock frustration.
He smirked, glancing over at me. "What can I say? I'm a growing boy."
"Growing boy, huh?" I teased. "Last time I checked, you were already fully grown."
"Just because I'm tall and handsome doesn't mean I can't still grow," he shot back, winking.
I snorted. "Tall and humble, too. Such a rare combination."
"Only for you," he said, placing a hand dramatically on his chest. "I reserve my best qualities for special occasions."
"Well, aren't I lucky?" I said with a laugh. "I guess I'll have to make sure to keep you around for more grocery runs."
"Hey, I'll take any excuse to spend time with you," he replied smoothly. "Even if it means resisting the urge to eat all the ice cream."
I pretended to ponder his words. "Hmm, maybe I should test your willpower. Get a couple of pints and see how long they last."
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you challenging me?"
"Maybe I am," I said, grinning. "Think you can handle it?"
"Oh, I can handle it," Max said confidently. "But can you handle me winning?"
I laughed, shaking my head. "We'll see about that. Just don't cry when I catch you sneaking spoonful's in the middle of the night."
"You're on," he said, eyes twinkling with amusement. "But be warned, I play to win."
The hum of the Aston Martin's engine was a soothing backdrop to our conversation. The car's interior was luxurious, with plush leather seats and a state-of-the-art dashboard. I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as we sped through the city, the lights blurring past us in a kaleidoscope of colors.
"So, do you do this often?" I asked, glancing over at Max.
"Late-night grocery runs?" he replied with a grin. "Not really, but I'm always up for an adventure."
I laughed, feeling a sense of camaraderie growing between us. "Well, I think this might be the most exciting grocery run I've ever been on."
Max chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Just wait until we get there. I might even let you pick out some snacks."
"Now you're talking," I said, grinning. "I will never not indulge in big back activities," The prospect of picking out snacks together felt oddly intimate, a small but meaningful step in getting to know each other better.
"Hey! You can definitely tell a lot about a person based on their favorite snacks. People who simply like spicy shrimp crackers are superior!"
Max raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in his gaze. "Spicy shrimp crackers? That’s a bold choice. I guess we'll see if our snack preferences align."
"They better," I said, rolling my eyes in mock annoyance. With that, we stepped outside, the crisp air greeting us as we made our way to the grocery store. The city buzzed around us, but all I could focus on was the warmth of his presence beside me and the anticipation of what was quickly becoming an unexpectedly perfect day.
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yourusername: what in the #domesticlife...#breadbedandbred
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maxverstappen1: This is a VERY misleading caption, Y/N
maxverstappen1: Nice post, though (please change the caption)
maxverstappen1: Christian also said that the caption is "sussy as hell"... whatever that means
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user2: ain't nothing SOFT about this LAUNCH y/n 😖😖🤯🫣
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user3: not her casually serving in a groccery store at night, i aspire to be second-slide-y/n
user4: DAMNNNNN IM SLEEPING ON THE HIGHWAY TNNNN GUYS 😐🤧
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user5: hand placement.... you better WATCH yourself
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everything i know about love. itoshi brothers (seperately!) x reader. bittersweet. fluff & angst. unrequited love.
☆彡– but really, how can he mourn for something he’s never had ?/ or, reasons why they’ll never love.
a/n: i’m so sorry for the way i delayed all my writings!! the rin thing took so long.
SAE ITOSHI can’t love. (at least, that’s what everyone believes, and what he tells himself.)
he doesn’t love. he criticises, observes, scorns it, but he doesn’t know how to love.
maybe that ability was lost a long time ago– along with his naive passion. maybe it was never there to begin with– a fitting explanation, it seems, for a heartless being like him.
sae itoshi doesn’t love. sae itoshi doesn’t allow himself to indulge in such luxuries. (after all, isn’t football supposed to be his only passion?)
but when he meets you, he feels like his world’s been thrown into turmoil.
you’re leagues above him, he thinks.
you’re more than he deserves; more than what he’s signed up for when he chose his future at the age of 13. there was no love included in the contract. there was only a sponsored one-way trip to spain.
(if anything, he could probably learn to love you.)
you’re kind. you’re so pretty to him that his heart aches when you smile at him. your accidental caresses to his skin makes it feel like it’s burning incessantly, permanently scarring where you touched him. your jokes are so bad sometimes a smile creeps out from his stoic face– but vanishes before you can point it out.
he likes you, but he’ll never love you.
not in this life.
(“you’ve probably noticed, but i do like you as more than a friend, sae.”
sae’s breath hitches. he wants, so desperately, to say yes.
he doesn’t.
your understanding smile lingers with him for days.)
it's no surprise when you start to draw away from him, really. but why does his heart ache when he thinks about a world of soccer– without you?
sae itoshi doesn't love, but now he'll be forever haunted by the whispers of what could have been.
RIN ITOSHI has a warped perception of love.
(after all, he's been hurt before. he knows of the horrors that the ephemeral feeling of love comes with. he knows how this story will end. but while sae itoshi cannot love, rin doesn't need it. he's given up on it, really; the very fabric of love having fallen into his category of 'lukewarm' even when he was a teenager who didn't know better.)
yet through the number of lenses you've seen him through over the years, you wonder if he truly is incapable of loving.
the flame in your heart grows bigger, despite the torrents of mental warnings in your head.
exhibit 1.
for someone who exhibits such emotionless behaviour, he really likes stupid dating sims. and he denies it vehemently, when asked.
“it’s not a matter of the romance. it’s so stupid that it takes my mind off things.” rin deadpans, raising an eyebrow at your sudden question.
exhibit 2.
cutely enough, he has an emo, teenager romance playlist.
(when you point it out, he disagrees that it’s angsty. "it's just for homework. i work better with songs i don't care about as white noise."
–the blatant lie that slips out of his mouth makes you question the very foundation your long standing friendship with rin. was he really that intent on lying about something so amusing?)
exhibit 3.
you've been rin's self proclaimed best friend for as long as you can remember. maybe preschool, or even before.
you know how hard it was for him to keep up with his prodigy brother. you know the lengths he's gone through to earn rank #1 on japan's top 300 footballers. you know rin itoshi, the boy behind the stoic and calculated facade. the boy who says he doesn’t cry, but sometimes finds himself tearing up over sentimental pet movies.
(it’s better this way, you know. it’s better to conceal the fact that you’ve been totally in love with him for almost a decade, from you were both angsty pre-teenagers in middle school until now, in your early twenties, when he’s becoming a rapidly-growing football celebrity and you’re still right where he left you, five years ago.)
there’s no happy ending to this story. there was never meant to be one.
exhibit 4. (the disaster)
it was a mistake.
okay, maybe it was less of a mistake, and more of an impulse decision, considering how little he regretted it the morning after.
he should regret it, shouldn’t he? it’s normal to not regret sleeping with the only person he trusts with his life, right? even if his feelings towards you were only platonic..?
he’s been enchanted by the illusions of love underneath the sheets. now he doesn’t know what to do– when he’s so wrapped up in thoughts of you, you, only you.
does he want to like you? no, heavens, no.
(does he like you, realistically, in an ideal world? yes. so much– maybe he would even sacrifice his career for you in another life.)
love is a curse. love ends everything. love is what fuels his hatred.
does he love you?
even if he does, it’ll be astronomically less than how much you love him, wouldn’t it? does it matter? when he’ll never be enough– when you deserve more?
his rejection– blunt, cold, hits you like a truck.
of course it does.
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a part of you will always like rin, you think.
rin is childish– rin, at his twenties– still doesn’t know the true extent of how much you actually like him. you don’t think you’ll ever tell him, either.
maybe you should move on.
how can you, when you’ve been in love with the same person for a decade–? how can you, when he was- is everything to you?
(how could he move on as well– when he’s completely ruined the only person who ever liked him genuinely– without any sort of obligation to do so? how could he, when he was the only one who could be blamed?)
maybe, in ten years, he’ll regret it.
11.22.2023
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INTRODUCING OUR CONTESTANTS...
Steve Carlsberg (Welcome to Night Vale)
Emperor Belos (The Owl House)
The Onceler (Lorax)
Emperor Palpatine (Star Wars)
Pikaman (Tumblr)
Warren the Eagle (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)
Lord Hater (Wander over Yonder)
Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)
Bill Hawks (Professor Layton)
Springtrap (Five Nights at Freddy's)
Walter White (Breaking Bad)
Cronus Ampora (Homestuck)
Jerry (Undertale)
Reigen Arataka (Mob Psycho 100)
Dr. N. Brio (Crash Bandicoot)
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Kavinsky (The Raven Cycle)
Dennis Reynolds (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia)
Lord Farquaad (Shrek)
Lemongrab (Adventure Time)
Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)
Thaddeus "Rusty" Venture (Venture Brothers)
Shin Tsumiki (Your Turn to Die)
Zim (Invader Zim)
L Lawliet (Death Note)
Flint Paper (Sam & Max)
BoJack Horseman (BoJack Horseman)
Connecticut Clark (Connecticut)
Fassad (Mother 3)
Baldi (Baldi's Basics)
Tony Stark (MCU)
Wallace (Wallace & Gromit)
Spamton G. Spamton (Deltarune)
Logan Roy (Succession)
Grima Wormtongue (Lord of the Rings)
Crux (The Locked Tomb)
Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)
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Tingle (Legend of Zelda)
The Grinch (The Grinch)
Benrey (Half-Life VR But The AI Is Self-Aware)
Sasuke Uchiha (Naruto)
Neighbor (Hello Neighbor)
Tighten (Megamind)
Scout / Jeremy (Team Fortress 2)
Santa Claus (Christmas)
Sans (Undertale)
Ben Chang (Community)
Olaf (Frozen)
Jurgen Leitner (The Magnus Archives)
Pierre (Stardew Valley)
Jesus Christ (The Bible)
Randy Jade (Dialtown)
Count Olaf (A Series of Unfortunate Events)
Trip (Facade)
William Murderface (Metalocalypse)
Syndrome (The Incredibles)
Martin Kratt (The Wild Kratts/Zooboomafoo)
Oswald Mandus (Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs)
Naven Nuknuk (Epithet Erased)
Wario (Mario)
Mordecai (Regular Show)
Glenn Quagmire (Family Guy)
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(im probably going to end up making my own at this point LOL)
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"You can lose a chart, you can lose a compass, but you can't lose the stars."
"In a literal sense... hunters and travelers of old certainly utilized the North Star for directional sense. My time in the wilds has enabled me to become quite proficient in that regard." "But I suppose it could be a metaphor as well. Those who shine brightest in our hearts will continue to direct us onward. May we strive to protect that light- as I'm sure you already do, Monsieur Kaveh."
There's several comrades that she has in mind for her statement, and the mere thought of them promotes a warmth that blooms from her chest. If it were not for those that took the time to support her and get to learn her, it's likely that Clorinde would have never made it this far. Petronilla, who first extended her hand to a dirty, ratty child with no name or purpose. Born to struggle in the dirt, and abandoned as if she never mattered in the first place- only for her worth to be seen in another who she owed her life to. If she were to see the Duelist now, would she be proud? Would she find it to be a blessing that she made her decision to take Clorinde into her life so many years ago?
Navia, the closest friend she's ever had. The fateful picnic decades ago that saw her tugged along by the hand, peals of childish laughter causing her heart to hammer in her chest for a reason other than fear. While Petronilla taught her the blade and the art of war, the Caspars taught her love; while her parents never stopped to acknowledge her, Callas Caspar always treated her as his own daughter. Clorinde remembers the first moment that he hugged her, and the way her eyes burned with tears unshed-- the first time in her life that she ever felt as if she had a father.
Furina, who initially began as her liege, and quickly developed into something far more treasured. Though she no longer serves as her Archon, the woman is embedded deeply into her heart as a friend who has done everything in her power to save Fontaine... and as a result, Clorinde's own life. She'd go to war for Furina, as she has before, and this time- it wouldn't be out of duty, but out of familial love.
Wriothesley, the man whose cold facade had been chipped away at over the years they had collaborated together. While the two of them only functioned as colleagues and a strange sort of 'coworkers' for a long period of time, the hours spent with him over a cup of tea quickly made her come to realize that the two of them shared more in common than she initially believed. Nowadays, her trips to the Fortress are just as much for work as they are for companionship-- though he's never said as much, it's a hunch that the Duke wishes for her to try every tea in his collection at least once. And Clorinde will, committing every flavor to memory as it changes from one visit to the next.
Neuvillette, who still functions as her boss and always will. Underneath her duty and calling lies a trust that could never be tarnished, as the Iudex's service is unchanging and unwavering in his impartiality. Though Clorinde is his blade, she is also a comrade who would go to any lengths to ensure both his safety... and his comfort. If she can help, she will-- and the Duelist sincerely hopes that he understands the sentiment from her. Neither of them speak many words to each other, but they understand one another. And sometimes, that's all that matters. Chiori, whose sharp tongue and scathing remarks constantly keep Clorinde in line. The seamstress knows the Duelist well enough to provide her with excellent quality uniforms that fit her so perfectly; in design and functionality. Not only are Chiori's skills unrivaled, but so is her unbridled honesty-- if Clorinde ever chooses to divulge her struggles, she knows wholeheartedly that she'll receive an answer that many others may be afraid to say out loud. Where many fear her simply for her title of Champion Duelist... Chiori is one who would seek to challenge it, treating her as if she was simply another customer of her boutique.
Sedene, the Melusines... Accepting of others in an unconditional love that brings a smile to her face during every interaction. It's no wonder that the Iudex is quite taken with them, though Clorinde suspects that the story runs much deeper than that. Their loyalty to the Court of Fontaine is something she can appreciate, and the jovial spirit they exude any time a greeting is extended to her-- frankly, it's one of the favorite parts of her days. Lyney, Lynette, Freminet. It doesn't seem right to address them all individually considering their attachment to each other, but each of them holds their own soul and heart in a stark contrast to their differing personalities. Where Lyney is a star that shines brightest, Lynette is the shadow cast by his light-- and it's fitting for someone such as her, striving to support and promote her brother in a way that no one else ever could. Clorinde can relate, to a degree, when her sun that she orbits takes the spotlight in a way that she deserves. Freminet, though quiet and reserved far more than the other two, has a kind soul that deserves to be cherished and celebrated. Perhaps one day, once the boy has become more receptive to social interaction, others will come to realize the treasure that he is to the world.
"I'll make sure the stars of my life guide me ever onwards. Thank you, for your words."
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Paved Paths Legacy Challenge
I created my own legacy challenge which is more story driven. There is room to create your own spin and levels to the story, but I wanted something sorta realistic.
There are no gender or sexuality requirements in this. Style and create the characters preferences as you wish!
Feel free to share any ideas on how I can make it better. Hope you enjoy!
Generation 1: Bootstraps
Story: Finally in the position to put roots down and get established They are able to pick themselves up from their bootstraps. From hard work in crafting and gardening they’re able to slowly build their home, fall in love and potentially begin having a family.
Career: Craft table and gardening
Trait(s): Family Oriented, Loner
Goals
Begins with 0 simoleons and homeless
Cottage Living – Lot must have Simple Living Trait
Complete ¾ Successful Lineage Aspiration
Max Gardening Skill
Max Handiness Skill
Build Furniture to decorate house
Never moves from original lot
Sunday Family Dinners
At least 2 Children
Generation 2: Anything is Possible
Story: After watching their parent(s) build something out of nothing, they have a whimsical open mindedness to the world of possibility. Some may believe they’re naive and head in the clouds, but this sim thinks there are no limits to what may happen. True love? Yes please! Happy family? Sounds great! The world is not always that simple and the hard truth is to come.
Career: Actress/Musician
Trait(s): Goofball, Lazy
Goals
Inherits % of family wealth when moves out (100/amount of children)
Complete Soulmate Aspiration
Max Acting/Instrument Skill
Max Comedy Skill
Have Spouse cheat on Heir
“Friend Group” must go out every Friday
At least 3 kids (1 must be from different partner)
Generation 3: Right Path
Story: Watching your parent(s) be in some way – irresponsible – has turned them into a “realist” or in other words a pessimist. This sim is obsessed with doing things the “right way” and having what others have and MORE. One might say they’re obsessed with checking the boxes of life.
Career: Business/Politician
Trait(s): Jealous, Ambitious, Materialistic
Goals
Inherits % of family wealth when moves out (100/amount of children)
Complete Fabulously Wealthy Aspiration
University – Get Business Degree
Max Charisma Skill
Max Logic Skill
Dinner Party once a week
Marry while a Young Adult
First and only child as an Adult
Generation 4: Sense of Duty
Story: Work hard and you will succeed is what they were raised on, and is what they will continue. However, it is all a facade to them. They have kids and a family out of a feeling of obligation and keep them in line the only way they know how. RULES, RULES, and more RULES.
Career: Military/Secret Agent
Trait(s): Hates Children, Active
Goals
Inherits 100% of family wealth
Complete Body Builder Aspiration
Max Active Skill
Max Logic Skill
Go on at least 3 “Family Camping Trips”
Outdoor Adventures – actual camping vacation
Base Game – Spend the weekend at a public park
Heir is main Disciplinary in household
Growing Together – Heir has strict dynamics with kids
Have 4 kids
Generation 5: Great Power
Story: Want to talk about generational trauma? To be in this family, the standards are high. They will achieve it though. A revolutionary of the mind cannot be ignored and praise from the world fuels their fire. Sometimes the family gets put on the back burner. What does that matter when there is eternal glory in academia and accomplishments?
Career: Astronaut/Scientist
Trait(s): Genius, Snob
Goals
Inherits % of family wealth when moves out (100/amount of children)
Complete Villainous Valentine Aspiration
University – Get Degree
Max Rocket Science Skill
Max Relations with Partner
Heir gets divorced
Growing Together – Complicated family dynamic with kids
Heir is distant parent
Have at least 1 child
Generation 6: Anarchy
Story: Fed up with never being good enough for the family, they break away from them as a whole. Name change and disaffiliation is key to being angry at the world. After years of stealing and taking karma into their own hands, their first born changes everything. The miracle of life awakes this warmth in them and all they want is to share their love with their kids.
Career: Criminal Career
Trait(s): Kleptomaniac
Goals
Inherits 0 simoleons and homeless
Complete Master of Mischief Aspiration
Max Charisma Skill
Use ‘Ask for Loan’ once a day
Quit Criminal Career when first born becomes Child
Can start any career from level 1
Single parent, never marries
Has 2-4 kids
Generation 7: Hear Me Out
Story: As a child they never knew much about their lineage, but knew their parent did whatever it took to keep a roof over their head and to show them love. Grateful for the sacrifices made for them, they decide to tell their parent’s story. A life of experience and story telling is more than fulfilling for this sim.
Career: Writer/Teacher
Trait(s): Romantic, Perfectionist
Goals
Inherits % of family wealth when moves out (100/amount of children)
Complete Friend of the World Aspiration
Max Writing Skill
Reach level 6 in 4 other skills
Must have strong relationship with immediate family members
Write Biography (book about their family)
Vacation once a week
Base Game – Stay at rentals
Jungle Adventure/Outdoor Living/etc. – Take 2 day vacations
Has no Kids
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chasing you | park jongseong
pairing ‣ smart girl!fem reader x rich boy!jay ft 02liners : park sunghoon & jake sim + ningning (aespa)
genre ‣ slow burn romance, rich kids au, unrequited love kind of, angst, NO smut but contains suggestive contents (not much)....
warnings ‣ lots of 'babe', slap scenes, mentions of sex and r rated topics, cigarettes and smoking, profanity. NOT PROOFREAD.
rating ‣ 16+
wc ‣ 32k
a/n ‣ first of all, i'm truly sorry for the very late delay of this fic, it's about a year late... happy new years, uhm and i hope you enjoy this fic! it's quite messy, please bear with me i wanted to put out something for u guys :)) have fun reading! (i got so lovesick for jay by the end of it.)
YOUR HEAD IS POUNDING AT EVERY SECOND that goes by, your heart rate pulsing profusely, you think you might actually lose your mind from trying to solve this one particular math question.
you would ask your mathematics teacher for help but you were determined that you could finish this on your own, at least that’s what you thought so.
placing down the calculator, you let out a sigh.
“y/n, you wanna follow us to the cafeteria?” you look up to your friend who’s standing by the entrance with your other classmates, asking you on a trip to the cafeteria.
“no thanks yizhou, you guys go ahead!” you say with a smile, waving her off. you needed to let go of this stress that’s piled up from your mathematics problem. you contemplate whether to do it or not, finally giving in that you very much needed it after not doing it for a few days now.
getting up from your seat, you exit the classroom with your pouch. giving everyone that greeted you a smile and a greet back, you quickly made your way to the back alley of your school building.
you look around for any other students or teachers roaming around but no one was anywhere near the area, leaving you with a relieved sigh.
you pull up your skirt up to the upper part of your thigh, stopping when you spot your thigh strap and take out the pack of cigarettes. tapping the box on your palm, you unwrap the box and take out a cigarette stick.
placing it between your lips, you take out your lighter— lighting it up and finally taking a blow.
“fucking finally.” you say, blowing out the smoke.
this definitely isn't what a model student is supposed to look like, smoking in broad daylight itself.
smoking in general, actually.
but you gave up caring about it long ago. what mattered was that this facade you have of yourself, as long it isn't revealed you'll be fine.
at least till university, or at least till you're finally free from your parents.
it's only natural that the only heir and single child of a highly respected, noble and high-class family is perfect in all ways possible.
you surely live up to your image and name, the perfect daughter that aces all her subjects in school, ranking high both in curriculum and academics. always getting first in every aspect, classy and elegant.
always exceeding all your parents expectations leaving nothing behind. you are the pride and face of your family.
but all that comes with it's disadvantages too, you're a human being after all— of course you have your flaws. but the catch is, no one knows about this side of you definitely.
you'd be damned if anyone even found out
other than your best friend, and the only one you trust— yizhou. she's been there ever since you both were in diapers.
both of your families being close was an advantage too, you and yizhou are inseparable at all costs. yizhou being your perfect partner in crime, best friend ; all in one.
that being said, she too— is no different than you. being the perfect ace of her family, she too has the very same flaws as you.
every once and now, you both sneak out to smoke and have fun— what exactly is teenage dream is you don't have the time of your life and live out your teenage years.
although this was just a plug out for the both of you caused by the stress from your families, school and having to live up the perfect image you both have painted over you— you both know better than to get caught and screw over your lives.
over time it's become an usual thing for the both of you, you and yizhou come out to this spot for a blunt every once in a while— sneak out at nights in the disguise and getting wasted but in the eerie hours of the night, leaving no traces of your rebelliousness behind.
just as you're about to take your next blow, the sound of a zippo lighter being shut close brings you back to reality from the train of thoughts.
oh my god.
you freeze in absolute horror. ‘fuck i’m screwed’ runs through your mind as the cig falls between your fingers straight to the ground.
turning to your right in absolute slow-motion, your heart drops at the scene.
it's fucking park jongseong.
and he's staring right at you as he smokes a blunt, the smoke leaving his lips where you can see it curve into a slight smirk.
oh lord, you are screwed.
"y/n! look what i found!" yizhou pops out of nowhere from your left with a big smile that immediately drops to a gasp when she sees you, a cigarette on the ground and jay who's smoking a blunt.
you bite your lip as your eyebrows furrowed in absolute embarrassment and horror.
wrong timing yizhou, real wrong timing.
yizhou stares at you and jay back and forth, not knowing what to say. all you could do was mouth to her 'LEAVE!'
"uhm— i'll uh, leave. y/n come back quick, mr.kim is on his way to the class." with that yizhou disappears into dust as soon as she says that.
you on the other hand, slowly put your lighter into the pocket of your blazer and gather up the courage to just escape without saying a thing.
because one, you don't know how to come up with a believable lie to jay (not like you owe him one anyway)— like he didn't just witness you take a blow from your cigarette
and two, because you're absolutely fucked!
you still feel jay's gaze on your back when you debate to just walk past him or to just stay there until he says something.
if it wasn't obvious by now, jay is no stranger to you. park jay, notoriously known all over the school for being an obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy.
the son of a wealthy family, trust fund baby among other things. his college was already paid for in advance although he's still in high school at the moment— not including the bribing, and he was the darling among many.
having the looks of a sculpture, you're quite disappointed when a face like his is wasted because of his attitude and reputation.
jay was the poster boy for the term ‘bad influence’. he is the type of teenager every parent tells their kids to stay away from.
it truly didn't help either cause' you already have quite an unpleasant history with him. he's the past that you never want to relive— the mistake that you never want to repeat ever again.
and you mean it, so that's why you decided to just walk away pretending like he wasn't even there to begin with.
less the embarrassment but bigger the risk of your little secret being exposed.
your life was on the line at the moment.
"didn't know the miss little goody-two-shoes had bad habits after all."
there he goes. you turn around to face him with an unamused expression plastered on your face.
"mind your own business, park." you say, rolling your eyes and walking past him.
unfortunately, jay's fast reflexes don't go to waste when he pulls you by your wrist back to where he's at.
"wh— let me go!" your eyes widens as you gasp loudly at him pulling you all of a sudden. jay holds you back just before your back could hit the wall making your heart skip a beat.
"my bad, y/n." jay chuckles at your shocked figure, apologizing for pulling you unannounced.
"my bad? are you crazy! why'd you pull me like that!" you scoff at him, pushing him away when you realize almost how close he is to you.
crazy ass bastard! you cuss him mentally in your head, knowing if you said it out loud it would just make things a lot worse than it already is for you.
gosh, all you wanted was to never speak a word to him ever again.
jay only shrugs at you, a sly smirk plastered on his stupid face which only riles up your rage towards him.
deciding it's best that you leave before he says something that gets on your nerve even worse, you attempt to move.
which again, you failed to do so.
"give me a cig before you go." jay says, holding your upper arm in an attempt to hold you back.
"what?" your eyebrows furrowed in confusion— or at least you pretend to. you can play it off, you hope you can besides he already has one in his hand anyway why would he need another from you?
"you heard me, y/n."
"i don't know what you're talking about." you say, clearing your throat lightly to brush off the awkwardness in your answer.
jay lets out a sigh, dropping his almost done cigarette to the ground then stepping on it so it dies out.
he steps closer to you, making you back away slowly but your luck today seemed to be the worst because as soon as you take a step back, your body is already met with the wall behind you.
jay gives you a small smirk as he leans in, his hand trapping you between the wall and the other lingering just above the hem of your skirt.
shit. you're done.
"don't play dumb y/n, i clearly caught you in the act so i don't know why you're acting dumb. you're a smart girl, right?" jay's hot breath fans across your skin, it smells like fucking cigarettes.
not like it was a new smell to you anyway but whatever he was doing to you right now— it was no good. and you knew it all too well, feels like déjà vu at this point.
the weird feeling in the pit of your stomach, your heart rate picking up by every second that goes by, jay right above you, staring down at you with that stupid alluring smirk— all of this felt like you were reliving your past once again.
"jay i have no idea what are you talking abo—"
"should i get it myself?"
that one question leaves your mouth falling apart and you in shock.
"w-what?" you honestly felt stupid to be stuttering because of how flustered jay has you, but how were you even supposed to react to what he just said?
"should i," he says as he gets near you even more— "get the cig myself?" if anyone spotted the both of you right now it would definitely look like jay was kissing you.
that was one thing you absolutely despised.
you would rather walk into a pool for hand sanitizer then burn yourself with a lighter than to kiss this absolute menace.
(ignoring the fact that he practically did kissed you before back then but that's the past and it stays there.)
he was practically speaking right into your ear right now, like a damn 8d asmr.
jay's hands trails up your thigh, just few more inches away from your thigh strap— you finally snap back into your senses, slapping his hand from your thigh.
"take your hands off me," you grunt, having enough of the stupid trick he was about to try on you.
been there, you know better than to not fall for it again.
pulling up your skirt, you snatch the box from the strap with force and hand it to jay.
"have the whole box you idiot." you say, sticking up your middle finger at him, only to get back the same chuckle from earlier.
"if the word gets out, jay. wish the chances of living a goodbye." you threaten him and storm off without giving him a chance to reply.
yeah, this is definitely the last time you're ever gonna smoke in the school compound.
GROWING UP you were always way ahead of every other kid your age. whether it was in academics, curriculum activities, talents, etc.
having to grow up alone in a household where your parents were busy and never really cared unless it had anything to do with school or your reputation, you never really found yourself being actually happy even once.
your mom was the type of person who would enquire everything out of you, making sure you had no flaws and was always on the right track— making sure that you'd never fall behind or ruin your reputation.
which meant the mindset she had eventually grew on you.
you started thinking you were better than everyone and having a superiority complex. of course all that while making sure you would never come off as rude to anyone as you had to keep up your 'perfect little kind girl' image.
you have always been careful with picking friends or simply hanging out with certain circles of people. types of people like jay were what you have always been aware of and wanted to stay away from.
but he was never even that bad until high school happened.
you and jay go way back in those days.
you have known jay ever since your elementary school days. you still remember the first time you ever saw him.
it was the first day of school, you were pretty much minding your own business, making sure you only focused on yourself, getting your work done, going to tutor and going home.
that was pretty much your routine.
that's until you were met with a boy weeping his eyes out in an empty classroom while you were heading to yours.
"uhm.. are you crying?" you ask the boy, staring at him while your heart was feeling sorry for him already.
"i," he says between his sobs, "i-i think im l-lost."
you approach him with a small smile on your face, as you put your _my little pony_ pink bag on the floor and crouched next to him.
"that's okay silly! why are you crying about it?" you laugh, engulfing the sobbing boy in your arms.
