#sorry for snot on main but they’re silly okay

[rathonk]

Phlegmexpo or whoever..

[theriverpersonshadow]

Lamia Drama/Deltarune Semi-Crack Fic

The not-awaited, not asked for Lamia Drama X Deltarune crackfic that absolutely no one wanted, but might now find they want!

I played Deltarune Chapter 2 and just decide to write some silliness for fun. This is extremely non-canon to everything involved. Spoilers (kinda but not really) for DeltaRune Chapter 2.

Warnings for swearing, an extremely brief moment of existential dread, and one sexual joke.

As always, the species of lamia I use come from @vex-bittys

If this is your cup of tea, maybe buy me a Kofi?

           Susie stared up at the sign in front of them. “Kris. This…. Is this a fucking pet shop???” Susie said. The sign said “Caring Coils” and had a picture of someone part skeleton, part snake.

           “No! It’s a spring shop!” Lancer said. What else could “Coils” mean?

           “U-Um… I… I don’t know where this building came from???” Ralsei said. As far as he was aware, they had seen neither snakes nor springs on their journey, but apparently this was in Castle Town now! Somehow!

           Kris walked in. It was surprisingly bright for something in the Dark World, eerily similar to what it’d be like in the light world, but given that the main inhabitants seemed to be the apparent offspring of Jockington and Sans, just… What was even happening here.

           “Are these, like, half skeleton, half snake?” Susie said, walking up and knocking on the glass holding the Mamba. A dozen or so snakes suddenly tackled the glass, hissing at her. “Okay, not gonna lie, that’s kinda cool. You think they bite?”

           Kris just stared at the sign on the glass enclosure saying “Please Ask Before Handling – We Bite – Highly Venomous” until Susie got the hint.

           Regardless, Susie hummed, seriously contemplating sticking her entire hand in there anyways. “Hey. Hey Noelle, you dare me?”

           “SUSIE NO!”

           “C’mon, does venom even work on monsters?”

           “Hah! Clearly you know nothing. Monsters do not have blood and nerves to shut down the same way humans do,” Berdly said, strolling over to the Mamba enclosure. “They don’t even look that tough. Look! They’re worm- AAAAAAAAAAAA;LKJSDFLK;JDFA!” He had stuck his hand in there and immediately gotten himself bitten by like 13 Mamba. He flapped his wings, running around the room and sending bitty Mamba flying absolutely everywhere. Tiny battle cries filled the room as they chased after Berdly.

           “Um… Kris? Should we help him?” Ralsei said, watching the chaos.

           Kris answered No, deciding to instead head into the back. Unlike the skeletal-snakes who were snake sized in the front, this area seemed inhabited by skeleton-sized skele-snakes. Kind of. Most were shorter than Kris, except one Cobra who zipped directly by them with a weaponized mop in hand. Kris peaked back – looks like the cobra dude was mopping up the little skelesnakes. Cool, that’s been settled.

           They got a few odd looks as they browsed the area. It had snake things, and child things. Presumably for snake children, which most of these seemed to be. If not for the supplies and price tags, it’d be easy to mistake this place for an orphanage – which Kris could understand, who would want a Sans X Jockington baby?

           Oh hey, that one might be an adult. A particularly grumpy looking  skele-snake looked them up and down, them immediately flipped them off, “Oh great, I thought I was done with human shit. Or whatever the fuck you are.”

           Kris flipped him off back. What meaningful dialogue.

             Meanwhile, Ralsei was trying to figure out what he should do. In the few seconds Kris had left, Suzy had broken another enclosure completely and even more snakes were running around, not at all helped by Lancer and Rouxls mistaking the new lightners(?) for worms and trying to eat them. Berdly had been swiftly knocked out by the tiny swarm.

           Thankfully, something answered Ralsei’s prayers. He didn’t expect his newly found angel to be a 12-foot-something long version of the things causing chaos, but he literally started mopping up the little ones and depositing them into boxes. As soon as that was done, he gave them all an exhausted, withering stare, “Why. Just… why.”

           “Worms are tasty!” chirped Lancer.

