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Has anybody done a ski resort AU where the mystery shack is on a mountain and Stan runs a ski resort with the portal beneath it and the twins are sent there over winter break instead of summer break yet
bc I'm not sure it was just an idea I had yesterday haha and it seemed kind of awesome. Idk I like snowboarding.
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comic i made over holidays but never finished but i got bored and now it isâŚ.. ohh timothy lawrence the woman that you art
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Mountain Immortal
(a Fresh Powder in the Pine Trees story)
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Wei Ying is in the zone.Â
Itâs after lessons have closed on a Tuesday and heâs sitting at a table in the main lodge, editing his and Nie Huaisangâs latest video footage while waiting for Wen Qing to close up the clinic for the day. âTangerineâ is blasting in his headphones and his beat up laptop hasnât overheated yet. The clips heâs working on are the fails, the attempts, the outtakes. Theyâre probably his favorites to go through because the pain has passed, but the lesson lives on, and, most of the time, theyâre just really funny. Watching Jiang Cheng eat shit off a rail, while knowing that heâs fine, will never get old.Â
So heâs totally in the zone. Which is probably why he doesnât notice Lan Zhan over his shoulder until he feels a hand shaking him gently.
Thereâs something like panic in Lan Zhanâs voice when Wei Ying removes his headphones.
âWhen was this?â he asks.
âAh? Lan ZhanâŚ?â
âAre you hurt?â
âAm I â Lan Zhan, whatâs wrong?â
Lan Zhan points to the screen where the Wei Ying of a little over a week ago just landed hard on his ass after a failed rail slide.Â
âAh, no, itâs fine. Wen Qing said all the bleeding was internal. Thatâs where the blood is supposed to be!â
Alarm lights in Lan Zhan's eyes, his eyebrows twitch toward his hairline.
âItâs a reference!" Wei Ying says, backpedaling hard and fast. "A bad reference. And a joke! Importantly, itâs a joke. Iâm fine. I promise. No bleeding, internally or externally. Just a giant bruise on my ass. And on my pride."
Lan Zhan's expression settles out again, and Wei Ying takes a breath. He scoots his laptop over as Lan Zhan takes a seat, pressing play on the clip so that Lan Zhan can see the Wei Ying on the screen roll on the ground for a minute before hopping back up to his feet and trying the rail slide again.
"Nie Huaisang edits all of the good stuff," Wei Ying says. "I get to play with all the stuff he cuts out."
Lan Zhan hums as he watches Wei Ying fall off the rail a second time, though much less spectacularly than the first. "I didn't know you filmed snowboarding movies."
"Movies?" Wei Ying laughs. "You make me sound like Uncle Xiao. No, no. Just stupid little shit like this. Clips and compilations for YouTube. Huaisang just didn't want to go to film school."
âUncle Xiao?â Of course he would pick up on that. Wei Ying can see him putting it together. Heâs so smart. He canât not. âXiao Xingchen?â
Wei Ying really does try not to flaunt his connection to living legend Xiao Xingchen, backcountry snowboarder and filmmaker of many a ski resort employees' dreams. But Lan Zhan is Lan Zhan. His family does own this entire mountain. He won't likely be prone to the same starstruck jealousy as many of Uncle Song's rental techs.
âUh, yeah. He was a close friend of my momâs.â
Lan Zhan nods.
âHe, uh. He used to film me when I was just learning. And then when I was getting better. He didnât,â Wei Ying has to clear his throat against the memories before he continues, âhe didnât get into making movies for the money. Heâs just always liked filming. Uncle Song fucking hates it. I still donât know how Uncle Xiao convinced him to be in Distant Snow and Cold Frost.â
��Mr. Song does not seem the type to enjoy being filmed.â
ââMr. Song.â So formal, Lan Zhan!â
âHe is my coworker. And a department head.âÂ
âSure, but heâs also a fucking knuckle-dragger. Just call him Song Lan. For me.â
Lan Zhan hesitates, and Wei Ying can see the impropriety of it eating away at him. But, after a moment, he acquiesces with a quiet, âMn.â
âHave you seen any of Xiao Xingchenâs films?â
âI have. We screened Mountain Immortal here after it won an award at Banff.â
âAh! I canât watch that one without crying, like a lot.â
âIt was a beautiful tribute.â
It was a beautiful tribute. Cangse Sanren, as sheâs known in the world of winter sports, and Wei Changze had died in an avalanche in Colorado while Xiao Xingchen had been filming in Alaska. When he heard about it, Uncle Xiao had taken his movie about the history of splitboarding and made it into a memorial to his sister and her husband. Of course, it still flowed really well because he just made it a family thing. Grandma Baoshan was still a main feature as the inventor of the splitboard. She passed her backcountry spirit onto her kids and on down.Â
There was so much home-video footage from Xiao Xingchenâs teenage fascination with cameras, so much footage of Wei Yingâs mom. Less of Wei Changze, but there was enough.Â
Wei Ying pauses, considering how he wants to take this conversation. He could just pass this off as a passing interest, or shift to talking about outdoor sports in the film industry. But heâs been pushing Lan Zhan out of his comfort zone a lot. Possibly too much. Heâs earned this, if he wants it. So Wei Ying takes a deep breath and says, âItâs my family.â
âYour⌠Youâre Cangse Sanrenâs son?â
âI am!â He smiles as bright and wide as he used to for her. It almost doesn't hurt to do it for Lan Zhan.
âSo when you said âuncle,â you meantâŚâ
âYeah! Mama was never formally adopted by Grandma Baoshan, but yeah. I meant jiujiu.â
This is the moment, usually, when someone will lavish him with sympathy, condolences or whatever. Wei Ying hates it, but he understands. Death is hard, but more than that it's weird. It lingers, haunting every relationship for the rest of forever.
But Lan Zhan doesn't say all the uncertain placating things that Wei Ying is used to. His face draws in, not in discomfort but in⌠understanding.
He hums, a small sad noise and then says, âMy mom died when I was young, too.â
Wei Ying could almost fall over with relief. Which is. Not the reaction he should have to that. âDo you remember her?â he asks.
âA little. I was six.â
âOh, I was fourteen.â
âTell me about her?â
Wei Ying gasps a little, despite himself. âReally?â
âYou donât havââ
âNo, Iâd like to. I just." Nobody has ever asked him that before. "Yeah! Okay.âÂ
Wei Ying takes a deep breath. He doesnât really know where to start, so he just talks. He tells Lan Zhan stories from his childhood. Stories about snow and laughter and family.Â
He talks about her smile and the way she always seemed to have snow in her braid. She used to spray him with powder every time he beat her down the hill. It was funny and very Mama, but it also taught him to go slower, to take his time on the slope. She refused to let anybody else teach him how to ride. She taught him to carve, first on groomers and then in powder. She used to put hand warmers in her boots because her toes were always cold. And she was just constantly losing pairs of goggles.Â
He tells Lan Zhan the story of how Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze met. How they shared a chair at Park City and Wei Changze, a skier, had waited for Cangse to strap in. How he had followed her, kept up with her, impressed her. How sheâd invited him for a drink at the lodge but, when they figured out that neither of them could afford ski resort alcohol, theyâd crawled into the back of Wei Changzeâs beat up station wagon and smoked weed in the parking lot.Â
He tells him about skiing between his babaâs legs when he was too young to snowboard. About Wei Changzeâs impressive will power and consistency, like how he would just quit drinking coffee occasionally when he felt he was too addicted. And his lifelong commitment to skis, despite his wifeâs familyâs many attempts to convert him. It won him great esteem from one of his mothers-in-law and⌠something else from the other.Â
âGrandma Baoshan always called him an âunrepentant skierâ and I was never sure if she meant that as a compliment or an insult.â
He tells him about his first backcountry trip when he was 9. About the absurdly small splitboard Baoshan Sanren had built for him in her garage. And then about Baoshan Sanrenâs garage. The things she made, the prototypes sheâd scrapped. How Song Lan was, and still is, the only one she allowed to fully access the garage, not even her wife is allowed in there unsupervised. And the way sheâd chase Xiao Xingchen away any time heâd tried to point a camera in her general direction.Â
He talks about Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan and going on full family outings with all seven of them packing into two cars and driving to the slopes in the early morning dark. How little Wei Ying would just cruise up the skin tracks once theyâd been broken in. How heâd built his muscles surrounded by family and fresh powder. How heâd learned early to earn his turns.Â
âIâll take you up a mountain the fun way sometime,â he offers, and then laughs, delighted by Lan Zhanâs eager acceptance.Â
He tells stories of Song Lan teaching him how to do all of the practical maintenance on skis and snowboards and splitboards because he basically did all of it for the whole family. Wei Changze would help and Wei Ying would get the skins all tangled and stuck to each other. How difficult it can be to get that adhesive out of hair. Or hair out of the adhesive.Â
âThereâs actually a picture in Mountain Immortal,â he says, âof me sitting in a pile of probably ten pairs of skins that Baba and Uncle Song had piled on me because I was causing so much trouble.â
He tells Lan Zhan that his favorite memory, the one he always goes back to, is of just the three of them. Theyâre at a resort, actually. Which one doesnât matter, Wei Ying wouldnât be able to recall the name anyway. All he sees is Wei Changze with his ski poles stuck out behind him for his wife and son to hold onto as he skates the three of them over the flats.Â
âI was probably eleven at the time? Mama was squatting low, keeping her board flat, but she kept reaching over and poking at my knees trying to make me fall over.â
Heâs crying, he realizes. Laughing and crying. He wonders how long thatâs been going on as he wipes the tears from his cheeks.Â
Itâs that motion that finally pulls him back into the present. The lodge is empty, thereâs a red and white paper tray half-full of fries between him and Lan Zhan that he doesnât remember either of them getting up to buy, but he can taste the salt on his tongue so he knows heâs eaten some. His laptop is dead, but its battery was low anyway. Still, it must have been at least an hour since Lan Zhan found him here.Â
âSorry,â Wei Ying says, âthat was probably a lot more than you were prepared for.â
Lan Zhanâs eyes are rimmed red and itâs possible he was crying at some point, too. He smiles. Itâs small but real in a way few smiles are. It makes Wei Yingâs heart jump into his throat.Â
âThank you for telling me about your family, Wei Ying,â says Lan Zhan with an honesty that matches his smile.Â
Wei Ying sniffs and rubs his hands against his snow pants. He shakes his head to shake away the ghosts. "You should really come out to one of our sessions some time," he says, gesturing toward the laptop. "You would look great on film."
Lan Zhan doesn't roll his eyes. Instead he looks pointedly toward the black screen where Wei Ying was just editing videos of him falling on his ass.
Another laugh jolts its way out of Wei Ying's lungs. This one isn't sad at all. And Lan Zhan is smiling again.
#wangxian#mdzs#the untamed#cql#fanfiction#ski resort au#fpitpt#my writing#some characterization taken from my own family (all of whom are very much still alive)#my parents are switched tho. my mom is the skier. but my dad has poked at my knees while we were being pulled over flats like that#it was very mean!#xxc is basically jeremy jones#who is an exceptionally chill guy#i may even give xxc a non profit later who knows#first draft as always please be kind!#this is for you anon L
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#fredwina#ski resort#ski resort au#moodboard#alternate universe#edwina sharma#prince friedrich#edwina x friedrich#friedrich x edwina#edwina sharma x prince friedrich#prince friedrich x edwina sharma#couple edit#ship edit
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Coming Soon...Adult Ski Resort AU! HCs and Drabbles
After a nasty break-up, you go all-out to book four weeks away at an adult only ski and snowboarding resort.
With all the men here, you didn't expect there to be only one that caught your eye...
Ski Instructor! Nanami Kento
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Snowboard Instructor! Suguru Geto
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Secret Resort Owner! Gojo Satoru
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APPLICATIONS NOW OPEN FOR OTHER JJK CHARACTERS...ALL FLUFF, ROMANCE AND SMUT
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#Ski resort au by Pseudowho#gojo satoru#pseudowho#jjk#jujutsu gojo#gojo smut#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#geto suguru#geto x reader#jjk geto#jujutsu geto#geto smut#suguru geto#jujutsu kaisen nanami#nanami kento smut#nanami fluff#kento nanami x reader#jujutsu nanami#kento nanami x you#kento nanami
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Prompt 14 - Voice
@jegulus-microfic April 14, Word count 703
It's happened again. We're having a series. But only for a couple of prompts this time.
First part
âWhatâs happened to you then? That tall chap was easy on the eyes.â Sirius snickered as he perched on the sofaâs arm next to Regulusâs head and ruffled his curls.Â
âGet off you twat!â Regulus pushed his brotherâs hand away. He hissed as the movement jolted his ankle. Siriusâs jolly grin turned to concern.Â
âAre you hurt? Oh my god, Reggie. What happened?â Before he could explain, James returned with two steaming cups of hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. Regulus felt his mouth begin to drool.Â
âHi,â James grinned at Sirius. âIâm James.â He held out his hand. Sirius considered it for a second before taking it and giving it a firm shake.Â
âSirius, Regulusâs brother. Do you know how he hurt himself?â Regulus watched as Jamesâs face flushed when he stuttered out an explanation that confused Sirius even more.Â
âWait, what do shrinking trees have to do with Regulus?â Sirius asked cocking his head to the side as he tried to figure out Jamesâs mess of a story.Â
âHe was on a run he didnât have any business being on, and he took me out,â Regulus explained.Â
âWhat, like on a date?â Sirius waggled his eyebrows at him.Â
âNo, as in heâs a buffoon who canât ski and nearly killed me!â Regulusâs voice rose. A few of the guests in the lobby looked over at the trio. Regulus shuffled down, hiding his face. âGreat, thanks for that, Sirius.â He ground his teeth.Â
âHey, donât blame me. I wasnât the one screaming.â Sirius was having the time of his life. Regulus had had enough. He put his untouched drink onto the coffee table and tried to stand. He immediately sat down again. This was going to be harder than he thought. Then, those strong arms gathered him up.Â
âWhich room are you in?â James asked him. His mind had gone blank.
â210,â Sirius answered for him. James turned and walked over to the lift. He shuffled Regulus slightly so he could press the call button and then settled him back against his chest. Regulus still couldnât think of a good protest.Â
James stopped outside Regulusâs room and didnât move. It took Regulus longer than he cared to admit to figure out he needed the key card.Â
Regulus wiggled in Jamesâs arms as he tried to dig his wallet out of his pocket.Â
âDamn it, I canât quite,â He gave up. âCan you put me down for a second?â James carefully put him on his feet against the wall so he had something to lean on. He dug his hand into his snowsuit and pulled it free.Â
James wrapped his arm around Regulusâs waist and helped him hop through the door. He stopped, unsure of where he wanted to sit. The bed would probably be best as it was close to the bathroom, and he could prop his ankle up, but he didnât know how he felt about having a stranger see his bedroom.
âWhereâs your bed?â James asked, looking around the room. âDid they only give you a pull-out?â
âWhat are you on about? The bedrooms through there.â He pointed at his bedroom door. Whatâs a pull-out?â He asked, bewildered.Â
âItâs a sofa that turns into a bed.â James smiled at him. Regulus was about to thank him for his help when he was suddenly in Jamesâs arms again.Â
âWhy do you keep picking me up!â He cried as he tried to escape.Â
âDr Lupin said you shouldnât put any weight on it, and this is the easiest way to move you. Iâm just doing what a good boyfriend would do.â James smirked at him. Regulus was not impressed.Â
âYou do know that weâre not boyfriends, right?â Regulus said as James opened his bedroom door. âRight?!â His voice cracked with nerves as James leaned over his bed and dropped him on the soft mattress.Â
âYes, Regulus. Iâm not an idiot. Weâve only just met. Anyway,â He said, standing up. âIâve got the whole week to win you over. No need to rush.â He blew him a kiss as he left the room. Regulus was stunned. Heâd never had anyone be that forward with him, and he couldnât say he wasnât intrigued.Â
Next part
#April 14#jegulus#jegulus microfic#jegulus fic#jegulus au#regulus black#james potter#regulus arcturus black#james fleamont potter#sirius black#remus lupin#james x regulus#regulus x james#regulus and james#james potter x regulus black#james and regulus#here we go again#ski resort#wait wheres your bed?#no it's no a pull-out sofa#voice
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He's feeding the strollonso fic writers so well during this winter break đŤśđŤś
#nikola rushing to like the pic is just peak cinema as well đ#fernando alonso#the italy ski spa resort getaway strollonso au
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I've been exploring the transformers fandom and I've been enjoying it. But I gotta say, I find it absolutely fascinating how despite the fact that 90% of the cast is made up of non-human characters. There aren't that many humanizations or human aus. Like I've found two, maybe three artists doing that? And one of them was one I followed for different reasons who just happened to be making transformers art.
This isn't a bad thing I just find it interesting, usually human versions are really popular. Maybe I'm not looking hard enough to find them, but the fact I do have to look for it already says a lot.
#I particularly enjoyed the one au where everyone's at a ski resort#and the reason everyone looks like that is because they're all wearing winter gear#mypost#transformers#transformers fandom#maccadam
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I suddenly remembered a random fanfic I read once when I was in like middle school and I loved it sm and I want to find it again to see if it's as good as my brain is making it out to be đ
#it was a hijack fic and it was smut but i think it was a highschool au and there was a trip to a ski resort and then there was a snow storm#and jack and hiccup got snowed in and it was so cold that they fvcked to stay warm and i cant remeber what happens after that but i need to#find this to satisfy my brain
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narrator voice: âthe answer was ânoâ, they were not closeâ
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Sake and Cider at Sunrise
(a Fresh Powder in the Pine Trees story)
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âTomorrow morning, what are you doing?â
Lan Zhan is sitting at his desk in the middle of reading through something that looks exceedingly boring. Probably budget reports or something equally dull. Wei Ying isn't interrupting him so much as saving him.
Wei Ying half-sits on the edge of the desk as he grabs the paperwork from Lan Zhanâs hands and skims it. It is a budget report.Â
âI --â Lan Zhan reaches to take the report back, but Wei Ying is faster, pulling it away as he interrupts whatever Lan Zhan was about to say.
âNope. The answer is âmeeting Wei Ying at Dafan for fresh pow.ââ
He grins as Lan Zhan lets out a small sigh, his shoulders slumping under the burden that is being Wei Yingâs friend.Â
In the most deadpan manner possible, Lan Zhan looks at Wei Ying and repeats, âMeeting Wei Ying at Dafan for fresh pow.â
Wei Ying bursts out laughing, almost falling off the desk, âYou should say âpowâ way more often. Iâll die. Itâs amazing,â he says, getting control over himself again. âOkay. But really. You wanna go?â
âI⌠sure. What time?â
âYouâre gonna love this: Meet me there at five-thirty.â
The confusion on Lan Zhanâs face is understandable.
âIn the morning?â
âIn the morning.â
The skepticism is... also understandable, if a little dramatic.Â
âYou, and I quote, âhate waking up before dawn with the fire of the noonday sun which is way better than the dawn sun anyway.ââ
Wei Ying laughs again, âI canât believe you remember all that!â
Lan Zhanâs expression shifts to one part itâs true so what the fuck are you on about with this five-thirty nonsense, one part am I being pranked?, and one part I listen to the things you say and Wei Ying isnât quite sure what to do with any of that.Â
âBut, yeah, thatâs true. Unless itâs for powder. I will do many things for good powder.â
Now Lan Zhan looks like heâs filing that bit of information away for later, which is not concerning in the least. He turns his body to face Wei Ying and gives him his full attention. Itâs a lot.