"i'm scared.." he sobs into your arms while you rub his back, calming him down.
it took him quite a while to settle down from the crying as you managed to calm him down. you took him by his hand and led him to his classroom which you had to ask him multiple times as to where it was, but at the end you waved him goodbye as he went back into his classroom.
flashing his little bright smile, a missing tooth was also seen but you never addressed it.
and your class was also long forgotten.
so since your history with jay goes way back, even before your little misery with him began— you don't know if jay remembers you from back then because you never mentioned your name to him, but you remember seeing him on his nametag.
not like it even if he remembers matters anyway, he's still an asshole. a major one at it too.
it had always been you and yizhou from the start, you never really had anyone other than yizhou so your life was just boring besides the life that you had in display for everyone else to see.
your daily routine was almost just, school, eating, cram class or tuitions, studying, yizhou, and sleeping.
if you were lucky, at times you would accompany your parents to their business events but you were always back home before curfew because of school.
so when you met jay again in freshman year, your life wasn't too boring. but you should've known better when you stayed away from his problematic ass for a reason.
jay being the poster boy for the term 'bad influence' was already a warning from the start. a big red flag too.
at first when you were asked to be in a class project with him, you thought you could just finish the work with him and it'll all be done in a few days.
but no, you were wrong.
the project at start was just you both doing the work and all. but then jay started being friendly with you, he started hanging out with you.
the longer he started to stay, the more he made you laugh, he started making you feel things for him, the more you started to open up to him, the more you started to be comfortable with him.
you eventually developed feelings for him overtime, and you knew it wasn't going to end well. but you thought maybe it would be different for once, because the mere thought you knew jay was convincing enough for your foolish self.
"we're almost done with the project, i guess this is our last session together?" you clasp your hands together at the finished product of the project.
turning to jay, you give him a bright smile as he returns the same one back making your heart flutter.
he had a gorgeous smile, god really took his time on making jay's smile did he?
jay doesn't say anything except for just smiling at you, as his gaze lingers on you.
"what? why are you staring at me?" you ask, chuckling at him as your hands come up to cover your face— suddenly feeling that maybe something's on your face.
"do i have something on my face?" you ask, touching your face but jay only laughs.
"yeah," jay says, taking your hands away from your face. "you've got a breathtaking beauty."
blood rushes up to your face in embarrassment. you were blushing for god's sake! this boy is out to kill you from all the sweet talking.
"oh my gosh, jay!" you whine, shaking your head at the sudden compliment.
"what? i'm telling you the truth!"
"you're lying!"
"m’ not!"
"you are!"
"should i prove you wrong then?"
you stare at jay with a growing smile that you bite back down. silence takes over as jay glances over your eyes and then your lips making your stomach do flips.
oh shit. it's happening— the scenes that you've only seen in movies but the only difference was you were experiencing in real life.
he starts to lean in, capturing you in place as your back hits his soft mattress. yes, you're doing the project in his room.
that wasn't even the crazy part for you, what's crazy was the fact THE jay park is right above you, eyes clouded in absolute lust when he stares at you.
"i can never get tired staring at you, y/n." he says, almost like a whisper as his face inches close to yours second by second.
his lips gazes upon your on so _so_ close from closing the gap between your lips.
until his phone rings, interrupting the both of you.
of course you both had to be interrupted.
ignoring the disappointing pang in your heart, you put up a smile where your eyes were shaped into tiny crescents.
"jay your phone." you say when he doesn't budge, still so close to you.
"it's not important." he says, giving a small smile to you— shrugging the phone call off.
but it doesn't stop ringing, so you just convince jay to answer it. it could be important after all besides it was getting annoying too.
jay just sighs, placing a small kiss on the corner of your lips before he goes to answer his phone.
it turned out to be his _friend_ rina, she seemed to be crying into the call, you couldn't hear what she was saying but you could hear the sobs.
"i'll be there in a second." jay ends the call with that, as he sets down the phone and turns to you with a sad smile.
"i gotta go, my e— a friend needs me." he says and sighs sadly.
"it's fine! you should go jay, i was going to leave anyway." you say, getting up from his bed and brushing your skirt off as you pick up your bag.
"im sorry," jay apologizes but you just smile at him, waving him off.
"it's alright, your friend needs you. it's probably important, you should really go." you say, walking over to his door to leave.
before you could walk out, you hear jay call after you. turning around, you see jay standing as he smiles at you with the biggest smile you've ever seen.
"go out with me."
you wish you never heard those words exit his mouth when you see him locking lips with his friend rina.
he screwed you over, played the shit out of you, ruined your trust and broken your heart.
in the most brutal way possible.
at the place he asked you to meet him at for the date you find him locking lips with his ex lover, rina.
you remember how much pain you went through that day, the following days, months and a year.
you remember crying to bed each night after that, how you clutched onto your chest as you tried to stop the hurt in your heart.
you are gullible and easy to be taken advantage of. and jay took that opportunity to screw you over so perfectly. you were the perfect muse for his breakup.
a rebound, that's what you were. nothing much than just a mere eye candy that he wanted to have and fuck with.
you ignored jay, his calls, his texts, everything and whenever he showed outside your class, you remember leaving without a look his way.
not a single word said to him after the whole mess.
and you certainly remember holding yizhou back when she was so close to pulling up at his house with a sledgehammer from her basement.
moving on took a toll on you as well, your studies were affected but you fixed it before you mum could find out a thing about what happened.
she would skin you alive if she ever found out you were hanging out with a boy, yet alone a big mess like jay.
you definitely had a hard time from the past that kept taunting you continuously to the point where all you needed was something to let out all your misery and stress out.
a cigar.
you remember taking a hit and it clogged up your airway making you cough like you were about to die out of suffocation.
convincing yourself it wasn't too bad, you took another blow, and another, then another and again, again and again.
you were a little hesitant about it at first, but you kind of just gave up on worrying about it. if it gave you the opportunity to let go of everything then you were gonna take it.
it became a forbidden habit that only yizhou knew, you were totally shocked that when you told her about that secret you felt guilty for keeping away from her— only to find out yizhou had been doing it for years now.
though you felt a slight betrayal, you knew that even if yizhou had told you— the y/n you were way before you met jay wouldn't have ever agreed or done it.
overtime it became a coping mechanism and a regular routine. but that was only as far as you can go, you kind of knew better than to get yourself into any other mess.
especially something if your mum found out, she would burn you alive.
after the whole thing you barely heard about jay, you just went on with your life minding your own business making sure there was never a jay in your life, ever.
you saw him in the hallways from time to time but you acted like he was invisible, like he wasn't even existent.
and that's how it was supposed to be, but how was he out of all the people that could've found out about your bad habits— why did he have to be the one.
again?
AS SOON AS CLASS ENDED you packed your things and tried to leave early with yizhou for a study session your mum had planned for the both of you at your house.
"y/n i think i'll be late, i'm gonna drop by my place to get my notes, is that fine by you?" yizhou asks, tapping your shoulder when she gets up.
"oh sure, i'll wait for you?" you ask her, swinging your bag across your shoulder.
"mm just start without me, i'll cover the topic i'll be missing later at night." you decide not to dig further and just nod then waving her goodbye before you exit the class.
plugging in your airpods, you shuffle through the downloaded podcast of your chapters that you were going to study as prep from tutors you found online.
stuffing your hands into your blazer, you walked along the corridor filled with a wave of students.
memorizing each important points in your head, you unconsciously nod along to it.
people might have mistaken it that you were bopping your head to a song because when your airpod was taken away, you came to a halt.
"damn, i thought it was a song."
the universe had to hate. you were definitely convinced that it does because you're met with jay. again.
and you were already getting annoyed now.
your blood just boils at the sight of him, he just had to make you so annoyed. that stupid smirk on his face only managed to piss you off even more.
"i'd appreciate it if you didn't bother me and just go away?" you say with an annoyed tone, snatching your airpod away from him.
"calm down babe, you're talking like i murdered your pet or something." jay says, shrugging his shoulders.
"don't call me babe." you squint your eyes, snarling at him. as much as the past you would've fell to her knees when she heard that, now you wouldn't even bat an eye for his stupid tricks.
"ok fine, love? is that fine by you?"
you scoff in disbelief. was he seriously trying to flirt with you?
"can you shut up, oh my god." you say, sighing. "look jay, i don't want to be late wasting my time on you so just go away."
jay stares at you for a good three seconds before his lips curve up into that infamous smile that swoons over every single living female— except for you.
you were exceptional, not falling for his tricks!
"you want me to go away? i'm afraid that won't be happening anytime soon." he says, pouting mockingly.
"what bullshit are you talking about?" you ask, crossing your arms across your chest, the airport warming up against your sweaty palms.
"it's not bullshit but let's strike a deal."
that's your cue to leave and you took it. shaking your head you chuckle in mockery, "that's exactly my sign to leave because i'm not hearing you out. at all."
you turn around to plug your airpods in but jay grabs onto your forearm, pulling you again for like not the first time today.
you yank your arm away from him, glaring at him for pulling you like that and also because he stopped you.
your mum's gonna yell at you for being late, shit.
"hear me out, babe."
"I told you to not call me babe and no, jay. take a fucking hint." you say the slight whine by the end of your sentence. you were actually getting annoyed this time.
"you're hot when you cuss." jay says, smiling at you.
"jay." you warn, not wanting to deal with his foolery now that you're actually running super late.
"okay fine, i'll keep your secret safe and sound if you……" he puckers his lips out slightly as he looks around to think.
right, you weren't oblivious to this. he's clearly trying to get you back.
"tutor."
"what?" you ask, furrowing your eyebrows as you ponder if you heard him right or not.
"tutor me, babe."
you stare at him for a good minute, wondering if he's actually fucking crazy. no like actually, you stared at him.
"you should take a picture, it'll last longer."
that definitely brings you back to earth from your confusion.
"first of all, shut up. and second, no." you say, shaking your head, as you look up at the gigantic menace.
"why not?" he asks, stepping closer to you which makes you step back, keeping a fair distance between you.
his stupid cologne was giving you nostalgia. that familiar smell of Jo Malone that was weirdly a perfect match for him lingers in the air.
"because i'm busy, and most definitely do not want to get involved with you anymore."
jay scoffs at you which you glare at, gripping onto your bag strap almost about to tear it off apart.
"fine, if you're gonna act like that then…" he stuffs his hands into his blazer, pulling out the very same box that you had strapped around your thigh a few hours prior to this.
it gets a reaction out of you when you gasp and jay smirks in satisfaction. exactly what he wanted.
"oh yeah let me share this too," jay says, then turning around to let out a loud announcement which sent you into panic as you stride to jay on the other side and slap your hand across his mouth.
"say another word and you won't see the light of the day." you grunt at him, tightening the grip in his mouth which makes him pull your first away as he winces in pain.
"shit what the fuck is your hands made of?" jay asks, tapping his mouth area softly, wincing when it hurts.
"doesn't matter but what the hell are you doing!" you ask him, totally not holding back the urge to tackle him to the ground and strangle him till he passes out.
jay's pain suddenly just disappears instantly being replaced with a content grin.
"so is it a yes or no, y/n?"
you look at him for a good three seconds before finally giving in with a sigh.
"fine." you mutter, then frowning when you see jay overwhelmed with joy as he grins at you.
"on a few conditions. we need to set some ground rules, park." you say, crossing your arms across your chest.
"do we really have to?" he asks, scoffing lightly which doesn't go unnoticed by you.
"take it or leave it, jay."
"whatever. "
you plug in your airpods into your ear, then holding onto your bag.
"if that is all, then i have a study session that im _incredibly_ late for. " you say, spinning on the heel of your feet and walking away without letting jay let the last word of the conversation.
jay on the other hand didn't seem to be bothered by you leaving because the mere thought of being able to be around you was already making him feel like he's on cloud nine once again.
too in daze, he doesn't realise his friend approaching him with his jaw on the floor.
"i-is that y/n? or am i just short sighted and accidentally saw you talking to THE y/n. like y/n y/l/n or am i too tired that i'm hallucinating?" sunghoon's little list of questions breaks jay out of his joy, looking over his friend with a huge smile.
the silence and jay's smile says it all. sunghoon didn't need another reassurance that it was indeed you, y/n y/l/n.
"holy shit."
ARRIVING BY THE GATES of the mansion you lived in, owned by your parents— you didn't want to go in but picked up the remaining courage you had in yourself and head inside.
you wave at mr.ha with a small smile which he returns wholeheartedly, it eases the stress lightly but still wasn't too assuring.
at least it was something.
mr.ha is the security guard that guards the mansion by the small post near the gates, and you've known him ever since you could learn how to walk.
he also worked other jobs like being a friend you could hang out with whenever your parents weren't home or were too busy to bother you. or making sure you get home safe and sound every time you snuck out with yizhou, never questioned a thing just making sure you were safely back home without getting into any trouble.
the thoughts of mr.ha left as soon as you reached the gigantic wooden doors at the entrance of your home.
you head inside to an eerie atmosphere, it wasn't new. it was something you were used to ever since the ripe age of ten.
you take the right side of the stairs that lead up to the second floor of the mansion, where your room was on the end of the parted hallway.
before you could turn into the corridor, the heels clicking onto the marble floor from behind you stopped you in your tracks.
"half an hour late."
you held in the urge to sigh back, afraid your mom would lecture you on how rude that was. you turn around to see your mom standing in the middle of the hallway, staring right at you sending a chill down your spine.
“i’m so—” your mom cuts you short, as she approaches you.
“punctuality is important y/n. you will never survive in the real world when you lack even the tiniest bit. i have stressed this multiple times, i believe." your mom's strict tone thickens with each word that leaves her mouth.
your nails began to mark tiny crescents by how hard you were balling your hands into a fist behind you in frustrations.
“my apologies mum, it won’t happen again,” you say, voice almost inaudible at how low it was. your mum raises her eyebrows at your apology, giving you a glare for even having the guts to answer her back.
“why are you late? where is yizhou?”
you bite your lip, as you remain your gaze on the marble floor. how were you going to explain to her that you were with a guy that is why you are late. she would absolutely skin you alive for even looking a guy in his eyes and talking to him.
you couldn’t lie to her but you also didn’t want her to know about jay.
“my teacher asked me if i could help tutor his student. his student was failing his classes and he thought i could be a huge help to help that kid graduate,” you say, not a single stutter or a single trace that she could pinpoint on that you were lying.
“and yizhou is stopping by her house.”
you weren’t exactly lying nor were you telling the complete truth. the part where you were asked to tutor was true indeed but the part where your teacher had asked was a made up lie. but your mom didn’t have to know.
what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
“tutor? you barely have enough time to add in more tuitions i have in list to sign you up for— let alone tutor someone?” your mum asks, arms crossed against her chest as she stands across you.
shit, she’s serious.
“i can use my free time up for that mom, it won’t interrupt my studies.” you reason. “my teacher asked for help, i couldn’t possibly say no to him after all the pleading, mom.”
your mom decides to not drag the issue anymore further, after all, she knows that if you mess up your studies even in the slightest way possible— you’re totally done for it. besides, she figured this would look good on your papers when you apply for college, it wasn’t too bothersome.
“okay. get ready for the study session, you have tuition after that. don’t be late to it, this will be your last warning.” with that, she heads back into her office leaving you alone in the hallway.
you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. without wanting to stress about this, you head into your room, locking the door as soon as you got in.
placing your bag by your desk, you plopped onto your bed and close your eyes, taking in the comforts and how you could practically live your entire life just sleeping there. nothing beats the feeling of coming back home and laying down on your bed after a long day.
other than the feeling of coming back home to loving parents who greeted their kids with “how was your day at school?”, “was it alright?”, “hope you had fun, let’s eat together!”— but of course, it was nothing you could experience in this lifetime.
your thoughts were interrupted by a notification ring on your phone. reaching over into your blazer, you fish out your phone and lay back down on your bed.
but the unknown contact number had you jolted up, sitting on your bed with your jaw on the floor. you had remember changing your number after the whole jay screwing you over fiasco so how did he get your number? again.
+82XX XXXX XXXX :
hey babe
staring at the text, you contemplate on ignoring it or not but before you could make your move, another text rings your phone.
+82XX XXXX XXXX :
so when are you free? - 2 sec ago
your fingers taps against your phone’s screen, typing onto the space before you hit send.
you :
who’s this?
+82XX XXXX XXXX :
it’s jay, don’t play dumb y/nnnn
unless it isn’t u? is this not y/n oml
a small chuckle leaves you when you read his little panicking at thinking he’s got the wrong number.
you :
wht do u want
you see three bubbles pop out as soon as you send that. you lay back onto your bed, shaking your legs as you wait for him to reply.
+82XX XXXX XXXX :
u
you scoff at his reply and roll your eyes— though the small flip in the pit of your stomach doesn’t go unnoticed.
you :
quit the jokes park
why are you texting me
+82XX XXXX XXXX :
chill babe
uhh when are you free to tutor me?
whenever is fine by me
biting on your lips you ponder on when you’re free during the week, certainly not any time soon, however. on saturdays you paint or just hang out with yizhou or catch up on the sleep you miss during the weekdays.
other than that you practically did nothing, cutting off 2 hours or 3 from your sleep is no big deal.
but why were you willing to do so, for jay the guy that broke your heart and screwed you over?
the questions remains in the back of your head, mainly because you didn’t want to think about it and totally not because you had the tiniest bit of hope left that jay could be back to stay and not screw you over again.
maybe, those were the possibilities it wasn’t entirely impossible.
you :
saturday?
+82XX XXXX XXXX :
okay
what time?
you :
5 to 7
whenever you’re free on
+82XX XXXX XXXX :
that’s fine by me
alright babe, see u then
you leave jay on read, not wanting to drag the conversation out longer. just as you’re about to exit you notice you hadn’t saved his number. you deleted his number after the whole thing, but you could remember those numbers any day.
jay? too boring
park jay? too formal
jay :) uhhhhh
idiot jay :) too extra
you stop in tracks when you realize what you were doing. were you really………… choosing what to save him as? with emoticons or without?
shit, it’s happening again.
you delete the :) and just save his contact under idiot jay and toss your phone to the edge of your bed as you stare at your ceiling, thinking about what just happened. after a while, yizhou finally arrived and you both went on with the study session without mentioning a thing.
you’re screwed.
A FEW DAYS PASSED and your reconciliation with jay was long forgotten in the back of your mind as it never happened. you didn’t see jay at school as much after that too, so you were freed from bothersome.
“alright, just finish chapter 12 on the module and you’re done for the day.” your teacher announces and everyone gets up to greet as the class ends.
“it’s PE right after this?” you ask your desk mate and she nods with a smile with you return with a ‘thank you’ and a smile.
packing your things you grab your PE clothes and head to exit the classroom along with the others. but just as you’re about to leave, you remembered you had forgotten your hair tie in your bag.
“hey y/n where are you going?” yizhou asks, looking back when she sees you rushing back to the classroom.
“go ahead without me, i forgot something back there,” you tell yizhou and she just nods as she leaves with the rest.
you go back to the classroom and head toward your desk immediately bending over as you search for your hair tie. but it was taking a little too long as your hair kept on getting in the way, which you had to push back constantly.
“looking for something?” you hear a voice behind you as your hair is lifted up making you jump in shock.
“fuc— you scared me, oh my god.” you gasp with your hand plastered onto your chest, feeling your heartbeat pulsing rapidly.
“you’re hot when you cuss.” jay replies back with a smirk, it had literally no sort of connection to what you were saying.
you slap away jay’s hand that was still gripping your hair in annoyance, “don’t touch me, geez.”
jay only pouts slightly at you before his lips form into a smirk as he looks over you.
“you seemed to be searching for something, did you find it?”
“it’s none of your business, just mind your own and go.” you scowl at him with a sharp glare as your tongue jabs against the insides of your cheek.
“you don’t always have to be up to my ass, babe.” jay says as you turn around, bending over to search for your things in your bag. his gaze almost falls down but he keeps it up and short-sighted not wanting to get in trouble with you.
however it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before anyway.
“then just mind your own business and stop pissing me off at every chance you get,” you pause before you speak again. “also i told you stop calling me babe.” you say as you continue to search. jay walks over to your side and leans against your table as he watches you.
“it can’t be helped if it that’s what you’re meant to be called— babe, it just rolls off my tongue better. ” jay says, chuckling when he sees you give him a side glance that indicated shut the fuck up before i rip off your balls. he remains silent and watches you when you sigh loudly at your hair constantly being in the way. jay gets off the table and inches closer to you, he collects all of your hair into his fist, and holds it for you as it clears off your view.
you don’t say anything for a while, clearing the thought of asking him to take his hands off you instead you mutter a small “thanks” that was so low, almost inaudible but jay obviously heard it when he smiled to in secret.
after finally searching every inch of your bag, you finally found the hair tie—in joy you almost cheered when it came into view.
“found it!” you say and grin. jay lets go of your hair as you got up and he moved backwards.
“good job.” he says, smiling at you which makes you feel all giddy but you don’t show as you hold back the smile that was so badly wanting to show.
just as you’re about to tie your hair, jay stops you.
“give me the hair tie.”
you look at jay with your eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why he wanted it—unless…
“wh—”
“just give it to me, babe.”
the hair tie is snatched out of your hand before you could even hand it to him, jay spins you around as he inches closer. his breathing was felt against your neck when he gathered your hair up.
you stayed still, too hesitant to move while your heart was beating as if it was about to burst out of its cage and your stomach releasing the whole damn zoo— not just butterflies although it might sound like you’re exaggerating it but it was true.
jay’s fingertips constantly grazed on your skin as he tied up your hair, you knew was close on purpose but you didn’t bother mentioning it since you were clearly enjoying it more than he did. it brought you back so much nostalgia with him being so close to you it reminded you of when your skins collided with him on top of you as you both experienced something so amazing.
“alright, i’m done.” his words bring you back to reality when his hands were off you. you move away from him and reach for your ponytail smoothing out your hair.
“thanks— although i didn’t ask you to do it.” you mutter under your breath when you head back to your desk to pick up your PE clothes.
you mentally cuss yourself for almost forgetting that you had PE, it’s like every time you’re with jay you just lose count of time like you’re on cloud nine in a dream.
“you’re welcome, babe!” jay replies, holding onto his bag on his shoulder as he smiles at you.
“don’t skip PE, i’m leaving,” you announce and head towards the door but stop when you hear jay call your name.
turning around to see him leaning against your desk with a lazy smile, jay waves at you.
“tie your hair up frequently, you’re pretty.”
what jay said seemed to be the only thing that was on your mind even when you were running laps across the field until the end of PE as you were walking back to the classroom after showering and changing your clothes back to your uniform.
yizhou seemed to notice that you were not in your right mind, nor were you being your usual self.
“did you get high last night?”
that definitely brought you back to your senses when your eyes widened and your shrieked facing yizhou. she gasps staring at you, “are you kidding me! oh my god?”
“what! no yizhou!” you say, grimacing at the thought of getting high as much as it seemed tempting you knew that was a line you could never cross besides you hadn’t even hit a blunt ever since jay caught you red-handed.
fuck. jay this, jay that— jay jay jay.
everything is jay!
“then? what is on your mind that you even didn’t dodge the ball earlier and got hit right on the face?” yizhou asks, staring at the red mark that was printed on your cheek which you winced at when you touched it.
“it just…” you trail off, don’t know whether to bring it up or not.
“just what?”
“just…” you sigh loudly as you both continued walking back to the class.
“y/n just say it!
“jay. it’s jay.” you say, shaking your head.
yizhou stops in her tracks as she closes her mouth with her hand, looking at you like you murdered her dog or something.
“i completely forgot about him oh my god, wasn’t he with you at that spot the other day? oh my god—” she gasps, connecting one and two together. “don’t tell me he caught you smoking?” she leans in to whisper, and when you nod, confirming her doubt she gasps loudly attracting a few glances.
you bow your head apologizing to them and got back to a shocked yizhou and then you spill what happened from the catching you red-handed to tutor agreement to and till the hair thing to her leaving her speechless by the end of it.
“i— i— uhm i— well—”
“yeah, i’m not sure what to do as well— i could just keep a distance between us and be his tutor, and as soon as we graduate and he passes it’ll be done and that would be the end of us. like i wanted from the beginning,” you say, pausing before you spoke again. “but the only thing holding me back is jay, the stupid little hope that he won’t fuck up again.”
yizhou only nods in response.
“the pain i experienced when he screwed me over is something i never want to experience again, yizhou but he keeps on bringing me back to square one, every time i see him i just can’t help but want to go back,” you say, the memories of the night you sobbed like insane in silence with so much of pain coming back.
“you still love him.”
“what?” you turn to face yizhou at her statement. do you still— love him?
“you still love him, it’s so obvious y/n.” she says, holding your hands in hers.
“it won’t change the fact he hurt you so bad though, i still want to kill him for that but what matters more is you. i won’t tell you what to do, you should do what you want to and what your heart tells you to. if what you want is to keep a distance with jay and just end it all for good after everything then do it and if what you want is to give him a chance again then do it. it’s all in the choice you make.”
yizhou is right but the more you think about it, it seems like whatever trick jay is playing on you— it’s definitely working and you’re falling for it.
“whatever you do, don’t let your guard down. you’re better than that, don’t be fooled again if this is just an act to screw you over again y/n.”
you press yizhou’s hand and nod as a reassurance. “you’re right. thanks, yizhou, for having my back.” you smile at her.
“shut up loser.” she laughs and pulls you into a hug however it doesn’t last long up until a loud scream is heard from your classroom. you both pull away and head back in curiosity.
you see your classmate, rina— yes, the very same person that you caught jay kissing on that night— searching for something frantically at her table. you and yizhou enter the classroom and everyone’s eyes is on you, yes only you specifically.
before you could ask anything as to why everyone was looking a you, rina looks up with a glare and approcahes you.
“you. the last one the exit the classroom.” she scowls, digging her index finger onto your shoulder which she pushes you back with.
“you stole it, didn’t you?” she asks and you scoff in disbelief.
“rina i have no ide—”
“your little good girl facade won’t work on me, listen y/n. just be honest and admit you stole it, and i’ll just forgive you and leave this matter to rest,” she says and stomps her feet on the ground with a sigh.
“what the f—” yizhou grunts and almost approaches rina to rip her head off but you hold her back. “yizhou, don’t.”
“are you kidding me?! she just accused you of stealing and you’re telling me to not rip her into shreds?” you nod to yizhou which she rolls her eyes at and scoffs.
“rina, i didn’t take whatever you’re accusing me of just because i was the one who last left the classroom— don’t get too ahead of your assumptions lets talk about this calmly with the homeroom teach—” she was seriously starting to get on your nerves for
“dont get too ahead of my assumptions? ah this bitch, the audacity!” when rina calls you bitch, it definitey hit a nerve because your blood was boiling.
just as you’re about to jump at her, the door opens and jay along with his friends stands there— staring at the commotion.
“watch what you’re saying rina, instead of calling me a bitch reflect on yourself and find the real culprit— don’t be going around accusing just about everyone you see,” you grunt, squinting your eyes at her and turning around to leave.
“did you just call me a bitch?!” she gasps at your indirect insult looking offended. she lets out a mocking chuckle and starts walking towards you in full speed with her hand raised to slap you.
before you could let go of your cool, jay enters the classroom and pulls you aside which made rina lose balance and fall straight to the floor. the whole crowd goes silent, until sunghoon speaks up.
“homerun!” sunghoon starts laughing at his own joke while everyone else stared in shock. jake shoves sunghoon with his elbow earning a loud yell until he sees jake’s glare which makes him shut up with his mouth against his mouth.
getting back your senses you push yourself off jay who seemed to be holding onto you as soon as you get back the memory of the conversation you had with yizhou.
“babe!” rina whines out and starts to tear up at the embarassment as she calls for jay but jay’s focus was on you who seemed to be frowning at the situation. you look glance at him and catch him staring at you, pondering as to if he should even help rina.
but jay isn’t a asshole, he wasn’t just going to leave rina on the floor crying after he was partially the reason she fell down. (in his defense he wanted to protect you).
“jay,” rina whines again making you look away as jay sighs and rushes to the girl. you watch as she cries onto his shoulder, clearing stirring up a drama which you got too nauseous to even continue watching.
scoffing at her acting like that around jay, you walk away and sat down at your desk.
part of you hated the fact that jay was still hers at the end of the day, whether they were together or not— she’d still be the one was going to pick at the end of the day despite all the shit he puts up to get you wrapped around his finger.
the situation opened your eyes. you weren’t going to give in, you’re gonna keep your distance and once the tutor agreement is over— you’d be over him and he’ll be out of your life.
SATURDAY ROLLED BY too quickly for your liking, usually you’d look forward to saturdays but now you dreaded them. you didn’t like the fact you finally had to face jay after the whole mess a few days ago.
he hadn’t bothered trying to talk about the thing, not like he owed an explanation or whatever but somewhere deep down you felt like you deserved one for absolutely no reason at all. though you received like one text from him, which was just :
idiot jay :
y/n..
that wasn’t too convincing and you didn’t exactly want to assume it just by that. the text could’ve meant he wanted to ask you how to solve a problem but hasn't even started tutoring yet or the text could’ve meant he wanted to just text you but by the tone of it, it clearly didn’t mean he wanted to annoy you.
mainly for this reason, you overthinking. you simply didn’t want to assume anything and just left him unread but of course you had to face him somehow.
so here you were, holding onto the handle of the gigantic door to let jay in as he rang the bell that echoed through the house.
“who’s at the door?” you hear your mom ask from the living room, she stood there looking at you confused as to why you weren’t answering the door.
you open the door to be greeted by a surprised jay, his hand by the bell you figured he was about to ring the bell again. he gives a small smile which you only nodded your head too.
you look away before jay catches you staring because holy shit was he fine as hell? it's like skinny jeans and black shirts were made for him, although it was a simple outfit it definitely managed to make your jaw drop.
internally.
jay enters your house as you close the door behind him. he spots your mom by the living room, she gives him a decent bland smile which he smiles back at.
you looked like a carbon copy of your mom, but obviously jay seemed to have the hots only for you and you only.
"good afternoon, mrs y/l/n." he greets your mom with a bow.
"good evening…" she trails off, unsure of the unknown kid's name. she somehow recognizes his face, but she couldn't exactly point it out.