           “These are not worms, we’re lamia,” the new person said. He sighed, straightening himself, “Where are my manners. I’m Nikolai. Apparently the rest of the staff disappeared, somehow, and I have no idea where we are, so forgive me if I’m a bit… in need of several of wines.” His “staff” uniform had been replaced by gold and white robes… and a small golden nametag declaring him “staff”.

           Rouxls pushed himself to the front. “I sympathizeth with thee mostly fullily, thine fellow worker of high class and generallyeth most terrifying stature.”

           “… I think I’m having a stroke,” Nikolai said.

           “Hey Yooooo. I Heard Someone Was Wanting Wine (alcoholic)? I Have Some Battery Acid Right Here!” the Queen said, holding her glass cup of battery acid. It exploded in her hand. “Oops Lol (amused)”

           “… I… I give up,” Nikolai said, laying his head on a table. Several of the bitties were chirping and giving praises, trying to tell him not to give up, but the Mamba were also trying to knock the box they’d been placed in off the shelf by all ramming the side of it at once. The chaos refused to be contained any longer.

           Ralsei looked at Nikolai sympathetically, going over and patting his back, “H-Hey, it’s okay! I’m sure between the two of us and Kris we can keep… order… Oh dear.” Everyone had scattered. It seemed that only The Queen, the unconscious Berdly, and Noelle remained in the room with them.

             The Queen looked into the bitty Papython tank. “Hey Is That You Trousle?”

           Trousle looked up at this new lady with the cool glasses, nodding.

           “Sorry You Came Eleventh In The Dragon Cards The Deckening Mini-Tournament Game But Dang Getting That Much Out Of Like A Billion People (Exaggeration) Is Dang (Damn) Impressive!” The Queen said.

           Trousle’s eyes widened, how did she know that?

           “Oh Yeah And Here Is This (based on search history: Sexy Dom Bitties).” It was a small domino with Mettaton legs sticking out from it.

           Trousle was silently screaming, but being him had the perk that he didn’t have to hold in his screams! They were silent by default. So he was just screaming and completely blush-colored in the face.

           “Oh And Emo Thrash Metal (based on search history: Emo Thrash Metal).” She deposited a small broken chunk of the Thrash Machine that had thrashed her giant robot’s ass which was inexplicably wearing eyeliner and had “it’s not a phase mom!” written on it.

           Meanwhile, Susie had joined Kris in flipping off Hux, and then Liam came.

           “Tch. I don’t know what you troglodytes think you’re doing, but we’re closed. Get out,” Liam hissed, putting himself between Hux and the intruders. They were not closed, but could you really be “open” when you had accidentally planeshifted to another dimension without the majority of your staff?

           “Yeah! Fuck off!” Hux hissed, throwing a double birdy.

           “YOU GUYS WANNA GO?!” Susie yelled, foaming at the mouth and drawing her axe. Liam looked injured, but if he was going to go around picking fights, she wasn’t going to stop him!

           “Oh please,” Liam said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms, smirking far too smugly. “I would obviously win.”

           “OH IT IS ON!” Susie said, surging forwards. She and Liam both turned out to be too adept at dodging for this to go much of anywhere, and Hux and Kris just spent the fight insulting each other even after Susie and Liam got so mutually carried away they left the battlefield.

           Lancer had found some new kind of paradise: a plastic hammock full of dubious, blueberry snot flavored salsa! He paid no mind to the other person using the weird spa, just jumping in and plopping into the vat of goo.

           Oozy blinked owlishly at Lancer, then started laughing, “Kid? Kid, what are you doing?”

           “I’m claiming this spa as mine, you minty fresh bundle of mouthwash.”

           “Um… This… is my bed?”

           “No it’s not! This is a hammock, not a bed!”

           “… can’t argue with that logic,” Oozy said, shrugging. He wrapped lightly around Lancer, purring. That said, he couldn’t quite resist the urge to tease, “Wow, easiest snack ever.”

           “Thanks!” Lancer chirped.

           Rouxls Kaard then skidded down the hallways without ever adjusting his Trademark Pose, “HALT WORMTH! THEE SHALSTH NOTS EAT MINE PRINCETH.”

           Oozy, being a little shit, looked Rouxls in the eye as he lightly pressed his teeth to the back of Lancer’s head and audibly said, “Nom.”