âOkay. What should I bring?â
Right. Backcountry.Â
âAny gear you would want for hiking and powder skiing. You can borrow Wen Ningâs skins and bindings, I already asked. They wonât be perfect, but theyâll do for now, and Iâve got beacons and shit that I can lend you. Youâve done avalanche safety, right?â
âEvery year since I was twelve.â
âWow, say that with a little more disdain, Lan Zhan.â
âIt was a requirement in school and now a requirement for my certifications.â
Wei Ying chuckles at the weird contempt Lan Zhan has for his many certs and their annual requirements. âOkay. Well, maybe this will make it feel more worth it.â
âIf you say so.â Lan Zhan does not sound convinced.
âI do! The snow report looks epic!â
âEpic?â
Thereâs a small quirk in the corner of Lan Zhanâs mouth that makes Wei Yingâs heart beat faster.
Wei Ying nods, âEpic, Lan Zhan.â
âI hope you donât mean that in the alpinist sense.â
In the alpinist sense, âepicâ would mean that they hike, get lost, someoneâs binding breaks, a freak storm hits, they have to dig in for the night, they leave at least one piece of gear on the mountain to be found in the spring, and, eventually, they make it back to the cars, hungry, tired, and probably after running into their own search party on the way down. This is absurd. Lan Zhan is such a fucking nerd. Wei Ying has no idea what he sees in him.Â
He rolls his eyes but canât quite keep himself from smiling, âWhen have I ever meant anything in the alpinist sense?â
Finding out Lan Zhan was a budding alpinist had been almost as bad as the minor panic Wei Ying had over the golfing scare with Jin Zixuan. Who wants to freeze their ass off, crossing crevasses on stupidly unstable ladders and getting hypoxic, just to stand on top of a mountain? Lan Zhan, apparently.Â
âI will get you on big mountains one day.â
âOnly if I can ride down.â
âHm.â
Lan Zhan narrows his eyes, calculating but smug. Like heâs just won, or figured out how to win but needs to adjust his strategy.Â
Wei Ying kind of hates it. But itâs kind of captivating, too, and hot. Very hot.Â
Especially when Lan Zhan leans in slightly and Wei Ying mirrors him, caught in the gravity of Lan Zhanâs sharp gaze. Lan Zhanâs eyes flick to Wei Yingâs lips and Wei Ying is about to say something about them being in the fucking Ski School office when, suddenly, Lan Zhan snatches the budget reports out of Wei Yingâs hands and leans back in his chair.Â
Smug, indeed.Â
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Itâs still dark when Wei Ying pulls into the Dafan parking lot in his and the Wensâ well-loved, mostly-red â98 Subaru Outback. Did he make fun of Wen Qing for being a stereotype when she bought it? Yes. Does he love driving it around the mountains because it is, objectively, a good mountain car? Also, yes. Of course, next to Lan Zhanâs clean, white 2018 Jeep Cherokee, it looks like an absolute beater.Â
Wei Ying looks at the clock on the dash as he cuts the engine. 05:27. Fuck yeah. He zips up his jacket, grabs the two thermoses from the passenger seat, and gets out of the car to meet Lan Zhan where heâs lifting the Jeepâs hatchback.Â
Itâs cold and quiet. Dark. The sun hasnât even really started lighting the sky yet. Wei Ying breathes in the mountain air, pine trees and snow and granite, and lets it freeze his lungs for a moment. His shoes crunch on the snow and gravel as he walks toward Lan Zhan.Â
âGood morning, Sunshine!â
âGood morning, Wei Ying. Youâre⌠awake.â
Wei Ying smiles at Lan Zhanâs surprise, âYeah, well, I drove here, so I sure hope so.â
âMn.â
Their breath condenses in the air and swirls in the light from Lan Zhanâs open door.Â
Wei Ying hands the cleaner, less dented, stolen from Wen Qing thermos to Lan Zhan, then turns to open his own hatchback to begin sorting through his own gear.
He can see Lan Zhan out of the corner of his eyes as he does. Standing as if frozen, with the thermos held out in front of him, confusion radiating off him like body heat.
âA Wei Family treat for the top!â says Wei Ying.
It doesn't seem to clear up Lan Zhan's questions.
âOkay, well, yours is just tea, you fucking lightweight." Never. He will never let it go. "But mine is sake and cider!â
Lan Zhan's eyebrow pops up, but it's an expression of curiosity rather than confusion. Wei Ying doesn't let himself think for too long about how well he can read Lan Zhan's silences these days. Or how fucking sculpted Lan Zhan's cheekbones and jaw are.
âMy dad used to make up thermoses for my mom when she was backyard touring. He made them when we were all together, too, and let me have sips at the top.â
âOf sake?â
âYeah. It wasnât much, just a taste. But now itâs a tradition.â
Lan Zhan nods and sets the thermos down on the bumper of the jeep as he gathers his gear. He, as it turns out, already had touring bindings and skins, or his brother did, so theyâre actually more prepared than Wei Ying had planned for, which is perfect.
âYouâre gonna have your own gear by the end of the season,â says Wei Ying with a grin.
âAm I?â
âYou are. And itâs going to be all the really nice, expensive stuff and Iâm gonna be so jealous.â
âHm. Weâll see.â
â
The hike starts out smooth, though Lan Zhan struggles a bit with the grade of the climb. Wei Ying cheats a little by putting his own climbing bars up, "Stiletto mode," he calls it, and Lan Zhan grumbles even though he's not the one breaking trail.
âHave you ever actually worn stilettos?â Lan Zhan asks.
âOh, Honey, just wait until you see me in drag. You will lose your gotdamn mind.âÂ
Lan Zhan is mostly silent as they hike. Wei Ying lets the quiet linger.
It's early. They're surrounded by soft, fluffy powder. The air is still and freezing.
By the time they're halfway up the hill, they can turn off and stow their headlamps, the cold light of dawn shading everything blue. When they reach the top, the sun is peeking over the ridgeline, painting the sky and snow with pinks and purple, gilding the moutnains across the valley, sparkiling on the calm lake water in the distance.
Wei Ying drops his pack, fishing out his thermos and watching Lan Zhan do the same. He takes off his gloves to unscrew the cap, to press the release and pour himself a little cup of nostalgia.
The hike wasn't particualrly long or arduous. He feels his legs engaged, not tired. They still protest when he sits, though the chill of the snow through his snowpants eases some of their complaints. The sake eases them further.
Lan Zhan's eyes fall closed as he sips his tea, still standing, skis and poles stabbed upright into the snow next to him.
"This is nice," he says, and Wei Ying thinks he's not talking about the tea.
He's so beautiful in the morning light. It might be worth waking up early just to see him like this: serene in the cold, lit gold by the sun.
Steam rises from his thermos cap, turning his nose pink.
"Yeah," says Wei Ying, "yeah, it is."
After a calm moment, they begin to strip the skins off, the ripping sound loud in the near silent valley. Wei Ying shows Lan Zhan how to fold them in on themselves so that they won't stick to anything and everything in his pack.
When Wei Ying grabs his toolkit and gets to work switching his bindings around, Lan Zhan asks if he can try Wei Ying's drink.
Well, no. He asks if he can try the "Wei Family treat," but Wei Ying can't think about that too hard right now. He just grins and asks, "You gonna pass out on me at the top of this mountain, Lan Zhan?"
"Just a small sip," Lan Zhan says, taking the proffered thermos.
The face he makes rivals the cute scrunching of his nose when he tried beer for the first time.
âThis is not sake or apple cider," he says, disdain and distrust in his voice.
Wei Ying laughs, âIt is!â
âNo, this is brewed rice alcohol and instant cider mix.âÂ
âYouâve seen my car. You think I can afford good alcohol?â
âI think this is closer to a cleaning solution than food grade,â he says, sniffing the thermos, wincing dramatically, and then handing it back to Wei Ying.
Wei Ying takes the thermos laughing, âNot all of us own a mountain, Lan Zhan!â
He loves bitchy Lan Zhan. He does not understand how Lan Zhan has managed to convince everybody that heâs all serious and stoic all the time.Â
âReal sake need not be expensive,â Lan Zhan says, sounding exactly as rich as he is.Â
âLike youâve ever even tasted ârealâ sake,â Wei Ying shoots back with a smile.Â
âIâm not sure Iâve tasted any sake.â
Wei Ying snorts into a new bout of laughter and drops to his knees in the snow next to his splitboard. He giggles his way through configuring it back into a snowboard shape while Lan Zhan adjusts his ski bindings.Â
âAlright,â says Wei Ying when he calms himself enough to speak, âAre you going to keep making fun of me? Or are we going to get some sunrise fresh tracks?â
âJust waiting for you to finish minor surgery on your gear.â
Wei Ying has to stop strapping in because he canât breathe. Itâs the deadpan snark that just fucking kills him. That bone-dry delivery. That playful glint in his honey-brown eyes. That deep, smooth baritone. Getting off track.
âOkay, punchy,â he says with his arms resting on his knees and his lungs labored with his amusement, âIs this what alcohol does to you before you pass out? Do we need to wait for you to sober up from your single, tiny sip?â
Lan Zhan makes a face that is somehow haughty and embarrassed and unimpressed all while saying fuck you with his eyes.Â
Wei Ying loves it.Â
âYouâre so fucking cute,â Wei Ying says to no one in particular as he stands and clips the chest strap of his back pack together. He checks himself, looks around their spot. Nothing looks out of place.Â
He shakes the adrenaline into his arms, feeling the moment shift. Lan Zhan, too, seems to feel the change in mood as he adjusts his goggles on his face. They share a look, a nod. It feels as natural as the smell of pine trees on the breeze.Â
âOkay,â Wei Ying says with a smile, âletâs go.â
Wei Ying hops his board once, takes a deep breath of cold mountain air, drops his nose into the bowl, and floats.
Riding in untracked powder down a steep, open slope is one of his favorite things in life. He carves into the mountain and feels it carry him. His toe-edge cuts through the powder and he leans into the slope, dragging his hand through the snow just to catch it on his glove. Itâs light, airy, cold. The wind rushes in his ears and he hears his own heartbeat.
His shoulders roll with the turns and his hips follow, easy as anything, used to this from years and years of muscle memory. He cruises down the slope, big easy turns, powder spraying in his wake. The sun is still lancing its rays across the mountain and it sparkles with the colors of dawn. He flows with it. His knees bend into the stretch, toes curling in his boots, weight shifting without him ever having to think about it.Â
He sees Lan Zhan fly past him and the cold stings his lungs. Lan Zhan is beautiful in motion. This is not the first time heâs thought this. But, here, in Wei Yingâs world of quiet mountains and fresh powder, Lan Zhan is beautiful. His turns are clean and graceful, a slow rhythm building when he plants a pole.Â
For a moment, Wei Ying sees his baba.Â
When he meets Lan Zhan at the bottom of the hill, Wei Ying is smiling so hard he canât control it. He, very carefully, does not spray Lan Zhan with snow when he stops, choosing to stop down mountain on his toes. There will be more laps. This one he wants to be as smooth and perfect as their first tracks. He wants so badly for Lan Zhan to be happy, to be enjoying this with him.
âWhat do you think?â he asks, trying not to let his anticipation color his voice.Â
Lan Zhan turns toward him, then looks back up at the mountain, then back to Wei Ying. Itâs not easy to see behind the goggles, but thereâs a fire lit inside him.Â
He smiles at Wei Ying. Itâs small, a twitch of his lips, but real and young and happy. The same almost childish exuberance colors his voice when he says, âAgain.â
The second lap is excellent, not only because Wei Ying gets to stare at Lan Zhanâs ass for the entire hike up, but also because the ride down is just as floaty, just as soft and perfect and breathtaking as the first. He does manage to spray Lan Zhan with powder this time and Lan Zhanâs unimpressed face kills Wei Ying for a second time before 8am.Â
The sun shines bright in the sky on the third hike up and already the heat is rising. They begin to strip layers even before they start the climb -- jackets stowed in backpacks as they each drink some water and reset their gear.Â
Wei Yingâs shirt comes off about halfway up the mountain.Â
At the top, Wei Ying finds that Lan Zhanâs insulation layer has been tied around his waist and that thereâs a silver necklace chain barely visible under the collar of his henley.Â
When he asks about it, Lan Zhan takes his gloves off and pulls it free. Itâs a family necklace, he explains, a diamond and aquamarine accented platinum snowflake on a platinum chain. His brother has a matching one, so do his father and uncle.Â
He trails off and Wei Ying thinks thereâs more to the story, but he doesnât want to press. Not now. Not the time.Â
They glide down the slope, crossing nobodyâs tracks but their own. Itâs quiet and peaceful and itâs just them. Only them. A perfect kind of solitude.Â
Itâs not until the fifth hike up that Lan Zhan finally gives in to the heat.Â
Their muscles and bodies are warm from exertion, midday is truly upon them. In the rising temperatures Lan Zhan stops climbing, plants his poles and starts removing his pack.Â
The sudden cessation of hiking noise and the sliding plastic sound of a backpack buckle behind him causes Wei Ying to stop and turn. When he does, he sees Lan Zhan, gloves stowed on his grips, shirt coming off over his head, winter-pale skin shining in the high noon sun. (Best sun. Best sun for so many reasons now.)
Wei Yingâs brain breaks a little.Â
Itâs one thing to know that someone is an athlete. It is another to see the sculpted muscle and lean lines that that entails. Itâs a third to see all of that for the first time surrounded by mountains and powder and pine trees and perfectly lit by winter sunlight and the surrounding snow. Wei Ying wishes he had his camera.Â
âThe Heavens have blessed us this day.â
âWei Ying.â Lan Zhan sounds both pleased and annoyed as he tucks his shirt into his backpack. The gemstone snowflake hangs between his collarbones, askew from his movement.Â
âSeriously, Lan Zhan. Holy fuck. How is that fair?â
The man has a six-pack and sex lines and still manages to look genuinely confused by Wei Yingâs reaction. The audacity.Â
âI bet you have a gym in your house, donât you.â
âI do,â Lan Zhan says easily, putting his gloves back on and drawing attention to his forearms. As if Wei Ying werenât already absurdly attracted to him.Â
âOh, fuck off.â
Lan Zhanâs shoulders and chest and arms flex as he pulls his poles out of the snow and gestures with one up the hill. It doesnât even look deliberate which drives Wei Ying crazy. His snow pants sit low on his hips and Wei Ying wants, almost desperately, for a reason to make Lan Zhan go first so he can check out his back muscles as he hikes. Nothing comes to mind. He settles for maybe, possibly, getting a repeat wardrobe change on their next lap.Â
Fuck, he wants to see those muscles work.Â
âYeah,â Wei Ying lets his eyes drag over Lan Zhan one more time before turning back up the trail, âIâm gonna go bury my head in the snow to cool off now. Thanks. Whereâs an avalanche when you need one?â He stabs his poles into the snow and grabs his t-shirt from his waistband.Â
âWhat are you doing?â
âPutting my fucking shirt back on. I have enough self-esteem issues, thank --â
âDonât.â
Thereâs something in Lan Zhanâs voice that forces Wei Ying to turn and look at him. Something vulnerable and raw.
âDonât?â
âPlease,â he says softly, âI like looking at you.â
Wei Ying feels speared open by that. He feels⌠The blush that creeps up his chest is bared already.Â
âAiya, Lan Zhan. How are you so fucking sincere?â
Pink graces Lan Zhanâs ears as he holds Wei Yingâs eyes. He says nothing. He doesnât look away.Â
Wei Ying gives.
âOkay. Okay, the shirtâs staying off.â
When they reach the peak and start stripping the skins off their skis, Wei Ying does, in fact, stick his face in the snow. It only helps a little.Â
They finish after a sixth lap.Â
Lan Zhan does take off his shirt again as he leads the hike up.Â
Wei Ying, somehow, doesnât die about it.Â
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The next day, after lessons are closed, Lan Zhan meets him by the instructor lockers and hands him the thermos heâd taken home. When Wei Ying grabs it, itâs heavier than he expects and it sloshes like itâs full. He quirks an eyebrow at Lan Zhan, but Lan Zhan just nods at it, clearly waiting for Wei Ying to take a sip. So he does.Â
Itâs hot and sweet and⌠alcoholic? Itâs smooth and thick, but not syrupy, and smells spiced.Â
âThis is delicious, Lan Zhan!â
âMn.â Lan Zhan looks smug as hell and says, âThat is sake and cider.â
Wei Yingâs laughter can probably be heard all the way in HR, he shakes so hard with it.Â
He loves it when Lan Zhan is a bitch.Â
#wangxian#mdzs#the untamed#fanfiction#ski resort au#fpitpt#my writing#shitty sake and cider is a my family tradition and yes my dad did let me have some even when i was pretty young#ours was indeed cider packets mixed with really awful sake#i have since had a better version#but this will always be the best version for the top of the mountain right before you strap in and ride down
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deltaski. (INCORRECT BUZZER) boardrune. (INCORRECT BUZZER) snowrune. (INCORRECT BUZZER) deltasnow. (INCORRECT BUZZER)
all of this was spawned by this single drawing i drew right before i full sent it on a black diamond run and only ate shit once
#rotating this au in my mind so fast.#noelleâs mom owns the resort / mountain they ski on and she steals them passes#toriel is an instructor but can also absolutely shred#thereâs also an undertale version. undyne is ski patrol#queen is one of those skiiers whose going 50mph on a slow green run yes sheâs knocking over children no sheâs not sorry#(the child in question is lancer)#itâs okay though. susie steals her bindings after that.#lancer gets dropped off on the mountain by chaos king everyday and the fun gang are like#where are your parents.#and lancer is already sliding onto a double black diamond (he didnât pizza)#sofa.art#skirune#art#deltarune#kris deltarune#susie deltarune#ralsei#ralsei deltarune#noelle holiday#noelle deltarune#spamton#deltaski
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casually researching exchange programs
#the kind that i get to have a job that is not being an au pair#i couldnât handle it honestly i mean it#and iâm looking at it and itâs all like jobs are resorts and ski resorts#rich people!
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Hold Me Closer | JJK
Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. brother Jimin)
Genre/Tags: brotherâs best friends au; slight angst, fluff, smut
Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption; kitchen emergency; eldest child feels, adulting; explicit sexual content (making out, oral m & f receiving, unprotected sex but be safe please!); Seven JK (18+)
Word count: 19.2k
Read Part 1: Hold Me Close
Summary: When you're asked to look after your parents' house and meet them before they go on vacation, you, Jimin, and Jungkook take the trip to your hometown of Busan and relive memories of your youth. While your new relationship has you feeling like a lovesick teenager with all the affection that Jungkook shows you, you're still you - a professional trying to make it in the corporate world, and an eldest child trying not to disappoint her parents. And that turns out to be your undoing, as a little blunder causes a rift between you and Jungkook, resulting in a trip that you might as well have messed up... Not if your brother can help it, though.