"jay. park jay." she nods and looks over at you. you just give her a tight lipped smile when you read the look on her face.
a guy?
"he's the kid i mentioned, the tutor." you explain, walking up to jay standing by him.
"i figured."
silence takes over the air, creating an uncomfortable tension which you couldn't cut even with a knife.
"if that is all, excuse us mom." you say and walk past her with jay hot on your trail.
this is the first time jay has ever seen or visited your house, he knew you were stacked obviously since your family is one of the holy trinity in the neighborhood.
your family is also a stranger to the industry his parents runs a business in. your families were pretty much the top ones, but your parents never got along.
both of your families were rivals but what happens in business stays in business. it shouldn't get involved with any personal issues.
besides that's the adult's thing, what you and jay had shouldn't be a problem to whatever rivalry your parents had going on.
his attention is immediately caught by the large family portrait on the wall where the stairs divided into two.
you were in the middle while your parents were by your side. jay figured you were the only child considering there was no one other than you and your parents in the portrait.
he swears you look so ethereal in portrait, it must be recent since you don't look any much younger or older than how you looked now.
he smiles at your small smile in the picture, you looked really pretty when you smile.
"jay?"
"huh?" he breaks out of his gaze from the picture to you looking at him on the top of the stairs. he hadn't realized he stopped walking.
jay skips up the stairs following behind you as you walk through the hallway. the light was dim with ceilings as high as the sky.
it wasn't too different from his home, although the only thing missing in his home was you.
he wanted to have you.
not just like a bait but because he's liked you since forever.
the door you open leads into your bedroom, jay follows behind you and stops when you close the door.
"no open door rule?"
you stay silent as you clean up the books by your desk, not bothering to look at jay's to answer him.
"no." you mutter beneath your breath, piling up the books to carry to your shelf.
"usually girls houses i go to always have the open door rule…." jay trails off when he sees you glare at him.
shit, it's like adding more fuel to the fire.
he shuts up not wanting to make things any worse but when he sees you trying to pick up the pile of books, he drops his bag and walks over to help you.
"move aside, i'll do it." he says expecting you to move but you don't budge.
"i can do it myself, just go and sit." you say, wrapping your arms around the pile of books to pick it up— but it was too heavy for your strength.
"just let me do it, y/n. don't be so stubborn." he says, and takes away your arms then picking them the books in one shot.
you almost gasped at his muscles popping out from his sleeve. you were literally drooling at the sight but before he could see, you head back to the desk and took a seat, internally cringing at your reaction.
jay comes back after setting it down and takes a seat next to you.
"so what are you weak in?"
"pulling you, that's the only game i’m weak in." jay replies and laughs but stops when he sees your plain reaction, just empty and annoyed.
"my bad," he apologizes and takes out his books from his bag.
no shit, though that almost made you laugh you held it back when you realized it was probably only to screw you again.
"i need help with physics, you're good at that right?" jay asks and you hum in return as you look over the marked topics in his textbook.
"let's go over this first, is that okay?" you ask, looking up at him. you don't realize you're too close until you look up at him.
"y-yeah." jay replies back and immediately turns his attention back to the book.
this was gonna be long.
with a sigh, you moved over and continued to teach jay.
a few hours passed and you both were finally done for the day. you lean back on your chair and stretch your body, yawning as your body relieves pain.
you expect jay to make a remark about it but he's too occupied by his phone, texting someone.
you don't want to be a busybody but your curiosity couldn't help it. you couldn't see much but when you see sunghoon's name pop up on the screen you sat back onto your seat.
"if you wanted to see, i would've showed you, babe. no need to sneak around." jay says, scaring you by breaking the silence.
"i wasn't peeking."
"whatever floats your boat, babe." jay says and stuffs his phone into his pocket as he turns to face you.
you avoid looking at jay, suddenly finding the calendar on your table interesting.
(a/n : tbh this scene omg i got reminded of the way jay called jungwon in that one en-log lmaooo)
"y/n?" jay calls you with a luring tone, as he looks at you with a smirk.
"y/nn?" he calls again, leaning closer to you.
"what?" you grunt, finally looking up at him. fuck it was mistake, you shouldn't have because why the hell was park jay looking at you with literal heart eyes and why the hell did it gave you butterflies?
he remains silent before the smile on his lips disappears into a sorry expression.
"i'm sorry," he says, and frowns.
"what are you sorry for?" you ask as your eyes bores into his.
"for going to rina. that day." he explains but it breaks your heart when her name leaves his mouth.
"why are you apologizing?" you ask. "it's not like you owe me one, not like i'm someone that matters to you." you mutter the last sentence under your breath, but jay heard it.
and it makes him sad.
had you known you're the one person that mattered the most to him.
"y/n…" he trails off, but you shake your head.
"it's late, you should leave." you say, standing up as you approach your door to usher him out.
"y/n i didn't want to but she was calling for me."
"jay why are you explaining yourself to me? we aren't going to fall in love again so it doesn't matter nor will it ever matter. our agreement was just you keeping my secret in exchange for me tutoring you."
you didn't mean to come off harsh but by the look on jay's face, it made you want to sink into a hole and never face him again.
"yeah, you're right. my bad." he says, in a disappointed tone as he nods. he grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder. you try to approach him but he stops you, "i can find my way out, don't bother."
jay opens the door to exit but he looks back before he leaves.
"goodnight y/n."
GUILT never stopped chasing you ever since the night jay left your room after you lashed out at him.
it wasn't your intention but it wasn't a day if you didn't fuck something up obviously.
the night he left like that you didn't sleep on a brink. the guilt haunted you all night, all day and all week. it's been two weeks since the incident and it was still haunting you like insane.
jay didn't attend the last tutor session after you lashed out at him, he didn't inform you of anything which made things worse. you felt bad and guilty the whole time.
you didn't see jay most of the time at school, usually you'd be more than grateful if he was out of your sight but that night the only thing that could ease your heart was if you saw him.
and when you did, your guilt only worsened when jay didn't glance your way.
your heart was telling you to grow some balls and apologize but you mind was telling you to leave him be since he was obeying the agreement you both agreed on.
overtime your heart won over your mind and you found yourself by the cafeteria buying two banana milk cartons— one for you and another for him.
after paying the cashier lady, you took the long way back to class to get your shit together and not make a fool of yourself when you're apologizing.
you remember yizhou telling you to apologize since from your story telling jay was obvious hurt but yizhou was emphasizing that the hurt you gave him obviously wouldn't beat the hurt he gave you.
but hurt is hurt and you're at fault this time.
so it's only right that you apologize.
besides doing this will make the next tutor session less awkward.
when you came back to the classroom, you didn't spot jay anywhere or his friends. you also looked around for rina and her minions, luck was on your side since they weren't there too.
you walk towards his table awkwardly, trying your best to not look suspicious as you tiptoe around his table.
you cover your face with one hand and the other place one carton on the table with the straw then you skip to your table in the quickest way possible without looking suspicious.
you finally let out a relieved sigh when you sat down at your table. mission one is done, but you had another problem coming your way, will jay forgive you?
a louder sigh and whine leaves you before you frustratedly take out your module and start doing exercises to take your mind off it.
without knowing jay had been watching all along from the back of the classroom.
he had seen you walking into the classroom and followed behind you, he was about to leave until he was you tip toeing around his table.
he laughs in secret when he sees you do a poor job at not looking suspicious by placing the banana milk on his table. when you covered your face in the most awkward way possible he chuckled at you being so cute.
when you go back to your table, he stops laughing and holds back the big smile growing on his face as he walks into the classroom.
he sees you watching him in secret but you're not too slick with it so he picks up the carton, examines it then places it on his table.
he holds back the smirk when he sits down and then looks at you while your eyes widen and look away so fast.
too bad the smile already beat him to it, he smiles as he pops the carton open with the straw and takes a sip as he stares at you from the back.
you could practically feel jay's gaze on your back and holy shit did it make you nervous. you should be yelling at him to mind his own business but you pushed that thought to the back of your mind.
you phone rings a notification which earns your attention and for the first time in weeks, you see jay's name flash across your screen.
for some reason it makes you smile and makes you feel giddy when you see his notification.
it shouldn't be making you feel like that but it did.
idiot jay :
thanks for the banana milk
shit. how'd he know it was you?
you :
idk what r u talking about…
you hear jay coughing from the back which makes you smirk, and then three bubbles pop up on the screen.
idiot jay :
don't play dumb babe
ik it's u ;)
and there is the jay you know.
you :
whatever floats your boat, jay~
"can't believe i'm seeing modern day romance right before me in broad daylight."
slamming your phone into the table, you look to see a horrified yizhou as she sits down next to you.
"what are you talking about?" you laugh nervously, as you turn off your phone and slide back into your blazer.
"considering how smiley you are that you're kicking your feet and all, i'm assuming you guys are okay now?" you don't bother brushing the issue under the carpet, you spill everything to yizhou.
"well, congrats on making your next tutor session less awkward." she says, laughing at the make-up attempt.
you nod and then drift the conversation to something else. you and yizhou planned on going shopping over the weekend after your session with jay since you both haven't hung out in while since you got caught up in your jay situation.
a few days passed by and saturday finally arrived again, this time you looked forward to it.
although it was a few hours prior to your tutor session with jay, you couldn't stop thinking about him as you sat in your backyard painting on your canvas board.
you were painting a scenery you had in mind, usually during painting you just let your imagination take over and just let your fingers sway the brush along.
but this time you were just sitting there, staring at the canvas board unable to come up with something to paint.
maybe if jay wasn't taking up all the space in your head.
"you paint?"
that awfully sounded familiar to jay's voice, way too close you were concerned for yourself at this point. you were thinking of him too much.
too much his voice sounds way too real as if he was in the backyard with you.
"babe?"
oh shit.
you turn around in your seat to see jay standing by the sliding glass door with his arms crossed, looking at you in awe.
you blink several times to assure it wasn't your head messing with you until you realized he was actually standing there.
"huh? why are you here? tutor session doesn't start until 5? it's 4.15?" you bombard jay with questions which he only chuckles at before he walks towards you.
"came early to see you, missed you too much." you give him a glare which he winks back in return for.
"you paint? i didn't know." he says, as he eyes you and the canvas.
"because it's none of your business," you reply back as you place the pallet on the stool next to you.
"i want it to be my business then," he answers back and takes a seat on the bench across from you. you don't bother answering anything back, knowing jay would only make another remark out of it.
though his recent reply made your stomach do flips which you thoroughly ignored.
you both sit in silence as you stare at the canvas in blank of what to paint. and then you looked at jay, an idea popped into your head.
you could paint him.
"stay still and don't move." you say and pick up a brush and start moving it along the canvas.
"you're painting me?" jay asks in pure shock as he turns to stare at you.
"i said don't move, idiot!"
"okay! okay!"
a small smile grows on your lips at jay sulking slightly at your little tantrum as you paint him.
jay wasn't too difficult to draw, he already looked like a real life sculpture so he made it easier for you. god took his time on jay and it shows.
jay's outfit today seemed to be perfect for the painting as well, he wore a white dress shirt and khaki colored slacks that he pulled off so effortlessly.
if any other guy wore it, you wouldn't even bat an eye but since jay wore it, you couldn't stop stealing glances at him.
he was just so effortlessly handsome, no wonder many girls wouldn't stop chasing him.
before you could overthink and dull yourself over the thoughts you chose to ignore it and just focus on painting.
you don't realize the time that passed by since you were indulged in a conversation with jay as you finished painting him. by the end of it, you were beyond tired from all the painting and jay's ass was so sore from sitting for so long.
you didn't allow jay to see the painting even after an argument, you managed to move the painting to your room where somewhere he couldn't find it.
"your house is nice, it would be nice to live here." jay says as he examines the interior while you were making orange juice for him.
jay said he felt thirsty after all the talking besides it would be rude to send your guest off without proper hosting etiquette.
"you live in a house like mine too, park." you say, sighing at his dramatic comment.
"yeah but the only thing missing there is you, it would be nice if i could wake up to you everyday and spend my entire life with you."
you shoot him a speechless expression which he laughs at.
"isn't it too early to be making marriage jokes?" you ask, pouring the juice into a glass for you and him.
"so you want to experience it one day with me?" he asks, pushing your buttons.
"you know that's not what i meant, park." you scoff, placing down the jug and pushing a glass towards him. "so shut the fuck up and drink that."
jay sends you a wink and take a sip from the orange juice.
"i can never get tired of you cussing, you're so fine when you do so." you had to admit, that sure made your cheeks turn crimson which jay unfortunately caught onto.
"oh my god!" jay shrieks, a wide grin plastered on his face as he approaches you.
"is THE y/n y/l/n blushing? because of me?" he fake gasps as he inches closer to you with each step while you lean over the counter.
"shut up jay, you're overreacting." you say, chuckling as you hide your face.
"you don't have the talent to lie babe, so i'm not sure why you bother doing so," he says, chuckling as he leans over towards you.
"you need to stop being cocky," you say, placing a hand on his chest indicating stop as you chuckle at him.
"and what if i don't?" he asks, taking your hand off his chest.
"you don't want to find out jay.." you trail off, still looking at him.
"if i do?"
you both stare at each other in silence, the tension in the air so thick nothing is heard except for the thuds of your heartbeats.
you smirk, leaning into his neck— so close he could feel your hot breath against his neck. it sends shivers down his spine but he keeps his cool.
"i'll make you finish a whole module of physics."
jay pulls away staring at you with a frown, not amused by you giving him false hope while you on the other hand seemed to be having a field day as you held your tummy, laughing out loud.
"that wasn't funny." jay snarls, scoffing at you laughing your ass off by the counter. sure it pissed him off but by the way you're laughing your ass of, it instantly takes away the annoyance.
he's too in awe with your smile gracefully plastered on your face as you laugh sounding like a melody in his ear.
your laughter dies down after a while and you finally could catch air after it all being sucked away from laughing.
"are you done y/l/n?" you look aside to see a pouty jay with his hallway finished orange juice in his hand.
"yeah yeah," you say, holding back another urge to laugh in his face. "with the last name? that's new."
jay doesn't say anything except for glaring at you which you roll your eyes at. back to being at each other's neck.
"keep those glares down, park. speaking about the module, we didn't have our tutor session today." you say, and take a sip from your glass
"can't we skip this one? we can hang out instead!"
"weren't you the one who wanted me to tutor you?"
"yeah but—"
"no but's jay, are you free on monday? after school? cause tomorrow i have plans with yizhou so i won't be free tomorrow," you ask him.
"that's fine by me." he says, then looks up to you. "but at my place."
"your place?" you ask, and look up at him.
"yeah my place, is that fine by you?" he asks, raising his eyebrow at you.
it's not that you haven't been to his place before so you wonder why you're hesitating. besides all you're both going to do is just study, not anything else.
"okay."
the night passes by with you both just talking with 70% you telling him to shut the fuck up or arguing and 20% of jay flirting and 10% of you both laughing your asses off.
honestly during the whole time you were just having fun, your cheeks were so sore from smiling the whole time it genuinely felt like a date but it wasn't.
jay left after a few hours just before you parents had come back home and you went to bed that night with the biggest smile on your face.
you were content with this, you finally had fun after a long time and damn was it worth it.
it finally felt like you got jay back and it was starting to feel like back then, the times you both were happy being around each other.
sunday rolled by and you went out with yizhou, got back before curfew and had fun.
you told yizhou about the progress between you and jay and she was wanting to throw the whole time because of how 'overwhelmingly sweet'.
and then monday happened, school went by and then night time came around and you found yourself in front of jay's mansion.
though it wasn't too different from yours and considering how you weren't a stranger here, you didn't know why you were so nervous.
you didn't know why you even out extra effort into looking good today? maybe because you haven't seen his parents after so long?
or maybe because you just wanted to impress jay? but all you guys agreed on was studying so why the dress up?
you couldn't find a answer in you so you just hit the bell and waited for someone to answer the door.
after a few seconds the door is opened and you're met with jay's mom, mrs.park.
"uh good evening, mrs.park" you greet, giving her a small smile as you stand by her doorstep.
"oh my! y/n?" she gasps, staring at you in shock. "it's been so long! don't wait there, come in!" she opens the door ajar, inviting you into her home.
"thank you mrs park," you give her another smile and walk in. the place hadn't changed too much, there were a few changes in the furniture but overall it the same old place.
"i haven't seen you in so long, i thought jay stopped being friends with you! i was so worried for the boy." she says, chuckling at the situation.
you nod and smile in return.
"oh, you're here." you look towards the stairs where jay is walking towards you, he looked as handsome as the other. even more now that he was in grey sweatpants and white t-shirt, your absolute weakness.
"hey," you greet him, and look away not wanting your gaze to linger on him too long.
"we're gonna go and study if you're done with the reunion mom," jay says jokingly, as he grabs your hand unannounced.
you stare at him wide eyed but he only smiles at you. you give his mom a shy smile "my apologies mrs.park, if you'd excuse us."
"sure sure dear, before you leave do join us for dinner" she says, and you give her a nod then smile at her before jay basically drags you to his room.
"damn hands off me, jay" you say, yanking your hand away and walk behind him into his room.
"my bad, it just happened naturally." he says, winking at you.
"everything just somehow happens naturally to you. " you say, scoffing as you set down your bag.
"yeah cause my hand seems to be a magnet that keeps on getting attracted to you," he says and acts like his hand us a magnet being pulled towards you while his other hand holds it back.
"you're so corny," you say, laughing at his stupid joke.
"nothing about me is corny babe, you're just in love with me." he says, shrugging and takes a seat next to you.
well he wasn't entirely wrong.
"yeah right, you wish." you say, rolling your eyes at his confidence. jay smirks and chuckles.
"i don't have to wish, i already know you do."
"shut up."
"you're so in love with me babe."
"no i’m not."
"you are."
"if anything you're the one in love with me, end of the topic now please shut up." you snarl at him, closing his mouth with your hand.
"and you're right." he says, taking away your hand. you snatch your hand away and urge jay to stop messing around and get on track to study.
hours pass by and you both actually study, a few times jay stops to flirt which you had to keep on scolding him for and a few times jay actually was studying, where he asked you questions and you helped him out on it.
when you both are finally done with the studying, you both plop back onto his bed, feeling so worn out.
laying in silence, you're almost drifting off into sleep if it wasn't for jay speaking up.
"y/n?"
you hum in response, eyes still closed.
"you look pretty today." he says, earning a smile from you.
"you look good in braids and i like your dress, it looks pretty on you."
"you're being awfully nice, what do you want?" you ask, chuckling at his sweet compliments.
you feel the bed shift, and then you feel your darkness turn darker which means something was hovering over you.
opening your eyes, you see jay leaning over on top of you but you don't bother yelling at him to move.
"i think you know the answer already," he says, smiling.
"don't tell me the answer is—"
"you, yeah."
"you need to stop flirting, it's not working if you're trying to woo me over," you say, poking your tongue out at him.
jay only stays silent, his smile doesn't leave his mouth and that's when you realize he isn't just kidding, he's being for real.
"jay."
"hm?" he hums, and you give him a unreadable expression. you’re confused, he’s making you confused. one second he’s with rina acting like nothing’s going on and the next minutes he’s all up on your ass trying to win you back.
not like he ever had you.
“stop playing around, it’s not funny—”
“i’m not playing y/n and you know that.” he says, sighing at you.
“i don’t jay and i’m not falling for this again, cause in the end i’m gonna end up hurt again which i don’t want to experience again.” you say, propping yourself up on your elbows, inching closer to the boy that’s hovering over you.
“i never meant to hurt you y/n, it wasn’t my intention— i literally have no idea what you’re talking about when you say i hurt you.” jay argues back, but it’s rather more calmly with his confused expression.
“you’re shitting me.”
jay opens his mouth to retort back but the knock on his room door interrupts you both.
“sir, madame wants you down for dinner.” a lady’s voice speaks from behind the door who you’re assuming is a helper in his house.
jay looks at the door and then back at you with a sigh. “we’ll be down in a while, thanks.”
after the footsteps disappear into a distance, move jay aside and get up from his bed. you pack your things into your bag and sling it over your shoulder.
“i’ll head downstairs first.” you say and head towards the door but just as you’re about to twist the knob jay holds onto your forearm.
“y/n.” he says but it sounds like a plead in disguise. you turn to look at him and you wonder.
if mentioning what happened is about to ruin the chances of you both having a civil friendship again, then you wish to forget about it. every time it’s about rina something just goes wrong. you decide to bring up the topic another time, this time you’d just rather forget it for the moment.
“i’ll wait for you downstairs, don’t keep your parents waiting.” you say, giving him a smile then exiting the room and leaving jay behind.
jay’s confused. he’s totally confused, he just doesn’t get what’s wrong and what’s going on. his phone starts ringing and it jolts him awake from his confused-daze that he was in.
sunghoon’s name flashes across the screen and jay swipes right on it to answer.
“hey dude, you wanna come over later after your tutor session with your _girlfriend_ is done?” sunghoon asks, mocking jay’s massive crush on you from the other end of his phone.
“she’s not my girlfriend, hoon.” jay says, plopping onto his bed as a smile grows on his lips at the thought of you being his girlfriend.
“eyyyy saying that as if you don’t want her to be your girlfriend.”
jay has liked you since forever and he means it. from the moment you helped him out for being lost in elementary school, he’s had large heart eyes for you and only you ever since then and any sane person would’ve noticed that.
although you both drifted apart, growing up— jay hadn’t forgotten you even a little. he’s always watched you from afar (not in a creepy way ofc), never growing the balls to ever ask you out— jay remembers telling making sure that everyone knew you were completely off limits.
especially to sleazy, low-life or stacked guys, he made sure to them that you were completely off-limits. you were his from the beginning and now that he’s finally going to get you, he couldn’t just let anyone else have you.
it was so bad till sunghoon and jake had to start matchmaking the both of you in ‘coincidental ways’.
it never worked out, it was the universe just didn’t want their friend jay to win in terms of you until, miracle happened. well not exactly since sunghoon and jake bribed jay’s teacher to match up the both of you in a project.
jay was the happiest boy in the entire world the day he got home, his mum was so confused why her son was helping her out in the kitchen or skipping around the house with the biggest smile plastered on his face.
sunghoon and jake remember regretting setting him up like that because every 2 minutes back then jay would spam in their group chat about how thrilled and all he would ever speak about was you, y/n y/l/n.
jay remembers vividly every day back then, every second he was so genuinely happy to be with you even if it’s just you both being in the same room, he didn’t show it but he truly was the happiest.
at one point, he realised that you were the one. so he asked you out after the final meetup for the project.
but of course, in every seed of good there is always a piece of bad. he doesn’t know why right after that you started avoiding him although you said yes to him. you didn’t show up to the date, he tried calling you, texting you, he even asked around but it was all to no avail.
you just started ghosting him, and when he did see you at school you would pretend that you didn’t know him, nor did you even acknowledged his existence.
even when he dated other girls to get over you, he just couldn’t. you just had that effect on him that no matter what, no matter how girls he could get in just a snap— they could all never be you.
not even rina could compare to you, she couldn’t be you ever.
up until one day, jay just got so pissed off by rina being so clingy to him like a leech— he almost yelled at her but he just stormed off in annoyance to the smoking spot he always smoked at.
rina had really annoyed him to the point he even got pissed that there were people smoking at a literal smoking spot. he wasn’t going to head back to class after that and he really needed to hit a blunt so he looked around and found a spot behind a building in the school compound.
approaching it he did felt like something was weird, and as soon as he turned to the left he sees you, leaning the against the wall with a cigar between your lips? jay couldn’t believe the sight before him back then, he in absolute shock.
never would he have ever imagined seeing a cigarette and you together. it just seemed impossible but if it wasn’t for the wall next to him, he would’ve fallen to his knees.
the y/n y/l/n was so freaking hot.
he noticed that you hadn’t realized his presence therefore he took out his zippo lighter, lighting up his cigarette and closes the lid shut.
that seemed to break you out of your train of thoughts because the way you looked at him and the cigar falling between your fingers made jay knew that he’s hit the jackpot.
"didn't know the miss little goody-two-shoes had bad habits after all."
and that led to where the both of you were now. jay didn’t really need tutoring, not like he has ever gave a shit to his studies knowing it’ll all be taken care of by his father regardless of how his results are but at that point it was the only thing he could think of.
that seemed to be the only way for him to get you spending time with him so he asked you to tutor him in return for him keeping your secret. though that didn’t seem to be much helpful since you keep on confusing him with how he’s hurt you.
jay is just as confused as you. he’s missing something from the story line and he has a feeling it’s something related to him.
“dude you on the line? i been calling you for like the— fifth time now.” sunghoon yelling into the phone wakes jay from his thoughts.
“oh yeah, yeah. sorry, my bad,” jay apologies into the phone as he massages the temple of his head. “y/n keeps on saying i hurt her but i just don’t know what she’s talking about.”
“mmm,” sunghoon hums on the line. “did you say anything offensive to her?”
“not that i know nor will i ever say anything offensive to her.” jay answers to his friend while he thinks about it.
“do you think it has anything to do with what happened the last time you guys ever spoke?” sunghoon’s question rings in his head making him sit right upon his bed.
“huh? like just now?” jay asks and sunghoon’s disappointed sigh is heard from the other end.
“this is why y/n hates you.”
“WHAT!”
“i meant like the last time you guys spoke as in before she started ghosting you— like anything related to that?” jay’s eyebrows furrowed, something related to that?
could it be the fact he asked you out in the lousiest way possible? were you hurt by that? couldn’t be since you said yes, happily. could it be the place he chose to take you out on a date? couldn’t be so, it was a common spot for lovers and he had done his research the day before about the place and its ratings.
they had a 5-star rating.
then what?
could it be that—
shit.
could it be that you saw what happened between him and rina.
“fuck dude— oh my god.” jay gasps into the phone, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if he was back to that day again and rina kissing him.
knowing you, you definitely would’ve jumped into conclusion without figuring out the whole thing.
“what’s wrong jay?” sunghoon asks, still on the line.
“i think— i think y/n might have seen rina kissing me,” jay says and groans in frustration. “remember the stupid shit rina pulled right on that day where i told you she kissed me and like we fought.”
“no way, bro you telling me y/n saw that? AND THAT’S WHY SHE GHOSTED YOU?” sunghoon practically screams into the phone with the biggest gasp, he worries jay at times.
“it’s the only logical answer for now. i think she saw it— ugh fuck i’m such an idiot.” jay sighs, wondering how long you thought he was a jerk.
on the day he had been waiting for you for the date, jay was beyond thrilled and happy— it was finally the day he had waited for about years now: a date with the girl of his dreams.
you were about to arrive in time, he was making sure everything was in the right order until he heard weeping noises behind him. turning around, he remembers seeing his crying ex, rina who was sobbing endlessly as she stared at him.
“what the fuck? are you okay rina, what are you doing her—”
before he could even finish his sentence rina ran to him and engulfed him in a hug. his first thought was to calm her down despite the fact you could arrive any moment, he can’t just be an asshole and leave the crying girl by herself.
“b-babe, i’m sorry.” she cries, almost inaudible.
“rina speak up clearly please? what happened? are you hurt anywhere?” jay asks, frantically— worried as he looks at rina with wide eyes.
“i’m hurt.” she says, clutching onto his shirt as she sobs. jay’s eyes widens in horror, immediately taking his phone out to dial emergency.
“WHAT! i’m calling—”
“don’t!” rina gasps, snatching his phone out his hand. “i’m hurt that you’re on a date with another girl.. how can you do this to me?” she frowns.
“are you fucking kidding me?” jay yanks her hands off him and pushes her away from him.
“babe, hear me out, please? i miss you, you cant just give up on us—”
“rina shut the fuck up. you’re pissing me off, please leave.” jay says, exhaling a deep breath as he holds back his anger. was she kidding him? she was literally about to ruin his date with you.
“jay baby,” she whines, moving closer to him again. “don’t do this to us— to me. you’re mine, you can’t just throw me away for some other girl.”
“rina. leave before i call the security on you.”
rina only scoffs, crossing her arms. “you can’t call security on me!”
before jay could say anything else, rina clings onto him and captures her lips in his with her arms around his neck. jay stays frozen, in shock at her literally jumping on him and kissing him.
rina moans into the kiss and that’s what it took for him to regain his senses. he pushes rina off him, coughing as he tries to catch air.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” jay yells, catching rina by suprise. jay moves forward to grab her by the arm and yell into her face for kissing him, the security rushes in and drags rina out of there while she screams for them to let her go..
he’ll deal with her later— all that mattered what you right now. rina ruined his mood completely but jay could care less about that, he was waiting for you.
he waited, waited and waited— even when it was pouring cat and dogs, you never came.
“sir? you should head in, you’re drenched.” a staff from the restaurant holds an umbrella over jay and invites him in but jay only shakes his head.
“it’s fine, my date she’ll be here soon— i’m waiting for her.” jay replies, giving the staff a tight smile. the staff only stares in sympathy, feeling sorry for the boy sitting outside under the rain, drenched and shivering in coldness, waiting for his date that never came.
jay was about pass out from sitting in the rain for too long, his nose was red from sneezing and he was shaking uncontrollably. he waited for you, he was willing to wait longer but his body couldn’t take it anymore
sunghoon’s mustang parked right in front of him as a worried jake and sunghoon came running for their friend engulfing their heartbroken friend in a warn hug.
“jay…” sunghoon trailed off, sighing at the poor sight of his friend.
“she’ll come—” jay sneezes, midway into his sentence. “right?”
jake only bares to look at sunghoon with a frown as sunghoon returns the same one.
“she will, but not today.” sunghoon replies, pulling jay into a hug even more tighter and jay silently sobs into his friend’s chest as the three of them got drenched in the then drizzling rain.
“jay?”
“hoon, i don’t think i’ve ever been this tempted to kill a person ever before.” jay says and hears sunghoon choke at the other end.
“i would suggest you to calm down.” sunghoon says, chuckling in the most awkward way possible.