           “NOOOOO! UNHAND HIM, THINE UNCLEANETHEST OF HEATHENS!”

           “Naaaah.”

           “I’m slimy!” Lancer chirped.

           Meeeeeeanwhile, Keith was laughing maniacally in a mix of sheer disbelief and genuine amusement as he dodged kicks from a living checkers piece, a small army of Pawns at his side. Too bad they weren’t from the same game.

             Some of the Queen’s butlers helped Nikolai and Noelle clean up the storefront from the burst of chaos (and Berdly). They still weren’t sure how they got there, but y’know what, even Nikolai cannot contain this, so he lets the kids who are old enough play around the area with some supervision.

           The Mamba immediately flock to the Dojo, Liam leading the charge, to prove their superiority over all. Berdly gets his ass beat there again. There are Papython in the bakery and Kings in the café, and, well, just lamia generally everywhere.

           A lot of the younger ones flock to Seam. Every child’s dream come true: a giant plush toy that can actually talk to you and he’s kind of just a big fluffy grandpa!!!

             Eventually just Kris and Hux are left inside, locked in a battle of wills and insults.

           “Like you’d even know what it’s like to not have fucking control of shit! To always be told what to do and what to be, and if you can’t, no one gives a fuck about you!”

           Kris: Act:

           Understand.

           They understand, they understand far too well.

           …

           Kris: Act:

           Kidnap.

           The snake boy is going home with them now. He screams, but he does not get a say in this. Bye.

[lovecrazyjennybear]

When Love Is True

Summary: Patton finds the courage to tell his family that he has a boyfriend. (takes place between chapter 21 and 22 of @fearfilledvirgil‘s Ivity and Anx story so I’d recommend reading that first, but it’s not necessary)  Warnings: Cursing, Spiraling thoughts, Crying. Please let me know if any others need to be tagged! Word Count: 2106 Pairing: Romantic Logicality (mentioned), Brotherly Analogical (mentioned) Platonic Moxiety A/N: @fearfilledvirgil‘s story is absolutely amazing. The world they built is stunning and the progression of everything. From the happy moments to the ones that rip your heart out. Honestly if you haven’t read it I highly recommend you do. They’re also just an awesome human

Patton was busy baking in the kitchen. Honestly it was a way to distract himself. He knew that he had to tell his family that he and Logan were a couple. It scared him more than he’d ever admit. What if his parents weren’t okay with him dating a college student? What if the age gap was too much for them to approve? What if-

“Patton?” Virgil’s voice broke Patton out of his string of ‘what ifs.’ “Yeah kiddo?” He turned to face his black and purple clad roommate. “Um...please don’t take this the wrong way but, uh, why are you stress baking?” Virgil said the main part of his question so quickly it seemed like one big word. “What are you talking about? I’m not stress baking.” Patton lied, a twinge of guilt sitting in his chest. “Are you sure?” “Yup! I’m feeling just jiffy” The younger held up the jar of Jif peanut butter he was using. “Please don’t be mad or, or take this the wrong way...but I don’t think that’s the truth Patton.” “Now kiddo, that’s not really a sweet thing to say…” “You usually hum. And you have been asking me to bake with you.” Virgil blurted out before Patton could continue. The younger boy was amazed how vigilant the other was. He knew that Virgil noticed more smaller details than most but he didn’t think he’d notice a pattern in less than a month. With a sigh, Patton put the bowl down. “Sorry about that, Virgil. I know you don’t like being lied to.” “You don’t really like lying either.” “Yeah…” “Do you, um, do you wanna talk about it?” Virgil offered “It’s silly.” “Patton however your feeling isn’t silly.” Despite his dislike for much physical touch, Virgil reached out and gently took Patton’s hand. “However your feeling is normal. It’s not bad.” Patton’s heart soared at Virgil initiating a touch. It also soared because in such a short amount of time, Virgil learned so much about how Patton acted. “I want to tell my family about Logan but I’m scared to.” Virgil nodded slightly. “Because he’s supposed to be at college instead of here?” He saw Patton nod. “Do you...do you want me to, um, be here with you?” A faint blush rose on Virgil’s cheeks. He wanted to defend his best friend to anyone who would say anything negative about him, but he also felt like Patton would do better with the support. “You’d do that?” “Mhm.” “Thank you Virgil!” Patton quickly hugged the other boy before remembering his dislike for touch. “Sorry” “It’s ok. Sometimes you just need to give a hug.” A small, reassuring smile tugged on Virgil’s lips. “Now what are you making?”