Listen to đľ: Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional
Playlist đś: High School Playlist
A/N 1: I know I said Iâd be on a break but I reread Hold Me Close and found comfort in this Jungkook 𼚠so I went ahead and wrote this little piece! Whipped and comforting boyfriend JK is what I needed so I hope you enjoy this đ
Six - the number of work calls youâve already taken in the last hour, with each one of them lasting one whole song. Jungkook calculates that youâve spent half of the entire drive since leaving Seoul talking with your boss about some report that he somehow canât complete without you, which sucks because Jungkook was really looking forward to this road trip with you and his best friend.
You groan after you hang up and the clackity clack of the keyboard continues. He was hoping to hold your hand while he drove and maybe sing with you some of your favorite songs that he put on but it doesnât seem like those will happen anytime soon. Youâre immersed in your work but he guesses you have to be; the sooner this ends, the sooner your focus will be on him and this present moment.
He finds the positive side of it at least. He gets to listen to you explain things - why the numbers are what they are, what targets you reached, and what risks you managed. Itâs quite silly but itâs kind of a turn on, hearing you talk about something you know like the back of your hand, pretty much proving to your crap of a boss how good you are at your job and why youâre an asset to the company. You know your shit, and you have a classy way of making sure they know that you do.Â
Six calls, and Jungkook already knows half of your project report. And perhaps heâll know more, as the seventh one comes.
You let it ring for one, two, three times, as you hold your phone in one hand while you continue to type away with the other.Â
âI swear to god, ___. If you donât pick that up, Iâm gonna throw your phone out of this car,â Jimin, whoâs comfortably seated in the backseat, growls.Â
The dramatics is understandable because one, itâs Jimin and two, the constant ringing is a little bit much.
â___, Iâm not fucking kiddiââ
âHello, sir,â you finally answer, then proceed to discuss this monthâs analytics and projections for the succeeding quarter.
Jungkook predicts itâs gonna take you another whole song to finish, so he instead focuses on the road and appreciates the clear skies and familiar scenery of the drive to Busan. His thoughts go to how these next several days are gonna go. Thereâs visiting your favorite spots growing up, going to a resort, staying in to eat and play video games, and of course, cuddling with you in your room, as you and Jimin will have your parentsâ house to yourselves once they leave for their anniversary trip in two days.
His musings are disrupted though, when he looks at the rear view mirror and sees Jiminâs annoyed face blocking his view. Jungkook canât help but laugh, especially when he hears his best friend grumbling complaints just behind him.
âLeave her be, sheâll be done soon,â Jungkook dismisses him. âThey sound like important stuff.â
âSheâs talking so loudly!â Jimin groans. âI just want to reminisce and sing along to our teenage emo music, Kook.â
Jungkook turns the music off.Â
âThere, I paused it. You can sing along once sheâs done speaking on the phone,â he says.
Jimin pouts in response. âYou always take her side. You werenât like this when we were kids.â
âWell, if it means anything, I always took her side. I just never told you,â Jungkook laughs.
âTraitor.â
âIâm literally your most loyal friend.â
Itâs a statement that Jimin canât counter. Jungkook is his most loyal friend. And the most supportive. And the most dependable. And definitely the one whoâs never left his side.Â
When Jimin casually told their group that he likes girls and boys, Jungkook was the only one who didnât need time to âwarm up to the idea.â Jungkook was also the only one who never disappeared whenever he had a girlfriend. He was also the one who never missed a single one of Jiminâs dance showcases in college and professional shows.Â
And of course, Jungkook was the one friend who took up his offer to drink that Friday afternoon, resulting in that infamous gutter incident - as you like to call it - and his subsequent unemployment and homelessness. While you, his beloved sister, were there to pick up the pieces, so was Jungkook, the way he promised he would after they became friends at 10 years old.Â
Those months when Jimin was heartbroken and unsure of what he was going to do with his life, his best friend was there to make sure that he wasnât going to lose his drive and love for dancing. His best friend is also the one constantly cheering him up about this long-distance relationship that he decided to have with Taehyung while others continue to be a skeptic.
Jungkook is that friend, and Jimin supposes he can forgive the other man every time he sides with you.
Jimin is about to complain again when you put the phone down and make one of your restrained cries. He pities you, but it doesnât change the fact that he wishes you wouldnât be doing your work stuff while youâre on a trip of whatâs supposed to be a mini-break.
âI donât get why you donât pick up after the first ring,â he huffs.Â
âItâs so Mr. Soo knows that Iâm not easily available,â you say.Â
âBut you are. You answer it anyway,â Jimin rolls his eyes.
âExactly, Iâm gonna answer it anyway. Might as well make him wait for it because he needs me,â you point out. âItâs bad enough that heâs calling while Iâm taking the leave he approved, so Iâm just pissing him off. He doesnât know I changed the prompt to leave me a voice message to an annoying song so heâll have to sit through it to get to me. I already know itâs getting on his nerves.â
âOoh, petty. I like that,â Jimin hums.Â
âI know. I got that from you,â you proudly smile.
âBut why are you even working?â He whines, your brotherâs tone more of pity than annoyance. âIt totally defeats the purpose of a leave. And you shouldnât be indulging him!â
âWell, Mr. Soo approved this leave thinking that Chul would help him craft this report, which is based on the project that I proposed, only to realize that he doesnât know shit about it because I wrote everything, and he just took the credit,â you explain. âI donât want to be doing this, too, but I also just took the chance to show whoâs driving the wheel, and itâs definitely me. Plus, I worked hard for that project. Working on the report at least gives me a chance to give myself credit for it.â
âHmm, I guess youâre right,â Jimin concedes. âYour voice is just so loud.â
âIâm sorry. I just wanted to match his tone,â you say. âBut heâll be in a meeting for the next hour or so and he probably wonât need me again until then. You can turn the music back on.â
âUgh, thank god,â Jimin groans again. âI missed my favorite song.â
He leans forward and squeezes himself in the small space between you and Jungkook. The proximity causes Jimin to smack his elbow on your face, which you know is intended, considering how much of a brat he is. So you do what you always do - flick the back of his head.Â
He yells but gets over it once he manages to press the rewind button and plays the song heâs been wanting to hear. You havenât been paying attention throughout the drive and hadnât even known what they were listening to, but once the music comes on, a wave of nostalgia hits you.
You take the CD case you see in the compartment and scan the song list.
âDashboard Confessional?â You read out. âMayday Parade? Something Corporate?â
You go through 2 other CDs and look at both men questioningly.Â
âThese are literally plucked out of my high school playlist that I illegally downloaded,â you state, given that music streaming sites werenât a thing over a decade ago. âWhy do you have them in CDs? And did you even know these songs back then?â
âYes, because we listened to your playlist when you werenât around,â Jimin confesses, earning him a flick on the arm.Â
âYou went through my computer? You were in my room?!â You yell.
âDonât be dramatic,â Jimin rolls his eyes. âIt was a boring room, there was nothing to see. We just wanted your music because they were cool, but Iâd never admit it.â
âIâm sure,â you shake your head. âBut it was my ex, remember? He was a new kid from the US and he got me into these emo rock bands and I thought they were cool, too. He downloaded them illegally for me and I just jammed to those songs all the time even after we broke up.â
âWe know. Jungkook and I could hear it from my bedroom,â Jimin says, âwhich is why we used to sneak in and listen when you werenât around.â
âIs that why you put them in a mixtape? So you could listen to them whenever you wanted?â You ask, turning to Jungkook because between the both of them, heâs definitely the one whoâd know how to do this.
âYeah, Kook. Why did you make these mixtapes when neither of us had a portable CD player⌠but my sister did?â Jimin presses, cocked eyebrow and smug face on display.
Youâre looking at him now, and itâs a curious look that Jungkook canât resist.
âI just thought to put your most played ones in CDs,â he shyly admits, âand uh, planned on giving them to you before you left for college. But I chickened out so I just left them in a box in my room that I brought to Seoul. Iâd forgotten all about it until Jimin raided my studio and found them.â
âYou⌠you made me mixtapes? When you were 15?â You ask.
â___, I think Iâve established enough that I had a huge crush on you when I was a teenager,â he turns to you and laughs.Â
Itâs a little embarrassing even if heâs already dating you. It still feels surreal sometimes, as he thinks of his growing up years and how he always looked forward to sleeping over at Jiminâs place and then catching glimpses of you. There were the times when youâd watch movies with them in the living room, and then heâd help you clean up in the kitchen so he could spend more time with you.
That was over 10 years ago and so much has changed, but the admiration he felt for you never dwindled. There was always that image of you looking happy. He kept that version of you in his mind, even when you had your boyfriends. He just wanted to remember your smile, and now he gets to be the reason for it, like now.
âItâs just⌠itâs very sweet and thoughtful,â you say softly.Â
âI⌠Well⌠I took interest in the things you liked. I guess that happens when you like someone.â
âTold you heâs a romantic,â Jimin nudges you.Â
Between the fairy tattoo he designed and did on your shoulder, the dinner and picnic dates he takes you to despite both your busy schedules, and the way he holds you so close to him whenever and wherever he can, you can definitely say that Jungkook is a romantic.
Itâs only been three months but it feels as if youâve been dating him for longer, given the overflow of affection heâs been giving you. Itâs in the way he always holds your hand and kisses you so passionately. Itâs in his encouraging words and the way he spoils you with the littlest things.Â
Itâs refreshing to be with him. He has boyish charms that have become even sexier with his slightly long hair and the lip ring that he recently got. And whatever heâs wearing, thereâs just something so comfortably sexy about him thatâs both warm and exciting, and you often find yourself swarmed in butterflies whenever he talks about you.
Itâs only been three months but itâs a relationship youâre still slowly being open about. Your friends were definitely surprised. Hoseok fell off the couch with all his body movements; Jin spat out his drink; Yoongi gasped, then followed it up with a teasing smirk; So-Hee and Na-eun gushed over how Jungkook treats you, and took the chance to say how heâs gotten more handsome over the years.Â
You asked them if it was that shocking for you to be dating someone younger - and your brotherâs best friend at that - and while they said it was a bit unexpected, what really got them was how different Jungkook is from your exes. Heâs not some corporate man with ambitions, they pointed out. His life is less structured, too, given his freelancing career and gig at the tattoo parlor. Heâs definitely a lot more laid-back and more casual than theyâre used to.Â
They were short of remarking that Jungkookâs lifestyle isnât as stable and secure as what you normally go for, and they wouldnât be wrong. Itâs a thought youâve had before, and something even he brought up because he didnât want you thinking that he canât keep up with you. But youâd been the one to point out to your friends that stability can come in different forms. With how Jungkook has been so dependable and assuring, thatâs given you more security than you ever thought.Â
But itâs not something thatâs easy to explain. Maybe your friends could understand. Theyâve made careers in different industries, after all, with short term jobs forming part of their resume. But your parents are of a different generation and mindset. Stability for them means one thing, and they raised you to want the same thing in the same way.Â
Which is why itâs already been three months, and you still havenât told them about you and Jungkook.Â
âI started young,â he laughs, pulling you out of your thoughts as he takes your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours. âI used to just choose my moments of romance but with you, Iâm romantic all the time.â
âReally? Does being a flirt count as being romantic?â You cock an eyebrow.
Because thatâs what he is. He likes to tease and call you out when he affects you. He likes to charm and then edge you until youâre pleading for him to do more.Â
âDefinitely! I mean, Iâm out here living my teenage dream, you know?â He winks at you. âNot just anyone gets to say that theyâre dating the person they had a crush on when they were 13.â
âOh god, here we go again,â Jimin groans, earning him a laugh from you and Jungkook.
But even if your brother fake-gags at your not-so private displays of affection, you know deep down that heâs happy for you and his best friend. The two most important people in his life found comfort in each other, and he gets to witness and bask in that.Â
He also gets to brag that it all happened because of him.Â
You spend the next hour jamming to all your favorite emo rock songs because Jungkook wasnât kidding - he really did include all of the ones you had on repeat from your playlist. It takes you back to over 10 years ago of playing the music so loud while youâre in your pajamas, jumping on your bed and singing your lungs out. They donât really remind you of your ex-boyfriend. That was a short-lived relationship that only really had you appreciating the songs he shared and not much more.Â
Your boss doesnât reach out to you until a half hour later. Heâs taken to sending you messages instead, and when he does, youâre back to typing away on your laptop, to the displeasure of both men.Â
They donât call you out this time and instead leave you be. Until, of course, it hinders you from enjoying yourself.
The car has stopped but youâre still on your laptop, double checking figures. Jimin has stepped out after telling you that heâll throw your laptop in the ocean if you donât stop, but Jungkook stays with you inside the car. He bops his head and hums to the music that neither of you could barely hear. He picks on his fingers and yelps at the hangnail he pulls out. He opens the window and shoos away a bug, then hangs out his head to feel the late morning sun.
âKook, you can go out if youâre bored,â you say, your eyes still glued to your screen. âYou donât have to stay with me here.â
âBut I want to,â he responds. âIâm not leaving until you do, not when you said weâre spending the week free from work and stress.â
âI just need to get this done,â you sigh, rechecking your stats for the third time and then aligning the table. âIâll be finished soon.â
âYou said that 15 minutes ago,â he points out, not wanting to sound like heâs complaining, although he might as well be.Â
âItâs justââ
âYouâve done your part, babe. Youâve encoded the figures and cross-checked the targets and objectives. Writing the rest of that report and formatting it isnât your job anymore,â Jungkook says. âYou werenât even supposed to do those. Youâre not on the clock. Youâre on leave, and you deserve this break.â
âI hate that I have to work, too, but itâs not something I just canât do, not when my boss is calling and expecting me to do all this,â you groan.Â
You see his eyebrows furrow and you get defensive.Â
âYou know what, nevermind. You work solo, you answer to no one, you donât have to prove yourself to corporate assholes. You wonât get it.â
You sigh once more and return to reviewing the conclusion, but the sudden silence is unnerving. You glance at Jungkook and see the look on his face - itâs not sadness but disappointment, and itâs one you donât see very often on him.
Youâre about to apologize when he speaks, his voice soft and low, as if speaking is difficult for him.
âI work with so many clients on a daily basis, with more than half of them setting deadlines that they donât even follow and demanding so many things so yes, I get it,â he says. âBut I put my foot down when I need to, because I learned a long time ago that I shouldnât let people walk all over me. I know youâre up against a lot of things and you may feel like your hands are tied but they arenât. A break wonât hurt you. And you know you deserve it. We deserve your attention, too.â
Your heart cracks at his words. Even more at the way he looks, as you see that all he wants is to spend time with you. Heâs been busy, too. Heâs spent the last few nights at his studio, buried deep in his projects because he said he wanted to focus on you this week. And you know that heâll keep his word like he always does. Jungkook is dedicated to his work but he focuses on you when he says he will. Youâre the one not loyal to what you say.
âKook, Iâmââ
âJust do what you have to do,â he interjects, his eyes downcast now. âIâll be outside with Jimin. Come out when youâre done. You like it here, so donât worry. We wonât leave until youâve come down.â
Jungkook exits the car before you can say anything. You watch him walk down the stony path towards the ocean.
You hadnât even realized youâre here.Â
Youâre at Cheongsapo, with the pebble beach just meters away being one you all went to as kids. Jungkookâs older brother used to drive you here during summer, and you all enjoyed the calmness of the place. You used to bet on who would treat ice cream by playing rounds of stone skipping, with Jimin winning every single time. You remember how you and Jungkook taught each other how to do it, and then tag-teamed against your brother so he could finally treat you both that one time.Â
Whenever youâd visit Busan during your college breaks, youâd always come down here with your friends, with Jungkook and Jimin in tow. Youâd visit at sunset and hold out your sparklers, then navigate the terrain at night and laugh about who tripped and slipped on the way back.Â
Jungkookâs right. You like this place. It holds so many memories of your youth, and you find yourself constantly reminiscing, as you try to recall his place in your life back then.Â
You mentally smack yourself. He didnât deserve your dismissal. He didnât deserve the way you spoke to him. Heâs been trying to help, especially with how busy youâve been these past several weeks. You were supposed to work from home while you housesat your parentsâ house but Jimin convinced you to take your untouched leaves when Jungkook decided to come, and then they both called it a mini-break.
And maybe you need it, considering that all this preoccupation with work has caused you to snap at your boyfriend when all he wanted to do was ease your mind.
So you get out of the car and head to him.Â
Thereâs a small forest to pass through and a steep staircase to maneuver, but you manage. You look out to see Jimin already throwing stones and Jungkook standing by, reacting to every gliding pebble on the water. You spare a few seconds to admire him from the back, with his plain white shirt and light gray lounge pants, accentuating a figure that has you weak in the knees. His hands are in his pockets and his slightly long locks are in a half-bun, and he looks every bit of comfort in this place that holds so much of your years growing up.
You walk to where he is and wrap your arms around him from behind. He stills but he doesnât say anything. You savor his natural scent and the way the tips of his hair tickle your face. You bask in the taut figure that somehow softens under your touch. Once you feel him relax a little, you tilt your head and whisper in his ear.Â
âIâm sorry for snapping at you. You didnât deserve that.â
He remains quiet and unmoving. All you can hear are the sounds of the waves and Jiminâs cheering from some meters away.
âI just got caught up with work but Iâm done with it. It wasnât right of me to neglect you when I promised I was gonna take a break and spend time with you,â you continue.
Your voice is low and Jungkook could hear your pout. Just a little bit more and heâll give in.
âYou look so hot today and I just want toââ
âYah!â He whines, finally returning your affection and caressing your arms that are now wrapped around him tightly. âDonât tease me.â
âHmm, that caught your attention, huh?â You giggle, lightly kissing his neck.
He shivers at the act, and he laughs at himself for how whipped he is for you, giving in so quickly.
âYou know it would,â he huffs, turning around to face you now.
You still have that pout and he just wants to kiss it off you.
âHow was walking down the steep staircase?â He asks, knowing that was your only non-favorite thing about this place.Â
âI tripped on a step but Iâm fine,â you proudly smile now.Â
âYou shouldâve called me,â he frowns now.Â
âBut you were upset with me!â
âSo? Doesnât mean I wouldnât help you down the stairs and risk you tripping. You know how those steps are. And the pebbles can sometimes be slippery. You can trip here, too, andâ what?â
âNothing. Youâre sexy when youâre worried about me,â you say nonchalantly.
âUgh, come here,â he groans, pulling you in a hug, one that you fall into immediately. âIâll always worry about you. And Iâll always help you, even if Iâm upset.â
âI know,â you sigh. âIâm sorry again. But Iâve laid off the report now. I told Mr. Soo I shall not be disturbed anymore for the rest of my leave.â
âGood,â Jungkook hums, pulling away to face you now. âBecause I really want to know what you wanted to do.â
âAh, many things, Jeon Jungkook,â you smirk. âBut Iâll maybe settle for this first.â
You lean in and kiss him - deep enough to have him moan against your lips, and you suddenly canât wait until you can do more.
âOh, my eyes!â Jimin squeals, prompting you to look at him with his arm covering his face.
Jungkook only laughs but you scowl at your brother.
âYouâre so dramatic,â you roll your eyes. âYouâve seen worse.â
âAnd Iâve erased that image of my sister and my best friend swallowing each otherâs faces from my mind. Please donât remind me again,â he groans. âBut anyway, are you tolerable again?â
âYes,â you frown. âI think,â you mutter, turning to Jungkook.