“rina ruined everything, i can’t believe i went back to her without knowing she was the reason why y/n never came that day.”
sunghoon scoffs and then sighs.
“and brought you to that state that day.” he says, blood boiling at the memories of him finding his friend in the most miserable situation he’s ever seen.
“if i ever see her again, i don’t even know what i’ll do.”
“dude, worry less about rina. she shouldn’t even be on your mind— worry about y/n first, what are you going to do with her?”
jay sighs once more, “right. i totally forgot about that.”
“try explaining everything to her, work things out with y/n dude first." sunghoon says, and then ending the call after a while.
sunghoon's right, he should just push rina to the back of his mind and focus on you first.
focus on getting you back.
he heads down after awhile, and smiles at the scene in the kitchen as he heads down the stairs.
you and his mom chatting, with smiles on each others face and jay's smile widens even more when he sees you laugh at something his mother says.
it warms his heart how happy you are.
"you're like so late, jongseong." his mom says, spotting him walking into the kitchen with his hands in his pockets.
you glance at jay and then take a seat, jay slides in next to you after his mom has sat in front of you.
"is dad not joining us?" jay asks, taking his own portion of food.
"he's busy, he said he'll be home for dinner." his mom answers, and then frowns at you. "too bad he can't see you, y/n."
you just give her a small smile as you serve yourself the food too.
jay and his mom fall into a conversation, and you can't help but admire how lovely the pair look like, a perfect mother and son duo.
you wish you had this type of relationship with you mother, a conversation where you can actually smile and laugh with her instead of the thick tension and silence every time you're in the same room as her.
"y/n? is everything okay?"
mrs.park stares at you with curiosity as you zoned out. you nod, and apologize.
"yes mrs.park, sorry."
she gives you a warm smile, and before you could take another bite from your food— a pair of chopsticks with peeled shrimp comes onto your bowl, placing the seafood on it.
you look at jay, confused as to why he placed his food on yours.
"eat up," he says and smiles at you then looking away. you're sure you caught a small blush on his face but you let it slide, as you take a bite of the shrimp and rice.
dinner went by smoothly in no time since you three were catching up on so much stuff, in laughter and joy.
you felt so warm hearted and joyful by the end of the dinner, since it's truly rare that you ever sit down at a dinner table and have joyful chats over dinner or lunch.
thought the sadness of having to leave mrs.park too soon, she assured you that you're always welcomed at her home, anytime before jay walked you out to his porch.
"jongseong drop y/n off, it's too late for her to go back at this time." his mom says, and shoves jay his porsche keys behind you.
you and jay step outside of his mansion and stand there as the chilly breeze hits you both, making you shiver since you wore a dress.
"you're cold." jay says, and heads back inside then comes back out with a jacket. his varsity jacket.
"you don't have to." you say, waving your hands at him but jay only ignores you, like he always does.
he puts the jacket around you, the jacket hugs you engulfing you into immediate warmth.
"it's chilly, and you're shivering. i'm not letting you catch a cold, babe." you hold back the urge to roll your eyes at the nickname, and the urge to call him out in that.
be grateful, y/n. you remind yourself.
"thank you." you say, and jay smiles.
"welcome, love." he says, then holds your hand in his larger ones. "let's go."
taking you by your hand to his car in the garage just next the mansion, where a whole line up of sports and expensive cars were.
he unlocks the porsche with his keys, then opens the passenger side for you. you mutter another thanks and got in.
then moving over to the drivers sides he gets in and starts the engine, driving out of the mansion compound in no time.
during the drive you refrain from mentioning what happened at his room earlier, you felt like an asshole every time this happened. but, you were the one who was hurt.
"so—"
"uhm s—"
jay and you speak up but stop as soon as the other speaks up and falls into a defeated silence.
"go first y/n," jay says while his gaze remains on the road before him.
"no it's fine, you go first jay."
jay glances at you, then back to the road again which you take as a sign to just shut the fuck up and go first.
"fine," you sigh and then look at the window, watching the buildings pass by in a blur.
"uhm, about what happened earlier.." you trail off, noticing his gaze on your for a second.
you didn't know why this was making you so nervous, like what happened to the fierce y/n?
"about earlier uhm— can we never mention it? like ever? i don't want to talk about it anymore."
jay almost hits the gas in shock but he remains focused so he doesn't crash you both.
fuck, right when he wanted to clear up the mess.
"uhm," jay says, unsure of what to answer.
"everytime we bring it up, we sort of get into a conflict or something so let's just not talk about it." you say, giving jay a smile as you nod.
"this way we can be homies without any awkward stuff going on or whatever ahahahaha!" you say and laugh in the most awkward way possible.
how were you fucking it up even more worse?
jay remains silent throughout the rest of the ride and you assume he either is on the same page as you or…. is on the same page as you.
you decide to leave it at that and not question anything further. but at least now you and jay won't have any arguments other than the petty ones you have with him for fun.
he pulls up by the front gate of your mansion, pulling the break as he parks the car.
you stay silent, biting your lip not knowing what to say to break the deafening silence.
"y/n?"
ugh, you don't like the tone of it.
"i want to talk about it though, i think you've got it all w—"
and just like that, your phone rings interrupting the both of you. you shoot him an apologetic smile and check the caller ID.
fuck, it's your mom.
"yes mom," you say, answering the call.
"it's past curfew, why aren't you home yet?" the strict tone of her voice shoot at you straight from the phone, it annoys you how much you dislike her for being like this.
why couldn't she be like mrs.park?
"i'm coming inside, mom." there's a pause after your answer, and then the dial gets cut. you take your phone away from your ear, sighing silently at the black screen.
"is everything alright?" jay's voice fills up the silent atmosphere making you look up at him.
"yeah, my mom wants me in right now." you say, keeping your phone into your bag and then slinging it over your shoulder.
jay only nods with a smile hiding the sadness behind it, you almost forgot he was in the middle of saying something.
he could text you later. you then proceed to open the door, but you're stuck.
pushing yourself up, you're still unable to move, confused by something holding you back.
"your seatbelt is still on." jay says, chuckling at you.
"oh.." you trail off as embarrassment hits you. you're beyond grateful it's quite dim in his car because you were steaming hot in the face and most definitely the color of a beetroot.
fuck y/n you're so stupid you think to yourself, as you bite your lip while jay leans over your body and unlocks the seatbelt.
his perfume smell was light but it was almost too addicting you wanted him to stay right with you.
"there you go," he chuckles, exiting the car and then walking over to open your door. you give him a shy smile and take his hand, exiting the car.
"thank you, for everything today." you say, looking up at him under the golden colored streetlight.
if only he knew how pretty he looked in your eyes.
you could literally paint him as you stare at him, at the moment.
"go in," jay says, patting your head and then placing a small kiss on your forehead catching you by surprise, but you don't question him.
you nod and then wave a goodbye at him as you walk away, into the mansion. jay watches you with a smile and his hands in his pocket.
"goodnight, babe." he whispers as if you could hear it from the distance you both are at. nevertheless the sight of you in his jacket makes his heart beat a little faster as his smile widens.
he was so lovesick.
but there was a problem now, how is he going to clear up the issue about you thinking he kissed rina during the date on purpose?
he was so fucked.
as everything unfolds in the y/l/n's mansion compound, a pair of sharp eyes watches all the way up from the mansion.
mrs.y/l/n watches as the boy her daughter tutors, pat and kiss her on the head as he sends her back home— and her daughter walking into her home with a boy's jacket around her.
mrs.y/l/n blood boils as she watches the two lovesick fools, wondering where had she gone wrong in raising her daughter.
thinking her daughter had been obedient, away from the eyes of boys and away from a mess like park jongseong, the son of the parks, rivals of the y/l/ns.
how could her daughter fall in love with the son of their rival. this was wrong, and messed up— mrs.y/l/n hated changes, changes that could bring very bad downfall to their family.
she's going to step in and fix the mess her daughter dragged in under the foolish name of love.
as you fall asleep with a smile in your bed, you mother is behind the closed doors of her office, plotting a very big surprise ahead of you.
TODAY was full of surprises, when you woke up and prepared to leave for school, your mom had surprisingly called you over for breakfast.
she asked about your day yesterday, which was very weird since usually she doesn't care about anything you do unless it's related to your academics.
you successfully dodged them all until she caught you off guard with one question.
"did you take a cab last night?"
"no, mrs.park dropped me off."
you noticed the weird swift in the air but you decided to not bother about it, thinking it's just your mom being nosy in the name of caring once in a while.
and when you arrived at school, a group of girls were surrounded by your table.
"what's going on?" you ask out loud, confused as to why everyone was camping at your table. the girls at your table only give you a look of jealousy while another few give you 'ooohs'.
moving closer, you see a large and by large it has to be as big as your desk. a large bouquet of roses.
you look around the bouquet for a card but it's to no avail. you look around the classroom but jay but he and his friends are nowhere to be found.
yizhou chuckles at you, as she approaches you.
"looks like your boyfriend is going all out this time, huh?"
"jay is not my boyfriend, yizhou." you scoff and instead of getting a retort back, you see yizhou smirking.
"never mentioned jay," she says, and winks at you as she rushes off before you could say anything.
you take a seat with a sigh.
"you got fans, babe?" you hear jay behind you as he slings an arm around you. you give him a side glare, then push his arms off you.
"take your hands off me, and stop calling me babe for god's sake." you say, then take off your bag, setting it on your chair, behind you.
"you weren't saying that last night, y/n."
"oh my god, shut up!" you scowl at jay, slapping your hand onto his mouth.
jay chuckles and presses his lips to your palm making you yank away your hand and whine from annoyance, while he laughs his ass off.
"stop it!" you scoff, and wipe your hands off with a tissue with a glare to jay. however he doesn't mind, since the bouquet on the table seemed to be catching his attention.
"can't believe you're getting flowers and all now— you got yourself a fan or what?" jay asks, side eyeing the bouquet as if he wasn't the one that came to school early to leave the custom ordered bouquet on your table.
"why does it bother you anyway, are you jealous or what?" you ask and smirk.
"why should i be jealous?"
"then were you the one who sent this? im rejecting you flatly, if so."
"why would i anyway?" jay says and pulls a strand of your hair which made you shriek and hit him on the arm.
you're both arguing harmlessly away in your own world, while a gaze remains on you both from the back of the class.
"don't you think she's a brazen bitch? even after you ruined every chance she had with him, how is he still with her, geez?" rina's friend scoffs as he watches the romance between you and jay.
rina nods, watching the both of you with a glare, her vision painted red.
"i'll make sure it's over for her this time."
WEEKS PASS BY and you're nearing the end of your semester, which meant your tutor sessions with jay were coming to an end as well.
it's been months since you both agreed on the agreement of him keeping your secret and you tutoring him in return.
you still don't know why jay asked you to tutor him when he could afford tutors better than a high schooler herself.
you think perhaps it was a idea that he could randomly just think of at that moment.
nevertheless you're glad he did came up with him despite at first all you both did was fall into awkward fights because he screwed you over in the past.
you're pretty much sure that this time he's serious, and he isn't going to screw you over. hopefully, at least.
since you decided to just have a crush on him silently and not have the fake hope all over again— you managed to keep it up all along and jay on the other hand, is on the same page as well, other than his stupid little flirtings and random gifts as if you were his girlfriend (you wish), things were pretty much going well.
over the months you and jay started to hang out alot other than the time you both spend during tutoring sessions.
and got closer too. tutors went well, jay would purposely finish up early just so he could hang out with you for the rest of the tutoring time.
as for the rest, since you and jay got closer again it meant yizhou also got close to sunghoon and jake.
you sensed something fishy going on between yizhou and sunghoon for a while now so you kept on teasing her about it since she was teasing you about jay.
things were really going smoothly and well.
you had just finished studying for the night and took a shower, so here you were putting lotion over your body and doing your skin care.
just as you were about to turn off your lights and take your rest for the night, you heard something knock on your window.
you stood frozen as you mind started going places, wondering what horrifying ghost was behind the window.
you decided to turn off the lights and run to your bed and not check it out like every other idiot in borrow movies would do.
so you stood by the lights, one foot over by the wall and the other leaping already, ready to jump on your bed as soon as your fingers flick the switch off.
another knock is heard, and you flick off the lights so fast and sprint to your bed. hiding under the sheets of your expensive duvet.
and another knock again, this time you start praying under the sheets with your eyes shut close as you hope for whatever behind your window to go away.
and another knock, once again! you were convinced you were doomed by the ghost that's haunting you tonight. you made sure your toes were gripping the edge of your blanket so the ghost doesn't pull your leg off.
"y/n!" a muffled scream from the ghost is heard and you freeze, absolutely about to shit yourself from how scared you were.
WHY DOES THE GHOST KNOW YOUR NAME AND WHY DOES THE GHOST SOUND LIKE JAY?
hold on.
taking the sheets off you, you sit up straight. it can't be him right? you wonder to yourself as you get off the bed and head towards your window.
your eyes widens at the sight of the boy in the backyard, in bushes throwing pebbles at your window and you sigh in relief for the fact at least it isn't a ghost.
running to switch the lights on, you open your window and glare at jay.
"what do you think you're doing? almost midnight? at a girl's house?" you whisper-yell at him, your hand over your chest as you stare at him unbelievably.
he's crazy.
"visiting you babe, what else?" jay whispers-yells back with a wink and you scoff.
"you saw me not even hours ago, park."
"and? i missed you so what?" he replies back, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly at the same time.
shy jay was rare, so you took the opportunity to laugh in secret of course— he'd never let you off if he found out you were mocking him, again.
"you saw me, go back home now." you say, and duck your head back inside, almost closing the window if it wasn't for him shrieking.
"Y/N!"
"SHHH!" you hiss at him for being too loud in the eerie hours of the night.
"i didn't come all the way here for you to shoo me away!"
"i'm most certainly not inviting you in, park."
and there he was sitting in the middle of your room, looking at you with doe eyes as you stood in front of him with your hands crossed.
“if anyone told me i’d be in a romeo and juliet shit once, i wouldn’t have believed them, but here i am.”
romeo and juliet had nothing on you both, that’s for sure.
"what now?" you ask jay, looking over him for some answers. what could he possibly want at night, when it's gonna be midnight anytime soon?
before jay could answer, you gasp covering your chest with your arms.
"i'm not going to have sex with you, park." you say, and jay just bursts out into a semi-loud but quiet laugh because your parents will murder him if they found out a boy is in their daughter's room as the clock inches closer to midnight.
"i like how that's your first thought," jay pauses, smirking at you. "unless you want to fuck me, babe."
you fake a gag at jay's reply as he laughs again.
"yeah yeah laugh all you want y/n, it's not like we never fucked before right?" jay says, raising his eyebrow at you.
"shut the fuck up, jay— oh my god!" you say, shoving him on your bed as you cover your face from embarrassment.
if it wasn't obvious already, jay indeed was your first. but this happened back then before he screwed you over and all that stuff— it's not like you regret it happening, you just wish things hasn't turned out for the both of you like that after you both fucked.
but then again, if that didn't happen— you both wouldn't be like this today.
"it's so annoying how i can have any other guy in my room but you're like the first and the only loser that's ever been in here." you say, taking a seat next to him with a laugh.
"first and last, babe."
"in your imagination."
"if so, i wouldn't be here right now next to you in real life y/n." he says, shoving you playfully. "don't act like you don't like it anyways, y/n."
with that you shut up, having no other answer to retort. after a while of silence, and a while of you both just staring at each other with smiles— you remember why is he here at night, it was gonna be midnight.
"what are you doing here jay, i'm being serious this time." you ask, looking over at him as you take off your hair tie, letting down your hair.
jay stares at you, mesmerized. he's always been mesmerized by you, he's always in awe every time he sees you. sometimes he thinks you're not real and you're just a fictional character that's in his dream.
but you're actually real and he can't believe it.
he's bonded with you even more over the months, and the semester is ending soon which means his tutor session with you is finally ending.
and he's not very happy about it, sure he can still hang out with you but tutor sessions ending just sounds so depressing. it's like losing a dear friend.
though studying was the main point, he doesn't care how hard it is, as long as he's got you, he's in good hands.
jay's crush for you developed even more over the months, and he's finally come to the conclusion that he's gonna ask you out.
soon, but not now.
also it's been months but he hasn't cleared up the whole 'rina kissing him and you thinking that he did that on purpose' thing cause none of you ever brought it up, like ever.
"i'm here to give you something and…" jay says, with a smile. "tell you something."
"alright make it quick then." you say, waving him off. "i need to sleep, quick jay boy." you say, again.
but jay remains silent, with a grin on his face as he glances at the golden vintage click on your wall.
huh? you look at the time and it's 11:58 p.m.
"jay?" you call his name only getting a "shh wait babe" in return.
so you wait, with a sigh as you lean on your elbow, watching the boy by your leg.
"okay okay, y/n get up!" jay shrieks, making you hiss a 'shh' at him, getting up and sitting face to face at him.
"tomorrow is my birthday." jay says, grinning at you and your eyes widened in shock.
"YOU'RE TELLING ME THIS NOW?" you gasp, immediately slapping your hand to your mouth realizing how loud it was.
you look at the clock and it's 11:59 p.m. only a few seconds away to 00:00 a.m.
"you're such an idiot, i can't believe you're telling me this now.." you sigh at jay, but then a smile grows on your lips as the clock is 2 seconds away from 00:00 a.m.
you both stare at each other in silence, with the biggest smile ever. jay has a bigger one, waiting to hear happy birthday from you.
00:00 A.M.
"happy birthday jay."
this is the best gift jay has ever gotten in his entire lifetime of birthdays. nothing could beat the sight of a barefaced you, sitting in front of him with the brightest smile in the world only with him— not even the newest sports car in the market.
though he's grateful for that but you and him, like the only person in the entire world, felt like a fever dream to him.
"jay?" you call out, waving your hand at his face.
"kiss me."
"what?" you're not sure if you heard it right, but it sounded like jay asked you to kiss him.
"y/n, kiss me."
you stare at him for a second. you forget the fact it's his birthday, it doesn't need to be a wish for him. it feels like a free pass for you to kiss him, the plump lips you missed oh so much if it wasn't for your ego and heartbreak phase.
it's something you both wanted, so why not?
"y—"
putting your arms around jay, you connect your lips on jay's unannounced— locking your lips like it was a puzzle that's finally put together after being separated for so long.
the only thought running through jay's head as his lips finally reunited with yours was that home stopped being a place ever since he met you.
seriously, he's never been genuinely happier. ever.
pulling away, you both catch for breath as you lean on jay's shoulder with his arms around your waist.
this seemed way too right, and perfect.
"how was that for a gift, park?" you ask, chuckling feeling the warmth radiate off jay as he laughs, the nuzzling feeling giving you a sort of comfort.
"perfect y/n, just you alone i couldn't ask for a better gift." he says, sighing at ease.
you both just sit there in silence, against each other, the soft sound from your air-conditioner and the soft sound of cars passing by doesn't make the silence too silent as your room smells like the perfume that jay loved so dearly.
your eyes begin to droop from the comfort and the minutes passing by.
"you said you wanted to sleep, y/n." jay says, his voice a little rusty from not speaking for a while. it's as if he could read your mind.
your mind was just telling you how you both soulmates at this point.
"hmm, but you said you had something to give me." you say groggily, jay almost chuckled at how adorable you looked, half-asleep.
and you thought you were dreaming because of how idiotically lovely he looked with a big smile while he's wearing a leather jacket that's supposed to be intimidating.
but it's jay you're talking about.
everything about him was comforting to you.
"you sure you want it now?"
"mmmm."
"if you insist, but I'm putting you to bed after it." he says as if he's your dad.
"you're not my father," you chuckle lightly, still awaiting to see what he wants to give you.
jay just shakes his head as he takes something that looks like an envelope from his leather jacket.
"here." he says, handing it to you carefully so you don't get a paper cut or something from its sharp edges due to the new printing.
"what's this?" you ask, opening the envelope.
it says, you're invited in big italic font— that's pretty much you can see with the drowsiness blocking your view.
"a birthday invite." you look up at jay, with a confused face.
"my birthday silly, we're holding a party. you're getting the first invite." he says, giggling at you as he opens the invite further.
you act like you can read it then you close it, "i'll check this tomorrow, i'm like so sleepy right now jay." you say, handing him back the invite.
"my bad, sorry y/n." he says, shoving it back into his leather jacket and helping you up to your side of the bed.
he tucks you into your duvet, turning off the lights and sits by your side.
"i'll leave after you're asleep," he whispers softly, as he strokes your head softly. you eyes closed, slowly and slowly— and you fall into a deep slumber.
when jay assumes you're asleep, he gives a small peck on your forehead with a small content smile, he gets up to leave but a small tug on his jacket holds him back.
"don't go.." you whisper, your voice so fragile that it could break with the tiniest inconvenience.
he tries to take your hands over his jacket with his fingers, making sure it doesn't wake you up but you don't budge.
giving up after a while, he assures you that he isn't leaving and you finally let go unconsciously.
jay goes over to your door to lock it just in case your parents walk in or something, then he heads over to the other side of the bed and lays down beside you after taking off his jacket so he doesn't feel uncomfortable.
he keeps a decent space next to you, only you hand in his as the only source of skin skip— but sleepy you seem to be more of a skin ship fan than you are awake.
cause you literally cuddled right into jay's chest with his arms around him. he feels you drifting off into deep sleep as he whispers,
"goodnight, love."
his eyes starts to droop and in a distance from the real world, he hears soft mumbling from you.
"hate how much.. i like you but….. i’m.. scared for the hurt…"
and with that, the two of you fall into a deep slumber, safe and sound in each other's arms like it's where you both belonged.
THE BUZZING SOUND of your phone stirs you up awake slightly, but it wasn't as strong as the knocks on your door.
"miss y/n?"
"hmm," you hum in response as you cuddle deeper into your very comfortable pillow. this had to be the best sleep you ever had, it's never been this comfortable you have no idea when have you pillow been this comfortable before.
"breakfast is ready miss!" one of the helpers around the house's voice rang from the other side of your door.
"okay, i'm awake!" you whine louder but the helper doesn't go away. right, if your phone alarm didn't work, you could always count on your helpers to wake you up.
your sleep slowly drifts away, leaving you awake but your eyes are still closed too tired to open it.
"has y/n woke up yet?" from a distance you think you hear your dad but you assume it's just mind playing tricks.
"no sir, i've been waking her up but i don't think she's up yet."
"just leave it to me, go and help madame downstairs."
"yes sir."
a pause is heard after a few footsteps disappears and then the loud knocks on your door appears.
"y/n wake up, it's 11 am!"
this is definitely your dad. you jolt awake at your dad on the outside of your door, knocking it repeatedly.
getting off the bed, you scramble across your room seeing if it's spotless or has trash lying around it— your dad is a clean freak so just s tiny bit of trash lying around and you're doomed.
"arghh."
what the fuck.
you walk back to where the sound came from, fear filling up in you as you see the so-called pillow.
oh god.
you pull the duvets off and you almost pass out. what the fuck was park jay doing in your bed— SHIRTLESS?
"what the fuck, oh my god. oh my god." you pant in panic, staring wide eyed at the boy in your bed. you tap jay awake, you push him you shake him and you whisper-yell at him to wake up.
"mom two minutes some more.." jay groans, his voice hoarse it was literally negative 10 deep you almost fell to your knees if your dad wasn't about to break in.
"JAY WAKE THE FUCK UP." you hiss, slapping his back which definitely woke him up. he sits straight up, hair messy and rubbing his eyes.
"leave, my dad is outside he's gonna barge in!" you say, picking up his shirt from the floor of your bedroom— handing it to him.
"huh? what? y/n what are you doing in my room?" he asks, groggily as he gets up, putting his shirt over his body.
"you're in MY room and we're doomed if you don't leave right now jay, i'm not kidding LEAVE RIGHT NOW." you hiss, pushing him out of your window.
"oh my god, okay okay." he says, you're assuming he is awake now that he isn't slurring anything anymore. you help him climb down carefully and throw his shoes down.
"call me idiot!" you tell him, signaling your fingers into a call sign and then waving him goodbye.
jay gives you a wink and a smile then waves a goodbye at you as he climbs over the gates surrounded by the mansion and leaves.
a huge sigh leaves you in relief.
"fuck." you hiss, almost forgetting your dad was practically yelling from the corridor, outside of your room.
looking around your room, you see jay's leather jacket left behind. with a groan you kick it under your bed, making sure nothing is left behind.
and then you open the door.
"sorry, i just woke up.." you apologize to your dad, faking a yawn to seal the deal.
your dad glares at you flatly.
"a young lady shouldn't even be sleeping till this late."
"my bad dad, it won't happen again." you say, looking down until he leaves and when he does you shut the door, and slide down it.
a millions of question running through your mind and the biggest ones of all were :
what the fuck happened last night?
& why the fuck park jongseong was sleeping next you in your room — SHIRTLESS?
you sigh as you stare at the vase with the roses you had received months ago, you never let it die, did your part watering it and keeping it alive.
BREAKFAST was awkward, your dad was back from his business trip so he was around quite often.
though you were not that glad that he's back, but you're also glad maybe now whenever you eat there's someone to at least have a small conversation with.
that too related to academics only.
after breakfast you stayed in your room, doing your own work since it was the weekend. jay cancelled the tutoring today since he's preparing for his birthday party.
his birthday party, you almost forgot that you received an invite from him. rushing across the room, you bend over and take his jacket that you kicked under earlier.
"ah!" you gasp at your finger being pricked accidentally from the envelope. with an annoyed groan, you get up and get your small wound healed with a bandage.
taking a seat on your floor, you take the envelope in your hand, making sure you don't get hurt again.
allowed to bring a +1 you read on the rules and regulations. you could bring yizhou, unless she already got an invite from sunghoon or something.
you text yizhou shortly after, asking her to go with you and thankfully she said yes. now you have to worry about what to wear.
going through the dresses in your closet you're in a dilemma not knowing what to wear except for the fact you know it’s supposed to be classy and all fancy. after a hour of contemplating on which dress looked the best you finally settled for the white one..
right, now which gift should you give him.
jay’s rich and he probably has everything you can ever think of. you pace around your room thinking what gift to order last minute, nothing comes to mind.
until you remembered the portrait of jay that you had painted back then. bingo! he wanted to see it so bad but you felt like you hadn’t done the finishing touch yet!
you glanced at the clock, great! you had enough time to finish the painting, get dressed and leave in time for his birthday party.
so for the next few hours, you spent it on finishing the painting and having it dried, then trying it with a ribbon after wrapping it.
throughout the process, you were thinking of what jay would react like. you were hoping he'd like it.
when you were done, you placed it by the wall, directly in front of your bed.
after you were done with that, you took a shower and quickly got ready. with the finishing touch of spraying your perfume, you smiled at yourself in the mirror.
the terrifying part was going downstairs and your mom staring at you like she had never seen a human before.
"where are you going? all dressed up y/n?"
you don't answer her till you arrive down the stairs, carefully walking so you don't trip over in your heels.
"it's an event, yizhou is going." you say, giving her a tight lipped smile. she eyes you up and down, it doesn't give you a good feeling.
"where and what event? why am i not aware of it?" she questions you again. you refrain from sighing, and just answer her so you don't look suspicious or anything.
"it was last minute— it's a school event." you lie through your teeth. if she was a normal mom who wouldn't go batshit insane at the word 'boy' coming from your mouth, you wouldn't bother lying to her.
but since it's your mom, that speaks for itself.
"why are you all dressed up? school events aren't too classy."
"i have to live up to the y/l/n, don't i? after all, i'm the heir of our family, it's my responsibility to keep up the standard and class."
that was straight up bullshit, anyone would know you're held at gunpoint with that coming out from your mouth.
"be back by curfew, don't. be. late, you said it wouldn't happen again, keep your words." she says sternly, and then nods at you to leave.
"okay mom, have a great evening." with that, you leave for the event, and take a ride by the personated driver your mom had assigned to.
halfway through the ride you realize that you accidentally left the gift by mistake back at home.
you assure yourself it's fine, that you can just give it to jay another— hoping he wouldn't mind.
you don't know if you're shocked or if you're shocked when you arrive at his mansion— you weren't expecting the event to be a whole ass gala though it wasn't new to you.
then you realize it's jay, of course he would go extra.
you exit with the help of a butler but the entrance, the man giving you a smile and a look you knew all too well.
a look you've grown to be used to by now, since all your life you have always been beautiful and dolled up. of course the eyes of preying men are nothing new to you.
mummering a thanks along with a small smile you head inside after showing the invite at the entrance.
the parks had really gone all out, you recognized a few familiar faces from school and there were a bunch of older people who seemed to be into their conversations which you're assuming is about business.
after all, that's what the world you live in was all about.
"y/n!"
turning around to your name being called you see yizhou rushing towards you, waving excitedly.
prior to this, when you were painting, yizhou said sunghoon gave her an invite so she'd be arriving late and apologized for what seemed like the 100th time— you told her it was fine, just meet you by the main entrance.
"jay's gonna fall in love with you tonight." yizhou says the first thing as soon as she sees you.
"stop!" you whine, chuckling at her nonsense. maybe she meant you made a good choice picking out the puffed sleeve dress over the beige turtleneck one.
"if anything , that's how sunghoon is gonna react when he sees you." you say, checking her out which makes her whine.
"you stop!" she says, hitting your arm lightly as you both fall into laughter.
"so where's the birthday boy?" she asks, looking around the crowd but he's nowhere to be seen.
"maybe he's getting ready or something," you say, taking two glasses of sparkling water from the waitress that passed by.
"here," you say, handing one to yizhou as she thanks you.
you both continue catching up on a few things as you wait for anyone of sunghoon or jay to appear. unfortunately, sunghoon comes first and takes away yizhou from your respectfully.
from far you smile at your friend and her date for the night, they seemed to match each other so well.
"you came."
a smile makes its way to your lips even bigger when you hear the familiar voice from behind you.
"of course i did, idiot," you say, turning around to find jay with a grin as he looks at you.