After talking with Virgil while they were baking, Patton decided to tell his family about Logan over dinner. Virgil suggested that he and Patton make his spaghetti and meatballs because “no one can be mad while slurping noodles”. Patton knew that Virgil was wanting to pay his family back for taking him in, as well as helping keep his mind busy. Deep down, Patton was thankful that Virgil was staying with him and helping keep him busy. It kept him from spiraling down some darker thoughts. He was also very grateful that Virgil was going to be with him when he told his family. If anyone would help defend Patton’s choice it would be Virgil. Virgil helped Patton plate the food and bring it to the table. He then sat and gently bumped his knee against Patton’s to reassure him. Patton smiled a little and took a bite of his food.

A couple minutes into dinner, Patton’s mother asked “Anything exciting happen today?” “I saw a butterfly land on the branch by my window!” Patton’s youngest sister said. “That’s pretty cool to see.” “Um...it wasn’t today but there is something exciting.” Patton said nervously. “Ooh exciting is a good thing.” Patton nodded. “I’m seeing someone. A boy.” “A good friend of mine, actually.” Virgil added. “Do we know this boy?” Patton’s father asked. “Is he in your class?” Patton shook his head. “He was in the GSA club with me last year though.” “Not this year?” Curiosity was clear on his mother’s face. “No. He’s only in town because Virgil needed him.” Virgil gently nudged Patton’s leg again. “He’s supposed to be at college.” There was silence after that. The kids at the table were looking between Patton and their parents. Patton looked down at his food, fighting back tears. Virgil saw how he was acting and decided he couldn’t stay quiet. He realized he didn’t like seeing Patton look so defeated. “Logan is a wonderful person. He’s been with me through everything, ever since we first met. And it’s clear that he cares for Patton. I haven’t seen him so happy around someone as he is around your son. He’s showing more emotions and honestly, he’s getting tongue tied. Which is not something he does, like ever. He’s always been very careful with his speech. That’s one of the many reasons he was able to graduate early. “Logan is honored to be dating your son. And the two of them together are fucking amazing. And it shouldn’t be your place to make Patton feel bad for following his heart because his heart is what lead him to ask you to let me stay. His heart was the one who lead him to Roman, who is another fucking amazing person that’s in Patton’s life. You have no place to judge him just because the person he loves is a little older than him.” Virgil looked at Patton, honestly amazed that he didn’t just get told to watch his language from the younger boy, especially because he spoke to his family like that. And in front of his younger siblings. “No one should be judged for who they love.” Virgil turned his gaze to Patton’s parents again. “Logan’s brilliant and kind and trusting. He cares about Patton more than I’ve seen him care for anyone he doesn’t consider family. Patton helps balance Logan out too by showing him that his emotions are valid and something that can be understood with time and learning. They work amazingly off each other and together. And anyone who can’t see that within the first five seconds of seeing them together is a blind idiot. And anyone who doesn’t allow such a badass love flourish is a worse idiot.” Virgil reached out and touched Patton’s hand under the table, gently squeezing it to let him know that he was there. That nothing was going to change about that. Patton quickly squeezed it back and didn’t let go. He needed the reassurance more than anything right now. As much as he wanted his family to approve of Logan, he knew that Virgil standing up for their love like that was enough for him not to let it go. It was really nice to hear such amazing things about that love.

Despite that, the silence was starting to get to him. He wanted someone to say something. He’d rather hear that they didn’t approve than this nothingness. Deep down he knew that the kids wouldn’t get involved, they were too young to fully understand what was happening, but he wished they would say something. Anything.