âYouâre alright,â he teases, before he wraps his arm around you and pulls you close. âNow Jimin here wants to reassert his dominance as the stone-skipping king. You game for a match?â
âDo I have a choice?â You cock your eyebrow.
âNo. So okay, same rules,â your brother announces. âLoser treats everyone to coffee and pastry. We all know it wonât be me.â
âBrat,â you say under your breath.Â
But heâs not wrong. He dominates and Jungkook ends up losing. The wink he makes tells you he let you win. And though you like to play fair, you wonât lie and say his teasing smirk definitely turned you on.
You spend the rest of your morning enjoying iced coffee while overlooking the beach, then you head to your favorite seafood restaurant for lunch. You go to your usual market for ingredients for the week, including tonightâs dinner that your mother will be preparing. She wanted to cook for all of you before they flew out, she said, and that got you excited.Â
Itâs refreshing to walk through the streets and spots of your childhood and reminisce with your brother and boyfriend. The memories take on different forms this time, as Jungkook tells you things from his perspective.Â
You remember that one time you scolded them for sneaking out on a school night and then picking them up at an alley with Jin driving you. Jungkook says he liked how caring and understanding you were then; you said youâd cover for them after flicking their foreheads.Â
Thereâs that summer when you got your friends to buy from Jimin and Jungkookâs ice pop stand so they could buy these skateboards that neither of your parents wanted to get for them. Jungkook recalls how you complimented his recipe and told everyone he made them so that theyâd praise him, too.Â
Thereâs that winter when, after your brotherâs begging, you had him and Jungkook join you and your friendsâ bonfire night at one of your secret beach spots. Jungkook points out that you always made sure that as the youngest ones there, they were warm and well-fed.Â
And then there were their sleepovers when youâd join them play video games and watch horror movies in the living room. Jungkook gushes at how pretty you looked and how youâd always prepare them popcorn and drinks. He outs you as the one who puts the blanket over him and Jimin when they fall asleep on the couch.Â
âI tend to forget a lot of things but I remember when theyâre about you,â he mumbles as he starts the drive to your house. âItâs just always stuck with me. Please donât be weirded out.â
You giggle but assure him that you arenât. You understand him - there are things and people and moments that naturally stick with you, and theyâre the ones you hold dear, too.Â
He was a kid with a crush and his attention was often on you, and you suppose that given how youâd felt comfortable around him then, it was also maybe natural that youâd feel the same way now that youâre both older. It just so happened that he ended up looking as attractive as he did, and thatâs just an added bonus.Â
Jungkook drops you and Jimin home before he drives three blocks away to his parentsâ house. Heâll greet them first before heading to your place, he says, excited for your momâs cooking that he always enjoyed.Â
Itâs been some time since you last saw them. They donât always drive out to Seoul, only doing so to watch Jiminâs shows, and you havenât had time to go home, either. Plus, you had an injured brother to take care of, and heâs also really the topic of every conversation youâve had with them these past months.Â
And there are no bad feelings there. Heâs had injuries and illnesses that had them worried, and youâre pretty much as unproblematic and predictable as any eldest child could get. You think youâre that monotonous or unexciting, too, and you suppose that just meant they didnât feel the need to check on you as much as they did with Jimin.
But you express your longing once they offer you their hugs. You say how you miss your momâs cooking and your dadâs baking, which is code for saying that youâve missed them, too.Â
You get your stuff to your room and sigh in relief at the comfort it still gives you. Not much has changed between your double bed, your desk, your beanbag, and the large cork board of photos on your wall. You pin the Polaroids from earlier, deciding to keep the ones of you and Jungkook for your place back in Seoul.Â
You huff this time, unsure how youâll open the discussion of you dating your younger brotherâs best friend to your parents. Theyâve known him since he was a kid; they watched him get into all kinds of trouble with their son, and were there for his milestones, too.Â
Jungkook was always Jiminâs partner-in-crime; they were two peas in a pod who went through everything together. Now itâs you and him and you donât really know how theyâll take it.Â
But you brush it off for now and think itâs a conversation for later, or maybe when they come back from their trip. You intended on telling them in person, which is why theyâre still in the dark. Itâs just a matter of how youâll say it.
You head downstairs and take in the scent of seafood soft tofu stew. The two boys are already at the kitchen counter, munching on the rolled omelet that they shouldnât even be having yet. But your mom lets them, as Jimin talks about his new agency and shows videos of him doing some choreographies.
You stand next to Jungkook, who sneakily feeds you. You donât know why you get flustered at the act, even more when he whispers in your ear.Â
âSo, I finally get to see your room with your permission,â he cheekily smiles. âI promised Jimin a few rounds of Overwatch before going to you.â
You merely laugh and tell him that your dadâs asking him something.
âSo, Jungkook. How has work been? Jimin tells us youâve been getting more projects recently,â your old man asks.Â
âAh, yes, uncle,â he responds. âIâm getting more clients and exposure now. It took a while but itâs all going well.â
âThatâs good. Although I always wondered why you never thought of joining a firm. Doesnât that mean a more consistent client base? And better for you financially, too.â
âWell, I get to choose my clients and my projects as a freelancer,â Jungkook explains. âI control my time. And it allows me to take appointments at the tattoo parlor.â
âOh, right, your hobby,â your dad nods. âI guess having multiple sources of income is the new trend these days.â
Jungkook just hums in agreement, already used to your dadâs frame of thought when it comes to a career. So are you, because itâs often the first thing he picks up on with your boyfriends. Each of your partners just happened to be working in corporate so there was never this line of questioning followed by an awkward silence.Â
But Jungkook is just your brotherâs best friend, as far as they know. You wonder how theyâd react once you finally tell them the truth.
You donât completely fault your dad, though. Itâs less about judgment and more about practicality. He and your mom came from the generation that believed survival and security mattered more than passion. They always thought the latter could come later on in life, which is why they opened their own cafe not long ago, at a time when they were already pretty secure. You suppose itâs his way of looking out for you, which is why heâs always been concerned about your partnerâs occupation.
The conversation changes, as the focus now turns to your parents and what theyâve been up to. You assist your mom in the kitchen while the men hang around, helping when theyâre called upon. Jungkook stands near you, asking if you need him and attempting to feed you with a dumpling this time, but you manage to feed yourself and he merely looks at you in understanding.
Dinner is finally ready and you all head to the dining table. You take the seat next to your mom, across from Jungkook, and he looks at you curiously but you offer him an apologetic smile. You only told him that youâll tell your parents about your relationship in person, which you planned on doing.Â
That is, until your parents bring up your friends.
âSweetie, Jinâs son is so adorable,â your mom chirps. âI saw the pictures on Facebook and the little one took after his father so much. I can imagine how happy he and his wife are.â
The topic of your dear friend and his family injects energy into you. You say how Jinâs been bragging about his mini-me but that the nursery you helped put together looks so beautiful. You were all there when his wife gave birth a few weeks ago and though youâre still unsure about having kids, you wonât deny how much it warmed your heart when Seo-yoonâs tiny fingers wrapped around your thumb. Itâs not something you say though, as your mom eventually mentions Na-eun and her fiancĂŠ.Â
âI read that heâs been promoted as Director of their company,â she says.Â
Your dad pipes in that So-Heeâs new boyfriend is apparently the son of one of his former colleagues, and youâre quite frankly over the conversations about your friendsâ partners. The insinuations arenât lost on you.
âHow do you even know these things?â You groan.
âFacebook,â your mom replies. âOf course Iâm friends with all your friends. And itâs nice to know how well theyâre doing since we donât get to see them much anymore. Youâve reached that age of settling down, after all.â
âI guess,â you hum, no longer interested in the conversation. Jiminâs roll of his eyes tells you he feels the same. âLots of good things are happening for them.â
You donât mean to sound bitter and you arenât. You adore your friends and genuinely love that things are looking out for them. Youâre not the same person from months ago who felt lost and falling behind amongst them. Sure, things could be better career-wise, but you havenât felt this much security in yourself and your relationship until Jungkook. Explaining why is a different thing altogether.
âWhat about you?â Your dad asks. âI know weâve been calling every week to ask about your brother but we havenât been checking in on you. Iâm sorry, dear,â he continues, his eyes softening. âIs there anything new in your life?â
If the earlier conversations hadnât happened, perhaps youâd willingly hint on the newest thing in your life, which is the relationship you have with the man currently looking at you with his doe-eyes in anticipation.Â
But they did, and you know mentioning your friendsâ partners was their way of subtly pressuring you about being with someone of similar stature. And youâre not really in the mood for that right now.Â
So you end up doing the stupidest thing you possibly could, and thatâs to lie.Â
âNot really,â you say, hating the prolonged silence that follows.Â
And as you look at Jungkook across from you, you see his face fall, and you hate even more that itâs because of you.Â
Your lack of a follow-up prompts your parents to move on. They know that when youâre in the mood to talk, you will and when youâre quite passive, it means you arenât.Â
Your mom turns to Jungkook instead and asks him what else heâs up to other than his various jobs and looking after Jimin. He looks at you before his gaze shifts towards them.
âNot much else, auntie,â he replies.Â
The crack of your heart knows you completely messed up, because if it stings like this, then you know it hurt him even more.
âOh, is there no one special in your life?â She asks, as she often does. Given that she treats Jungkook as part of the family, sheâs lost all filter when it comes to him, too. âI recently met with my friend and her daughter. Sheâs such a lovely young woman, Kook, sheâs brilliant and oh so charming. Sheâs in Busan for the week, too. Do you want toââ
âIs it time for dessert?â Jimin butts in, not wanting this conversation to continue.Â
He knows Jungkook wouldnât know how to turn your mother down, and if he even slightly entertains the idea to appease her, youâd be the one upset, even if you technically put this upon yourself. Jimin already sees you a bit uncomfortable, and if thereâs anything he can do to not make this worse for you and his best friend, itâs to be a brat.Â
âOh, yes. Your father made an apple pie and some ice cream,â she says. âLet meââ
âIâll get it,â you offer, standing up from your seat now.
You donât want to know what your momâs other propositions would be. Youâre sure sheâll find some personâs son to match you with, given that sheâs done that a few times after your breakup with Namjoon. Youâre also not ready for Jungkook to agree with her about meeting someone, even if you know he wonât mean it.
Which is really stupid because if youâd just told them the truth, then youâll be having a completely different conversation, although youâre unsure if youâre ready for that one, too. But at least Jungkook wouldnât look as upset as he does right now, as heâs resorted to picking on his food instead of finishing it, which tells you that heâs lost his appetite and thatâs never a good thing.Â
You go to the kitchen to slice the pie and scoop the ice cream. You do it so slowly to lengthen the time before youâre back there, only because you donât want to know what else theyâre talking about.Â
Youâre in the middle of cursing yourself when you feel the sting of a tiny pinch on your arm, and you yelp in pain and smack your brotherâs chest in reflex.
âOw!â You yell, frowning at the man before you and ignoring your motherâs order to âbehave,â even if theyâre used to you two quarreling.Â
âYou deserve that,â Jimin scowls at you. âBecause what the fuck was that?!â
âI know,â you sigh, glancing at Jungkook whoâs trying his best to be interested in what your parents are saying. âI⌠froze. You know what they wanted to hear, Chim. All those things about my friendsâ boyfriends and what they do? I just didnât want them to compare them to what Jungkook does if I tell them.â
âWhy, whatâs wrong with what he does?â Your brother raises an eyebrow.
âNothing. Itâs just⌠you know how focused they are on career stability and shit like that,â you try to explain. âYou heard what dad was telling him earlier. I just didnât want Jungkook to hear any underhanded comments from them and then feel bad about it.â
âAnd you think denying that youâre dating is any better?â He chides. âThatâs literally worse!â
âIââ
âJungkook knows how our parents are. And after you got together, he already anticipated that theyâd question how heâll be able to sustain your life together once you told them about your relationship,â Jimin explains. âHe was ready for it. I doubt he anticipated thisâŚâ
You stand there, the crack in your heart getting deeper and bigger as the seconds pass. You hadnât realized that Jungkook was already confiding in Jimin about any concerns heâd have about facing your parents. You suppose he would, given that you said youâd tell them when you saw them the one time that Jungkook asked if they knew, and you didnât raise it again after. Living in your bubble together seemed more important, and youâd forgotten to mentally prepare yourself for this conversation.
âChim, I fucked up,â you pout.Â
If it were about anything else, Jimin would push it. Itâs how you always were, and youâve reached that point in your relationship where you could call each other out and know it comes from a good place. But he doesnât want to do this today, not when youâre already sad and guilty and he doesnât want you to feel worse. He doesnât want to take sides, even if heâll admit that you were in the wrong, but he doesnât want to antagonize you either.
âHey,â he nudges your arm. âItâs not the end of the world. Youâre both gonna figure it out. I donât know how hard heâll take this but heâs a really soft-hearted person, so just⌠keep that in mind, okay?â
You nod, wanting to believe that youâll be able to fix it.Â
âAnd donât hate yourself too much,â your brother adds. âHeâs really, really into you. I just know he wonât be able to resist you.â
You nod again but you think that just makes it worse. You doubt he expected that out of all the people to disappoint him, it would be you. Yet here you are.Â
You and Jimin return to the table with the plated desserts. You hand one to Jungkook but he doesnât acknowledge you. He doesnât meet your eyes either when itâs all you try to do. He peacefully eats his apple pie while you feign interest at your parents talking about their recent weekend at a spa.Â
When everyoneâs done, he helps Jimin clean up. Itâs how you know that Jungkookâs considered part of the family, as your parents donât stop him from doing so, unlike when it comes to other guests or your friends.Â
You watch helplessly as he washes the dishes, turning down your offer to help. You take the rest of the plates and walk towards him instead, standing close so you could place them in the sink. He just moves his arms to give you space then returns to his task, not sparing you a glance.Â
You stay with your parents in the dining area to talk about their trip. They leave you with important documents and give you instructions should anything bad happen to them while theyâre away, as they always do whenever they go on a trip. Everything is your responsibility as the eldest, they remind you.Â
They finally go to their room to continue packing and you sit on the corner of the couch where Jimin and Jungkook have just finished watching some video of a guy reacting to other videos. You constantly glance at your boyfriend but he seems to be intent on not giving you attention because heâs not like this - he always wants to be close to you, needing his hand to be touching your arm or your thigh or even your hair, and his pretty eyes locked on you. But not tonight.
You recall how months ago, you avoided him because of what you started to feel. And perhaps this is how he felt then - helpless, unsure, and desperate for you to be next to him again.Â
You find the tiniest bit of courage and call out his name, hoping heâd at least turn to you this time.Â
âKook, Iâmââ
âHey, we should probably play now so we finish early,â Jungkook nudges Jiminâs knee. âItâs been a long day; I donât really want to stay up late.â
Your brother looks at you in apology as he responds to the man on his left in agreement. They both head up, leaving you rooted in your seat, wishing that Jungkook would turn around to tell you that he doesnât mean creating this distance, but he doesnât.Â
And you wouldnât blame him. Youâd stay away from you, too.
You end up watching Aliens on your own, crouched on your corner of the couch with the large blanket over you. You give up after an hour, once the movie starts getting intense and scary though. Thereâs no Jungkook to hold you during the jumpscares, or to tease you about your screaming, or to assure you that heâll protect you from all types of monsters.Â
Thereâs no Jungkook next to you but you want him there, and itâs another half hour later when you decide that youâre not going to bed without speaking to him.Â
You hate sleeping sad and upset. You donât like ending the day not being on good terms with him. There are so many things you want to tell him but more than anything, you just want to hold him close. He always said he liked that, because even during the times when thereâs so much to say or feel, falling into each otherâs arms is the easiest thing to do. It says enough. It shows enough. And youâve both survived misunderstandings and stressful moments by holding each other, and then holding each other closer.
Walking up the stairs and towards Jiminâs room, the nerves kick in. Jungkook has been ignoring you the whole evening and youâre unsure if heâs willing to hear you out.Â
But you try, as you knock on the door, your heart beating fast when it slowly opens. Your brotherâs downcast eyes meet you and you donât need to say anything else.Â
He opens the door wider then turns to the man lying on a mattress on the floor.
âKook, my sisterâs looking for you.â
You glance at him, dressed in that black tank top that always made you breathless, but once again, he avoids your gaze. But he does stand up after a nudge on the foot from your brother and walks over to you.
âCan we, uhâŚâ you gesture towards the room just across the hallway.
He doesnât say anything but he doesnât shut you out, which is a good thing. You take it as your cue to start walking and you hear his footsteps right behind you.Â
You let him in then close the door behind him. Thereâs so much you want to say, like youâre sorry and that you were stupid, that you didnât mean to deny him but that you didnât know how to tell your parents, or what you were even nervous about. You want to say that you just want to spend tonight wrapped up in his arms and apologizing in all the ways that you can.
But instead of uttering the words, your throat dries up. Seeing him standing there with that upset and disinterested look on his face breaks you a little. So you reach out, your hands pressing gently on his chest to try to feel him, to be close to him, hopefully to hold him and make your mistake go away.Â
âKook, IâŚâ you tremble, trying so hard to find the words.
Jungkook looks back at you, your face nervous and unsure, unlike his thatâs probably still painted with disappointment.Â
He still doesnât know what to make of your denial. Heâs been trying to see things from your point of view all evening, but doing so only in his head because verbalizing them, especially to his best friend, makes it sting a bit more. Maybe Jimin can explain on your behalf but that would just confirm to Jungkook one of two things - that you donât really intend on telling your parents about both of you for whatever reason he canât comprehend, or you donât think he measures up to their expectations and for that, you might just think heâs not good enough for you.Â
He doesnât think heâs ready for that, so he shuts Jimin down when he asks. They watched videos earlier to have something to laugh about but he was faking it. He suggested playing a game just so he wouldnât respond to you calling him earlier but all theyâve done since going to the room is lie in silence.Â
Jungkook doesnât want to talk about it with his best friend. And he certainly doesnât want to talk about it with you. He doesnât want an explanation right now. Itâs not what he wants to hear.Â
And it seems as if itâs something youâre even struggling to give him, as you stand there quivering, your hands slowly trying to pull him closer to you.Â
Itâs what you usually do when you canât find the words to express something - when youâre stressed and frustrated, when you want to patch things up after a small misunderstanding, when you want his comfort. And he always loved it when you did. He always willingly gave you that hug and that kiss and those whispers of âitâs okayâ and âweâre okayâ and âIâm just here.âÂ
But not tonight, not when thereâs this unnamed thing thatâs eating him inside, and not even you can fix it.Â
âI donât⌠I donât really wanna do this right now,â he mutters, taking your hands to slowly slide them off him.Â
The look of hurt in your eyes is one thatâll probably haunt him for a while, but heâll learn to deal with that. Itâs better than talking with you about something that you donât even know how to express.Â
This isnât like him. Itâs not like him to be upset at you like this, to not want to comfort you, to not want to be around you. This messes him up, too, and all he can do is step away and walk out.
He doesnât really wanna be here, he thinks to himself as he enters the room just across, to the surprise of Jimin who half expected both of you to have made up. Jungkook would go home if he only brought his keys and it wasnât too late to ask his parents to open the door for him.