"ouch, not on my birthday!" he says taking a hurt, with his hand on his heart.
"i'll give you a break from it, only today," you say, taking a sip from the drink.
honestly, you would be lying if you didn't think jay looked absolutely dashing tonight. his hair was slicked back, two strands falling from it was a plus point, it made him look stunning.
"you're dressed up so extra, park," you say, placing the glass on the tray of the waitress that passed by and then moving closer to adjust his bow tie.
"really, y/n?" he says, raising his eyebrow at you with a smirk. "just say you think i'm handsome, it's not that hard," he whispers into your ear when he leaned in, making sure you felt his breath against the shell of your ear.
"whatever floats your boat, park." you scoff playfully, pushing him away slightly.
"mmmm so you do agree that i look handsome, tonight?" he asks, bending down to your level so he meets your gaze directly.
it catches you off guard which makes you look somewhere else, avoiding his gaze. but the faint blush on your face gives it all away.
"i said whatever floats your boat, jay." you say again, and jay only laughs. when you’re about to talk back you both get interrupted by jay’s mother.
“oh my, y/n you look stunning tonight!” she says, approaching the both of you with her fluffy coat wrapped around her.
“thank you, mrs.park. you too, look absolutely beautiful tonight,” you say, thanking her and complimenting her back which makes her giggle and thank you as her face turns into a light shade of red.
jay clears his throat, indicating that he’s still right there, next you. his mom gives him a glare playfully which erupts the three of you into laughs.
“alright, i’ll leave my two ladies to talk and i’ll go talk to the rest of the guests.” jay says, giving you a small pat on your arm and then leaves with a small bow to his mom as a form of respect.
you watch as jay disappears into the crowd of guests with a small smile on your face while jay’s mother watches you in awe.
“i’m happy that jay has someone like you, dear” she says and you turn to look at her blanky, her statement was out of the blue.
mrs.park chrotle lightly when she sees you clueless expression.
“jay, he likes you.” she says, noticing a dim sparkle in your eyes at jay’s name and the sentence ‘he likes you. “i’ve noticed that for sometime now, even caught him all smiley whenever he’s on the phone with you.”
you remain silent, the warm feeling in you growing as his mother talks about her son.
“i’ve been in love once too y/n, i know the very familiar look you have when you look at my son. it goes the same for my son too, he looks at you like you’re his world.” she pauses, giving you a soft smile.
“i read a book recently, it’s called The Alchemist by Paula Coelho and well, there is a line where it says ‘when a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream’.”
though that didn’t seem to be the case for you, you guess it might be for jay.
“i want my son to be happy, and i’d go out of my way to make sure he’s happy, even if it means giving up my entire wealth for him. nothing is greater for a parent than seeing their child happy,” she says, taking your hands in hers.
you were seriously trying not to break down like a fool in front of jay’s mom, but at times like this you wished this was something coming from you very own mother. unfortunately, you can only dream of it because wealth and fame is more important to her than her very own child.
“jay’s truly in love with you dear, and the love being extraordinary makes one rise. love doesn't makes one spoil their career, waste time or make them sad or bitter— it makes them more humane. when you are truly in love, you love everything, because you see your beloved in them.” mrs. park explains.
and you realize she’s right, you don't get astrayed from your friends and family, rather you cherish them more, because you realize the importance of sacrifices, love and relationships.
you become a more happy person and thus more competent.
being in love means you are brave enough to be vulnerable. you become brave enough to let someone peep in and trust them to touch your wounds; aware that if they wish they could destroy you. and there is nothing more beautiful than this; a humane laid bare open. nothing is more beautiful than to love and love without fear of hurt.
“home stopped being a place to him the moment jay met you, y/n.”
you look up, a tear sliding down your cheeks, truly touched by the mrs.park talks about her son and how it’s like being in love, and the fact she’s right makes you realize that all this while— you in fact, have been in love with park jongseong.
“in terms of feelings of course, jay still has a home to physically live in of course.” his mother says, and chuckles which makes you laugh as well.
“don’t cry dear, your tears are too precious, but think about it— love is a wonderful thing, with the right person.” mrs.park says, wiping your tears away and making sure your makeup isn’t smudged or anything.
“and you’re a lovely person, you’re more than compatible for my son— you’re already like a daughter to me y/n, you make jay a better person than he is, i’m sure i can trust you with my son.” she giggles and you nod with a smile.
“thank you mrs.park, i appreciate it— and you’re right, i do love your son more than anyone, even more sleep too.” you say making his mother laugh.
“then that’s a very big love you have for my son then.”
“yes, you're right mrs.park." you chuckle.
when you first fell for jay, you remember feeling like you were on cloud 9 every single moment you were with him. and the moment you weren't with him, you felt like you were missing a part of yourself.
falling in love was something you have always read in books or watched in films— never would you expect to experience the very same feeling in real life.
so when you did, you didn't think you could ever move on from this or from jay. and losing him again was something you didn't want to experience again despite all the hurt you went through.
maybe the phrase where they say 'love blinds you.' it's right.
"i'm sad that our conversation has to end here, dear but i have guests to attend." mrs.park says, and excuses herself.
"no worries, mrs.park. have a great night." you say, and watch her walk by you.
you feel your tear stained face starting to become sticky, and it was making you uncomfortable so you look around his house for a restroom.
you try to find jay but you don't see him anywhere near, so you just walk around trying to find a restroom in the gigantic mansion.
taking the stairs, you realize jay's bathroom is probably vacant so you head to his room.
around the corner, just as you're about to walk in, a person steps out of it.
and your heart falls to the pit of your stomach.
you were getting déjà vu from how familiar this scene looked. the wicked smile on her face grew when she saw your expression.
you blinked, trying to not jump into any conclusion. you weren't dating him so it shouldn't bother you… right?
"oh, y/n.. i didn't know you came,"
closing your eyes, you tried to calm down as your nails pressed into the skin of your palm, so hard that you think your skin could start bleeding.
"i, yeah i did." you say, looking back up at rina who was trying so hard to hold back her smirk.
"you should have fun then, it's gonna be a long night ahead— every party jay holds is worth staying up for and getting waste—"
"is jay in there?" you ask, cutting her off not wanting to hear any more nonsense she was spewing.
"uhm.." rina trails off and it makes you want to throw up as you grow nauseous.
suddenly everything mrs.park was telling you earlier seemed like white lies to you, and everything you felt up until now for him just crumbled.
the trust, the feelings, and everything you did with jay just turned into nothing.
crazy how one incident can just flip everything around to square one.
you felt like every time you took one step forward, you were actually taking three steps back.
"why are you coming out of his room?" you ask, knowing damn well you had no right to do so, but the curiosity was killing you.
and again you told yourself, to not assume anything just yet.
he can't be making the same mistake again, you can't lose him again. for god's fucking sake, you just can't bear to do it all again.
the endless nights you stayed up crying, the pain in your chest that took so many months to heal, the wound that he made was tearing apart all again.
fuck, you were going to experience what you couldn't bear and didn't want to experience again.
"nothing that concerns you y/n." she says, chuckling in order to cover up the venom in her voice as she fixes her hair, and puts back the fallen strap of her dress up her shoulder again and wiping the smudged lipstick on her lips
you don't say anything, you just decided to leave before the patience in you runs out and you start crying Infront of her like a loser.
and you could've done it all, if it wasn't for rina running her ruthless mouth again.
"not like it concerned a bitch like you anyway."
you know she damn well didn't mutter it under her breath so loud for you not to hear. the vicious smile on her face when you turned on your heels and walked back to her.
"what the fuck did you just call me?" you ask, staring at her in disbelief.
"oh my, y/n y/l/n did you just cuss? the little princess of—"
"i didn't ask you for that, did you even hear me? i asked you what the fuck did you just call me?"
rina stares at you with anger for calling her deaf and literally cussing at her.
"i called you a bitch." she says, taking a step closer to you. "a whore for taking my man away, a slut and hooker for fucking around with him a—"
whipping your hand at her face, you slapped her with so much anger. you think this is the first time you have ever let go of your cool and even slapped someone.
but rina deserved it.
"who the fuck are you to call me such things?" you scoff, staring at rina who was too shocked to react as her hand gripped onto her cheek that probably had a bruise.
"are you kidd—"
"shut the fuck up rina. seriously, shut the fuck up. i didn't steal your man first of all, i wasn't the one who begged on my knees for him. he chose me, if that isn't getting into that thick head of yours." you grunt.
"calling me all that shit just crossed the line. if anyone is any of those here, IT'S YOU." you say, pushing your index finger into her shoulder.
rina scoffs, holding your finger before you could push her again.
"if he chose you i don't think he would be kissing me on the date you were supposed to go on and if he chose you— i don't think he'd be fucking my brains out on the same ground you have stepped on."
you really hated to admit it, but rina was right. it wasn't even them anymore, it was on you for believing him again.
"see? you're just as stupid as i thought. being book smart isn't enough y/n, if you're stupid enough to believe jay again, you're just an idiot."
you stand there, with your arms by your side too stunned to say anything. you're convinced it's totally your fault now.
"you're so gullible y/n, who wouldn't want to take advantage of a girl like you then?" rina's words just kept on ringing in your head now.
"if you even whore around, or smoke, drink or even do d—"
"shut your mouth rina. that's enough." you sigh, but rina being Infront of you and talking so cheap of you like that was just making your blood boil.
"girl, i don't think you have any right to say that if you lured my man and fu—"
you've had enough, rage fills you as you grab her by the arm and slam her onto the wall next to you.
"say one more thing, i will fucking kill you rina. i'm not kidding, don't test me, i'm seeing red right now."
rina is no easy girl however, she's a bitch. and the bitch pushes you off, and tries to raise her hand at you.
but too late, she's stopped by a shriek from the hallway.
"what the fuck is going on?" a shocked jake rushes over to the both of you, pushing rina away from you.
"why are you defending her jake? i'm the victim here! look at my cheek, she slapped me!" rina whines when jake holds you in his arms.
"cut it the bullshit, rina."
rina scoffs, of course he'd say that. he walked in when she was about to hit you, had he walked in when you slammed her to the wall, it would be a different case.
"fuck you, i'm not letting this get away." she says, taking her phone out of nowhere, you didn't notice she had a bag but it didn't matter anyway.
your mind is clouded by the boy that just broke your heart, again.
rina dials the emergency number, waiting for a cop to pick up.
"hello, i got assaulted—"
"you're an fucking idiot rina, you can't be serious." jake grunts, yanking her phone away and dropping it to the ground then stepping on it.
"what the fuck are you doing!"
"what i'm doing isn't the problem here, the problem is you creating a mess here. " jake says, almost yelling at her but he doesn't do so.
"no i'm not—"
"i'm leaving." you say, taking jake's arm off you and try not to fall to your knees from how bad you wanted to and cry your heart out.
"what? y/n?" jake rushes after you, trying to help you but you push him off.
"i— i just need some time alone, i don't want to be around her, i just don't want to be around anyone." you explain, too drained to even give him a smile like you usually would.
you weren't even in the state to give a fake smile, that's how bad it is.
"do you want me to get jay?" jake's question makes you want to to throw up.
"no— just. i want to leave jake."
"are you sure? i can't drop you off if you want." jake offers but you shake your head, refusing and then walk away without giving jake a chance to respond.
from a distance you hear jake and rina continue arguing as you walk down the stairs. you avoid the stares from a few guests at how you're literally wobbling as you walk down the stairs.
finding your way to the exit as tears start to prick at your eyes, you hold it back with so much force.
mrs.park watches you from afar, worry growing in her as she speaks to a v.i.p.
just as the timing's right, she sees her son coming her way, she excuses herself from the guest and heads to her son with worry.
"jongseong." she calls and jay looks at her, worriedly.
"mom is everything okay? why are you—"
"y/n," jay's heart drops to the pit of her stomach at your name leaving his worried mother's mouth.
"y/n?! what happened to her? where is she? is she okay?" jay erupts in questions and nauseousness at the mere thought of you being hurt.
"i think something happened, she just left— it didn't look good." his mother explains and before she could say anything else, jay runs past her to get you.
it all happens so fast, you try to calm down from the painful pulsing in your head as you try to catch air.
you had somehow dialed for a cab, without passing out and that's an achievement. now you're just waiting for the cab to arrive without passing out, outside of jay's home.
when you see the light of the cab that you assume, from afar, you try to get up from the gate you were leaning on.
"y/n!"
his voice calls you name from a distance, the one you wanted to never ever see again— especially now, you'd just break down the moment you see him.
"y/n, fuck are you okay?" jay holds you back, twirling you around as he tries to catch his breath.
you try to not say anything and just yank your arm away and back away from him.
"y/n…" he calls after you again, his voice trailing off and it just breaks your heart.
the tears you hold back finally are let go, you reached your limit. tears start streaming down your face and you clasp your hand to your mouth as you cry.
jay's heart drops to the pit of his stomach and he feels like his world is falling apart at the sight of you crying.
"y/n, please don't cry—"
"don't— p-please don't say anything." you sob and swallow the thickness in your throat before you speak up again.
"i don't want to see you. anymore." you say, taking deep breaths as you sob, trying so hard to really not fall to the ground from how weak you felt.
"y/n let's talk it out okay? are you hurt anywhere? let's go back inside, you're gonna catch a co—"
"jay please. please. i can't do this anymore.. i really can't," you plead, your shoulder shakes as you look at him with glossy eyes and fresh tear stained cheeks— tears continuously sliding down as you close your eyes.
"it hurts too much, i feel like my heart is being shredded into pieces— each piece of it hurts so bad, so so bad jay." you say, pausing once in a while to catch breaths.
"a-and i feel so fucking stupid, so so stupid for ever be so gullible to trust you again. for even falling for you, i feel like an idiot, it feels like i brought this upon myself." you pause, wiping away your tears but it just flows even more.
"you're saying i'm the one, it's your actions that speak louder." you sigh.
there's unyielding pressure that crawled up your throat, and it took twice as much effort to get your words out for the next line.
"jay, i love you. i really do." you confess. what a shitty timing to do so and you cry even more when you see jay's eyes pooling with water and the hurt flashed on his face.
it's as if he wasn't even the cause of this.
"but i can't keep on hurting myself by trusting you again and again that you've changed. that i'm finally the one that you chose and not her. that at the end of the day, it's me that you want…" you say and look away from jay's crying in silence while he lets you speak— you might just run into his arms and forgive him all over again.
but you can't do that, not to yourself.
the long awaited cab finally came and stopped, it felt like forever.
"let's end it here, for my— for our sake jay. let's not try again and hurt ourselves. as much as i love you, this is the best for us." you say, and just give jay one last look before getting into the cab.
jay doesn't do anything, he doesn't try to stop you or anything— he's too stunned to do anything. he just watched you leave in the cab, his heart breaking into pieces and you leaving his life too.
in the cab, you request for the driver to close the partition before you slump into the seat and cry, cry and cry in a deafening silence, with the distant sound of your heart breaking.
jay wipes his tears away before walking back to his house that felt empty despite it being filled with a wave of guests.
he just wants to break down in his room and cry his eyes out till he reaches his limit.
he couldn't fucking believe he lost you, again. after he swore he couldn't lose you anymore.
he ignores his mother calling after him, he didn't want to speak to anyone for now. taking the stairs it felt like forever, when he reached the top of it he sees jake arguing with rina.
confusion fills jay until something rang in his head. something you had said just now.
"that i'm finally the one that you chose and not her. that at the end of the day, it's me that you want…"
his blood begins to boil as jay is filled with rage. rina did something, again. she fucked it up again.
"dude did you see y/n j—" jake says as soon as he spots his friend but stops speaking midway when he sees jay approaching rina in rage.
"babe! oh my g—"
the slap was way too loud and jake was staring in complete shock at jay slapping rina.
fuck, he's lost it for good this time he thinks.
before jake could do anything, jay grips onto rina's arm forcefully and drags her into his room, slamming the door loudly.
pushing rina to the center of his room, he practically rips his blazer off and running his hand through his hair
"j-jay?" rina's voice quivers in shock and fear at jay slapping her out of nowhere, as she grips her face.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP RINA!" jay yell echoes through her room making rina shake in fear.
"i've never been this tempted to kill someone before rina," he says, glaring at her with his eyes bloodshot from crying, and he wanted to cry even more at how he was yelling at rina in his room instead of getting to comfort you in his room.
"babe, please calm down." rina says, approaching jay but he backs away.
"stay away or i don't even know what i'll do to you." he warns, keeping a large distance between them.
he takes a seat on the edge of his bed while rina stands at the corner of his room, tears flowing down her face.
"i don't understand why you keep on fucking it up for me and y/n, rina." jay says, his voice almost breaking from holding back the urge to cry.
"jay i love you, and i want you," rina cries, gripping her hair as she sobs. "you're mine to begin with i can't let her take you away from me! you're mine!"
"i'm not a fucking object rina! get that in your head, please," jay yells, a tear slipping away from his eye when he shuts it close.
"fucking chose me jay, you chose me from the start. i was the one who you need at the end of the day, i'm the one you always come back to, i'm the one you love… when she breaks your heart, you come back to me." she cries, and falls to the floor as she sobs, staring at the boy she loved in a distance.
"just me, let me be the one. please just choose me, you always did.." she pauses to wipe her tears, as she gets on her knees and begs jay.
"chose me for once and for all…. please.."
rina closes her eyes, praying so bad jay would say something and she could have him. she prays to hear jay saying he chooses her and that you're nothing but a mere phase to him.
jay's couldn't bear this, he just cried silently into his hands propped up on his knees.
when rina doesn't hear anything back, despite her pleas and prayers— she falls back, hand clasped to her mouth as she cries.
"jay.. please…." she pleads once more, hoping for the last time but jay shakes his head when he pulls away from his hand.
he looks like shit, but rina doesn't mind she still fucking loves him.
"i can't tell you something that means nothing rina, i can't give you false hope." he says although his voice breaks.
swallowing the thickness in his throat, he speaks up again.
"i can't tell you i love you when my love belongs to someone else, i can't choose you rina."
rina continues to sob even harder this time when she tries to deny the reality. she cries because the reality of jay not loving her hurts her even more than the slap he gave earlier.
"y/n.. i loved her since forever, i still love her and i will continue to love her— even if the world ends, she'll be the only one that i love." jay says between his cries, with his hand clutching his white shirt.
"this isn't the first time you fucked it up for me and y/n, rina. guilt plagues me i feel like dying knowing that i broke her heart— every single tear that dropped from her eyes because of me makes me want to die."
"i love her so much i want her to be safe and sound from anything that could hurt her, which is why i just can't give up on her." jay says, wanting this nightmare to end, and when he wakes up he hopes none of this ever happened.
and he wishes rina was never in your lives to begin with.
"that's why i can't tell you i love you, because i love her and it's so fucking painful to be with anyone which isn't her."
rina remains silent, listening to jay's sappy, stupid confession about you when deep down she wishes it her that he was talking about.
"i'm sorry for hurting you and leading you on if that's what you feel about me. i can't love you back, rina. please let this be the final time you fuck everything up, even if it's not for y/n, at least for me." jay says, almost like a plea.
"i can't even say i can't lose her anymore cause i've already lost her, and every second that goes by without her i feel like my life is nothing and empty." he pauses.
"i hope you find someone who loves you genuinely, not someone like me. find someone who'll make you their first choice. i want you to be happy and not cry in a guy's room like this with your heart broken."
jay feels so sorry for rina that she has to go to this extent to get someone to love her back, despite all the evil she's done, at the end of the day she deserves happiness and love.
when the room goes silent again, rina's cries have finally stopped. she gets up, trying to not fall over and wipes her face.
jay opens his mouth to say something but rina beats her to it.
"i'm sorry." she says, and leaves his room without leaving jay with a chance to speak. jay's doesn't run after her, nor does he tries to do anything either.
he just sits there in complete silence, staring at the vacant spot on his bed where you used to lay on and then he looks out the window before he hurts into tears again.
the night seemed to be long indeed,
THE DRIVE CAME TO AN END when the cab halted in front of your mansion. you paid the driver and got off after it.
honestly, you don't know how to answer your parents when you're gonna walk in with a mascara stained face and bloodshot eyes.
a broken heart and drained out energy by the end of this night was not what you had planned for.
guess the universe works like shit, whatever mrs.park said about the universe earlier? yeah that clearly didn't apply for you.
but you had no energy for a argument with your mother so you just gave no fucks and headed in.
on a second thought, it was a bad idea.
because at the sight of your mother sitting with your father in the living room and the thick tension in the air— it wasn't giving you a very good feeling.
the door closing behind you catches your parent's attention, and the glare your mother gave you, it meant no good.
"how was his birthday party, y/n?" your mother asks, standing up from the couch.
"it was o—" you stop mid sentence, and your eyes widened. you remember telling her it was a school event, how did she know it was a birthday party.
his birthday party too.
your mother scoffs at your realization.
"you aren’t very slick, y/n."
you heart drops not for the first time tonight, but it gives you the chills.
"mom i—"
"shut it y/n. seriously what were you thinking?" she asks, crossing her arms as she approaches you.
your dad stares at you in disappointment which doesn't make you feel any better.
"lying to me? where did you even have the guts to do that? messing around with a boy? what happened to having boundaries? i don't even want to guess if you're in love, y/n!" she yells and it echoes through the eerie house.
"god's sake, what the hell even happened to you? when did you get to this level of stupidity!"
"mom hear me out f—" you sigh, pleading with her to listen, but of course, she doesn't.
"i'm not hearing your bullshit out! not when you have been lying around and messing around with a fucking boy! god knows what the hell you've been doing with him?" she exclaims with so much anger and shock, her eyes literally plunged out as she stares at you.
"and what is this y/n? i can't believe my eyes, i can't believe i have been blind to all your lies all these while." she says and pulls you by your arm to the glass table in the living room.
you heart drops when you see the wrapped gift for jay that you had left in your room, jay's leather jacket and boxes of cigarettes along with your lighters on the table.
"mom i—" you speak up, turning to look at her, desperate to explain yourself.
"y/n i can't believe you at all, you're out of it! that boy's jacket in your room? this fucking thing— im pretty sure it's something about him too," your mom scoffs again. "and fucking cigarettes?! oh my goodness."
you open your mouth to speak again but your mom cuts you to it.
"he made you do it, right?" she asks, anger in her voice. "he influenced you into it, right?"
you hold back the urge to roll your eyes at her, you've had enough. it was going overboard.
"he didn't." you scoff and it makes your mom even more furious.
"you're talking back now?" she yells, disbelief at her daughter rebelling— something she never would have expected to ever happen.
"i'm not! i'm telling you it's all on me, it was never his fault. he has never influenced me into doing anything." you deadpanned.
your mom laughs in disbelief once again, and then glares at you.
"you're telling me all of that? is your own habits? you fucking smoke?! are fucking you kidding me?" she screams, even more furious and you just want the ground to swallow you.
as much as you wanted to deny it, you just nod. she was bound to find out anyway, you didn't find a reason to lie to her again.
your mom sighs, and looks away trying to calm down so that she doesn't go batshit insane at her daughter giving her a check of reality.
messed up and fucked behind all that perfect good girl facade.
"did you even know that, he's the son of our rivals?" she asks and you pause.
is that why the parks sounded so familiar but you didn't press on it— you just looked at your mom blankly.
it didn't matter anymore, you both had already ended even before you could begin.
"you knew?! she shrieks and you shake your head.
"no, i didn't." you say and then take a deep breath when tears prickle around your eyes again. "but you guys do business all you want— it has nothing to do with us."
that's all it took for your mom to slap you across the face. you hold your cheek and stumble backwards, unexpected of her slapping you.
it was about to happen at one point anyway.
your dad holds her back, calming her down. and you just stood there like an idiot, like the outcast you had always been.
you wouldn't be surprised if you found that you aren't even their biological child at this point.
"nothing to do with you both? business is everything y/n. for people like us, business is everything and will be everything, from family ties to even the prestige you hold up, every damn thing is business!" she screams and takes the painting and throws it to the ground.
you bite your lip, holding back the urge to cry gosh, today really is the worst day you have ever come across in your entire life.
the canvas probably broke at how hard she threw it onto the ground.
you walked towards it, and bent down and tried to pick it up.
your mom watches you in absolute disgust and anger, totally stunned how you're acting right now— it felt like you disobeyed her.
"y-you— god." she takes a deep breath and sighs.
when you embrace the wrapped canvas, you close your eyes and tears pour as your hair closes around you like a curtain.
you sob silently while your parents stood there watching their daughter slip away, choosing a boy over them.
a boy she loved so dearly and is willing to stand up for despite already losing him.
"get out."
you're not surprised but your heart falls to the pit of your stomach for you don't how many times tonight.
your story perhaps didn't have a good ending after all, and it made you pray for the universe to put an end to your suffering.
you just didn't know how much more you can take anymore.
"i said get the fuck out." your mom yells for the final time, and you don't bother arguing. you get up from the floor, and walk out of the mansion.
mr.ha watches you from a distance and he feels tremendously horrible for you.
when you step out of the mansion, you try not to just fall to your knees and hope you pass out and never wake up ever again.
so this is what being kicked out feels like.
it feels like shit.
you feel like shit and you're homeless now, what a great combination.
crazy how from a few hours ago you were laughing your heart out and you're left with nothing and wanting to cry your heart out.
you need comfort at a time like this, and having no one— it was horrible.
YOU'RE PATHETIC and if there's a competition for being the most pathetic person in the entire world, you're pretty sure you'd win the first prize for it.
you were dying out of embarrassment as you sat on the same bed where the person you absolutely didn't want to see tonight sat at.
both of you at the edge of the bed, in silence.
you bite your lip, wondering what to say to break the awkward silence as you gripped onto the hem of your dress that seemed to be the only thing that had been with you throughout the entire rollercoaster ride for the night.
"y/n."
shit. you felt shameless to even look at him in the face. instead of choosing to contemplate whether you should or not, you just decided to face him anyway.
there was no dignity left.
guilt plagued you when you look at jay and he looks at you, sadly, with his bloodshot eyes and raspy voice like he just cried all night.
and how did you get here? right so after being kicked out and being homeless you think you actually lost your mind for real.
the first thing you did was dial jay, you didn't expect him to answer but you were glad he did.
you just cried and asked him if he could pick you up and jay said yes and ended the call.
when he picked you up, neither of you said anything, you didn't look at him and you're assuming he didn't either.
it was so awkward and got even more awkward when you're both sitting in silence for the past one hour without saying anything.
not even a single cough was heard.
"are you hurt anywhere?" he asks, looking over your body for any cuts or anything. your safety was his priority at the moment.
"no." you answer, for the first time you speak after not saying anything. "i don't think so."
you both go back to being silent after a while until you speak up.
"it's funny how, the only person i didn't want to see tonight—" you pause, and then look at him again. "is the only person i can think of when i need to seek comfort."
you laugh dryly, it's forced jay can tell. he can tell how tired and how hurt you are from the look you are giving him.
he sees right through you, and he wants to heal it— comfort you.
when he got your call earlier, he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him until he snapped out of it.
and when he heard you crying into the call, he stopped whatever mourning he was doing and went to you straight away.
he didn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything so he didn't say anything nor did he do anything when he got you and brought you here.
jay really thought he had lost you, that he would never ever see you again.
"i got kicked out."
he looks at you with pity but he doesn't say anything because he wants you to let everything out no matter how long it was going to take.
he's willing to sit down here, and listen to it all.
"tonight feels like a nightmare i can't ever wake up from. it's so brutal i wish— i wish i was dead."
"y/n…."
you give him a 'don't worry' look and then continue on with your rant, as you look out his window into the dark, starry night.
"everything is ruined, i have nothing left. i thought i'd be happy if i had nothing to worry about and just nothing left—" you turn to look at him.
"but i feel like shit and worthless." your vision gets blurry at your own words. how there's no going back anymore, cause the damage is done.
and there is nothing you can do anymore.
"y/n please don't cry." jay pleads, moving closer to you in an attempt to comfort you and you don't stop him, you let him engulf you into a hug.
you cry in his arms, it feels like a bed that makes you feel warm in a cold night after a long day. his arms— they feel like home.
you cry for a few minutes and you feel empty, and not much of a pathetic loser anymore.
until you feel like nothing anymore.
you pull away, wiping your face. now your face and your hands are sticky, but you don't care.
"do you have a cig? i really need one after all this." you ask and jay nods, he doesn't ask anything further.
jay gets up and goes to his drawer to get his box of cigarettes and his zippo lighter.
the zippo lighter that started it all.
sitting back down, jay gives you a cigarette and takes one for himself from the box. the places the cigarette on his lips then lit it up and take a huge blow from it.
exhaling it, the smoke fills up the room.
ah, the smell of nicotine. you hadn't smelled it for a long time now.
he hands you the lighter and you take it. you place your cigarette between your lips and light it up.
but it doesn't work, you try again and it doesn't work again.
everything seemed to be going south for you, it made you chuckle in pain.
jay takes the lighter away from you, throwing it somewhere across the room and pulls you in by your neck, connecting the ends of your cigarette together— lighting your own cigarette up.
if you weren't so fucked up, you would've fainted at how hot that was.
pulling away, you take a huff and then blow out the smoke. jay then puts an ashtray between you both in the middle, tapping the excess off his cigar.
the silence was killing you for once, and you decided to say something to break it.
"uh, thanks." you say, exhaling the smoke that you took a blow of. "for the cigar and for picking me up."
jay doesn't say anything, he just nods.
"i need to tell you something." he says and puts the cigarette butt into the ashtray. you take a final blow and throw the rest into the ashtray.
"it's overdue, we're done but i still feel like you deserve to know. and i want to clear it up." he says, shifting so he's facing you.
but you don't face him yet.
"i finally called things off with you know.. although we had nothing to begin with or whatever bu—"
jay stops when you chuckle dryly.
"it's about her again, always about her." you say, a tight lipped smile sealed it off.