They’re going to ban you from seeing him. They’re going to kick Virgil out for talking to them like that. They might even kick me out. I really hope not, but they might. What if they do? Where am I going to go? I can’t put that on Logan or Roman. It wouldn’t be fair. I couldn’t put that on them. Especially because Virgil would have nowhere to go now. Virgil squeezed Patton’s hand hard, pulling him from the thoughts in his head. There was concern in his eyes when Patton met them. Patton gave him a very small shake of his head, answering the unspoken question between them. With a nod that was just as small, Virgil pushed himself away from the table, his hand never leaving Patton’s.

“Come on Pat.” Virgil said softly, gently pulling Patton to his feet. He continued to gently lead Patton out of the dining room, up to their room. Once inside, Virgil closed the door and moved to sit on Patton’s bed, never letting go of his hand. Patton sat next to him, looking down at the floor. Virgil put his arm around Patton and softly pushed him so he was leaning against his chest. At that small motion, Patton couldn’t hold back his tears. He buried his face into Virgil’s hoodie and sobbed. He was acutely aware of Virgil’s hand rubbing softly up and down his back. His whole body wracked with each sob, and he knew that he should care that he was messing up Virgil’s jacket, or being in close contact with him for so long but he didn’t. All he cared about right now was crying until he felt better. Virgil was softly mumbling reassurances to him until the sobs subsided. Patton hiccuped now that his breathing was more under control. “S’rry Virge.” “It’s snot a problem Patton. I did the same to you at Roman’s.” Patton couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the pun. “Still.” Patton sat up and used his sleeve to wipe his eyes. “I know you don’t like touch.” “Pat, I’d rather be here for you to hang on to and cry when you need it, then you have to do it alone. I still don’t like most touch but with you and Logan and even Roman, I’m starting to not mind it as much. With you guys I know I’m safe. Just no ninja hugs ok? At least warn a dude.” A small smile spread across Patton’s lips. “No surprise hugs. And I’m really glad you’re getting more used to touch kiddo.” “All thanks to you three.” There was a soft knock on the door. Patton turned to look at it, not sure if he was up for whoever was on the other side. Virgil didn’t move to open it, letting Patton be the one who decided. After a couple seconds, there was another soft knock. Knowing that it was his mother and that she probably wouldn’t give up easily, Patton sighed and stood up. Virgil stood as well, but didn’t move to open the door, more as a way to help protect Patton again if needed and show him that he backed him up. Patton opened the door to his mother on the other side. “Oh Patton.” She said, noticing the tear lines on his face. “Sweetheart. We’re sorry. We didn’t mean to make you cry.” “It’s ok mom.” “It’s really not.” Virgil said, more to himself, but Patton still turned around and gave him a disapproving look. “Virgil’s right.” Patton turned around to face his mother again. “We shouldn’t’ve made you feel bad for who you love. It’s just a lot for us to take in. If this boy caught your eye and you love him, then we should support you. And with what Virgil told us about him, he sounds like a very kind man. We’d like to meet him, and get to know him.” “Really?” Patton almost didn’t want to believe it. “Really. Anyone who has such faithful friends must be a good person. We should give him a chance.” She looked at Virgil. “Though hopefully with less cursing in front of the others.” Virgil blushed slightly. “Sorry.” “Put a few dollars in the swear jar and we’ll count it even.” There was a faint smile on her lips. “You defended your friend, I can’t be upset with you for it.” “He’s like my brother. He was there when no one else was. I’d defend him through anything. I probably could’ve handled it a little better though.”

“You spoke your mind. We can’t be upset with you about that either.” “You guys aren’t mad with me being in love with someone in college?” Patton asked, hope seeping through his question. “Of course we’re not honey.” Patton’s mother held her arms open to him. Patton quickly hugged her. “I’m glad. I’m really glad.” “Let us know when he’s free for dinner.” “I will mom.” Virgil couldn’t help but smile. He was glad that Patton’s family was supportive. And the smile that was on Patton’s face was well worth any talking to he’d get for his cursing in the future. He wanted Logan and Patton to have their happily ever after and would do anything to make it happen.

[jj-ktae]

Fragrance XII : Accord

Title : Fragrances

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Romance

Pairing : Jaebum x Reader

Summary : You are a perfume composer, he is a lyricist, and while you’re left with too many possibilities, he is out of inspiration. Your only bond is an unknown fragrance. Second part of the Fragrances series.