But his best friendâs floor mattress will do for now. And so Jungkook puts on his earpods and plays whatever music is loud enough to shut out the thought of you until he falls asleep.Â
In the other room, you lay in your bed in complete silence. You donât want to cry, only because heâs not there to wipe your tears away. And you donât ever want to know what thatâs like, so you donât. You keep the tears at bay and force yourself to drift away.Â
You jerk awake the next morning to your mother knocking on your door. You promised to do errands with her today, so you get off the bed and yell out that youâll just fix up.
âNo rush, dear. Iâm still having breakfast with your father. You can join us when youâre ready.â
You head down and eat the pastries that they brought from the cafe. You donât have much appetite and these will suffice, but your mind goes to Jungkook and how he was craving kimchi fried rice and spam yesterday.Â
So thatâs what you make for him and Jimin. You even prepare iced coffee the way they like it. Youâre about to set the dish aside for them to heat up when you hear rushed footsteps down the stairs and you know theyâve woken up.
âWahhh, it smells so good,â Jimin exclaims as he walks over to the counter while his best friend sits on the table. âDid you make something, dad?â
âOh, your sister cooked for you and Jungkook,â your father hums. âItâs making me hungry now.â
âThereâs still some in here if you want,â you call out, with him responding that heâll get some later.
You serve the dish in two bowls. You hand one to Jimin and then place the other in front of Jungkook without sparing him a glance.Â
âIced coffee is in the refrigerator,â you tell them.Â
You hear Jiminâs little squeal before he gets them. âWhere you off to?â He asks.
âIâm running errands with mom.â
âMake sure you two make it in time for dinner, okay?â Your father says.
âOf course. I canât miss your steak, dad,â you give him a small smile.Â
âGood. I prepared meat good enough for five Actually, six. I count Jungkook as two people,â he laughs.Â
The thought of this comfort and familiarity hurts you because youâre the one who made Jungkook think otherwise. You see him smile at your fatherâs remark but you turn away when he looks your way. You know heâs still upset and you donât want to force it if heâs not yet ready to speak with you. You also havenât gotten over the way he pulled away from you last night, and so looking at him today is a little difficult.
âYouâre still joining us at the party, right?â Jimin asks.Â
Their friend, Hari, whom you know briefly dated Jungkook in high school, is celebrating her birthday tonight. Their group always looked to you as the cool sister so youâre always invited to whatever theyâve got going, and while the three of you talked about attending later, after what you did, you doubt Jungkook would want you to spoil his evening. Youâre also not exactly in the partying mood for obvious reasons.
âIâll pass, Chim,â you respond. âYou guys should have a best friend night.â
You go back to your room to fix up before joining your mother to head out.Â
Back in the dining room, Jimin nudges Jungkookâs knee.
âSheâs still playing favorites,â he playfully rolls his eyes as he gestures to the generous amount of spam in his best friendâs bowl compared to his decent serving.Â
Jungkook just hums, guilt forming that he didnât even thank you for this because he really has been craving it. Before any of them could say anything more, your father speaks up.
âYour sister okay, son?â
âUh, yeah? Why wouldnât she be?â Jimin nervously answers.
âShe just doesnât seem like herself, thatâs all,â your old man replies.
âMaybe itâs work. Itâs been tough lately,â your brother reasons.Â
âBut sheâs more tired and frustrated when it comes to work but thatâs not what she is. Maybe itâs a guy.â
At this, Jungkook chokes on his food, and heâs glad your father doesnât react.
âWhat makes you think so?â Jimin asks, his eyes flitting to his best friend.
âHmm, it just seems different,â your father insists. âOr maybe itâs just wishful thinking on my end. She hasnât introduced anyone since Namjoon. And I wish she would, just so we know sheâs moved on, you know? And that the breakup isnât still hurting her.â
âShe has, and it doesnât affect her anymore,â Jimin confirms, certain of at least that bit.
âThen why hasnât she introduced anyone yet?â
âMaybe itâs because you really liked Namjoon, and he seems to be your standard so ___ is just probably just taking her time.â
âWell itâs because heâs smart and stable and very self-assured andââ
âAlso very much married. And a soon-to-be father,â Jimin interjects, already being protective of you.Â
He wonders now if this is how your parents talk about him to you, and that youâve always just protected him from all of it.
âOh,â your father sighs. âIt couldâve been her.â
âBut it isnât and thatâs totally fine,â Jimin exclaims. âSheâs young and sheâs got time. And who knows, maybe thatâs not the life she wants, or at least not yet? If you could accept my version of happiness, you should be able to accept hers, too. And what does âstableâ even mean?â
âSomeone with ambition, with a direction,â your old man explains. âSomeone whoâs secure and financially capable of sustaining this good life that your mom and I gave you both.â
âThose are all the things she is, too, you know?â Jimin frowns. âAnd also, I love you, dad, but youâre old. By that I mean your thinking is old. Itâs outdated. You think stability is about prestige and money and I get that but⌠thatâs not everything. There are other things that matter to her and if you lessened the pressure a bit, youâd see that. Sheâs your daughter, donât you want her to be happy? To be loved?â
âOf course I do,â your father sighs.Â
âWell then donât let your version of what a good partner is dictate her life,â Jimin advises. âSheâs a grown up, she knows what she wants and how to get it. But sheâs also your daughter who doesnât want to worry or disappoint you. What if sheâs found someone who makes her happy and treats her right but sheâs nervous of what youâd think because of all these expectations you have of her?â
Jiminâs eyes flit to his best friend again whoâs quietly munching on his food but is clearly taking in this exchange. While Jimin still thinks you were wrong to deny your relationship, he at least hopes that Jungkook could understand what was going through your mind and it was all this.Â
âWell if she has then Iâd want to meet him,â your father insists.Â
âAnd maybe you will, once she stops feeling the pressure of what sheâs supposed to be for you and who sheâs supposed to date,â Jimin explains.Â
âI guess youâre right.â
âOf course Iâm right, dad,â Jimin groans. âI lived with her for months and she just⌠she worries about a lot of things. It would be nice if she doesnât worry about this. So please, stop with all the projections and underhanded remarks, okay? She sees right through you. Just let her live her life.â
A smile forms on your fatherâs face. It was never his intention to put all that pressure on you but he supposes you just accepted that it comes with the territory. But he realizes it shouldnât be. His sonâs right - heâs old. He and your mother worked hard so that you and your brother could have a life where you didnât have to worry about anything, but he supposes the intention got muddled along the way. At least you and Jimin have each other.
âI know you and your sister donât like to admit it but itâs really touching to see how similar you both are,â your father says.
âExcuse me, Iâm cooler and funnier and definitely more talented,â Jimin pouts.Â
âMaybe,â your old man laughs. âBut sheâs sat on that same chair, lecturing me and your mom about letting you live your life and now youâre doing the same. Sheâs your biggest advocate and your biggest protector. Itâs just nice to see how youâre the same for her.â
Running errands with your mother has always been your responsibility, but itâs once youâve hit your late-twenties mark that youâve come to appreciate it.Â
You learn a lot about the practical stuff like insurance and emergency funds and inheritance when you accompany her to the bank. Youâre also reminded that sometimes you have to spend more to make things last when she drops off her clothes at the laundry service and picks up the bag and shoes she had professionally cleaned. You also remember the important things like buying flowers and leaving them on your grandparentsâ graves.Â
Youâve just left the shopping center after she bought your father an anniversary gift, and her excitement over the satchel and perfume she got him has you smiling. You wonder how differently she feels for him 30 years later, and if this life they have together is everything she imagined it to be.
âWas it hard at the beginning? Being married to dad?â You ask.Â
âOf course, dear,â she answers. âBecause itâs how marriages typically go. Your father and I were together for two years before we got married and it was a big change. You just⌠learn to consider another person, and you get used to someone always being around you.â
âItâs a good thing you can stand each other then,â you chuckle.Â
âThatâs true,â she laughs back. âYouâd be surprised to know how many married couples canât. But we just always managed. And we had to be on each otherâs side, you know? Itâs the reason why weâve lasted as long as we have.â
She looks quite emotional as she says the words and itâs probably because of what theyâll be celebrating soon but she turns to you with a smile.
âYour fatherâs parents wanted me to become a housewife, a stay-at-home mom who just ran the household,â she continues. âBut I wanted to work so I could help my parents, and your father stood by my decision. He saw how working gave him financial freedom and he wanted that for me, too. And we just⌠worked hard. We fought a lot at the start because we were building our careers and raising a family but we knew it would all be worth it, as long as we stood by each other.â
âThen I suppose thatâs whatâs important in a partner, isnât it?â You say. âBeing dependable, being supportive, not⌠not what kind of career they have.â
âWell, a stable career helps,â she points out. âI mean, itâs how your father and I got to afford sending you and your brother to good schools. Itâs how we could afford trips as a family and how your father and I can be secure at this age without needing much help from our children.â
âBut thatâs also because you worked hard, plain and simple. And you and dad had each other and overcame whatever challenges you faced together. You canât say the same for all married couples,â you push.Â
âThatâs true. I mean, it wasnât like this during our parentsâ time. I guess people had less options then. The worldâs changed so much, hasnât it?â
âIt has,â you hum. âNot everyone cares much about their partnerâs upward mobility and stuff like that. They want to savor the good life their parents gave them. And because they work hard, too, they just want someone to enjoy it with them. You know, like me.â
Thereâs a beat of silence as your mother processes your words.Â
âIs that why it didnât work out with Namjoon?â She asks, reminding you that youâd only given them a general reason as to why things ended.
âWe spent too much time planning for our future that we kinda lost our way,â you explain. âI guess thatâs when I realized that I wanted someone to enjoy the moments with, regardless of what they do for a living. And weâll never know what life will throw our way and I need someone whoâll stand by me, the way Iâll stand by them. You know, cheesy things like that.â
You smile to yourself as you think about Jungkook and his shameless affection that he shows in so many ways. You enjoy the cheesiness but youâll deny it first before admitting it. But then again, he probably knows already. He pays attention to you after all.Â
âWell, I suppose thatâs why we wanted to give you and your brother a good and secure life, so that you can enjoy it,â your mother hums.
âExactly. You raised us well, mom. Weâre not gonna throw our lives away, however we choose to live it, and with whom,â you assure her.Â
She gives you a warm smile. She takes your hand at the stoplight and caresses it. Perhaps itâs the assurance you need, too.
You return home to your father preparing the meat for tonightâs dinner. Thereâs a platter of steak, vegetables, and sausages that heâs seasoning to grill, and you can imagine how happy this is gonna make Jungkook. He always liked it when your dad prepared dishes like this paired with your momâs spicy chicken soup, and you wish you could enjoy it together.Â
But youâre giving him space to feel what he feels and youâre doing the same, even if all you want to do is apologize. You havenât had an issue quite like this, so things are a little unfamiliar to you. You tried to talk to him last night but he wasnât ready, and youâre unsure when he will be.Â
You head towards the counter and cut up the vegetables for the soup before slicing the fruits. Youâre focused on your task, knowing how sharp the knives are, but itâs at the same time that your brother and Jungkook arrive. Seeing your boyfriend look as good as he does in that denim jacket-over tank top fit is so sinful; itâs a crime youâre not talking that it distracts you, and itâs what causes you to slice through your finger and yelp in pain.
âDid you hurt yourself, dear?â Your mom asks as she stirs the pot.Â
âYeah,â you say, placing your hand under running water.
Youâre about to ask Jimin to get the First Aid kit from the drawer but Jungkook gets to it first, knowing where it is.Â
He knows that your brother, whoâs terrified of blood, wonât help you, and despite your situation, Jungkook canât stand not helping. So he lathers an antiseptic once the bleeding has stopped, then he wraps a band-aid around it. Just like him, you focus your gaze on your finger. Or maybe youâre stuck on the way he tends to you. Or the fact that this is the most physical touch youâve done this past day when you normally canât take your hands off each other.Â
He sighs to himself. If he wasnât so hung up on his hurt feelings, heâd be able to tend to you better. This might not even have happened if heâd just spoken to you last night.Â
But he shakes the thought away. Heâs still upset. But heâll always want to take care of you; thatâs the one thing that wonât ever change.
âThank you,â you mumble, still not meeting his eyes.
âIâll do this,â he says, waiting for you to step aside before he takes your place.Â
âJungkook dear, do you mind helping me with the glazed potatoes after you finish that?â She asks.
âSure thing, auntie,â he replies.Â
You watch him work around the kitchen the way heâs done so many times before, and your heart stings at the sight because you want to be doing this with him, with your parents, in your family kitchen. But itâs not like you could talk to him right now, not when you donât know how to say what you want to say. So you head outside to where your dad is grilling the meat and help him instead.Â
Itâs not long after when dinner is ready, and youâre seated across Jungkook again. Itâs a little tense when you look at him when he looks away, but Jimin thankfully finds a way to keep the conversation light and focused on him.
Your parents insist that both men donât need to help clean up, and Jimin asks you if youâre really not going.
âYeah Iâll just⌠stay home, make sure mom and dad are packed well and just get everything in order for tomorrow,â you say, half lying.Â
âGee, you make me look like a useless child,â Jimin pouts.
âYouâre alright,â you hum. âYou can drive them to the airport tomorrow.â
âBut mom asked Jungkook to do that.â
âWell then you could just⌠make them a card or something,â you shrug.Â
Your brother sticks his tongue at you and you do the same.Â
âFine, weâll head out,â he announces.
âYou guys have fun,â you say softly, glancing at Jungkook before walking towards the sink to do your duty.Â
You turn to your brother. âCall me if you need me to pick you up. No driving drunk, okay?â
He salutes you in response then heads out after Jungkook.
Itâs uneventful after that. You help your parents with last minute packing then have a long shower. You lie on your bed and mindlessly watch some movie on your laptop hoping that youâll fall asleep soon, and that when you wake up, youâll find the strength to go to Jungkook and tell him that youâre sorry and that you donât want to go another day without him.Â
âHey, Jungkook. Dance with me.â
Jungkook looks up to find Hari and gives the same answer heâs given the last two times.
âSorry, Iâm injured,â he says.Â
She raises her eyebrow as if she doesnât believe him and he canât blame her; he doesnât exactly know how to act like it.
âOh, Jimin. There you are,â she chirps as the said man approaches the table. âDance with me.â
âSorry, I'm injured.â
âGreat. Itâs my birthday and I spot two hot guys in this party without girls around them and theyâre fake injured,â she scowls. âWhatâs up with you two?â
âIâm not in the mood,â Jungkook shrugs.
âIâm babysitting,â Jimin says, gesturing at his friend. âBut Mingyu and Eunwoo are right there. Go tell them to dance with you.â
âFine. Iâll get in line then,â she rolls her eyes then walks away.
âHow come no one believes me when I say Iâm injured?â Jungkook asks as he munches on the fried chicken wings his best friend got.
âBecause youâre a terrible actor. People believe me because Iâm believable,â Jimin hums.
âThey believe you because you posted all over social media that you hurt your ankle,â Jungkook corrects.Â
âYeah but that was like, half a year ago.â
âWhy are you even pretending youâre injured? You donât have to stay with me, you know? Go to the dance floor and have fun. Thatâs your thing.â
âWell, maybe Iâm also not in the mood because my best friendâs sulking,â Jimin frowns.Â
âGee, I wonder why.â
âYou know my sisterâs sorry, right?â
âSheâs ashamed, thatâs what she is. And Iâm just supposed to live with that.â
Jimin sighs as he watches his best friend mindlessly stare out onto the dance floor. Jungkookâs probably trying to rid himself of the image of both of you dancing and kissing and having fun if you were here. He could be making sense of what he feels, or his mind could also just be completely blank right now.
But what Jimin knows is that another glass of whiskey is something that Jungkook shouldnât be having, so he stops his best friend from ordering another one.
âYou might get drunk and then youâll call or go see her and then youâll say things youâll regret and then youâll hurt her and youâll get even more hurt and youâll have a harder time fixing things and then it just wonât stop and youâll feel stupid because youâre not talking over something you could easily fix,â Jimin heaves.Â
Itâs a lot to process but Jungkook knows that Jiminâs right. Heâll just get too emotional and wonât be able to control himself and despite what he feels, hurting you is the last thing he wants.
So he orders water instead, finishes it, then heads for the door.
âI donât wanna be here anymore,â he says. âI need to get some air.â
They end up at a park, the one that you used to hang at with your friends in high school. Jungkook knows because he always accompanied Jimin there when youâd tell him where to meet you. Itâs peaceful at this time of night and much more beautiful, too. Itâs no surprise he keeps thinking that youâre right next to him, with your head on his chest and laughing at his jokes.Â
âWhy is this affecting me so much?â He wonders out loud. âWhy am I so hurt and so stubborn?â
âBecause she said something she shouldnât have. But also because you put her on a pedestal,â Jimin answers. âShe made a mistake, and youâre free to fault her for it. I mean, anytime someone we care about hurts us, it sucks like hell. But you also have to think that maybe itâs affecting you as much as it does because sheâs always been faultless in your eyes and she isnât.â
The reality is a slap on the face, but one that Jungkook thinks he needs to have. You were everything he ever wanted and these past three months have been a bliss. But now that reality hits and you have to face the pressure thatâs part of your life, your humanness is showing. And thatâs what heâs always liked about you, isnât it? The imperfections and the flaws? Now that those are affecting him, itâs affecting him hard, and heâs having a hard time getting over it.
âMaybe once you accept that sheâs human and not just the dream youâve had since forever, then youâll realize that things like that happen but she never means to hurt you,â Jimin adds. âYou canât think that she does. You learn to work it out by facing it, Kook. You have to talk about it. You have to tell her it hurts and you have to listen to what she says, and then you forgive. Thatâs kind of how grownup relationships go.â
âGuess Iâve never had one before, huh?â
âMaybe they just didnât mean enough to hurt you.â
âThis means everything, then,â Jungkook sighs, as things get clearer in his mind. âBecause I think what hurts more now is not being next to her.â
âGreat! Then can both of you patch things up now?â Jimin beams, feeling hopeful. âI hate seeing both of you sad and so stupid. Plus, my parents are leaving tomorrow and you wonât have a buffer anymore. So please just talk.â
Jungkook admits feeling touched. He knows at the end of the day, Jimin cares about him and you more than anyone, and he probably misses being around both of you at the same time. Jungkook does, too, but he misses you the most and itâs only been a day.
âTomorrow,â he says. âI donât know what to tell her and itâs late. She might be asleep andââ
âNow youâre just making excuses,â Jimin crosses his arms.
âWell, what if I expect her to be the one to talk to me?â
âShe tried but you didnât want to, remember?â
âThat was last night. The wound was still fresh,â Jungkook pouts.Â
âOh god. I feel like Iâm dealing with children,â Jimin groans.
âImagine how we felt taking care of you,â Jungkook answers back.