"y/n—"
"jay," you say, and turn to him. "tell me you hate her. tell me you hate rina." her name leaving your mouth sounded like it was such a forbidden word.
jay looks at you with an unexplainable look which makes you smile in defeat.
you knew it.
"right, why did i ever think you were gonna say it— i feel like an idiot. what even made me think it was a good idea." you scoff at yourself, feeling stupid.
"ah, tonight just made me fucking insane—"
"i hate her." jay cuts you off, and when you turn to look at him, you feel like the small hope in your heart comes alive again.
"i fucking hate her— i hate her so much for ruining everything for us, for ruining every single fuckin' chance i could've gotten with you, y/n." he spews as he locks his gaze with you
you felt like you couldn't believe it, but what hooked you was the sincerity in his voice, assuring you that he's telling the truth.
"on the day we were supposed to go on a date, the way you saw me kissing rina— you got it all wrong." jay explains the whole thing, from the start of your downfall with him and till what happened when you weren't here earlier.
by the end of it, you felt a hundred times more fucking stupid than you had from the very start.
you felt stupid for thinking all this while he screwed you over, for thinking that he ditched you for rina on the date, for assuming that you were just a rebound, for ever doubting his love for you— everything. for everything.
you stood up and walked over to his window, standing there for a minute in silence and then crying.
you felt bad, genuinely as the guilt took over you from being such an asshole.
you hear jay walk over to you from behind, and give you a hug from the back.
"i'm so selfish, oh god." you cry, clutching onto your chest as you do so.
if your eyes had a mouth and had the ability to speak it would beg you for a break from crying, that it was so so fucking exhausted.
"it's fine y/n, you didn't know." jay assures as he turns you around and bends down to your level.
"and don't cry anymore, it's breaking my heart to see you shed tears."
you cry even more at him being so sappy. you pull him into a hug, sobbing into the crook of his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist.
"i'm sorry, i'm so, so— sorry for everything."
jay rubs you back, calming you down as you cry. when you finally had calmed down, jay asked you to take a shower and sleep first— you can worry about everything the next morning, he assured you.
you listen to him, and take a shower then change into his shirt which he gave you. he told you to sleep first but you insisted that he should shower too, both of you had an awful day.
then he helped you into his bed, tucking you in. jay says goodnight but you stop him.
"where are you going?" you ask, holding his hand.
"i'll sleep in the guest room." he says, looking at you confused.
"sleep here. with me." you tell him and jay doesn't argue further, he just turns off the light and slides in next to you.
he keeps a safe distance between you both in case you might feel uncomfortable, it gives him déjà vu of the night he slept over at yours.
you notice the gap, and move in closer to him. it was much warmer, and it felt comfortable, it felt safe.
jay wraps his arms around your body as you both nuzzle into each other, cuddling.
in the stillness of night where one can hear a pin drop, you both lay awake, unable to sleep yet despite the tiredness.
"jay." you speak up, calling his name.
jay hums in return, his fingers combing through your hair while you both listen to each other's breathing.
"i meant it when i said i'm sorry." you say and feel jay's movement come to a halt.
"y/n i told you it's alright, don't think about it anymore and stress yourself out."
"i know… but—"
"no but's y/n, keep that topic out of your mind." he says, and kisses the crown of your head in assurance.
you hum and fall into a silence.
"y/n?" jay calls your name and you hum in response.
"i haven't told you yet but i love you."
the three words leaving his mouth sounded like pure magic when it made your heart flip in excitement and your lips grow into a smile.
"i love you— more." you reply and feel jay's chest vibrate when he chuckles.
"can't be anymore than how much i love you."
"that's a lie, my love is bigger for you than yours is for me." you argue back and stifle a laugh.
"that's great then, i won't have to worry about you falling out of love for me then right?" he asks, and you giggle.
"yes that means you're stuck with me forever."
"gladly, babe."
you smile and you both fall into a silence again.
"y/n?" you hum as a response.
"aren't you going to get mad?" jay asks and you ask why in confusion.
"because i called you babe."
"not anymore, call me whatever that rolls off your tongue better than my name." you reply, smiling although he can't see you in the darkness. "not anything bad, of course."
jay laughs and pats your head softly.
"sure, love."
and you both fall into silence again.
"jay." you call him out, and then laugh at how it might just never end.
"yes, baby." he replies, the pet name making your stomach do flips and butterflies erupting in the pit of it.
"why were you shirtless the morning we woke up in my bed the other day?"
"oh you gave me a blowjob the night before."
"WHAT!" you gasp loudly and jay shushes you for being loud. you apologize then you stare at him in shock.
"i'm kidding," jay laughs, making you scoff and hit him on the arm.
"why were you shirtless, park? don't lie to me again." you ask, again.
"it was hot, i just took it off since i felt uneasy, nothing else happened— i didn't do anything to you, don't worry."
you hum, shaking your head. "i know you wouldn't do anything…"
"why are you asking? you want to see him shirtless again or something?"
"what! no!" you shriek, hiding your face into his chest from embarrassment as jay laughs at you.
you both finally fell asleep when sleep took over with you both in each other's arms.
and you finally, for the first time that night (after it felt like forever) you smiled, genuinely as you fell into deep slumber.
YEARS HAVE GONE BY from the night you got kicked out and your life flipped over. the nightmare finally ended when you graduated from school.
your relationship with your parents was hurried, you hadn't bothered to reconcile with them as they didn't reach out to you either after making you homeless.
you graduated and got into a prestigious law school thankfully with your excellent grades and good curriculum marks.
you're now finishing your bachelor degree of law and in adulthood, it was stressful here and there but you're glad at least you're not caught up in the mess you were assigned to be in— the y/l/n's business.
you have long forgotten about it, sometimes getting reminded of it and stuff but not once did you miss that hell hole.
yizhou, you haven't spoken to her ever since you both graduated and cried for hours together because the chances of not keeping in touch was very high.
but sunghoon still dating her and being friends with jay was sort of like a barrier that kept you both in touch however, all good things must come to an end— they both broke up and you automatically lost contact with yizhou.
you hope she's doing well, and successful in her own life.
and jay, after graduating as promised jay took you out on a date, and asked you out. you're both already in years of dating, and jay has been thinking of proposing to you for awhile now.
he said he's thinking of a my little pony inspired wedding if you're still interested in my little pony. the memory of the day you both met as kids still seemed to be a fresh memory like it was just yesterday.
but he's waiting for you to pass your bar exam so everything goes well, he doesn't want to burden you or stress you out.
you still remember when jay told his parents about your situation and how gladly the parks took you in, not caring about what sort of rivalry they had with your parents.
you promised to pay them back for taking you in and everything but they refused, saying that as long as you and jay are both happy— it's enough for them.
and for once, you're pretty glad jay was the one that had found you smoking at the back of the building, and that he chose to win you back, and importantly—
you're glad that you agreed to his stupid idea of tutoring him.
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s/o stealing their clothes
genre: fluff
word count: 1k
paring: enhypen x reader
note: i wrote this in about 10 mins so it’s not that great but i think it’s pretty cute
♡ — LEE HEESEUNG
he does like a triple take-
mans has to look and then looks again in disbelief before rubbing his eyes and leaning forward like some old man and look again
once he renders what was actually happening hes go s o r e d
pls bully him for it it’d be so funny
you’re just standing there like🧍♀️ “yo what” and hes like “my? hello! is- mine- woah- good lord- hi yeah-“ and you’re like is he good
you literally ask him if he can smell toast bc you were that worried to the point of thinking he was having a stroke
nah hes just malfunctioning BC YOU LOOK SO GOD DAMN CUTE
once he kinda regains his consciousness he cannot stop cooing over how cute you are
rest of the boys under the cut !
♡ — JAY PARK
mans pretends like he does not see 🧑🦯
sir we all know you purposely left that in a very totally not obvious place and acted like you forgot it 😐✋
you ain’t slick
also pretends like hes not blushing LMAOOO
kids ears are redder than your stove and i think that says enough
tries to act all cool and chic and what not as if hes totally unaffected but hes stuttering every two words and tripping over every other object that isn’t even remotely in his way 💀
but once he got used to it he literally physically shoves his jackets or shirts or what not into your arms when youre choosing outfits bc he just LOVES it that much
♡ — JAKE SIM
red and malfunctioning pt. 2
but instead of acting as if hes having a stroke
homeboy just stands there like a sim with no task-
you can literally see the loading circle thing above his head
once it finally clicks omg... he just SQUEALS like a little boy and runs over to you before hugging you so tightly
hes like “you’re so cute :(( i love you so so sk so much :((( you’re so so so cute :(( how can you be so cute :(((“ he overused the word cute so many times in that first sighting that you forced him to give you $5 every time he said it
no but hes already pretty clingy but when you wear his clothes... gawd dayum
he doubles in clingines
never lets you go and always has the brightest smile on his face
♡ — PARK SUNGHOON
mf is so chill 😐
LOL ONLY ON THE OUTSIDE THOOOO
he acts super nonchalant about it but the second you were out the room he falls flat into the couch and squeals into one of the pillows while kicking his legs up an down
cannot keep his cool when he sees you wearing his clothes jesus-
if you ever catch him doing his “theyre so cute i’m about to implode” ritual, he’ll go back to his cool facade and try and play it off as if he stubbed his toe or sumn and is just in great amount of pain
homeboy doesn’t realise you were standing at the doorframe and saw the whole thing happen 💀✋
but yeah he loves it a lot just tries to act like it doesn’t affect him but we all know better
♡ — KIM SUNOO
hes 100% the one to be like “oh yeah that one is so cute on you i love it pls wear it as often as you can- actually just keep it- wait no i still like it.... we can share!!” but then he’ll also be like “no that one makes you look weird don’t wear it 🙄” LMAOO
mr. fashionable or sumn up in here
99% of the time loves what you wear from his wardrobe and he just loves how his style matches yours or the way it contrast yet you still manage to look adorable
loves choosing outfits for you
he gives me the vibe of like loving to have matching socks-
but that’s off topic
if he sees you wear his hat or something he will take it off your head, try it on himself and if it doesn’t fit with his outfit he gives it back to you
if it does fit... well too bad i guess
♡ — YANG JUNGWON
stops, stares, acts like everything is all good
hes like a mix of jake and sunghoon where he malfunctions for a bit before trying not to lose his cool y’know
it’s like that meme of that dog in a burning room and hes like “i’m fine,,, this is fine” LMAOO
nah bb is losing his mind
he kinda gives up on being nonchalant and what not and just pulls you in a FAT hug and tells you how pretty you look wearing his clothes
may tease you for the choice as well
he’ll say stuff like “omg that’s my favourite one” or “could’ve chosen a better one y/n... but oh well still look cute 🙄” LMAOO
if you’re sitting on the couch or actually scrap that
hell just constantly have his hands playing with the seams of the sleeves or the bottom of the hoodie bc he just finds you that cute
♡ — NISHIMURA RIKI
blushes but plays it off like it’s fine and teases you
hes teasing you about wearing his clothes and being so obsessed with him 🙄
hes saying that as if hes not losing it on the inside and definitely doesn’t have bright pink cheeks yeah totally riki you’re so slick
no but when you guys cuddle you can see how much he genuinely loves when you wear his clothes bc he just cuddles into the fabric and always inhales just a bit deeper
he loves yours and his scents combined together
after a while, he’d probably start to randomly hand you hoodies or jackets out of nowhere
youll open your mouth to say you’re cold and before you can even breathe out hes already handing you a hoodie and you’re like
“where tf did you get that from ??” and hes just like “don’t ask. wear”
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RED
A/N: Hello Wispies! Here's chapter 4!
This chapter was a little difficult to write and personally, I found it pretty dry. But I promise you, the next chapter will be a better read!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3
"Holy shit! I overslept, damn it!" Rei whined, running towards the safehouse after almost getting into a collision accident with a car. Cheeks flushed from the chilly air, heavy unsteady breaths and beads of sweat on her forehead- she was a complete mess. Or so she thought. But just as she reached for the door of the safehouse, another figure walked out and there, the two of them collided. Rei fell on her butt with a small whine while the stranger hardly moved an inch.
"Woah there doll, you hurt?" The stranger extended an arm to the girl. Rei blinked a few times, trying to reorient herself after the unexpected fall. She looked up to see the ruggedly charming stranger with a friendly grin on his face. She studied his face for a second. I know him...
"Thank you and sorry abo-."
"Don't worry about it." Rei took his arm, while he pulled her up with ease and chuckled at her flustered state. Rei observed the man's rugged face. Despite his rough exterior, she could sense a certain emotional intensity and gentleness behind his aggressive facade.
"Name's Woods." Rei jerked lightly at his sudden boisterous introduction, as she was pulled out of her thoughts. Oh, he's Frank Woods! A playful smile danced on her lips as she extended her hand.
"I am Rei!" The girl shook his arm excitedly, making the other man chuckled.
"If you two are done giggling like high school idiots," Rei turned towards the source of the sound. It was none other than her beloved grumpy ice-cube mentor, Hudson. He definitely looks unimpressed. But he didn't even look at her, he was busy glaring at Woods. And Woods returned the glare with an equal intensity of hate and contempt. What's going on?
"Uhm... I think I'll go over Aach's evidence." The younger girl awkwardly danced on her tiptoes, squirming between the staring competition going on between the two men.
"Of course. Also tonight, you go with Adler." Hudson grumbled, glancing at Rei briefly. Oh bloody hell, not another grumpy-shades! Rei excused herself stomping into the safehouse. "Not again, not again ahahah." She kept muttering gibberish, unknowingly attracting a lot of attention from the others in the safehouse, including Adler's, at her sudden agitated entry.
"What's up with her? She was all smiles and cheery last couple of days." Sims chuckled.
"Probably needs her morning coffee." Baker snorted, bringing his attention back to his weapon. Adler sighed lightly, grabbing his cup of coffee and walked towards Rei's office.
"Keep it professional Adler." Park chimed, trying to stifle down her uncontrollable giggles.
"You're becoming brave, Park," Adler muttered exasperatedly. He barged open the door, startling the girl for the nth time.
"Knocking exists." Rei puffed her cheeks in irritation. Adler ignored the girl as he grabbed a nearby chair and sat down, placing his mug on her table. He took a moment to observe her workspace. It had a lot of pinks. He studied the girl carefully while she wasn't looking at him: Impeccable makeup, long dark hair with honey highlights tied up in a neat ponytail, comfortable yet elegant clothing. And everything had a pink element. 'So put together yet so chaotic. A peculiar one indeed.'
"If you're done trying to scrutinise me, Mr Adler," She finally put the file away, looking at him with an unreadable expression. "What are we doing tonight?" Her eyes widened slightly with curiosity or it was her method of trying to seem more awake and interested- Adler couldn't tell which. But with the tilt of her face towards the left, he assumed it was curiosity.
"Yes, I need a little bit of assistance. Nothing big actually, just go to a cafe and plant the hearing device. Get the intel and get out." Adler stopped briefly, inhaling his cigarette.
"That's it?" Rei asked, her eyes searching for answers in Adler's eyes covered by his shades.
"Yes. Sims will stay for back up if things go haywire," Rei looked down, her stomach churning as anxiety started consuming her mind. She unconsciously pressed her fingernails to her nailbed- an act not gone noticed by Adler. "As soon as I drop you at the cafe, go directly towards the man I point to and plant the device whenever you think is safe."
"Who is the man?" Adler stubbed his cigarette and pushed a file towards her. Rei took the file carefully and started going through its contents.
"How good is your Russian?"
"Decent," Rei replied not looking up from the file.
"German?"
"Rusty, but not bad." She finally looked up at Adler. He nodded, getting up from his chair.
"A colleague of mine, Grigori Weaver will be there." Adler pushed a tattered file of Weaver towards the girl. Rei admired the picture of the one-eyed enigmatic looking operative. "He will stay till you plant the device after which he will leave to help me out if needed." Rei gave out a soft 'uhum', her eyes glued to Weaver's file. "5 hours to prepare."
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"Thank you." Rei smiled sweetly at the waitress as she placed her coffee in front of her. I am glad my German doesn't sound too off. Rei looked across the café towards Weaver who had his intent gaze on the girl the entire time. She had planted the device as soon as she entered the Café and luckily no one noticed except for Weaver. She slowly set up the device in front of her, bending a little forward towards it, while covering it with a humongous book that she had bought on the way. The device was as small as a matchbox, easy to hide. Finally, time to use my fancy toys!
"Adler, the girl has finished setting up." Rei gave out a small sigh of relief while Weaver updated Adler and walked out of the Café, giving her a small nod.
"Alright. Rei, if you suspect anything dangerous or suspicious, get out."
"Understood," Rei whispered, listening to her device. She quickly jotted down whatever she could make out from the conversation on the book she had brought, writing down everything in riddles. 'Perseus has got someone in the CIA. Stitch will get them. She was a clever one- she got another ignorant one to take the bullet for her...Not careful who they hire' Rei looked tense for a moment. Stitch, bloody Stitch! Who the hell is he?! And who is the ignorant girl?
"Adler, he's leaving," Rei whispered.
"Get out whenever you're done. Meet me near the bar. I'll be there." Rei started packing up her belongings and paid the waitress with a generous tip. The anxiety started to bubble within Rei as she bit the soft skin of her inner lip, unconsciously drawing blood. Clever girl? Took the bullet? As she walked towards the park, the girl kept overanalysing and repeating whatever happened at the meeting. He knows something. Suddenly, the girl tripped over her foot, but the fall never came. Instead, two strong arms held her waist.
"You should be careful." Rei looked up to her saviour. Weaver. A small wry smile formed on her lips.
"Yea...Thank you." Weaver nodded, walking towards his car. Adler dumped a loaded body bag, closing the door. The two men exchanged words, parting with a nod and Weaver left the duo on the street.
"Get in, let's go." Adler walked towards his car, while Rei walked soullessly towards it.
"You are too careless and distracted." Rei glanced at Adler.
"I need water." Adler nodded, grabbing a bottle from the side. Rei muttered a thank you, taking the bottle and chugging it down hastily. And then she choked on it, earning an amused, yet judgemental look from Adler.
"Who chokes on water." He chuckled lightly, intent on irritating the girl.
"People die from choking." Rei tried to speak between the coughs. She looked up for some time and breathed in deeply, trying to calm her epiglottis reflexes down. Once she had gotten rid of the coughs, she glared at Adler. "And you ran over that speed bump when I was drinking."
"Then you should have looked ahead, kid." This man...
"I am not a kid, I'm bloody 30." Rei huffed and puffed her cheeks again, crossing her arms over her chest.
"But you act like one," Adler smirked lightly, knowing that the girl was clearly irritated with him.
"Well, I'm not the one who strutted in and accused someone of a traitor."
"I never called you a traitor, kid." Adler was calm, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"But you did imply with the little interrogation."
"That's my privilege."
"Privilege to be rude, cynical and apathetic towards me?" Adler looked at the girl with an unreadable expression. She could see his eyes through the shades- not clearly, but he was definitely looking deep into hers. It wasn't intimidating, it was just a serious expression.
"No. I am cautious. Unlike your 'empathetic heart', I prefer to stick to realism and rationality." Rei raised an eyebrow. Adler turned back to the road, letting the girl process his words.
"Wha- I am not an idiot!" The girl growled lightly, but her face could hardly daunt the man. Adler looked at her widened doe-eyes and pouted lips and puffed cheeks with an amused but a hint of endearment at the girl's attempt to overpower him.
"Is that what you took from it, Rei?" This man's cockiness...
"No, I just want you to know that just because I am empathetic, doesn't mean that I am an idiot. Nor am I controlled by my emotions." Rei stated calmly, a little bit of anger still lingering in her tone. Adler glanced for a second at the girl. His eyes caught the upper lobe and conch piercing that gleamed under the traffic lights. A small smile danced on his lips, one that was hard to observe.
"You're naive, kid."
"I am not naive and don't kid me." With that, the two of them continued the ride in silence. Except for occasional deep sighs and breaths, Adler's lighter and the gear bring shifted, the ride was a comfortably silent one. Rei rested her head against the window, the cold air lulling her eyes to sleep and the scent of smoke from Adler giving her a sense of safety. Adler turned to look at a fast asleep Rei. He could hear a soft snore escaping from her mouth. With extreme caution and gentleness, he slowly took the big book from Rei that was hanging at the edge of her lap, ready to fall onto her feet. The girl shifted a little, curling her body a little towards the side, while Adler threw the book in the backseat and continued the ride.
Rei groggily woke up to a soft tap on her arm. She stretched and yawned a little, reminding Adler of his cat back home. He suppressed a smile and got out of the car first, grabbing the book from the back. Rei got out a few seconds later, sleep spell still in her eyes.
"Give the intel to Hudson, I will join you in a bit." Adler handed the book to Rei. The girl nodded, walking into the safehouse.
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"'Not careful who they hire'. That's what he kept repeating, according to the girl and the intel." Adler nodded, listening to Weaver.
He looked around the safehouse. Everyone except Rei was present. He looked outside and she wasn't there too. He concluded that she must be inside her room, analysing the rest of the evidence.
"Rei seems to fit in all the checkboxes. But the girl isn't even aware- or she's good at acting."
"Adler, no matter how good a person is at acting naive, there will be a moment of wavering. And that moment cannot go unnoticed, especially from the two of us."
Adler had to agree with Weaver. She was too consistent- almost inhumanely possible to keep the facade on even during both their breaking points.
"True."
"Hudson's not going to be happy if we suspect Rei." Adler stubbed his cigarette in the ashtray, leaving the Russian.
"It's none of his business."
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In her room, Rei held her necklace- a broken one. Tears started stinging her eyes as she stared at the broken piece of the remnant that her Dada had left for her. I should have stopped pulling it. Fuck. Maybe someone out there can help me fix this.
She started to walk out when she smashed her face against a hard body and dropped her necklace and the pendant. "Fuck! Dada!" The girl bent down, frantically looking for the broken necklace and the red-star pendant. She ignored the person who stood by the door, studying the scene in front of him.
"Here." Rei looked up, a hand reached out to her. The pendant. with a sigh of relief and happiness, Rei grabbed the pendant and clutched it tightly, looking up to thank the person. And it was none other than Grigori Weaver.
"Thank you." The girl smiled with a respectful nod, standing up and dusting herself.
"Dada? That belonged to your father?" Rei froze. Shit, he must have heard it.
"That's what the woman at the orphanage told me. I always kept it close." Please please don't ask me any more questions.
"Mhm...You knew him?" The girl shook her head, a sad expression on her face. Weaver gave a small sympathetic smile. The girl's eyes started tearing up and Weaver had caught it.
"I wish I did." She replied with a sad smile. With that, she walked out of her room.
Rei hadn't noticed that she had kept one of her Gulag papers open. Once she was far, Weaver walked towards her table, going through the papers.
'Names of Gulags' 'Possibility of Survival' 'Ask Mason'
But nothing had anything relating to Stitch or Perseus or the Union. "She's looking for her father," Weaver whispered. He immediately walked out of the room, looking for Adler.
A/N: Also, I didn't give the name of the person they were supposed to spy on because... I couldn't come up with one and they weren't really important- just a tool to convey a certain piece of info.
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BLINDED BY THE GLOW.
➴ Summary: feelings last, even when the hollywood sign blinds you.
➴ Pairing: JP Cappelletty (Rook) / fem!reader (3rd POV).
➴ Warnings: Angst, 18+: sex.
➴ Wordcount: 1.8K
➴ Tagged: Homie as usual @angelaiswriting
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(Y/N) doesn’t know where she is. In some loud club in downtown LA that is giving her a headache. She can see Joan somewhere in the crowd, dancing with strangers… Martha is long gone. She sits in the bar and waits for the night to be over so she can return to the hotel and sleep what’s left of the trip.
It’s not that she’s ungrateful, she’s just… tired. When Joan told her she had planned a weekend in LA before the wedding, (Y/N) had thought it meant sunbathing and shopping at rich people’s stores, not a tour through all of the clubs this shithole of a town has to offer. It’s been a long time since (Y/N) gave up this kind of life for a more tranquil, domestic one, and not once has she regretted her decision. Not as much as Joan has in her behalf, at least.
A weekend isn’t much: that’s what she tells herself as she turns around to order a drink. She can do it. If she lets go a little bit, she might even like it. What’s the worst that can happen, right?
“(Y/N)?” An old, forgotten voice calls from behind her.
Oh, the voice in her mind exclaims right before it starts to panic. (Y/N) freezes on her spot, drink on mid-air as she blinks in confusion. “What’s the worst that can happen?” she repeats, mocking herself and cursing whatever is up there that has chosen her to be tonight’s Sims game.
“(Y/N)!” He calls again, closer to her ear this time. Close enough that she can smells him.
She turns around, feigning confusion. As if she has not recognised his voice… which, after so long she shouldn’t have (but that’s not something she’s going to think about tonight). She gives it a couple of seconds, one good look at him and then…
… the act begins. “JP? JP Cappelletty?” She exclaims, laughing as she tries to ignore how the side of his mouth curves downwards for a split of second at her words. Not what he had expected, for sure, but all she has to offer after so many years and a lot more than what he deserves.
He’s quick to recover, laughing and opening his arms. “That’s me!” He engulfs her.
She wants to die. She wants her life to end in this exact moment. Because then, she won’t have to let go of him again.
As he pulls back she finds herself missing the contact. She almost grabs him to pull him back against her… but when she lifts her hand the ring glows under the club’s lights and he is quick to catch on it.
JP smiles through a tornado of emotions. “Congratulations.” All happiness is gone from his voice. She nods, lowering her hand and accommodating it in her back pocket.
“Thanks.”
There’s nothing that can make this conversation return to normal (or as normal as it was), but sure as hell he’s going to put through the discomfort and keep it going. “Who is he? Do I know him?”
“No. How could you?”
Her words were innocent… right? Yes! No… she isn’t sure. It’s the truth: she met him in college and the last time she and JP saw each other was in high school. So, how did the truth sound so mean?
JP sighs, dropping his facade and sitting in the stool next to hers. “Ouch…” he laughs. “I guess I did deserve that one, huh?” She nods again. “I waited for a call… it never came.”
“Oh, was I the one supposed to call? I thought being the one still in school and with a decent schedule I was supposed to wait until the rockstar was free to be worth of some words. My bad, I guess.”
(Y/N) shrugs her shoulders and takes a sip from the now watered-down drink she forgot she had. If he is going to drop his facade and talk the real talk she’s going to do the same, and he ain’t gonna like it.
Not one bit. “And since we’re at it. I did call, but I never got a response. I even went to a concert back in Cleveland.”
He frowns, his pose becomes more rigid and he grabs the stool until his knuckles turn white. “What?”
“Yes,” she turns her head back to the crowd, looking for Joan to get her out of here. “Saw a couple of girls headed towards the bus and one of them threw herself at you. You said: “I’ve been waiting for you baby.” And got into the bus with her.”
(Y/N) lets the drink in the bar, sighing. She has turned herself towards him and is now looking right into his eyes. She had forgotten how pretty they were (and she curses herself for thinking so and for the way her cheeks redden at the sight). She rises a brow, waiting for a response. Coming from him, it wouldn’t be a surprise if she never got one.
JP swallows, looking regretful. He tries to speak a couple of times, but when nothing comes out he gives up and orders two new drinks. “I was young and stupid.” It’s his excuse.
Young and stupid doesn’t mean heartless or cruel, no matter what people might think. He was old enough to go around touring with a famous rapper… he was old enough to cut things and not let her hanging from a string of hope like an idiot.
“I was seventeen and pregnant, Johnny.” And you left me alone throughout the process, she wants to add, biting her tongue to avoid doing so. No point in remembering a painful past when she has a future waiting for her at home. Right?
“We decided on not having it.”
“We also decided on not leaving me alone at the abortion clinic.”
Their drinks arrive. JP empties his in less than a second. (Y/N) takes her a small sip of hers and puts it down, not losing sight of it. You never know… people aren’t good. She has to be cautious.
With each passing second, JP becomes more and more nervous.
Whatever he’s holding inside him is asking─no, begging─to be let out. It also looks as if he wants to throw up (which she can’t blame him for, giving how much and how fast he’s drinking).
(Y/N) tries to change the conversation to a lighter one. It doesn’t work. He keeps going back to their past and his mistakes and her fiance. She’s not sure she wants to know what’s going on in his mind.
At last, he rubs his face and then faces her. “I fucked up. But not a second has gone by that I haven’t thought about you and the life we could have together. And believe it or not, I still want that (Y/N).”
In all seriousness, this is the most serious she’s ever seen him. Even when he drums he likes to fuck around and not give it importance… but now, now the truth is out there and he’s laid his cards.
Hers? You want the truth? Well, here it goes: the truth is that she wants to beat him up as much as she wants him to take her to the bathroom and fuck her until she forgets her own name.
He’s a lot stronger than she is… so she scratches the first option and grabs his hand, leading him away from the bar and into the back of the club. She opens the door to the bathroom, making sure no one is in there, then closes it and pushes him against the door.
His lips feel familiar and their bodies move in flow. As if nothing had changed. Just the two of them rushing to become one. JP turns them around so that now she’s the one against the door. He unclasps his belt and then presses himself against her. Her dress going up by the second.
“Wait─I don’t have a condom with me.”
“You clean?” He nods. “Me too. Now shut up.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
(Y/N)’s hands find the hem of his trousers and the pushes them down alongside his boxers. His, at the same time, are pushing her dress up to her waist and discarding her panties somewhere in the floor. Not that she’s going to need them (or retrieve them, to be honest. Her dress is long enough to cover). JP grabs her waist with one hand while the other grabs her face and he forces her to look at him as he enters her. (Y/N) tries to bite down her moans but it’s impossible, as her walls stretch to accommodate him, she pleas and curses and wraps her legs around his waist so he can reach deeper inside her. She can’t feel but pleasure, the guilt that tried to make her reason is now gone, not even buried, just gone. Right now it’s him and how he’s moving to pleasure her. How he feels as if he belongs where he is. She moves her hips in sync, kissing his lips as he murmurs words she can’t or wants to understand. Faster, harder, deeper, the sounds emanating from her throat echo in the bad-lighted bathroom. Johnny lets himself grunt, sometimes a moan escapes his lips as well and she clenches at the sweet sound. He trembles, her legs lose strength. It’s not long until he finishes inside her, making her back arch as she herself lets go and feels the wave of pleasure take over her, cumming all over his cock.