Warning : Mentions of suicide. Don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with the subject please <3

- Teaser - Wisteria - Metallic - Sillage - Accord - Final -

Fragrance XII : Accord

An accord is a blend of two or more fragrances to create a new, completely different smell. We talk about accord, because it’s all about the way the fragrances go with each other. An accord means that two fragrances can go well together, no matter what their main pattern is and how different they can be.

It’s a quiet day. Jaebum loves these days. He likes having time for things. Peace is a motivation that never fails to amaze him.

But he is restless.

“They want to see you.” Youngjae has been eyeing him ever since he arrived this morning. Jaebum arrived with a face he knew too much.

“Why?” The latter only stirs on his chair, his back cracking deliciously.

“They didn’t say.” Youngjae shrugs and taps his back before throwing himself on the couch.

His day wasn’t that bad so far, but Jaebum feels something on his way to his manager’s office. The album is going well, Youngjae is glad with the result and he did quite good though.

“Ah, you’re already here.” The manager is busy when Jaebum enters the huge office.

He is talking with a girl, who seems young.

“Do you want me to come back later?” Jaebum tries but the manager is quick to stop him, motioning for him to enter.

“You came right on time. Meet Leni. She is a singer who is supposed to debut in 2 weeks.” The girl gets up and offers a hand, which Jaebum shake slightly.

He can see it coming.

“We need you to write her first song. It’s as simple as that.” The man readjusts his suit and goes to his office. He looks like he had the best idea ever.

Jaebum only tilts his head, before eyeing the young singer. She has a petite figure but her eyes are huge, expectant.

It’s the first time Jaebum doesn’t feel panicked by the idea of doing something different. Under any other circumstances he would have freaked out, his heart would go have gone crazy, just like his brain but now he simply nods, approaching the producer and smiling.

“Sure, I’ll do it. What concept would you like to go with?” Jaebum surprises himself by asking that. It isn’t like him to be this enthusiastic. The young singer smiles along, also waiting for the producer’s answer.

“Romantic. Love. I want her to become the nation’s new sweetheart. You can write about love, right? Not the gruesome, regretful type of love, the joyful, happy one.” The producer knows Jaebum and his pessimistic heart all too well and while it fits to Youngjae, he wants something new for his new protégé.

And Jaebum smirks, because he has a whole song totally ready.

“Got it.”

He turns around and leaves the office, not even noticing the way the singer’s eyes linger on him and rushes to work on the project.

Love.

---

Jackson doesn’t like this. He isn’t a professional when it comes to relationships, but he definitely knows something is strange.

And Jackson has a damn good idea about what it is.

It’s from the way you look at things. He thought he was being paranoid again, but no matter how much you try to reassure him, he knows. He knows you’re not okay.

Your eyes took a colour he knows too much. It’s not a bright and shiny colour like the one he treasures.  Your eyes are dark, cloudy, like there’s a storm inside your head and you’re constantly fighting with it.

He doesn’t like it. He can live with a lot of things, but not with the probability of you not being happy. Jackson doesn’t care about his own happiness, and even though he should, he can’t be selfish. Jackson is not someone who can take away something for his own profit.

So when he knows you’re not fully happy dating him, he takes a decision.

It doesn’t break his heart like he thought it would. It doesn’t make him angry because he feels used. He doesn’t even raise his voice when he breaks up with you.

It’s like casual talk around a cup of coffee. He takes your hand because you cried in front of a movie -and you barely do that usually- and as he looks at you, he sees it.

Pain. Hidden sorrow, forced smiles.

“You don’t look happy.” Is the first thing he says. You blink at him because you don’t get it. How can you be okay when the puppy was killed at the end of the movie?

“You’re not your usual self.” He continues and you understand you were never this emotional before.

“Look, I know what you’re about to say-” you answer but you don’t even know what you’re about to say. You don’t want Jackson to feel bad because of you, you don’t want him to think you don’t want to be with him because you do want it.

But Jackson knows there’s something you want more than that. It goes beyond the affection you both have for each other.

It’s okay, he understands. He is fine with being friends with you if he can see you finally be happy.