âAt least I was just one person,â Jimin rolls his eyes.Â
âYour dramatics were equivalent to two people though.â
Both men bicker as they walk back to the car. It started to drizzle so they decided to go back to their respective homes. Jungkook could stay over at your place and maybe talk to you if he really wants to but heâs seriously just chickening out over it.Â
Heâs never had to make up with you because none of your previous arguments ever led to you not talking to each other, or him pushing you away. Heâs never had to spend a day ignoring you. And now, thereâs so much to say and so much to feel but he doesnât know how to approach it. Heâll need tonight to sort himself out and then heâll speak to you, maybe after he drives your parents to the airport. Or maybe on the way back.Â
He drops Jimin off; 30 seconds later, heâs home, too. Youâre so close but so far away just like you used to be. But at least this time he knows that when the next day comes, heâll have a chance to just pull you close and tell you he doesnât want to be like this ever again.
Thereâs an incessant knocking on your door, and as youâre about to yell out that youâre asleep, you realize it might be Jungkook. You sit up on your bed and when the door opens and you see your brother instead, your face falls.
âItâs just me, unfortunately,â he says. âKookâs back at his place.â
âOh,â you sigh. âWhy are you home so early? Itâs like, 11.â
âBecause after the third girl, his fake injury excuse wore off and people just didnât believe him. We looked like losers sitting on the table eating chicken,â Jimin chuckles. âSo we left after an hour then went to a park and I knocked some sense into him and now heâs not so upset anymore. And Iâm here to knock some sense into you, too.â
âI already know I made a mistake, Chim. Iâm⌠Iâm so fucking stupid. I just⌠donât want him to think that Iâm ashamed of him or that I donât think heâs enough or any of that. I mean Iâmââ
âCrazy about him, right?â
âI kinda am,â you smile softly.
âGood, because so is he and heâs hoping youâd go talk to him even if he says heâll talk to you tomorrow. Donât waste time anymore andââ
Youâre bolting off your bed and putting on your hoodie before your brother could finish his sentence.Â
âIf mom and dad look for me, tell them Iââ
âGot attacked by a clown in the sewer.â
You look at him incredulously then realize youâre wearing yellow then you frown.Â
âJust make up some excuse. Iâll⌠hopefully be back in the morning,â you say.
âAlright. Itâs drizzling though soââ
And just like that, youâre gone.
It takes all but 10 seconds for the rain to pour, and your hoodie and sweatpants are no match for it. You groan at your brother for underselling the weather but then again, you also should be thanking him for telling you what you needed to hear - that Jungkookâs not so upset anymore and that heâs hoping youâd speak to him.Â
Much as you think you wouldâve taken any chance today to patch things up, you also wouldâve frozen in front of him. You suppose you needed to know he was ready for you, and if he wouldnât tell you, then of course, Jimin would. You just really wish he had the foresight to know it would rain this hard but youâre probably asking for too much.Â
But Jungkookâs place is just a few blocks from yours so you power through. When you get there, you realize that you forgot your phone, so you make the stupid decision of climbing over the short fence and then hitting your cut finger in the process.Â
You have no time to feel pain though, as the next order of business is getting Jungkookâs attention. But before you can execute your plan of throwing rocks on his window, the front door opens, and you telepathically thank your brother who probably called your boyfriend to alert him that youâll be arriving at his place wet from the rain.
â___, what are you doing here?â Jungkook asks with worry painted on his face.Â
âI just⌠I needed to come and see you,â you manage to answer.
His face softens and you feel the hope bloom in your chest. He pulls you inside by the wrist and instructs you to quietly go up the stairs. Youâre at least not drenched but you still got wet, so he leads you to the bathroom to wash up. He tells you to wait as he gets you something to change in, and he returns after half a minute with a towel and a large shirt.
âCream and band-aid, for your wound,â he says, placing them on the counter. âMy roomâs the second door to the right, in case you forgot.â
You take him in, in his black tank top and shorts, his tongue playing with his lip ring the way he always does when heâs nervous. You manage to nod before he heads out, and you take a quick shower and then pull his oversized shirt over you.Â
You quietly walk to his room, knocking on the door first before opening it slowly. Itâs a bit dim but seeing him is all you need. After placing your clothes on the nearby chair, you look at him again.Â
He looks tired and worried. He also looks like he has so much to say but he doesnât know where to start. Thereâs a hint of sadness in his eyes but thereâs longing, too, and you suppose heâs mirroring how you look. You feel a lot. You also want to say a lot, but you donât know where or how to start.Â
So you do the one thing you know often works. You approach him then wrap your arms around his torso. You fall into his embrace as quickly as he falls into yours, as he seems to have the same idea. You hold him tighter and pull him closer. You flush your cheeks on his chest while he buries his face on your neck. You grip his top and he does the same with yours. Your heart beats fast in longing and you feel his own do the same, too.Â
Thereâs so much to feel and say but this is all you can do. And right now, itâs quite enough.Â
You loosen your grip, but only so you could nuzzle his neck while your arms wrap around them. He feels so warm and he smells so delicate and heâs all you need.
âYou knew I was coming?â You ask, turning to him
âJimin said you were on your way without an umbrella and your phone,â Jungkook chuckles. But his face softens as he wipes the lone tear that falls down your cheek. âYouâre lucky it wasnât a typhoon or anything.â
âI had to get to you,â you mumble.Â
âHe also told me he wasnât subtle in telling you to come here.â
âWell, he did say you wanted me to talk to you. And I wanted to. I just wasnât sure if you were ready to hear me out and I was⌠giving you space.â
âYeah well, I donât know what to do with that space without you there,â he sighs, his eyes shy and absolutely adorable.
âNeither do I,â you smile. âSo, uh. Will you invite me to your bed, maybe fill that space and more?â
âOf course,â he laughs, taking your hand and leading you there.Â
You get under the covers and once he lies next to you, you scoot closer, hugging him again until youâre laying on top of him. But he doesnât complain. He just hugs you back tightly, pulling you closer until heâs able to bask in your scent and the warm feel of you.
But despite the relief, you know you actually have to do the talking. You pull away and lay on your side. You take in his beauty and his softness and the way they make you feel like all is right again in the world. Your fingers trace his face, from his nose to his cheek to his lips, and he does the boyfriend thing of kissing your hand - including your cut finger - before wrapping it around his waist. He looks like heâs anticipating your words, too, so you try and hope theyâre enough.
âKook, Iâm so sorry,â you start. âI⌠I have no excuse. I was being selfish and cowardly because I didnât know how to tell my parents. I didnât want to deal with what theyâll say about your job, knowing how they are and what they value and I justâŚâ
âThatâs for me to deal with though,â he says. âBecause I chose this. And Iâve always known how they are but I still chose you.â
âItâs for us to deal with, and I did it so terribly,â you shake your head. âI donât want you to think that Iâm ashamed of you and what you do. That freedom, the ability to create⌠theyâre things they donât really understand. And I thought I knew how to make them. I just ended up denying us and that was so wrong. Iâm so sorry.â
âI⌠I get it,â he responds, caressing your cheek now. âThey worked so hard to give you this life and of course they want to make sure youâre taken care of. And for them, they only know of one way that could happen. Iâd be naive to think theyâll just accept that the man whoâs crazy about their daughter isnât some corporate dude with secure employment and upward mobility in his career.â
He doesnât miss your shy smile and the way you nibble your lip and that just triggers the butterflies in his belly.Â
âBut thatâs for me to show them that I can take care of you, and not because you canât do it yourself but because I want to,â he adds. âI⌠I wanna be that person who makes things better and easier for you and who makes you happy.â
And who makes you feel loved, he doesnât say. Thatâs a conversation for another day, he thinks.
âYou do,â you assure him. âAnd I feel it everyday. Youâre good at that, and I donât tell you enough.â
âI know now,â he smiles, leaning closer to kiss you softly.Â
You return it but pull away. âDo you forgive me?â
âOf course I do,â he says, falling into the kiss that he gives again.
âOkay. I donât wanna hurt you like that ever again.â
Your pouty face tugs his heart and he wants to tell you that none of that matters now because youâre back in each otherâs arms, and thatâll always be enough for him.Â
He just hums as he goes for another kiss thatâs deeper this time. And when you let him push you to lay on your back as you moan against his lips, his heart soars even more. Heâs missed you, and itâs definitely going to be a long night.
He hovers over you now, and he shivers when your fingers graze his neck and then his chest. You open your legs to meet his hips, and the feel of your clothed cunt against him has his brain short-circuiting. He gets in the rhythm of grinding against you while he kisses your lips then your jaw then your neck, his hand now sneaking under your shirt to fondle your breast.
Itâs when he sucks on that sensitive part near your ear that you yelp in pleasure, and he immediately covers your mouth with his hand while he giggles.
âGotta keep it down babe,â he whispers. âMy parents are in the other room.â
But he doesnât stop his kissing and you donât really want him to.
âItâs not like youâre making it any easier,â you moan as he pinches your pert nipple.
âIâm not and I wonât, but you gotta try,â he smirks before his lips trail downward.
Youâre unable to say anything once his tongue swirls around your buds. His hands wrap around your breasts that he praises, that he kisses and licks before slowly letting them go to hold onto your waist this time. He presses open-mouth kisses down your torso, his lips in tandem with your underwear thatâs teasingly being removed off of you.Â
You hear him let out a breathy moan as he spreads your legs wider.Â
And while you know that this tender-hearted man has a cheeky streak in him, you didnât expect for him to have his finger against his lips to shush you, knowing what heâs about to do. His smug face turns you on even more, and your breath is caught in your throat once you feel his tongue flat against your flesh, warming it up before the tip of his wet muscle swirls around your nub.
But you go along with his request, biting back your moan, even as your pussy chases his mouth for more.Â
And itâs what he gives, as he dives in and sucks and bites your clit while his two fingers explore your hole. The cold of his lip ring is a contrast to how hot you feel, and itâs a sensation you can never get enough of. You whimper in silence but you manage to look at him, his eyes closed as he buries his face in your cunt.Â
âLook at me,â you whisper and he follows, his gaze meeting yours. âFuu-uuck, Kook. You feel so good,â your voice quivers.
His mouthâs full but yours is hanging open. You cover yours with your free hand while the other pulls on his long locks. Heâs enjoying this so much, you can tell with the way he squeezes your thighs and moans against your skin. He follows a pace that has your body shaking, straining in intense pleasure until it gives in. You let out a low scream as your orgasm hits, and heâs right there, riding out your high with you.
He cleans you up with his tongue and then makes a show of licking your essence off his fingers before kissing you again.
âYou did good,â he teases, as he caresses your cheek.
Youâre about to say that so did he when bucks his hip against yours, and the feel of his hard cock against your still wet cunt ignites another fire in you. He repeats it, and itâs what has you moaning again.
âFuck baby, I told you to keep it down,â he says, continuing his movements.
You know you canât help it at this point, not when heâs back to licking your neck and kneading your breast.
âWhatever. Not like this isnât new to your parents or anything,â you say.Â
Itâs a guess but you doubt youâre wrong.
âWhat? Fucking a girl in my room?âÂ
âYeah?â
âBut youâre the first girl I ever brought in here,â he cocks an eyebrow.Â
âThatâs uh, thatâs kinda sweet,â you reply, your breath steadying now.Â
âYeah and well, who gets to say they fucked their childhod crush in their childhood bedroom?â He smirks again. âI can.â
Heâs back to kissing you and much as you enjoy this, the itch to feel him in your mouth overtakes you, and you take the chance when he trails down your neck.
âSo, can this childhood crush suck your dick?âÂ
âYes, she can,â he chuckles.
He removes himself from you and leans against his bed frame. You get on your knees and pull off his boxers, salivating at the sight before you. You get on top of him, your damp lips gliding against his hard cock and his mouth drops open, an invitation for you to do what you wish.
With your movements on his hips, you focus on his neck, licking up the smooth flesh and the protruding vein that has him biting back his moan. Then you kiss him, desperately and passionately, as you slowly remove his tank top and rest your hands on his chest.
Itâs your turn to trail kisses down his torso now and you give every inch of him ample attention. But when you make it further down, thereâs one part of him that deserves so much more. You tease him only a little, stroking his length and kitten-licking his slit, before swallowing him whole and swirling your tongue around and all over his cock. Heâs hard and thick and everything you want inside of you.
You hold back a gag while he holds back his whimpers. You stroke him relentlessly so you could watch his mouth hang open and his strained body almost folding in pleasure as his thighs tighten in your hold.Â
âYou like that, baby?â You hum.
âFuck, baby, you feel so good around me. Fuck,â he keens, his voice quivering now.Â
You let his sounds guide you on how hard and how deep to go, but heâs the one who stops you, as he leans close and captures your lips in a searing kiss. He pulls you back on top of him to slide down his cock and the stretch makes you moan in his mouth.Â
Heâs propped up on his arms for support while you move up and down, loving how he drags inside you in an angle that has your mind going hazy. You wrap your arms around his neck while he pushes upward to meet you, and somehow doing this while trying to be quiet is making the pleasure more intense.
It gets too much for Jungkook and he wants more. He wants to hit your deepest spots. He wants to be as close to you as he possibly can. He wants to swallow your moans and touch every part of your body and pleasure you in every way that heâs able.Â
So he pulls you off and lays you on your side, sliding back in from behind, with your one leg raised. The angle has you keening, even more when his one hand finds your breast and the other does its work on your clit. He pushes gently then roughly, no longer caring about the odd sounds the bed is making against his wall. He wouldnât mind making up a reason to his parents if they ask him about it. Right now, all he wants is to reach his peak with you.Â
Your body is shaking in pleasure and overstimulation but you urge him, wanting to feel his seed inside you as well.
You lick his mouth. âBaby please, I want to feel your cum inside me,â you beg. âI want you so bad, fuck fuck.â
He loves it when you plead to him like this. He loves hearing what he does to you. He revels in the way your body molds into his, the way it aches to be close and to be one with him. His movements continue, and with his unrhythmic pounding against your pussy, he comes. You come right after, caused by his intense fiddling of your clit, and you feel like floating, your body in the clouds of pure pleasure.
But like always, heâs there with you, making sure you safely fall into a bed of hugs and kisses and warmth. He stays inside you as he softens, but his arms wrap around you, his face in your neck as he mumbles words of praise.Â
âFifteen-year-old me would never believe this,â he heaves as he turns you over to face him.
You giggle in response.Â
âYouâre crazy, you know that?â
âI do. Itâs how I am with you. In the best way, of course,â he smiles his boyish smile, an interesting mix of innocent and cheeky.
âItâs the same with me,â you whisper, kissing his nose. âAnd 18-year-old me would never believe this.â
You wake up the next morning to the alarm that you set on Jungkookâs phone. Your parents are leaving early in the afternoon and they wanted to prepare breakfast for all of you, and itâs a meal with them that youâre excited and a little nervous to have.Â
You kiss the chest that your face is flushed against, and this elicits a groan from the man next to you.Â
âGood morning, babe,â you greet, shifting up to kiss his nose this time.Â
âGâmorning,â he grunts.
âSo, uh, weâre supposed to meet my parents for breakfast. And uh, Iâm going to tell them about us.â
Itâs what prompts him to finally open his eyes, and the softness in them makes your heart burst.Â
âOkay,â he smiles. âI hope it wonât ruin their trip or anything.â
âIt wonât,â you assure him. âI⌠I tried to get through to my mom yesterday. You know, just telling her the things I value and stuff.â
âHmm. Jimin did the same with your dad. I guess I wonât be such a disappointment now, huh?â
âShush, youâre not even that,â you pout. âI think theyâll understand.â
He mirrors your smile and thereâs a giddy feeling at finally - hopefully - seeing your parents be happy for you. So you get off the bed and sneak out of Jungkookâs bedroom to go to the bathroom.Â
You wash up quickly, only to make it to the hallway and find his parents standing there, wide-eyed as they look at you in surprise. You realize youâre only wearing Jungkookâs shirt that falls just above your knees and you try to cover whatever you can with your hands.
âHi, uncle. Hi, auntie,â you shyly smile. âThis, uh, this isnât how I wanted to meet you.â
âWell, we donât really mind,â Jungkookâs mother smiles. âWeâre just glad youâre here. Itâs been a while since weâve seen you.â
âI know. I, uh, I wasnât dating your son yet the last time I was here.â
âAnd that calls for a celebration, doesnât it?â She giggles. âThat boy has had a crush on you since forever. Itâs funny he never believed that we knew. He wasnât exactly subtle.â
âItâs not the first time Iâve heard that,â you laugh back.
You hear a door open and before you know it, large arms are wrapping around your waist and a mop of hair tickles your cheek. Jungkook grunts against your neck as he says that heâs finally awake, and you cringe at his parentsâ amused faces.
âKook, your parents are in front of us. This is so embarrassing.â
âNah, they donât mind. Theyâre cool,â he says.
âYeah, and my parents arenât,â you sigh.
âSo, Iâm guessing your parents donât know yet?â His father asks.
Your pout prompts him to explain. âWell, the day after you got together, our lovesick son here told our family about both of you. But he said that you haven't told your parents yet so weâve kept it from them ever since. Itâs hard since we see them all the time but we managed.â
âKook also told us about what happened,â his mother asks. âHe was grumpy all day yesterday and we got him to tell us why he was so upset.â
âIâm sorry,â you pout again. âThat wasnât my finest moment.â
You feel Jungkookâs hold on you tighten, his way of telling you itâs all okay.
âItâs alright, darling,â she smiles. âWe know how your parents are, and their reasons come from a good place. We tried to make this boy here understand them and you as well. Firstborns carry immense pressure to meet expectations; he just doesnât get it because heâs the youngest. But it seems that itâs worked out with both of you, and weâre glad it did.â
âHe couldnât resist me,â you shrug, to his parentsâ amusement.Â
âUh, youâre the one who walked through the rain to come see me,â he reminds you, his head popping out of your neck now.Â
âYou wanted me to.â
He tickles you in response and youâre all laughing in no time. Itâs a different dynamic with his parents, as Jungkook always had a very close relationship with them. You saw it as a teenager and now, you get to be part of it, too.
They finally let you go and ask you to have dinner with them tomorrow, and thatâs one meal that youâre definitely excited to have.Â
You push Jungkook towards the bathroom and then return to his room to dress up. Itâs shortly after when youâre both walking the few blocks to your house, fingers interlocked as you give each other comfort.
You make it home and once you unlock the door, you can already hear laughter and clanking pots from the kitchen. You head there, meet Jiminâs smug face, and clear your throat to announce your presence.
âOh, there you are. We were wondering where you were,â your mother says. âAnd hi, Jungkook.â
He greets your parents and from behind you, you take his hand again.Â
âI went for a walk⌠with Jungkook.â
He clears his throat and you backtrack.
âI mean, I, uh, was at his place. Thatâs where I slept.â
âOh?â Your parents say at the same time, their eyes looking at you in confusion.
âHeâs kinda my boyfriend.â
âKinda? Babe, I think Iâm more than âkindaâ your boyfriend,â he exclaims.Â
Your parents look shocked and next to them, Jimin is laughing in his seat.
âI mean, he is my legit, actual boyfriend,â you correct. âThe new thing in my life that I denied is actually him. And the person who stands by me, who makes me enjoy the moments? Thatâs him, too.â
Their faces soften, and somehow thatâs the comfort you need. Perhaps all the talking that you and your brother have done has gotten into them. You wouldnât be surprised if they talked about it, too.
âWhy didnât you tell us, then?â Your mother asks.