He remains inside her for a couple more minutes, until he softens and she’s able to maintain herself on place without falling. His semen now runs down her legs, but she makes no deal out of it.
(Y/N) lowers her dress and brushes her fingers through her hair. She tries to fix her makeup to no avail and then turns around to face Johnny. He’s got his trousers up now and is ready to leave. She had expected him to be gone… but he is waiting for her.
“I’m getting married next Friday.” She walks up to him and gives him a kiss. There’s something in her that’s begging her to not let go. She doesn’t listen to it. “It was nice seeing you. Goodbye, JP.”
As she leaves the bathroom, she notices a pain in her stomach that she can’t ignore. She walks, walks and keeps walking. She doesn’t even stop to tell Joan. If she stops, if she looks back, there’s no way in hell she’s leaving without Johnny. No matter the tears that fall, the weird looks, or the way she can’t hold back her cries, she can’t look back…
… or can she?
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So Trip's advances were getting rejected over and over so I did a little bit of light cheating. Screw the experiment, I just want Trip to get his face slapped off. Is that so wrong?!
I added Diana to the household, removed her guitar, removed her existing relationship with her partner, made the relationship with Trip boyfriend and girlfriend, had them kiss
and
nothing.
*sigh*
What's a girl gotta do to get a little violence around here?
I'm calling it. I know it was anticlimactic but if I do this again, I'm clearly going to have to meddle a lot more. They don't have the personality the Bachelor contestants do. If they did, by this point, one of them would have burned the building down and declared the other a nemesis.
Ok, [Façade Save], I think this evening is over. 👉🚪
We'll be fine. You just have to go.
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★絶望 Character List★
Phoenix Wise High
Theodore Phoenix
The prince of the school.
Son of the headmaster, which makes him super popular but also puts incredibly amounts of stress on him.
Puts on a happy-go-lucky front to hide how depressed and lonely he is inside.
Due to his mother leaving him and his father when he was younger and his father's neglect of him, he's perpetually afraid of everyone around him leaving him if he's not good enough.
He works hard on his grades, often to the point of passing out, as he gets terrifying panic attacks if they're even a bit below perfect.
Reki Kagawa
The infamous loner of the school.
He has an extreme case of social anxiety, and being a late transfer student makes it extremely hard for him to talk at all at school.
His face is almost always passive as he learned a long time ago that it deters bullies better than anything else; it's incredibly rare to see him show any emotion on his face due to this.
His view of himself is perpetually warped due to years of bullying, which has lead to him often berating himself as boring and stupid.
He rarely has time for himself at all, as taking care of his sick mother and trying to keep up with school takes most of it.
Leopold Carnaby
The bad boy of the school.
Most people avoid his presence, especially at school, as he's known for flying into dangerous rages at people who even try to talk to him.
He has an immense hatred for his full name and calling him anything but Leo will get you a one way trip to the hospital.
Despite his outwards persona and anger issues, he's very soft with animals and children, often even helping the elderly around his neighbourhood.
Nobody knows what's actually going on with his family, though there are rumors that he's either homeless or that there's some abuse going on at his home that leads to him avoiding the place.
Milo Wagner
The smart bookworm of the school.
He's considered 'popular', if only because he's often the one who actually listens in class and thus has all the answers to tests and such.
Of course people often talk about him behind his back, but mostly due to his immense obliviousness he hasn't picked up on it.
He gets nervous when anyone asks about his family, though pretty much everyone has picked up that something's going on over there.
He's almost unhealthily skinny and never seems to eat anything, at least not around other people.
Royal Sunrise
Orpheus Draemdate
An artist who's detached from the world.
While he's incredibly in love with the world, it's mostly left at the aesthetic sense and he clearly views himself as an outsider when talking about the beauty he finds in everything.
While he's incredibly good at reading people and studying them, he doesn't truly understand the why and how of it.
He doesn't really have any friends or even acquaintances, as the most he talks to people is to ask to draw their portrait or when he gets commissions from people.
He doesn't spend a lot of time in his apartment when he doesn't have commissions to work on, and usually just wanders around the city in search of inspiration.
Daksh Mandal
A serious businessman with a workaholic streak.
He's perpetually tired and often on the verge of collapsing, as he tends to work himself to the bone as he perceives himself as having no purpose outside of his job.
He was previously married but his wife left him when his work became more and more important than her.
When he isn't working, most likely due to being forced to go home, he's at his apartment drinking tea and watching whatever happens to the on tv.
He used to be addicted to drugs before he got married to his wife. It used to be what he filled the void inside him before he started working and started using that as a replacement.
Lawrence Engelt
A clinically depressed hermit.
His father, largely the one thing connecting him to the rest of the world in any way, recently passed and Law inherited all of his money.
He leaves his apartment so rarely that sometimes the building's security guard is sent to check that he's still alive.
He has permanent dark circles under his eyes from his video game and energy drink addiction. He's especially fond of dating sims, most likely to fill his need for human contact and love.
He talks so little that his voice gets easily strained which makes his voice raspy and whispery.
Lazlo Farkas
An infamous serial killer.
He hates the world and everything that comes with it, but he hides it behind a charming and nice facade that makes everyone think that he's just another ordinary neighbour with a penchant for classical music.
He got his scars from his father, who was abusive to both him and his mother. His mother eventually ended up killing her husband and became a serial killer.
He listens to classical music while killing people since it reminds him of his mother and how it felt to be with her.
He has a habit of preserving his victims tongues in jars, as a way to 'remember' their last screams as they die.
La Dolce Vita Shopping Centre
Lennox Ashwell
An intimidating flowershop clerk.
Despite his looks and generally scary presence, he's actually a huge softie and is quite insecure about how people perceive him.
He often talks to the flowers at the shop when people aren't around, as other people don't really talk to him unless necessary.
His whole house is filled with various plants, as he has a tendency to take the dying ones with him to revitalize them. It makes him feel like he can actually do something good.
He's clearly had a troubled past that likely lead to his belief that he's no good, but he refuses to talk about it in any measure.
Shigeoki Nakayama
A barista with a grudge against his job.
He has a tendency to get stuck in customer service mode even outside of his job, as he's very aware that his prickly personality will just get him in trouble.
He's an alcoholic, coping with his shitty life and job by getting drunk at home, sometimes even on the job though he tries to avoid that when his superiors are around.
A lot of people hit on him on the job and even offer him their numbers, but his disgust at his job usually extends to the customers, who are clearly seeking to just spend the night with someone pretty.
He's a former street kid with hardly any skills other than bartending, so despite his hatred for his job he knows quitting isn't an option.
Ezra Nuit
A cheery jewelry shop clerk.
Due to being one of the longest lasting employees at the centre, he has a perpetual smile stuck on his face, that he seemingly can't take off even in his sleep.
His mother was one of the mysterious deaths in the shopping centre, when she fell through the glass ceiling of the jewelry shop while he was working there.
He always has jewelry on him, as he likes both feeling pretty and the attention he gets from it, likely stemming from having been a wallflower as a child to both his peers and family.
He lives with his younger sister now that his mother is dead, though neither of them spend that much time at home, much less at the same time. There's some tension there.
Iago
A bookshop keeper with a secret.
He has a calm and relaxed smile almost constantly on his face, though notably it isn't the same smile the rest of the shopping centre's employees have.
He always carries around a notebook, and while he on occassion writes in it when around people, nobody's ever read it.
He lives on the second floor of his bookshop, though people who've gotten in at night note that he never seems to sleep and that the shop gives off an eery feeling at night.
He's a bit arrogant when talked to, though his tone remains relaxed and teasing. He pretty clearly sees himself as being above other people in some way.
Black Spade Gang
Lucifer
The tough leader of the gang.
While to outsiders he comes off as sadistic and scary, to the members of his gang he acts like a reliable big brother.
He's a former orphan who founded the gang when he was 13, incidentally when he commited his first murder.
He keeps a pet snake around his neck at all times, a beautiful black Tiger Snake named Satan, who's extremely protective of him.
He has a particular fondness for getting into trouble, though he's very strict with his gang on where and what kind of trouble they can get into. He's very well aware he isn't the most dangerous thing in the city.
Luca
The clever second-hand man of Lucifer.
He's the brains of all their operations, being a master strategist and the only one out of the whole gang who's finished school.
He comes off as very kind, even to outsiders of the gang, and he knows how to take advantage of such presumptions. However, he's just as dangerous as the rest of them.
He comes from a well off family, but he was kicked out once he became too difficult for his parents to keep.
Lucifer is the one who introduced him to the life of crime when they were children, which is why he's extremely loyal to him.
Kit
The sweet looking maniac.
He's been with the gang for about as long as he can remember, and isn't really interested in anything outside of the little world he's created with his family.
He's always willing to go with whatever plans Lucifer may have, though he also has a tendency to go overboard with the violence so he's usually supervised by someone.
Despite his violent tendencies, he has a love for all things cute and fluffy and in fact often can't resist stealing things that fit the description if he sees them.
He's only calmed from his rampages if he's given his favorite stuffed animal, a little red fox named "Paddy".
Magnus
The silent muscle of the gang.
He's virtually mute, and usually communicates with grunts or charades. However, the rest of the gang seems to understand him just fine even without those.
Lucifer picked him up a few months after the gang was started, when he almost died in a scuffle he'd been pulled into by some kids who found him creepy.
He's very good at soothing the younger gang members, and is usually in charge of Kit. He also seems to always have something nice in his pockets, like candy.
He's very strong, capable of snapping someone's neck easily. In fact, he's done so on several occassions though usually it's to protect the other members.
Primrose Preparatory Academy
Enma Mephisto
A fellow yandere who pretends to be perfect.
He lives with his aunt, as his parents killed themselves when he was a child. Due to this he's desperate to please everyone around him, especially his aunt who always wanted a perfect little boy to dote on.
He's on top of the schools hierarchy, and is almost desperate to keep it that way which insentives him to keep the perfect facade on even more.
As he craves validation from the people around him, he sometimes goes to extremes to get it which has often resulted in him getting hurt.
The player, as the first person to see through his facade, grows into an immense obsession for him that he would be willing to do anything for.
Quincy Heverdoth
A crossdresser who's at the bottom of the school hierarchy.
Despite the harsh bullying he faces and the constant pressure from his mother to succeed and stop being who he is, he has an immense love for life.
He's physically very fragile and often sports more than a few bandages as his bullies tend to forget how easily he gets hurt.
He suffers from bulimia, as it's been drilled into his head that he has to look perfect for his family's reputation, which manifested in immense body dysphoria.
He cries a lot, from the slightest emotion he feels be it good or bad. Needless to say it's made him an even easier to pick on.
Mordecai Quintrell
An almost completely emotionless heir to a large conglomerate.
He's set to inherit his father's company in about a year and thus he's in a hurry to graduate and learn the ropes.
He doesn't have time for social interractions beyond business, but despite this he's popular at the academy as people admire his strong silent character.
He doesn't really know what he likes, as he's never had the time to figure himself or his personality out. All he's ever had to be is the heir to his father's company.
He's very good at reading people, but only in the business sense. His emotional intelligence when it comes to other people and himself is about zero.
Colin Stratton
A country pumpkin who recently came into a lot of money.
He's from out of city, and thus is unfamiliar with the societal expectations he has on him all of a sudden. Due to this most of the students tend to look down on him.
He's had very minimal education before coming to the academy and thus works extra hard to catch up. While this causes him immense stress, he tries to keep a positive outlook.
He's physically stronger than most people at the academy from years of farm work, and thus the students are slightly afraid to even try and bully him.
He's not used to being alone, so since the student body of the academy mostly avoid him he's very lonely at the school and is always looking for any excuse to chat with anyone.
Velvet Apple
Dae Kim
The "calm leader" of the group.
Outside of his stage persona, he's pretty energetic and the partying type. In fact, going to parties and engaging in reckless behaviour has grown into a bit of an addiction for him.
In recent years he's started caring less and less about his image, but some part of him is still afraid to disappoint all of his fans and ruin his career.
He's the most costly member of the group, mostly because they have to keep paying people to keep silent about his shenanigans.
He has an immense fear of darkness, and often sleeps in the same bed as one of his group mates so that he doesn't get nightmares from the darkness around them.
Sook Dang
The "innocent baby" of the group.
His actual personality is very foul and even hateful at times, as his time in the idol industry has left him pretty disillusioned with the world.
He often takes it upon himself to protect the rest of the group and despite his hatred for his stage persona, he'll play it up if it gets them out of uncomfortable situations.
He's the least comfortable in the group with showing his skin, and no one in the group knows why since at the start he was often in more revealing clothing to show off his cuteness.
He has a younger brother he has to take care of, which is why he's never really even thought of quitting or disobeying his manager and bosses.
Touyou Endo
The "playboy" of the group.
He's surprisingly innocent and naive, and the rest of the group are pretty intent on keeping it that way.
His parents, who were also idols, arranged for him to be a part of the group, and his immense fear of them keeps him from quitting.
He suffers from extreme insomnia, often not sleeping for days at a time. He wears a lot of makeup to cover up the effects of it.
While he isn't a fan of his career, he loves travelling and seeing new places. In fact, it's a dream of his to just travel the world without the pressure of being an idol.
Vasili Galkin
The "tough silent guy" of the group.
Actually a huge chatterbox, often to the point where his group mates have to physically keep him from talking while they're in public.
Considered the "exotic one" of the group, which he finds a bit weird, especially considering he isn't from a country that would be considered "exotic".
Only one of the group to speak more than one language, which makes him the translator of the group even if it's a bit hard to navigate.
Being part of the group is his ticket to permanently staying in the country, so his options for leaving the group are extremely limited.
Angelcare Hospital
Cyrus Leigh
The rough and uncaring doctor.
He specializes in the terminally ill patients, though he also has surgical training which he's immensely proud of.
Most of the staff is a bit scared of him, as it's a pretty well known fact that he can and will get people fired if they get in his way.
He isn't necessarily sadistic nor intentionally hurtful to his patients, he just doesn't view human life as worth caring for as a whole.
The only reason he became a doctor is because he knew it's a respected career choice and people would admire him for it.
Ira Banes
The sweet nurse with a dark secret.
Most everyone who comes into contact with him think him just the sweetest person alive and all of his patients trust him way more than any of the other staff.
Of course, his persona's all a ruse in order to get close to his patients before he kills them. This way no one ever suspects him.
He's extremely fascinated by dying people, which is why he became a nurse, and he desperately wants to know what it's like to die.
He keeps a diary of all his patients, up until the day they die. He has a whole cabinet full of them and he often sits around and reads them when he has free time.
He got fascinated with death when his mother accidentally slipped and hit her head, leading to a slow and painful death that Ira observed for several hours, never alerting anyone until it was over.
Narihito Glen
The patient who's been sick his whole life.
He's lived pretty much always in a hospital, dispersed with the few times he was allowed to go home when he was thought healthy only to be carted back into his hospital room.
His family has pretty much given up on him ever getting better, and they rarely even come to visit him and he doesn't really have any friends either, at least ones who last long.
Nobody's sure how long he still has, as nobody truly knows what's wrong with him, but he's outlived all previous estimates so he's a bit hopeful of living a long life.
He's not always in pain, but most of the time he's at least mildly uncomfortable or pained. In fact, most of his treatment boils down to lots and lots of painkillers.
Darling
???
Saves the player from a car crash at the start of the game and falls into a coma as a result. No one has any clue as to who he is.
His doctor's pretty sure that if he ever wakes up, he himself won't know who he is.
Sometimes mumbles in his sleep, though it never makes any sense, but at least it means he isn't brain dead.
Spider Lily Orphan Home
Reuben Aranha
The head supervisor of the orphanage.
Under constant stress to even keep the place running and taking care of the children, which doesn't help his already bad temper with them.
His family has owned the orphanage for generations. It's currently officially owned by his mother, but he's set to inherit it soon.
He truly cares for all the children at the orphanage, he just isn't the best with children and would most certainly not ever have taken this job if it wasn't his responsibility to do so.
He's aware that the orphanage and his family has some big secret to it, but he doesn't yet know what it is. He's been told he'll learn it when he owns the place.
Minekiyo
The eldest of the orphans.
He's always running after the younger children, helping Reuben take care of them, even going out of his way to get them out of trouble if something happens.
He's been at the orphanage his whole life, as he was abandoned there by his parents. Due to this, he considers Reuben a big brother and his mother his own mother.
He often ignores his own health and well-being for the sake of others, even if they don't deserve his help or sacrifice.
He's picked up a lot of skills while living at the orphanage, as they're almost completely self-sustaining and someone has to take care of the household chores.
Lysander
The delinquent type who hates the orphanage.
He's only been at the orphanage for a few years, as he arrived when his parent's died mysteriously and none of his family members wanted to take him in.
He has about no actual social skills, as he's always been a difficult child and his parent's thought it better to keep him away from other children.
He's not particularly violent, he just doesn't understand how to be around children or even most adults, and thus sometimes unintentionally hurts him.
Most of the kids at the orphanage consider him an outsider and he pretends not to care about it.
Kiku
The cheery arsonist.
He's been around for a good ten years, though no one at the orphanage knows anything about him despite it.
There's lots of rumors as to why he's at the orphanage, though the most widely accepted is that he killed his parents by setting their house on fire, but no one could prove it.
He doesn't really know how to do anything, as he's been largely restricted from helping around in fear that it will lead to a fire.
He keeps getting a hold of matches and lighters, and nobody knows how. Reuben has a large box of all his conficted fire hazards.
He frequently tries to set his own hair on fire, and his hands are permanently scarred and hurting.
Molchalin Family
Vladimir Molchalin
The head of the family.
He's an eccentric inventor, always coming up with new ideas and machines, most of which are scattered all around the manor.
He's very easily excitable, and tends to run around and shout whenever something surprising and/or exciting happens.
He's very affectionate with everyone, including strangers, but most of all his children. His youngest child, his only daughter, tends to get the brunt of it.
He never talks about his former wife, but he doesn't seem too bothered by her rather mysterious passing.
Anatoli Molchalin
The eldest son of the family.
He has a rather morbid sense of humor, and sports an impressive collection of taxidermied animals which he has made himself.
He has a very mischievous personality, often teasing and pestering his younger siblings much to their chagrin.
He's the closest in personality to his father, and seems to have an unfathomable hatred for his mother whom he refuses to talk about.
He's often around to encourage his younger siblings' hobbies and ambitions, doing anything he can to help them.
Naum Molchalin
The second son of the family.
He has an odd way of showing his affection, which is to try and murder the people close to him in increasingly elaborate ways.
He used to be his mother's favorite child, though the feeling has never seemed to be mutual. According to the people who know him, he got a lot more lively after his mother's death.
Despite being more "lively", he rarely exhibits any emotion on his face aside from boredom or occassional annoyance.
He rarely actually spends time with anyone, though if his siblings pester him enough he'll follow them around to do whatever, especially to Nadenka.
Sasha Molchalin
The third son of the family.
He's very daydreamy, and never seems to be aware of what's going on around him, though with the help of his family and servants he really never gets hurt.
Usually he spends his time in the garden, surrounded by all the butterflies and small animals that live there. He often naps at the base of his favorite willow tree.
He doesn't seem to even remember their mother, though notably he was always her least favorite and hardly spent time with her.
He has a weird tendency to find the oddest spots in the house to nap in, some that seem almost impossible to get to, especially for someone so unaware of their surroundings.
DeVille Family
Dario DeVille
The surprisingly sweet and cheerful boss of the family.
Most people tend to underestimate him, as they perceive him as "soft" and "kind", especially compared to his father who used to be a feared and ruthless boss.
He doesn't think that being cruel to his subordinates will get him anything, but that doesn't mean that he isn't willing to get his hands dirty if needed.
In a fight he's absolutely terrifying, though most people don't know about that since he's usually stopping fights rather than participating in them.
He knows how to use several different kinds of weapons, though he's most efficient with small firearms.
Clemente Galante
The serious and seemingly sadistic underboss.
He's pretty much always by Dario's side, only straying when ordered to or for his personal time, though even then he has to be forced to take it.
He's extremely neat and gets nervous if anything is out of place or doesn't go according to plan, which often ends in him tugging at his hair frantically.
It's rumored that he has a secret torture chamber in the basement of the DeVille family manor, though no one has ever found it.
He's very efficient with throwing knifes, though he himself prefers a bigger arsenal, like machine guns and rifles even if he's not particularly good with them.
Elio Sorbello
The clever & power hungry capo.
He only recently became a capo, after the unsolved murder of his former superior, though he's been a part of the family itself for most of his life.
Expert in poisons of all kinds, but he keeps it a secret as he'd rather people not know that he has the ability to poison them at any moment.
He ended up as part of the DeVille mafia as payment for his parents debts to them. Coming from relative poverty, he's always had a craving for the finer things in life.
He's the most outwardly ruthless of the more important family members, having made it very clear that he's willing to do anything if it gets him influence and power.
Vittorio Caito
The boss' cousin and a popular stripper.
He goes by his mother's maiden name since, while being part of the family, he lives a pretty separate life style from them, professionally speaking.
He's never had that much interest in the family business, which led to him passing his opportunity for being the boss to his older cousin.
He's still trained in fighting, and keeps a small knife strapped to his thigh at all times. That said, he's very slim and relatively weak, so he usually has a bodyguard tailing him.
He became a stripper pretty much only because it gives him attention and validation on his looks, which he views as his one strong point.
Heavenly Breath Church
Malachi Gallagher
A devout priest.
Came to faith after a near death experience he believes he was saved from by an angel. He left behind his previously borderline criminal life and became ordained shortly after.
He believes on occassion his dreams are prophetic and straight from God, as they've shown him the future and heaven.
He's very charismatic and can keep the attention of a room indefinitely, even though previous to joining the church he used to be rather soft-spoken and barely aknowledged.
Carries around a small cross with a secret knife in it, that he on occassion cuts his hand with for some reason.
Raphael Angelica
An angelical music director.
He's pretty much always available at the church, and many suspect that he lives there though he adamantly denies such claims.
Tends to hang around Malachi a lot, especially during services and events. They're always whispering together, which at one point led the members of the church to believe that they're in a relationship.
He has an extremely pretty voice, which is often described as sounding like an angel's choir, though he doesn't tend to sing a lot.
He's always helping the members of the church with anything he can, way beyond his actual duties. He might as well be an angel.
Asa Drued
A very gorgeous gardener of the church.
He's not actually particularly religious, or even a member of the church, he just works there and since he loves the church's garden he's perfectly happy staying there.
Many of the church members consider him an outsider, though it doesn't stop them from being enchanted with his looks.
He doesn't seem to be aware of just how pretty he is, though he's more than happy to receive compliments and get to know people because of them.
He's generally pretty friendly but he's often seen as unapproachable because of the way he looks, so he doesn't have many social contacts.
Micah Dulcie
A choir member with an innocent aura.
He's very gullible and his "friends" often convince him of ridiculous stuff or get him to do something silly to embarrass him.
He's a somewhat distant descendant of the church's founders, so he's considered an important part of it even and somewhat influencal in the going-on's of the church.
He carries around a small cross that he clutches when he feels afraid or nervous, given to him by Raphael.
His parents have always kept him under their strict watch, so he's not very knowleadgable about the world outside the church.
Gigglemug Psychiatric Hospital
Jahi Ayad
The lethargic head psychiatrist of the hospital.
He takes his study of the human mind very seriously and prides himself in his work, though notably his ability to discern actual human suffering is severely diminished due to his one track mind.
He's enjoys doing all sorts of experiments on people, and isn't afraid to get his hands dirty in his pursuit of knowledge and science.
He's perpetually tired & sleep deprived since he barely sleeps and tends to work until he collapses on his desk.
He's averse to modern technology, due to his belief that for things to work properly people have to be in direct contact with their subjects.
Kai Elton
The gentle security guard.
He always tries to treat the patients with patience, even if the doctor's at the facility get a bit annoyed and tell him to hurry up.
He hasn't been working at the hospital for long, and thus isn't all that aware of the worst of what's done there.
He often brings flowers from his own garden for the calmer residents, which makes him very likeable among the patients.
While he's originally from the city, he hasn't lived there for most of his life as his parents thought it better to not raise a child there. They were still quite against him moving back.
Tavi Vass / D'artagnan
The long time patient with a "volatile" case of DID.
Tavi is the host and core of the body, he doesn't remember what caused his DID. He tends to be a bit moody and quiet, but generally agreeable and sociable.
D'artagnan is a persecutor and non-human alter. He holds most of the trauma memories of the system but absolutely refuses to talk about it. He views himself as above other beings, especially humans, and can be violent to both others and the body.
Vevina is a caretaker alter, who's very careful with her words and actions, especially when it comes to Tavi and Cookie. She can be threatening if need be, but generally tries to make nice with everyone.
Cookie is a little alter, about 5 years old, and fronts very rarely. He's a bit shy but knows to be sweet to everyone since Vevina is, and he listens to adults as much as he can.
Kaita Ito
The patient with Dependent Personality Disorder.
His DPD is very severe and leaves him incapable of making the slightest of decisions, which is why he ended up at Gigglemug after his parents got tired of taking care of him.
His DPD is largely the result of his parents deciding and doing everything for him as a child, never allowing him to develop an identity beyond them.
He often neglects his own health as the doctors at the hospital aren't actually too interested in helping him, just observing and studying him.
Most of the other patients know that he's easy to take advantage of him, and the crueler ones of the bunch often get him to do stuff that will get him in trouble, which leads him to panic attacks.
Wainwright Detective Agency
Ariel Wainwright
The hardened head detective.
He's the only adult member of the Wainwright family left, as everyone but his 13-year old cousin are dead under semi-mysterious circumstances.
While he always seems calm and collected no matter the situation, he often has breakdowns in the privacy of his home or office from the pressure of being pretty much the only true facet of justice left in the city.
His knowledge of how corrupt the city truly is has lead him down some dark paths in the past, but he's sworn to himself to not become that person again.
He has a loyal pet dog named Sebastian that follows him around everywhere. He's actually a service dog that helps him keep his emotions stable.
Langston Hayes
The eccentric partner of Ariel.
He spends most of his time lounging casually around the office, usually in the strangest outfits.
He gets on Ariel's nerves constantly, but he's a good and just detective and can't be let go just for his eccentricities.
He was unofficially adopted by Ariel's father, the former head detective, after his parents died and Ariel's father was assigned to the case.
He has a talent for making people feel at ease around him and reveal all their secrets to him if he so wishes.
Sonny Ejiri
The newbie of the agency.
He's from outside the city and so isn't all that used to the violent and horrific crimes that happen there, at least not the amount.
He's a go-getter, but the silent type who'll listen to orders given to him dutifully unless he thinks it's an emergency.
Everyone tends to always underestimate him, even Ariel, because of his pretty face and small figure, but he's actually experienced in Judo and Bōjutsu.
He's not entirely used to the case process, especially not talking to people and he tends to get flustered when he has to do something new.
Lincoln Deantown
The serious secretary of the agency.
He has a very no-nonsense way with the agency, always keeping the three detectives in check and making sure they're doing everything by the book.
He's always making meals for everyone at the agency, be it the three detectives, witnesses, clients, or even the lesser criminals. In general, he tends to try and take care of everyone in his own gruff way.
He has a very intricate filing system in his little cabinet wall, and if anyone who isn't him touches it he is willing to break some bones.
He goes to anger-management therapy for his personality issues, as Ariel insisted he take them in order to be able to work at the agency.
Yokomura Family
Musashita Yokomura
The wise head of the family.
He's a very traditional man and tries to keep the family's secrets and traditions alive, even if it were to cost him his life.
He's the third generation leader of the family, and was born outside the city. He was only two years old when they moved in, so he doesn't remember much of the outside world.
He doesn't have the ability to feel compassion for humans, as he's been trained since he was born to simply kill.
He loves his two children, and while he can no longer do anything for his older son who's already been trained, he tries to prevent his younger son from becoming a monster like them.
Yoriu Yokomura
The emotionless eldest son who unlocks his yandere streak with the player.
He doesn't understand the emotions of others or his own, often leading to him saying or doing hurtful things without understanding why people get upset.
The first emotion he's ever understood is his "love" for the player, as explained to him by his father, which makes him unable to let go of them.
He's an expert in bladed weapons, just as his father is expert in poisons and his brother in technology.
He's the most mysterious member of the family, as nobody outside the manor has seen his face and lived.
Kitsuya Yokomura
The family's tech wizard adopted son.
He was adopted by Musashita when he was 5, possibly as a way to try and repent even in the slightest for his career.
He spends most of his time in his room, which is filled with screens and computers, along with other pieces of high-tech technology.
He's never killed anyone with his own hands, but he helps his father and brother by gathering intel and acting as a remote lookout.
He's a bit spoiled since his father wants to provide for him as much as he can and the servants are afraid to deny him in fear of his older brother.
Yasuki
The loyal & skilled head butler of the family.
His family has been serving the Yokomura's longer than anyone could trace back, possibly to the start of both families careers. Due to this, he knows nothing else than being loyal to the Yokomura's.
He started quite young, as his father who was the previous head butler died during a mission and someone from their family needed to replace him.
He takes care of the ten guard dogs of the manor, and considers it to be the highlight of his day.
He acts like a true gentleman and servant no matter the situation, even when killing or in danger.
Devil Hill House
Samael Teivel
The master of the house.
He only appears in his office when it's raining, always looking out the large windows to the surrounding forest.
He speaks in riddles, often so incomprehensible and removed from reality that they're impossible to decipher.