âBecause heâs not what you expected,â you sigh. âAnd I didnât know how youâd take it.â
âWell, he is your brotherâs best friend,â she points out.Â
âWhoâs had a crush on me since he was a teenager,â you explain.
âThatâs⌠not surprising,â your father laughs. âWe could tell.â
âOh my god, Kook. You are not subtle,â you elbow him. You turn back at them. âBut I⌠I didnât know how to tell you because you expect me to have a partner whoâs part of your world, you know? And Jungkook likes his freedom. He likes his art and⌠he really likes me. And I happen to really like him, too.â
âHe treats you well? Makes you happy? Heâs someone you can depend on when things get tough?â Your father asks.Â
He smiles tenderly at you and you feel like crying.
âYes, very much,â you nod.
âThen I think heâs everything we need him to be. A good partner, Iâd say.â
You let out a sigh of relief. This is all you needed to hear.
âWeâre sorry if you felt like you couldnât be honest with us,â your mother shakes her head. âI guess we just needed some reminding of what we want for you and your brother. And well, Jungkookâs shown us his heart all these years. Heâs always been a part of the family and heâll be even more.â
Theyâre words that Jungkook didnât expect would get him emotional, and he hugs you from behind just to steady himself. But itâs what makes your mother walk towards him for a hug, and your father surprisingly does the same.Â
âAlright, I guess itâs fitting to have this family breakfast together,â your mother says.
You all take your seats at the dining table, with yours being next to Jungkook now.
Jimin cheekily smiles. âWell, if this whole dance thing doesnât work out, I guess I can just be a counselor or family therapist or something.â
âJust donât call your clients âstupid,ââ you roll your eyes.
âI wonât. Thatâs only reserved for you.â
And just like that, everything is as it should be.
You get through breakfast with lots of laughter, as you and Jungkook tell your own versions of the story while Jimin butts in to tell his own. Itâs heartwarming to see your parents this way, especially when they tease your boyfriend about his crush on you growing up.Â
But even they admit that theyâve depended on him all these years, too, and that they donât doubt his loyalty and commitment to you.Â
You share a tense moment with him after you all drop your parents to the airport, though. Jungkook has just unloaded all their things and as they hug you goodbye, your father teases.
âJust donât welcome us home and tell us we're grandparents already.â
Jungkook dry laughs and so do you. Thatâs another topic for another day, you suppose, and while youâre still unsure of having a family, you just know itâs something youâll both talk about.
You all get home soon after to wash up. Jungkookâs excited about how youâll spend the day now that youâre both talking again, and you suggest hanging by the beach and then going out for dinner.Â
Jimin says heâll stay home to let you two make up for the past two days and so he could have that online date with Taehyung, and you agree.
You and Jungkook end up having a really good day.Â
You go to a mall and walk around. He gets you a pair of stud earrings to commemorate the day you went official to your parents and you buy him a silver chain necklace for the same silly reason, but also because he looks really good in one and you want him to have more. It pairs real nicely with the shirt and joggers casual outfit heâs been sporting these past days, and the teasing look he makes after he puts it on reminds you of that one time his necklace was dangling on your face when he was pounding into you on your couch.
You get fruit drinks and snacks at the stalls you both used to buy from as teenagers, then you head to the beach where you lounge until sunset. You wade in the water, splash each other, and then make out when thereâs no one around.Â
You feel so free and light, so young and hopeful. These are the moments you love having with him, the ones you like to enjoy and savor and have more of. And you know youâll have them for the rest of this trip and when you get back to Seoul.Â
Jimin joins you for dinner at a burger place, then you all buy cup noodles and beer and head to your favorite park. Itâs just like how most of your nights together go, just in the outdoors. You and your brother bicker and Jungkook referees; thereâs also the occasional âyouâre so cheesyâ comment from you to your boyfriend and Jiminâs gagging sound.Â
You confirm plans for the rest of the trip. Your parents will be enjoying Hawaii for close to two weeks, and you have all that time to rest and spend time with your two favorite people. Youâll be off work. Jungkook has some projects to finalize while you do your own thing, and Jimin will be watching dance shows to get him inspired.Â
But there are more beaches and parks and villages to visit. Thereâs also that two-night stay at a resort youâll be having. There are other sites and restaurants to go to, and youâll be reliving your teenage years together while making new memories.
Youâre now back at home, snug in Jungkookâs arms as he leans against the bed frame in your room, with you in between his legs.Â
âToday was a really good day,â you say, turning to him after he kisses your cheek.
âToday was amazing,â he hums.
He smiles as he replays the scenes of you shopping for each other, frolicking on the beach, and walking around your favorite spots. Theyâre all so simple and things youâve done before but today felt so much more. There was a look in your eyes that held such tenderness and care for him. You held his hand as if you didnât want to ever let go, as if you didnât want him to.
âI really like you, Kook,â you mumble, almost like a confession, as if itâs not known. âI donât know how else to say it.â
His eyes soften, as does his smile that heâs had on pretty much the whole day. But he just looks at you, and though you know he feels the same way, you want to hear him verbalize it again.
âHey, say it back,â you nudge him.Â
âI love you though,â he says after a beat of silence.
Youâre now the one who looks at him, unable to say a word.Â
âAre you that surprised?â He looks back at you nervously, nibbling his lip ring. âI mean, I think itâs quite obvious, just like everything I feel about you is.â
âKook, IâŚâ you try, but you donât exactly know how to respond.Â
You donât doubt his feelings but somehow you canât help but think that maybe right now, he loves the idea of you and not you, and thereâs a difference.
âI think I always have but I guess I didnât realize just how much until this whole thing happened,â he continues, wanting you to understand what he feels. âI asked Jimin why it was affecting me so much and he said itâs because I put you on a pedestal. You were this dream Iâve had for so long that I admired from a distance and now I get to be with you and youâre⌠human, not some flawless being who doesnât make mistakes. So when you hurt me, I faltered. Thatâs on me, too. Because I⌠I expected too much. And Iâm sorry.â
His focus is on his hands that are playing with yours before he turns to you again.
âI realized that I wanted so badly for you to want me, thatâs why it hurt. I wanted to be that person you cared for and trusted and needed because youâre all that for me. And when I saw you at my door last night, nothing else mattered but you,â he continues.Â
âWhatever misunderstanding or mistake or disagreement, I learned to accept them and I just wanted you, in my arms, so I could show you that youâre all I need. Iâve dreamt of you for so long and this version of you is more than I couldâve imagined. And I just⌠I love you, okay? It doesnât matter how you feel. I just need you to know that I do, and I donât think Iâll stop.â
Your heart is about to burst, and all you could do is cup his face in your hands and kiss him, hard and deep until you run out of air. You kiss him eagerly because youâre desperate for his touch. You kiss him passionately because there are things you feel that you canât put into words yet, and this is how you tell him.Â
Heâs quick to follow your pace, wrapping his arms around your waist as he helps you sit on his lap. Your fingers comb through his hair and grip his top and pull him closer, all while you grind against him and moan in his mouth.Â
But when he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek, you go tender.Â
âI love you so much,â he whispers against your lips, and all you feel is the warmth of his touch and how itâs all the comfort and security and stability that you need.
You slowly pull away and graze your nose against his. You donât say anything else and he doesnât expect you to. But you kiss his cheek and hug him, and you hear him sigh in relief.
He pulls away and cheekily smiles.Â
âYou know, thereâs a song for this.â
âAâwhat?â You laugh.
âA song.â
He pulls away from you then stands from the bed. âLet me get it from Jiminâs room.â
You stare at him questioningly because you really didnât think he could surprise you even more. He returns with one of his burned CDs and you ask him if he has a sex playlist or something.Â
âI used to daydream about you to this,â he says, as he puts it in the CD player that your parents got you for your 17th birthday. âI listened to it after that very kiss we had and, well, weâre back home rehashing so many memories and I kinda just want to fulfill another fantasy of mine.â
He plays the song and the first notes get you all giddy and excited and nostalgic and very much turned on.Â
âThis was my favorite song,â you say, as you signal him to come closer.
âI know. You played it all the time, I could hear it from the other room.â
You giggle, and itâs a sound he wants to listen to forever.Â
âSo, whatâs this fantasy of yours?â You ask, as you take your shirt off.
He licks his lips at the breathtaking sight of you, but he softens at the fairy tattoo on your shoulder, the one he customized and that you love showing off.
âJust⌠make love to you while this plays in the background,â he manages to say.Â
Your face softens, too, and itâs a sight he also wants to see everyday of his life.
âIâm all yours, Kook. Do whatever you please.â
Itâs a week later when you tell him.Â
Youâd just gotten back from that short trip to a resort that had you relaxed and stuffed with food. You video called with your parents during their sunset cruise and your father once again teased about not being grandparents yet and just like the first time, you brushed it off.Â
Youâre lying on Jungkookâs chest as you laugh about Jiminâs terrible bowling skills. And in the silence, he asks, âdoes it bother you that your parents expect you to have kids?â
You knew heâd picked up on it the first time, but itâs just now that heâs bringing it up.
âA little. I try not to think about it though,â you sigh. âItâs another one of those expectations, you know? But I guess itâs a harder thing to talk to them about, that I donât know if I want kids.â
He just hums and combs your hair with his fingers.
âDoes it bother you?â You ask, suddenly feeling nervous. You know enough this is a make-or-break for many people.Â
âNot really,â he says. âItâs not easy to raise a child, much less carry one, and thatâs something I canât do for you. But I guess, it doesnât matter. We can have kids. Or not. We can have a dog or a pet tortoise or a fish, really. When I think of a future, all I see is you. The rest is just a bonus.â
He speaks of your future with such certainty. Heâs always talked about enjoying the moments but the one version of a future he wants is the one where youâre with him.Â
âI just want you to know that whatever youâre worried about, share it with me. I donât want you to worry about me. We do this together. We figure it out together,â he adds.Â
And just like that, the fears and pressure you feel slowly dissipate. Heâs the only version of the future you want. Everything else is just a bonus.Â
You turn to him with a kiss on his cheek.Â
âI love you, Kook. I donât want anyone else to love me, and I donât want to love anybody else,â you whisper like a plea, just like a promise.Â
âIâm not loving anybody else,â he kisses you.Â
And itâs his own promise he makes.
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we canât be friends.
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a little fake dating situation in which eddie must pretend to be your boyfriend to keep up pretences, but then feelings start to become hazy and now heâs not sure if you could ever be just friends again.
a/n: iâm reading this back and actually not liking it as much as i first did hahahaah but i hope you enjoy!! i just wanted to reiterate my hate for the duffers and the fact that they didnât give him any other t-shirt other than that dang hellfire one>:(
18+. mdni. smut. mentions of bad parent/s. modern au i guess but itâs hardly mentioned. no use of y/n!
eddie wasnât expecting to walk in to you so stressed.
it was the usual thursday movie night but youâd answered the door with a green complexion and the look of a deer in headlights.
âwhatâs wrong?â he perplexes, shutting the door behind him as you continue to pace the living room floor.
you sigh, blinking at him as you stop for a few seconds. youâre contemplating something, sizing him up with your eyes narrowed. it makes him a little unsettled if heâs honest.
ânext week, are you free?â
âwhat?â wondering what the hell that had to do with your nervous exterior.
âare you free?â you press.
âuh.. probably, why?â not an inch of sense in your words.
âyou wanna come on vacation with me? i mean- itâs not so much a vacation but a family reunion, but can you come?â chewing on your fingernail.
âwhen? what? why?â rattling through all of his questions all at once.
you sigh again, frustrated with his lack of understanding, âfamily reunion, i canât do it alone eds..â your hands cycle around the air, âjosh was supposed to come with me but obviously.. thatâs not happening so can you come?â
eddieâs face finally un-scrunches. it all made sense now.
youâd spoken enough about your crazy parents and subsequently just why youâd moved halfway across the country to get away from them to understand why you didnât want to go on your own.
heâd also been elated when youâd told him that you and josh had broken up. eddie had never liked him, in fact, if were given the chance, he thinks heâd punch him square in the face.
that hadnât really helped you of course, so he kept it mostly to himself. but if the opportunity were ever to arise, heâd do it. no shame.
âoh, shit, why didnât you just ask me in the first place?â he laughs, rolling in his eyes in jest as he collapses on the couch.
âiâve asked everyone.. and i mean, everyone and they couldnât, i was scared!â your body relaxes, coming to join him on the couch.
âoh thanks,â eddie scoffs, âso i was the last resort?â
âno,â you prod him in the side, âi didnât think youâd wanna come, thatâs all.â
âyeah right,â chuckling as you hand him a beer, âi donât mind, iâll suffer for you,â popping the lid off and taking a swig.
âthank you,â you exhale, leaning back against the couch, âreally. it means a lot.â
âso what are we doing? skiing? sightseeing?â eddie probes, making himself comfortable.
you scoff, âoh no, itâs at my auntâs beach house in illinois.. itâs big enough for you to have your own room and shit, youâll just have to pretend to like craft beer and talk baseball with my dad.â
eddieâs head hits the back of the couch, groaning loudly, âbaseball? man, i dunno if i can make it anymore.â
you throw him the dirtiest glare, âyouâre not funny.â
despite your words, he falls into a fit of laughter truly not making your scowl any lesser. he knows you appreciate him deep down, given the fact that you hadnât hit him yet.
-
the drive across indiana isnât too bad, eddie only wishes he hadnât let you control the music for the entirety of the journey.
âjust..â you exhale, glancing warily over at him from the passenger seat, âjust be normal, okay? donât let them piss you off,â nodding with every word.
âyou donât trust me?â he grins, earning a deathly glare. âi wonât piss them off.. donât worry,â turning his sarcastic mocking into kindness.
your eyes squeeze shut before you slide out of the door, doubting your choice to bring eddie along.
your parents open the door with a wide smile and their arms extended, pulling you in before looking over at eddie, obviously slightly taken aback with the man at their door.
he offers his hand out, âiâm eddie, nice to meet you sir,â feeling very judged and not at all surprised, not with all your horror stories.
your dad takes his hand, gripping on tight as he eyes him up and down, âso this is the boyfriend,â humming quietly, âitâs good to finally meet you, son.â
eddie freezes, eyes sliding from your parents to you to find you in the exact same position.
boyfriend?
âuh..â you fumble, mouth opening and closing somewhat like a fish, âyes! yes.. this is him,â chuckling nervously.
oh shit.
his week of rest and relaxation was about to become a week of performing and lies.
you watch eddie anxiously, your eyes speaking a thousand words. praying he doesnât mess up, doesnât embarrass you in front of them.
âyeah.. yeah, thatâs me,â he nods hurriedly, going to shake your momâs hand, âlovely to meet you.. miss.â
now eddie wasnât opposed to pretending to be your boyfriend but fuck, really? he needed at least a week to prepare and rehearse, rather than you throwing him into a week of improvisation at a whim.
the literal second the door to your shared bedroom shuts, eddie spins on his heel, jaw clenched with an exasperated expression.
âwhat the fuck?â he whispers, rather loudly.
âiâm sorry!â you hush back, eyes wide, âi- i.. i didnât have a choice! fuck, iâm really sorry,â anger turning to regret as you flop onto the bed, head in hands.
well great. now he feels guilty. youâre almost sobbing when he joins you on the bed, pressing his lips together in frustration.
âhey! itâs fine.. itâs fine,â he assures, âshit, itâll be fun,â bumping his shoulder into yours playfully.
you sniffle pathetically, looking up at him with tearful eyes, âiâm really sorry.. i panicked,â bottom lip wobbling.
god, you look like the reincarnation of bambi.
his heart pangs, guilt wracking his chest for the slight overreaction.
âi know,â nodding slightly, âitâs okay.. itâll be funny, you know?â heâs not sure that itâll be anymore funny than itâll be stressful, but heâs prepared to see this week through.
for you.
-
itâs the little things that make a relationship a relationship. things eddie hadnât ever considered.
like the seemingly insignificant touches and the casual kisses. all things he now had to meticulously plan and prepare for.
nothing was ever too much. a gentle peck on the cheek or a graze of the knee. things no one would really notice unless you werenât doing them.
you grab his hand walking to the table for dinner and he almost starts cackling until he remembers, now hoping that his palm wasnât sweating too much.
that night in bed, you turn to face him, tiny smile creeping onto your face, âi think my cousin likes you, i mean- did you see the look on her face when you walked into dinner?â
eddie lets his phone fall onto his chest, flabbergasted at your suggestion, âwhat are you talking about?â
you hit his arm, furrowing your brows, âcâmon, she was totally checking you out, donât pretend you didnât notice,â rolling your eyes in jest.
if heâs honest, he really didnât notice.
heâd been too preoccupied by you in that damn dress to care about anyone else at the table.
eddie didnât get to see you dressed up often and the dress was sitting just right, he couldnât exactly focus on much else.
âoh, are you getting jealous?â he mocks.
you tut, shaking your head, âmaybe after weâve fake-broken up you two can get together.â
âyou are jealous,â he laughs, sliding his phone onto the nightstand and settles into bed, âwhat if i donât wanna fake-break up?â only half-serious as he says it.
âwell then iâll get a fake-restraining order against you,â poking your tongue out before turning the lamp off. âgoodnight, eddie,â he can hear the smile in your voice as you roll over.
thereâs a quiet, niggling little voice somewhere in the back of his mind. or maybe itâs his heart speaking.
whatever it is, he doesnât feel the need to acknowledge it. at least not right now anyway.
-
eddie supposes that a vacation at your auntâs beach house would entail seeing you in little clothing but he canât help the little woah from leaving his mouth when you walk out of the bathroom in a tiny bikini top.
âdonât be fucking weird,â you frown, eyes trailing down to his hot dog swimming trunks.
âiâm not!â he exclaims, still trying to draw his eyes away from your chest, âiâve just never seen.. them,â eyes widening at your revealing bikini.
your eyes roll to the back of your head, expressing your disgust with a small groan.
the entire day is made significantly harder by your top, or lack thereof. eddie finds his gaze slipping downward and every so often has to remind himself that heâs not actually your boyfriend and he doesnât have the rights to ogle you.
itâs just hard to focus on a thing your dad says to him when youâre sat in front of him like that.
his limits are tested when your cousin suggests a game of tennis. already calling eddie for her team as you get into position on the opposite side of the court.
perhaps you were right, her unnecessary, constant touching sent alarm bells ringing in his head. not that heâs paying it any mind, too distracted by your chest as you bound around the court.
so much so, he completely misses the ball, letting it bounce off of the court and into a hedge somewhere.
âeddie!â she shrieks, running off to collect the ball.
your eyes lock from over the net, your brows threaded together, âhow about we swap teams? you join me,â pointing your finger at his face, gesturing for him to join you, which he does with a smile.
mostly just glad to be away from her wandering hands but also, he gets to prove a point.
âyou are jealous,â eddie smirks, hushed tones as he speaks into your ear. youâre so close now, enough to touch.
he wants to.
he wants to so bad.
even if it were just to make your cousin seethe with envy.
âme? never,â smacking your racket gently at his leg, earning a nasty glare from your unhappy cousin who smacks the ball far too harshly towards him.
-
heâs too hot and bothered to do much after such an exciting game of tennis, walking in stride with you as you enter the large house. blabbering away about something or nothing when your mom announces her presence rather loudly.