The story has it that he made a deal with the devil or a dark spirit of somekind when he was alive, and he and his house got burned down for it.
He seems extremely interested in sweets, as they're the only thing that can lure him out of his office if only for a moment.
Belial
The being in the mirror.
If people look into the reflective surfaces in the house, their reflection slowly turns into his form and they are driven insane by looking into his eyes.
He's possibly the dark spirit who made a deal with Samael, but he doesn't aknowledge questions about the house and inhabitants before it became haunted.
He always knows what's happening inside the house, often telling the other residents when there are intruders in their areas. The only room he won't go in is the main office.
He clearly enjoys messing with intruders more than the others, his laughter often echoing throughout the house as they're being tormented.
Faust & Mephisto
The pair of twins in the hallway.
They always move in perfect sync, mirroring each other and talking together to make their voice echo.
They walk around the hallways of the house, and on occassion enter a room that was clearly theirs when they were still alive.
Most people couldn't possibly tell the twins apart, despite them being mirror twins. Even when they were alive they were impossibly similar, which often annoyed them.
During the night they'll sing lullabies to each other, taking turns until they fall asleep and then disappear.
???
The thing in the basement.
He doesn't seem to be capable of talking, only communicating through growls and yelps. Often his howls can be heard through the forest, leading people to the house.
He refuses to leave the basement, and people who go into the basement don't often come back. In fact, most of the other residents usually herd intruders in there to get rid of them.
Sometimes he looks out the small window in the basement, especially when it snows though he'll avoid everything that comes from through the broken window.
He's constantly starving, only eating when intruders arrive as there is no other food in the house.
Fanfare Fits Carnival
Lockhart
The weird ringmaster of the carnival.
He speaks in a very grandiose way even outside the ring, his powerful voice grapping the attention of passerby's easily to lure them into the carnival grounds.
While he himself doesn't really do acts during the shows, he clearly directs the other performers and often springs suprise tricks on them to amaze the audience.
He's very boisterous and enjoys the spotlight, but his willingness to do anything to keep the carnival running comes from his love for it, as both his home and family.
He was raised with the travelling carnival, his parents being former performers before they died during a show and the previous ringmaster adopted him.
Arion Crystalion
The grand-star of the show, a magician.
While not performing his shows in the main tent, he has a small personal tent where he reads people's futures and gives them life advice.
He joined the carnival a couple of years before they settled in the city, though he seems awfully familiar with the place.
He doesn't talk about his past before the carnival, and is incredibly protective of the only thing he had with him when he joined, a crystal ball.
The rest of the performers admire him a lot for the things he's capable of doing, though some of them are incredibly jealous of his star-status.
Thingamajig
The creepy clown.
Nobody remembers when he joined the carnival, and people in general have a hard time remembering anything about him when he's not present.
He likes handing out balloons and treats to the people exploring the carnival grounds, though most who take them disappear shortly after.
He rarely talks, and when he does people can never agree on if his voice is high-pitched or low and gravelly.
Children seem to trust him a lot for some odd reason, and he often escorts them around the carnival, showing off all the attractions.
Andromeda
The beautiful carousel ride sculpture.
He sits inside one of the carriages on the carousel, originally there to make lone riders feel less alone.
He thinks he came to life shortly after the carnival came to the city, though his memory is hazy.
He loves watching the quests ride on the carousel, though his longing to talk to them only grows larger with every spin the carousel makes.
He has never actually talked or moved much, afraid of someone discovering him and getting rid of him. He loves his carousel home too much to leave it behind.
Wraithfeat Cemetery
Jade Eidolon
The odd undertaker.
He speaks very slowly and lethartically, often devolving into mumbling and whispers if he speaks longer than a couple of words.
He lives at his shop at the very edge of the cemetery, and only ever leaves the place to do his job inside the cemetery. He never steps a foot outside the cemetery gates.
He avoids talking to people as much as possible, as he considers them to be terrifying and dark creatures since he only ever sees them in the throes of sadness which often turns to anger.
People tend to be very uncomfortable in his shop, as it's always a bit dusty and the shelfs are filled with jars of unknown substances and strange taxidermied creatures. Not to speak of the opossum people swear is alive but can never catch moving.
Shi
The shade who hangs around the cemetery.
He's usually seen sitting a top the brickwall surrounding the cemetery, around the main gates.
Normal people can't see him, but they can feel him looking at him and if he happens to touch them they'll get intense goosebumps.
He was born from the dark negative emotions of the people visiting the cemetery, so he doesn't really understand or experience positive things.
Everytime someone brings flowers to someone's grave, he'll take one from the bunch and stash it away in his private collection.
Luan Quy
The unaffected caretaker of the cemetery.
He doesn't believe in the supernatural so he doesn't really think there's anything odd going on in the cemetery, plus his iron-nerves, makes him perfect for his job.
He's the only person taking care of the cemetery besides Jade, who fears him a lot, so he's usually busy cleaning gravestones or weeding the flowerbeds.
Somehow he's very social outside of his job, though most people do think him a bit weird for taking the job, no matter how essential and well paying it is.
Despite the job being pretty well paying, most of his money is sent to his family so he lives in a small cheap apartment near the cemetery.
Peregrine
Odd bird-like fellow who regularly visits the cemetery.
He always visits the same grave, at the very back of the cemetery who's headstone is broken and overgrown.
He's often followed around by a flock of crows, who assist him with whatever he's doing and bring him fun little trinkets.
He seems to disappear when he leaves the cemetery, only the flock of crows left behind to fly off.
He tends to avoid talking to the other visitors, though the ones who've managed to catch him say he's quite a pleasant fellow.
Crystal Mirror Club
Lazarus Rhodestone
A mischievous and seductive vampire.
In modern words, he'd probably be called a 'playboy' but he despises it and insists that he's simply 'someone who enjoys things life throws at him'.
Despite the fact that he can't actually get drunk, with the amount he drinks he could technically be considered an alcoholic.
He often tells grand tales of travelling the world, living in a dark mansion where he was free to torment travellers and the villagers who fear him, though he doesn't like talking about why he's now in the city, not in a grand mansion or a dark castle.
He keeps a locket on him at all times, that he's extremely protective of and never takes off for anything.
Hamao Fujiki
A socially awkward jorogumo singer.
The only time he feels confident is on the club's stage, though unfortunately for him that confidence translates into his magic seduction abilities and usually leaves him swarmed with admirers.
He lives at the back of the club in a small room Amadeus arranged for him when he first started working there.
He used to live in the forest, but something drove him out and forced him into the city. where he was found by Amadeus and take in.
He tends to cover his face with his signature scarf when going out, not only to hide his otherworldly appearance but also to stop his seduction abilities from accidentally activating.
Amadeus Octave
An incubus who owns the club.
He's owned the club for about 250 years, though back then it was a completely different sort of establishment.
Because of his way with human emotions and dreams, he's particularly sensitive to people and their blights and can't turn away hurting people.
He has a special room in the back that he sometimes brings people into, but nobody knows what happens in there as the people who go in never remember when coming out.
He has a collection of sketchbooks, full of potraits of different people and places, presumably ones he's met and been to.
Gratie van Helsing
A clumsy and silly monster hunter.
While his style of speech is usually whimsical and playful, but on occassion it will drop down to a dramatic drawl, lead on by ominous warnings and mutterings.
He usually presents himself as a simple doctor from a foreign land, who travels looking for a place to settle.
His whole entire family are and have been monster hunters, most of them believing they're descendants of the van Helsing. Whether or not this is true is debatable.
He's a bit reckless when it comes to his job, often rushing into things without thinking about he consequences first.
Holdem Forest
Moriki
A mischievous tanuki.
He often hangs around the entrances to the forest, pranking visitors by taking on ghostly forms or a friendly face, leading them astray.
He isn't a cruel person, he simply knows that the more haunted the forest seems, the less people will want to seriously harm the place.
A lot of the forest folk know him and appreciate him for protecting the forest, often popping by for crackers and tea.
He's not originally from the forest, he came there looking for his brother who he believes is somehow living in the city.
Nishith
A bit too friendly naga.
He's extremely curious about humans, despite the fact that every member of his family has warned him against them.
He has a small territory he lives in that he never leaves, even if he desperately wants to explore the rest of the forest and beyond it.
He's unfortunately oblivious to his own dangerousness, like his poison fangs and strong tail, which more often than not ends in a dead little friend.
While he's very intelligent, especially for someone who's grown up in a forest, but he's very easily distracted and forgets to think when excited.
Valdemar
A lonely and elusive näkki.
Usually he appears to people as a beautiful horse to lure them into his pond, but his 'real' form is that of a beautiful but corpse-like man.
Even the other residents of the forest fear him and avoid his home pond, and he considers it to be best this way, as he can't help his nature and thus would be a danger to them.
He's very protective of his precious violin, though if someone were to bring him a specific kind of gift [three drops of blood, a black animal, or vodka] he'll gladly teach them to play it.
As calling him by his name is the only way to kill him, he never tells it to people unless he absolutely 100 percent trusts them, which has never happened.
Oberon
Fae king of the Unseelie court.
He often rides through the forest with his entourage, causing mischief to travellers, especially if encountered head on.
He has a blood feud with the Queen of the Seelie court, Titania. No one in either court knows why, though there's rumors of a love triangle.
As he's incapable of lying, he's gotten very good with words to entice and entrap people with.
He loves stories, especially interesting and new ones, and they're a good way to get out of his bad favor or not end up kidnapped by him. Or it'll make him want to kidnap you more, he's a bit unpredictable.
Death Parade Offices
Bela
The God of Death.
He is the CEO of the Death Parade Corporation, along with his brother Valentin, though he's clearly the more responsible one.
He doesn't understand living creatures, especially love and feelings of affection, though he's indefinitely curious about them.
He has a small black french bulldog named "Surma" who follows him everywhere and often fetches stuff for him.
He's very conscious of his appearance, as he's a bit paranoid of humans finding out who he is. He's very aware of the human opinion on death.
Valentin
The God of Love.
The other CEO of the Death Parade Corporation, the whole thing being originally his idea to hide both his and his brother's jobs.
He's always been the more popular brother, so he's very social and popular among the mortals around them.
He has a large white Norwegian Forest Cat named "Psyche" who usually lounges on a luxurious pillow in his office.
He's capable of possessing people to help people with their love life, though he usually leaves such stuff to his employees.
Aeron
Reaper just trying to do his job.
He pretty much fuels himself with coffee, being a worrying regular in the coffee shop near the offices. 19 shots of expresso.
He usually rides around doing his job on a white, sleek motorcycle, a sharp contrast to his black and pink office suit.
His co-workers like to often remind him of his rebellious phase before the company was established, when he was wild and reckless.
He has a stuffed bunny on his desk in his office, which he tries to desperately hide from people, not wanting to ruin his serious image.
Desi
The cupid to be blamed for all of this.
He loves experimenting with his job, which usually results in good things, at worst a few broken hearts.
He often spends time sleeping on fainting couch in his office while he's supposed to be doing paperwork, much to Aeron's chagrin.
He often gets away with a lot of his nonsense because of his cute and innocent face, and his very convincing apologies.
He's pretty notorious for being the reason for a lot of minor tragedies of the past, and despite people pointing it out he ignores it and continues his nonsense.
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Never Turn Your Back on the Sea
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Multi
Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James/Tim Stoker, Georgie Barker/Melanie King, Basira Hussain/Alice "Daisy" Tonner
Characters:, Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Alice "Daisy" Tonner, archive staff
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Alternate Universe - No Powers, alternate universe - no fear gods, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, everyones a monster in this one, Seaside, Grief/Mourning, Mistaken Identity, Tags Contain Spoilers, Memory Alteration, Happy Ending, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, Canon Asexual Character, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Little Mermaid Elements, Fae & Fairies, Modern, Hurt/Comfort, i put graphic depictions of violence up on there but it isnt /that/ bad but just to be safe, Updates Mondays
After martin's mum dies, Peter welcomes him to live in his summer home while he's away. While there, Martin makes new friends, finds something odd on the beach, and finds out there is a little more to the world than he initially thought.
It is a month and a half after the funeral, Martin’s mind is still fogged as he drives. He distantly wonders if his brain will ever clear or if he would be this husk of a man for the rest of his life. Maybe he had always been like this, and his Mum’s death just pulled away from the facade of being okay, perhaps he was always this empty shell.
The road is quiet as he made the last leg of his trip. The only sound is the wind, crashing waves, and the white noise of the radio. The land is flat, just the scrubby trees and overgrown grass filling hiss view, he can see between the tree breaks to the rocky cliffs and get glimpses of the distant ocean.
It is cresting into dusk as Martin pulls into the parking space next to the gorgeous summer home. It is a small Italian-style villa, miles from the nearest town, pressed close to the jagged cliffs. One floor with windows covering most of the sides. A footpath leads off of the back door and down the cliffside. It’s beautiful in the setting sun.
Part of Martin wonders why Peter would want to live anywhere else. Peter, Martin’s godfather, was vaguely involved in Martin’s life but nothing beyond the occasional happy birthday or Christmas card, until Mum died. It had been years since the last time he heard from Peter. Then, during her funeral, Peter offered an open invitation for Martin to live at his seaside summer home. It was unexpected, to say the least, but Peter reminded Martin that he was the closest thing he has to family now, and family has to help family. So once Martin lost his meager-paying job, he had nothing holding him down in London.
“I’m going to be out on the Tundra until April,” Peter explained over the phone a little over a week ago. “I mean, you can feel free to stay there once I’m back, but I know how we both prefer being alone.”
“Heh yeah,” Martin stammered while looking at his empty flat “I-I-I promise I’ll have my feet under me by then, and out of your hair. I don’t need six months to get myself together, right?”
Martin winces at the memory- how manic he sounded, maybe desperate. He doesn’t need more than six months to get his life together… Especially when he’s restarting his life like this.
The house is… nice, lovely even. Martin walks through, turning on the lights and checking the water. It’s an open floor plan with an airy and bright atmosphere, though on the cold side and sparsely decorated. The furniture has white sheets covering it, and everything has a thin layer of dust. There are few personal items- the only thing Martin finds on his first pass are some seashells, boating memorabilia, and a single black-and-white framed photo of a young Peter and a man Martin does not recognize.
After the first pass, Martin goes and gets his essentials out of the car- leaving the rest of his unpacking for the morning. Not that he packed much, just what he could fit in his tiny four-door and even smaller trailer he got off of craigslist-- which holds the few pieces of furniture he did not sell when he moved out.
Once the house is checked for damage, water heater turned on, new sheets laid on the guest bed, and overnight bag unpacked it is well past dark and Martin is beyond road weary. By the time his head hits the pillow, he’s passed out.
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Counterculture Career (TSBO conversion)
Created for: The Sims 4 by Dero
This is a conversion of the Counterculture career from The Sims Bustin’ Out. The daily pay and work hours are mostly unchanged. The Sims 4: Spa Day is required as the career heavily relies on the wellness skill. This career is perfect for your hippie-ish Sims! Technical Spa Day required Works with latest April patch (1.51.77.1020)
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Career details under the cut!
Levels 1. Panhandler §28/hour, 10:00am - 2:00pm, _ T W _ F S S Objectives: Charisma 2 Description: Why work for money when you can just ask for it? 9 to 5 jobs are for suckers caught up in the machine. They're just a bunch of puppets! The more you mock them, the more money they give you! 2. Leaflet Distributor §30/hour, 10:00am - 2:00pm, M T _T F S _ Objectives: Charisma 3, Painting 2 Description: You've got to wake people up to reality! Press flyers for psychic fairs, meditation camps and cooking classes into their greedy hands. Make friends and learn some skills to further the revolution! 3. Basket Weaver §36/hour, 10:00am - 3:00pm, M T _T F S _ Objectives: Charisma 4, Handiness 2 Description: Art is the answer! By filling the world with beauty, maybe people will finally see the beauty in themselves...and each other. You're not in this for the money, you're in it for developing your skills. 4. Flower Child §40/hour, 12:00pm - 5:00pm, M _ W _ F S S Objectives: Charisma 5, Cooking 2 Description: Art isn't enough anymore...you've got to live a whole new way to make them see the truth. Spend time cooking and chatting. Love and laughter will heal all! 5. Massage Therapist §44/hour, 11:00am - 4:00pm, M T W T F _ _ Objectives: Charisma 6, Wellness 2 Description: Your interest in nutrition has put you...in touch...with people that need healing. Not only can you make some decent money, but you can change your clients lives in person. Just don't rub people the wrong way. 6. Yoga Instructor §60/hour, 10:00am - 3:00pm, M T W T F _ _ Objectives: Charisma 7, Wellness 3 Description: Massage work was a great way to help people, but it was only one at a time. As a yoga instructor...it's a "one to many" relationship. Many people learn, many people pay. Everyone feels better afterward. 7. Transcendentalist §70/hour, 12:00pm - 5:00pm, _ _ W _ F S S Objectives: Charisma 8, Wellness 4 Description: Your gift for difficult poses, deep breathing and cutting through the BS has made you something of a local celebrity. Start practicing and giving speeches to spread the word and spread the love. 8. Love Guru §90/hour, 12:00pm - 5:00pm, M T _ T F _ _ Objectives: Charisma 9, Wellness 5 Description: Your speeches have translated into 98 languages and disciples have come from around the world to listen to your every word. Love really is the answer, at least to your financial problems! 9. Psychic Activist §110/hour, 2:00pm - 7:00pm, _ _ W _ F S S Objectives: Charisma 10, Wellness 6 Description: Not everyone is buying your "love trip", but one thing they can understand is being "free"! Your public love-ins and annual "Burning Clothes" festival are mandatory events for anyone who is anyone. 10. Full-Time Freak §250/hour, 10:00am - 2:00pm, _ _ W _ F S _ Description: The power, the lust, the mental gymnastics, the non-stop parade of freaks, utopians, pagans, lovers, the mad money...it's all a bunch of lies! Well, money doesn't lie at least. Meditate on that...while you keep up the facade. Languages This career is currently available in English and Swedish.
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@arissayoo, hey!!! it’s ur atiny christmas angel!!!!!!!! i thought that since you’d be getting to open a bunch of presents earlier in the day, i’d give you your gift a little later. recency effect, you feel? (definitely not a product of my procrastination, no maam, not here. we do not know that word.) i’m gonna be honest—this isn’t my best work. but i tried to write out something that you might like, so i hope you enjoy! i apologize for it not being too sappy or holiday-themed 🥺; i felt like that friendly, comfortable feeling was what worked best. please let me know if you’d like any changes! i hope the rest of your holidays go wonderfully~ (also, your pets are adORABLE oh my goodness…pls giv nala an extra kiss for me….)
LIL PLAYLIST!! 맘 편히 (comfortable). G2 ft. GRAY & Simon Dominic // dancing like butterfly wings. ATEEZ // i swear i’ll never leave again. keshi // LOVE?. ELO & PENOMECO ft. GRAY // she likes spring, i prefer winter. slchld // sims. Lauv // stay with me. ayokay ft. Jeremy Zucker
“I’m so sorry about this,” Yeosang says for the fourth time that minute. “I totally forgot what day it was. I was planning on getting my license before I moved out, but—“
Sira grins, nudging his shoulder with hers as she grabs her keys.
“Don’t worry about. What would I be doing otherwise? Road trips are fun.”
Yeosang glances between her and the garage of luggage on his left, opens his mouth to say something, but then turns back to the luggage to gape for a moment.
When he’s done with that, he looks at her again, eyebrows furrowing. He has somehow managed to look even more apologetic, and Sira lets out a breath that’s stuck somewhere between a laugh and a sigh.
“It’s okay, Yeo. I’m serious. I’m glad you’re with me and not some random moving dude who you wouldn’t even feel comfortable telling the address.”
“I would be totally —“ he starts, but after a second thought, goes silent. When he speaks again, he sounds solemn. “I would be totally screwed. Damn.”
Sira grins, dragging a few boxes over to the trunk, and Yeosang piles the rest into the back seats.
Once they’ve settled in, Yeosang having thanked her another five times, and Sira having asked him to connect his phone to the stereo in a futile attempt to calm his nerves, they finally start the drive to his new house.
That is, until Sira asks if they locked the door and Yeosang notes that their lunch is sitting on the patio floor. Neither of them realize the garage is open until they’re backing into it again without moving a finger. Then Sira heads in to lock the door and registers that the door isn’t just unlocked – it’s wide open.
She reminds herself to check in on Yeosang’s new place at least three times before every other trip. And to remind the other boys to remember to check in on him a lot. And then realizes she’s standing in front of the door, still open, muttering to herself. She shakes her head, widens and then shuts her eyes, then takes a breath and shuts the door.
Yeosang is grinning at her from outside the patio when she looks up, keys on a finger as he steps up beside his old shoe-rack.
“You forgot the keys.”
Sira blinks blankly as he slips past her and locks the door, then lets out a slow exhale and waves at the door.
“Bye, bud.”
She squints, head tilting the slightest bit, lips apart.
“Are you trying to be cute, or are you really gonna do that every time you move?”
Yeosang feigns a sad look, pouting, puppy-eyed, the whole lot, as he heads out the door (forgetting lunch again, Sira notes with a fond grin, grabbing it herself) and he pats the door as it shuts behind them.
“I’m really gonna miss the house. I did all my dumb university stuff here. Like use tuition savings on drones. And then play with the drones instead of studying.”
Sira clicks her tongue, buckling back into the car as he shuts the garage.
“And decide to move out on Christmas eve?”
Yeosang whines, pout back on his lips as he grabs a seat.
“I said I’m sorry. I thought it was November.”
Sira sighs, then nods, lips parting slightly as she backs out again.
“No worries. It’s also why everyone’s getting their gifts late, and why I’m gonna be on the road instead of staring at my beautifully decorated Christmas tree with my even more beautiful babies.”
“I’m sure the cats will be fine for a day.”
“You're forgetting Nala?"
"Not forgetting," he notes, smiling softly. "We both know she already misses you like hell, and we're just getting on the freeway now."
"Well that's reassuring."
He doesn't answer, just looking out the window, but a minute later, he’s slouching again.
“I really am sorry.”
Sira glances between him and the road, eyes flitting around before she declares,
“Every ‘sorry’ equals one episode of Goblin you have to sit and watch with me.”
Yeosang’s eyebrows furrow, head lilting to one side.
“Every sorry is an hour of time? That’s a little—“
“Your sorries are worth less than an hour of your time?”
“Well, no, but Goblin is bo—“
“Stop right there for your safety, Yeo.” When Yeosang looks up and notices the way Sira is trying to glare at him, then the road, then the rearview mirror, and then him again, he struggles to keep from giggling, but breaks off the sentence all the same. He can see a mirroring grin slip onto her lips too, but he pretends her facade's functional.
“Sorry,” he says, and then his eyes widen. Sira stifles a laugh herself, and in a matter of seconds, they’ve both dissolved into fits of laughter.
The rest of the ride goes quick, with Yeosang ricocheting through topics—calling to mind all the new songs he wants to show her, asking random questions about car insurance, and even trying to budget video game money. Sira drives, he talks, Sira listens, and then, somehow, they’re there.
It takes them a few hours to unpack, so despite their attempt at an early departure, by the time the apartment rooms are livable, the sun is setting. Yeosang hasn’t bought balcony chairs yet, so they sit on the balcony floor, clad in parkas and toques, and they keep talking.
When the sun falls past the horizon, Yeosang can see the way Sira stops halfway through sentences, blankly blinking before her earlier topic returns to her, and suggests they head inside—so they do.
Sira’s filter starts waning around then, and she declares, walking into the mostly empty living room, “This isn’t Christmas eve.”
Yeosang raises an eyebrow, and a half-grin rises onto his lips instantaneously. “Really? That’s great news for me. I’m about…” he trails off, pretending to count off something on his fingers. “8 presents behind.”
Sira shakes her head, laughing as she starts scrimmaging through boxes. “You need lights and stuff. Do you have any in here?”
Yeosang hums in thought before shaking his head, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry.”
“That’s three episodes so far.” Yeosang tsks, feigning a frown, but he can’t help dropping it for a grin when he sees the way Sira’s smile grows every time he slips up.
“Sorry. That was my bad. Sorry about that.”
She knows he’s messing around, so she stops counting, grabbing her phone and humming in thought.
“We can just watch the whole thing together, since you seem to love it so much all of a sudden. Anyways, it’s late. ‘m tired. Are the pillows in the car?”
Yeosang shakes his head, opening up a few boxes. “There’s some over here, with the blankets. Are two okay? Just one each?”
She nods and he drags over the box, grinning as he pulls them out. “My mom got these before I moved out.”
Sira’s fatigue is fairly visible at this point in the way she nods, pulling a pillow under her head and looking up at Yeosang with a slow-mo smile. Her blinks are slow, but her gaze lingers, steady, around his eyes.
“Mhm. Cute. Real—” a yawn.”—really cute. ‘m gonna sleep. Merry Christmas.”
Yeosang’s eyebrows shoot up, and he’s about to offer her some hot chocolate before he remembers he hasn’t bought a new microwave yet. He decides to just set the blanket over her, mutters a ‘merry Christmas’ back, and tries to keep from looking over at her too much.
It proves more difficult than he thinks – she takes her glasses off before sleeping most of the time, setting them aside neatly, but at the moment, they’re halfway down her cheek, sliding steadily. It's ... cute. He tries to pull them off as gently as possible but she groans and turns over anyhow. Setting them on a box, he grins back over at her before remembering again that she’s asleep and flushing, turning away to grab himself a pillow.
He's giving into temptation within the next minute — setting his pillow beside hers, sliding an arm under it, and letting his cheek rest on the pillow so they’re facing each other.
She looks so cute. He muses, still smiling. He feels dorky, but he doesn’t let himself worry about it too much, preoccupied. Really cute.
After some more silent contemplation, he decides that the jeans he’s in are pretty uncomfortable after his eyes flicker open with every movement around them, and decides to change into what he hopes Sira will accept as holiday-enough.
When he’s back after rummaging through his suitcase and then trying to find a laundry hamper, Yeosang slides onto the floor next to her. A hint of a smile sneaks past his lips and he mumbles,
“Thank you.”
There’s no answer – though it isn’t as if he’s expecting one. His smile only grows in the silence, and he finds his cheeks are warm again. He sets his elbow on the floor, cheek in hand, humming a familiar, unidentifiable tune under his breath. His eyes glide across Sira’s eyes, nose, mouth, hair, and then flutter shut. He grins sheepishly to himself when he finally works out a present he can get her in time for Christmas.
He doesn’t sleep too well, though, after his mind wanders through the different ways to share his feelings, and uses none in the end, but the embarrassed kiss he earns for his groggy confession is more than enough validation for him.
#merry christmas!!!#sorry this is late :[#n for not having been the best of anons :[#ur a super cool person tho n my inbox is always open if you need me!!!!!!#atiny christmas angel#hope u like it aaaa
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Get to know me!
I was tagged by @eggomaniax thank you!
Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 people that you would like to get to know better
1. Gender: Female
2. Star Sign: Leo
3. Height: As a Brazilian I use an different method, but I´m 1m70cm
4. Favourite bands: Clear Bandit, 5H, and does musical casts counts? If does, Hamilton, Heathers, Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen and Wicked casts.
5. Favourite solo artists: Taylor Swift, Yemi Alade, Manu Gavassi, Selena Gomez
6. Songs stuck in my head: What is This Feeling so sudden and new, Two Player Game
7. Current Favourite Song: Just one? Well, now I´m like very into Hamilton, so I would say Wait for It, but it could be any song of Hamilton, BMC, Heathers, DEH or Wicked (Defying Gravity is one of my favorites)
8. Last movie watched: La La Land, and I loved it
9. Last TV show watched: One Day at a Time, my new favorite show
10. When did I create this blog: 2015 I guess, but I just started using it last year (or in the end of 2016, idk)
11. What do I post: Mostly art and musical and voltron trash
12. Last thing I googled: I kinda don’t remember, probably My Candy Love webstie
13. Do I have other blogs: yes, a voltron blog and a blog for my art and edits and I´m thinking about creating a blog for musical stuff
14. Do I get asks: The last ask I received was like, 2 weeks ago? IDK, tumblr doesn’t show the posts’ date, but I don’t get a lot of asks, so if you want, talk to me, about anything, and if you want to ask about my ocs, better, I’d love to tell their stories (and as a writer I have a loooot of stories)
15. Following: 439 blogs. Oh my
16. Followers: 67 amazing people
17. Favourite colour(s): I don’t have like one favorite color of all of them, but I could say Silver
18. Average hours of sleep: 7, now because of school I’m waking up at 5:30 a.m. (help)
19. Lucky number: 46
20. Instruments: I tried playing a musical keyboard once, but I didn’t liked, so I don’t play anything
21. What I’m currently wearing: dresses when I’m at home, and jeans shorts and shirts when I need to go out. Unfortunately I don’t have any outfits with prints from the fandoms I’m in
22. How many blankets do I sleep with: One. Guys I live on Brazil and now it´s summer
23. Dream job: Writer, musical writer, tv show writer, cartoon, comic, book writer, I would love any of this (an have a least one project for all of them). I just wanna create my stories and tell them to the world.
24. Dream trip: New York for reason of: BROADWAY, and Orlando (geez what a cliché)
25. Favourite food: Barbecue and candies
26. Nationality: Brazilian
27: Dream house: A mansion with like, big windows on the facade (a.k.a. janelão de rico pra quem segue a Zie), or a smaller and confortable house with a kinda of a “tower” on the front. I already did them on The Sims 4 and I’m waiting to actually build them.
28. Crush: No one anymore, thank God! I had a crush on my classroom last year, and only when I stopped liking him, he started to texting me more often. Guys, don’t. have. a. crush. on. otakus.
29. Animal: Cats cats cats
30. Hair colour: Brown going to black.
(again, I’m not gonna tag 20 people) @kuragedesign @tiaruivaz @malualeatory @docetedesequilibrada @sosukodo15 (if one day you decided to check your tumblr NÉ)
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