âoh god,â pulling a face as she eyes your outfit, âyou really should coverup sweetie, nobody wants to see that,â cackling away to herself.
eddieâs floored, utterly stunned that sheâd ever say something like that, let alone to your face. your despairing expression stabs him in the heart, choking him from the inside out.
âwell i do,â grinning at the lady in front of him.
âof course you do, youâre a man,â the older woman sighs, âi think itâs a little disgusting to just.. have everything out there,â gesturing to your chest, âwomen should have pride in their appearance, you know?â
you blink, chewing the inside of your lip as you nod. shrinking into yourself as you glide up the stairs. in an ideal world, heâd call her a bitch and move on with his life, however, he supposes that probably wouldnât be wise.
she tuts, shaking her head at the stairs, âsheâs always so offended.. canât say a thing to her.â
eddie bites his tongue, diverting from what he truly wanted to say to offer some mild criticism, âmaybe you shouldnât have said anything at all,â shrugging as he flies past her and up the stairs, hot on your trail.
the bedroomâs empty though the en-suite door is closed, a muffled sniff coming from the other side. he hates that sheâs made you cry, that sheâs capable of even making you feel bad when you had absolutely zero reason to.
his knuckles rap against the door, pressing his cheek to the wood, âitâs me.â
thereâs a small scuffle and then the lock clicks though the door remains closed. having to console you after the amazing afternoon youâd had feels wrong.
he creeps inside, closing the door behind him. youâre slouched on the toilet, tears leaking down your warm cheeks. itâs a punch to the gut to see you like this. all those harsh stories youâd recalled to him suddenly made a shit ton of sense.
âyou okay?â eddie asks, the answer already overwhelmingly obvious.
âyeah,â you sigh, wiping your sodden cheeks, sniffling for good measure.
âyou shouldnât listen to her,â he affirms, perching on the bathtub, âdonât let her upset you.. itâs not worth it,â although his words probably fall on deaf ears, you already know this.
âi know..â staring up at him with your puppy dog eyes, âiâm sorry, she just.. ugh,â snarling your lip, âshe knows how to make me feel like shit.â
âwhat the hell are you apologising to me for?â eddie jokes, poking you in the arm, âsheâs just jealous,â choosing wisely where to go from here, âshe doesnât look as good as you do and she doesnât like that.â
his words crack a tiny smile on your lips, mission accomplished.
âthanks,â you nod, âi mean that. thank you for even coming with me.. i couldnât do it without you.â
his heart swells a little, or a lot really.
this is a dangerous game, he thinks. wanting nothing more than to cradle you in his arms.. blur the boundaries a little more.
how much more blurred could they possibly get before eddie had to admit to his feelings?
heâs not sure he wants to find out.
-
on reflection, it had been a pretty good week. at least eddie thinks so, pretending to be your boyfriend wasnât exactly normal or anything heâd ever pictured himself doing. but heâs enjoyed it nonetheless.
despite a new found, deep hatred for your mother, he doesnât think the rest of your family were that bad. willing to volunteer for any other vacations you might be forced to drag him on.
nowhere near as testing as he once thought it would be. in reality, the hardest part about it all was that he had to go home alone tomorrow.
as both of you lounge on the bed, the tv prattling on in the background, he smiles, gently elbowing you in the side.
âyâknow this week has been fun,â reminiscing on all the stupid things heâs had to do to sell this story.
one night, you had helped yourself to a little too much wine. stumbling all over the vast garden as your family watched on in horror. so eddie did what any good boyfriend would do and slung you over his shoulder, giggling into his back as he manoeuvred his way up to your room.
not only the public displays of affection come back to him, but also the seemingly minuscule ones. where only you were involved. sneaky laughs and glances that only the two of you could understand.
âmhm,â you hum, sliding your bookmark into your book, âit has, thank you for doing this,â before leaning over to place your book onto the bedside table.
âiâve enjoyed it,â he meets your eye, that same uncomfortable fluttering starts again in his chest, âbeing your âboyfriendâ i mean.â
you shuffle, turning to face him properly, âwell.. iâve enjoyed being your girlfriend,â lips twitching into a smile.
thereâs something in the silence, a tension that feels ready to burst.
eddie does something he might live to regret, something so idiotic and foolish that put your entire friendship at risk.
he leans forward, hastily connecting your lips in what must be the worldâs most awkward kiss.
you hesitate for too long of a moment, jerking your head back to stare into his eyes.
heâs done it. heâs ruined the single best thing he had left.
an apology begins to form on his tongue but your lips silence him, your hand finding his cheek to bring him closer. eddieâs eyes fall shut, slowly accepting this, that you wanted it too.
he repositions himself, at your mercy as you tug on his hair, now hovering above your body, elbows sinking into the mattress.
he can feel you now, your chest brushing against his, the way your heart rate seems to match his, thumping away in your chest.
âwe should.. we should stop,â eddie pulls away, breathlessly panting with your lips still tracing over one another.
âno.. no,â you shake your head, your eyes shiny and full of something he canât place.
âwhat?â
âkiss me again,â you demand.
heâs not quite certain heâs hearing you right. fear had forced him to tear himself away but now you were asking for him to do it again?
eddie falters for a second too long, forcing you into kissing him, smashing your lips to his as your fingers scramble to find the back of his neck under his hair.
oh my god oh my god oh my god.
your entire family are in this house and heâs going to desecrate this innocent bed with you, his fake-girlfriend.
he feels your knee slide up his thigh, allowing him more space between your legs. now itâs more than just your chests meshed together, his poor sweatpants tightening with every slight buck of your hips. blood rushing to his cock as you gasp and sigh into his mouth.
he has to pull himself back into the room when your hand slides from his neck to his crotch, lightly tracing over his throbbing cock.
making out could be easily laughed off but this- this was serious.
âyou.. you wanna do this?â he asks, gasping for breath as you continue to kiss at the side of his mouth.
âi want to do this,â you reaffirm, dipping your hand into the waistband of his sweatpants, drawing out a hoarse groan from his throat.
your hand wraps around the base of his cock, leaving a trail of kisses to his jaw.
his eyelids flutter, struggling to stay open as you start pumping your fist, thumb circling his leaking tip.
âoh my god,â eddie breathes, jolting his hips into your fist.
this entire week he had been internalising all of these intrusive thoughts and feelings about you and now it felt like he might genuinely cum all over your hand, not even five minutes into this.
it doesnât at all help when youâre panting and writhing around underneath him, delicate fingers making him feel like heâs flying.
âf-fuck,â he stutters, grabbing your forearm, âyou have to stop,â regaining just enough composure to reopen his eyes.
âwhy?â concern rippling through your voice.
now he falters, gazing into your lust filled eyes, pupils all blown out and crazy. it would be despicable if he were to divulge his embarrassing secret to you.
so he takes your arm, pinning it above your head before starting his descent, a paper chain of kisses and light grazings down your neck and chest.
itâs entirely too intimate for just friends, fake relationship or not.
âoh,â you sigh, head rolling back onto the pillow.
eddie has control now, regaining power without a damn clue of what to do with it. your shorts come down with his free hand with a little help from you, your ankle now comes to rest on his shoulder.
he should feel stronger than he does, rather more intimidated and fearful that heâs going to disappoint.
âplease..â you pout, âplease touch me,â he wonders if you can sense his anxiety.
he lets go of his grip on your wrist, trailing down your quivering body until he meets your lower stomach. this new position allows him access to your heat, wet and waiting for him.
âshit,â he mutters, sliding a solitary finger between your slick folds, watching as your chest heaves in response. âyouâre so pretty,â he canât help but blurt out.
âshut up and touch me,â you snap, chasing his touch with your hips.
eddieâs not going to deprive you of that now, is he?
circling around your clit, noting the way you groan and grab onto his arm. not that he thinks that thereâll ever be a second time for this.
your eager hands grab at his sweatpants, hoping that thatâll be enough of a hint.
heâs not going to last long, thatâs for certain.
fed up with his stalling, you tug his sweatpants down, aiding him in sliding them off and onto the floor with a muffled thump.
your arms fan out across the mattress, glancing down at the minimal space between your bodies and then back into his eyes.
his entire body shudders as he slides into your eager cunt, bumbling through all of the profanity in his vocabulary. watching as your jaw falls slack, wary that you couldnât make too much noise.
perhaps it was the fact that heâd been brushing off any even slightly sexual thought for an entire week or maybe it was just true but eddie swears that no one had ever felt this good before.
âfuck,â he wails, hips slamming against the backs of your thighs, digging his fingertips into the soft, mailable flesh of your hip.
just the way you grip onto the blanket makes him dizzy, letting his eyesight go hazy, a blurred picture of you sprawled underneath him.
the pleasure is insurmountable, something snapping in his stomach when your hand reaches out for him, gripping onto his forearm.
âeds,â you gasp, just loud enough over his barely contained grunts, âmore,â sickening eyes doing all the work for you.
thereâs not much more of him left to give, already nudging against your soft spot, repositioning your calf higher on his shoulder to allow him deeper, receiving a sweet whimper in return.
âyeah,â you pant, over and over, fingernails latching onto his skin. his arms start to shake, still holding himself up over you as his orgasm begins to catch up with him.
âshit.. i donât- i donât think..â eddie swallows, struggling to stay composed as you tighten around him, looking up at him through batting eyelashes.
it makes his stomach twist, barely able to move as his high comes crashing down, overtaking his senses, sweaty bodies colliding as he collapses on top of you.
âoh shit.. oh my god,â he whines, release painting your thigh, the sheet and even your fucking t-shirt.
heâs not ready for a child but heâs certain thatâd have been worth it.
eddie glances at you, subsequently moving from your body onto the mattress. the entire high he had been feeling comes tumbling down, now faced with the reality that you were no longer just friends.
the ceiling becomes incredibly interesting, both of you avoiding eye contact as the silence somehow grows louder.
for a room that was just full of lewd, filthy noises, it sure is quiet now.
the blanket rustles and eddie dares a peek, you stand at the edge of the bed, disheveled and still slightly flustered.
you look down at the stain he had left, tutting quietly, âthanks a lot.. gonna have to change now,â adding a soft chuckle.
âsorry.. cheaper than a baby though,â adding to your banter, itâs indescribable the relief he feels.
eddie watches as you rummage around in your suitcase, no longer shying away as you pull your shirt over your head, shimmying into your clean clothes.
when you rejoin him in bed, the tension is mostly gone, the lamp clicking off, encompassing the room in total and utter darkness.
thereâs a further moment of silence wherein eddie isnât sure if he should bolt and hide or embarrass himself further and say something stupid.
something- someone, brushes against his ribcage as you shuffle, your hand coming to rest on his stomach.
thereâs not a word exchanged between you but eddie takes the hint, sliding your hand further over his midriff. itâs a pathetic attempt at cuddling but it makes him flutter all the same.
-
eddie wakes up sprawled face first across the bed, blinking at the bright light, not a trace of you in the room.
he fucked up. he fucked up so bad that youâve decided to find your own way home and left him here.
shit.
he clambers out of bed, pulling his hastily discarded sweatpants back on, remembering every last detail of your night last night.
the guilt comes in waves, and then embarrassment and shame jump in to make it worse.
years of friendship down the drain and for what?
he just about builds enough courage to leave the room and venture downstairs, creeping out onto the hall when you come bounding up the stairs, meeting him in the cramped corridor.
âhi,â smiling coyly, playing the oblivious game.
âhey,â he nods, reciprocating the smile.
nothing was ruined. youâre fine.
âi was just coming to wake you..breakfastâs ready,â you fiddle with your thumbs, a completely different version of yourself than the one he saw last night.
âoh good,â eddie blinks, âiâm starving,â wanting to smash his palm into his face the second the words come out.
âgreat!â you exclaim, the painful cringe coming through on your face too.
the two of you walk down the stairs in silence, sitting at the table with a small knowing glance.
this house is huge. heâs sure no one else wouldâve heard.
heâs midway through his coffee when your dad leans across the table, probing the two of you, âso, will you be trying for kids anytime soon?â
eddie damn near chokes on the searing hot liquid, coughing his gulp back up into the mug, combatting the burning sensation travelling down his throat and also up into his cheeks.
why would he ask that? over breakfast no less.
âuh no.. nope,â you answer for him, thankfully.
âthatâs a shame,â your father stands from the table, sliding his plate into the soapy water before making his way over to eddie, clapping him on the back, âyouâre gonna have to make an honest woman outta her first son,â before shuffling off into the living room.
he wants to die. in fact, heâd much rather the ground open up and swallow the two of you alive than to be sat at this breakfast table.
judging by the look on your face, you share the sentiment.
-
heâs going to tell you. heâs going to tell you. heâs going to tell you. heâs going to tell you.
heâs just not sure when or how. itâd be unfair for him to unload his feelings unto you at the beginning of the journey, not to mention also extremely inconvenient if you didnât feel the same.
but then heâs also acutely aware that if he doesnât force those words out soon, that they may never come out.
heâs just finished loading your bags into the back of his van, admittedly a little sad to be leaving.
itâs like, he could no longer pretend that what was going on was real. that last night mightâve just been a mistake and you want to cut ties here.
your phone blares from your hand, holding up a finger as you walk away to take the call.
eddie rehearses what heâs going to say to you. well, tries to.
i think youâre super cool, how about i become your boyfriend for real?
he cringes at the thought of it, it wasnât really the declaration of love that you deserved.
the door opening startles him, your demeanour had done a complete one eighty, your shoulders slumped as you slide into the seat in silence.
âyou all good?â eddie asks, wondering what had changed in such a short time.
âuh.. yeah.â
âyâsure?â he probes, not entirely convinced by your change in attitude.
âthat was josh,â you swallow, looking straight ahead out of the windscreen, âhe wants to see me when iâm back.. to talk.â
âoh,â he replies flatly, âwow okay.â
the life he had dreamed slowly crumbled before him, it was foolish to think that youâd just want to settle down with him now. heâd gotten ahead of himself and now had to reap the consequences.
âyeah..â
eddie doesnât utter another word, instead, turning the key and starting the long, painful drive home.
maybe heâll throw himself out of the van on the interstate. punishment for letting himself even slightly believe that youâd be interested in him too.
-
josh is waiting outside of your building when eddie pulls up, smug grin in tow.
tempted to just keep driving, smash into the side of his expensive shiny car and then reverse over his spindly little body.
that doesnât happen of course.
instead, eddie keeps his head ducked low, muttering a low see you later before you clamber out. thereâs so much left unsaid, even a complete idiot could see that.
he doesnât watch as you walk over to your ex, certainly doesnât want to see how his hands meet the small of your back and the way you seem to relax into his touch.
not a chance.
itâs eating him alive. even with the windows rolled down entirely, heâs sweating. as if itâs gnawing at his skin, trying to find a way out.
fuckfuckfuck.
tyres screech along the tarmac, his hands shaking as he turns the wheel. something otherworldly and dangerous overtakes his senses as he tears off back down the same road heâd just traveled.
and maybe heâd regret it and maybe itâd ruin your friendship forever but this week couldnât have been for nothing.
you had to at least know.
eddieâs palms are wet, holding onto the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip. he doesnât recall the journey to your apartment being so fucking long but he feels like heâs in this stuffy van for an eternity.
the moment he pulls onto that familiar street, bile rises in his throat.
maybe josh would have sweet talked his way back into your life and heâd get his ass beat. or maybe youâd laugh him out of there, telling him to never contact you again.
he supposes that thereâs not much left to lose now.
eddie hops out of his van without so much as a look back, bounding up the short path as the door swings open, nearly knocking him for six.
âeddie,â you remark, phone gripped in your hand. your jaw hangs open, what looks like tears stain your cheeks. âi was trying to call you.â
frankly, heâs still out of breath from the exhilaration of it all, struggling to find his words as he stares gormless at you, âmy phoneâs dead.. i didnât- didnât know.. whatâs wrong?â mind immediately jumping to josh.
what had he done?
ânonono.. nothingâs wrong, i just..â you trail off, your gaze not once breaking, âwhy are you here?â
eddieâs mind goes blank, why was he here?
to tell you that he thinks heâs in love with you? he canât say that.
âyou.. left something- in the van.â
idiot.
total fucking fool.
âoh!â swallowing the shock of his arrival, âwhat? what is it?â
why are you both dancing around this? heâs sure you feel it too. maybe. that could be the adrenaline speaking.
ânothing.. you didnât leave anything- i donât know why i said that.â shaking his head, if he werenât so nervous, heâd have been crippled with embarrassment. âlook, i have to tell you something,â biding his time, hoping your crazed ex wonât pop out of a bush and pummel his head into the ground.
âeddie..â you start, that solemn tone he was dreading to hear.
âno, let me say it,â he tries again, clearing his throat, âi need to s-â
â-eddie,â cutting him off mid-sentence, bounding up to him with your arms extended, throwing them around his neck as you press your lips to his.
itâs almost enough force to knock him on his ass, his hands coming to meet your waist in an attempt to stabilise both of you.
you pull away, lips still pouted slightly, âsorry.. what were you gonna say?â
eddie canât recall a word of the speech heâd halfheartedly rehearsed. âwell shit.. doesnât matter now,â once again pressing his lips to yours, swaying in the evening breeze as everything seems to fall into place.
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More Steve Has Older Siblings AU nonsense:
1. The first Christmas after he told his parents he was too old for babysitters, he spent alone. His parents were snowed in at some ski resort. His dad said over the phone that theyâd call one of his siblings to pick him up so he can spend the holiday with them. He either forgot to call or they ignored the request, because Steve spent the day waiting for someone to come by but no one ever did. He opened his presents alone and lied about it when his mom called that night. Santa had died for him years before, but the spirit of Christmas never really returned after that year.
2. Steveâs dad was on the swim team in high school. Swears he wouldâve made it to the Olympics if he hadnât torn his rotator cuff. He never went to a single one of Steveâs basketball games but went to every swim meet he had his freshman year. Steve thinks his dad stopped coming to his meets because he realized his son was a better swimmer than he ever was.
3. Steve had always been a little scared of the night when he was a kid and when the blue glow of the pool on his ceiling made too many moving shadows, heâd sit at the top of the stairs in the hallway. His mom, who has her own troubles sleeping, sometimes would sit with him. They donât talk much and they never go downstairs even though Tommyâs mom wouldâve gotten him warm milk by now.. The stairs creaked too much and they didnât want to wake Dad, so they sit there together. Shoulder to shoulder, even on the nights Steve wishes more than anything that sheâd hug him. They stop having this time together when she eventually gets a sleeping pill prescription.
4. Claire, being the only other girl in the house, was expected to take care of the new baby, so she did. Steve was bathed, changed, and fed when needed. She never hurt him. She didnât abandon him. He was always at least in ear shot, but she wasnât interested in him beyond the duty of childcare. She didnât talk to him. She didnât play with him. She didnât hold him more than she had to. Steve gets it, kinda. Heâs not her kid. Sheâs not his mom. It doesnât make it hurt less when he sees how good she is with her own kids.
#me writing these: letâs do sad ones this time#all of Richard Harringtonâs kids were on the swim team#Steve was the only one to actually make it to state#Steveâs âhobbyâ he does with his dad is just swimming laps in the pool#steve harrington#stranger things#Steve has older siblings Au#and become champ
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