But you’re so stubborn you’ll never admit you long for Jaebum’s presence.

“You don’t know what I’m about to say, silly.” He is extra careful because one word can break you and he doesn’t want that. “Listen to me, and listen to me well. You’re not happy dating me. As much as you want to believe it -and I appreciate that- you’re not. I get that you want to move on and be happy and no, I’m not mad at all.” Jackson takes a deep breath and you sniff loudly because hell, that puppy was so cute and he was killed.

“You don’t cry in front of movies. You don’t stay in bed for half of the day. You’re not that kind of person. You’re not someone who barely eats and walks like a zombie because she doesn’t sleep. You’re strong, you know what you want and I feel like right now, you don’t want this.” Jackson continues and doesn’t let you speak, because he needs you to understand.

“So yeah, we have fun, we go out, we make love, we do all these things people do in the movies, but deep down, you don’t want me. You don’t want to date Jackson Wang and you try so hard even your body rejects the idea.”

“But, no! It’s not what you think!” You try to stop him because you suddenly feel like shit. You did your best with him. You want to stay around him because he is security. Jackson is so strong he can fight for the both of you even when you’re down and you want to be with him.

“I get it. I’m not saying you’re staying with me because there’s no other choice. I’m saying you’re trying too hard and I don’t like it. I see the way your laugh fades, how you stare into space, the way you close your eyes whenever you smell something different. I’ll help you. I’ll be the one breaking up so you won’t have to feel guilty about it. I care about you a lot and I know you do too, but not like we should be. You mean a lot to me and I don’t want to lose you, but maybe, just maybe, we are not made for this” his hands move in the air, showing the room. “We’re not made to be together that way.”

You break down crying but Jackson smiles. He knows it’s not sorrow. It’s relief. You hug him tight and whisper sorry so many times it doesn’t make sense. Jackson laughs when you part “You look so bad.” He teases and doesn’t care when he wipes your nose with his fingers. “See the dedication? I’m full of your snot, silly.”

You cry all night and cling on him like he is your last hope. He tells you everything’s going to be alright and he will never leave your side. You answer that you love him like he is the best friend you’ll never have.

He tells you he will be and thanks you for the eight months of amazing relationship you both had.

It’s rather normal for you to feel like shit the day after, during lunch. Bambam and your boss want to celebrate your assistant’s success with his perfume sample and you’re so out of it that both of them don’t even dare to ask what’s wrong.

Bambam knows Jackson had to go to China again but doesn’t mention it. He knows too much about you to talk about it. No matter how much you triy to hide the situation, he gets it.

“It reminds me that, Y/N, you have to start a new project. I wanted to talk about it in a more official way but the brand apparently found a muse and would like to launch a perfume. Usually it’s the other way around, but it seems her company wants her to make it big quickly so they’re doing everything to put her under spotlight. We’ll both advertise each other, y’know.” It’s funny how she changed since you started working for her.

This woman has always been like that one teacher who is so strict you have no choice but to study. You laugh quietly to yourself when she blinks cutely at you and tell her how much you like her lipstick.

“Thank you.” She softens and elbows Bambam when you start sipping on your juice. “Is she sick?”

Bambam shrugs and leans close to her ear. “Lovesick.”

You pretend you didn’t hear them.

---

“Leni Lee? What parents would do this to their kid?” Bambam looks at the files before laughing, his now dark brown hair floating into the air.

“Your name is Bambam.” You roll your eyes at him from your spot on your office. You moved back to the company when it became unbearable to work at your own place. You took your own furniture and moved everything with you, pretending you were living too far from the company.

In reality, no amount of incense could make you forget about Jaebum’s odor. It’s too scary to handle.

“It’s my stage name. I have a real name, but you’ll laugh even more.” Bambam shrugs and laughs again.

He is definitely and absolutely crazy.

“Leni Lee is a romantic young adult with hopes for the world. Her dream is to heal everything with her lulling voice and calm everyone’s pain with her insightful positivity. Her favorite color is white because it reminds her of the clouds and she likes playing the ukulele.”

Bambam stops reading and bursts out laughing. “She’s gonna heal the world with a ukulele. And here I thought we were ambitious.” He mocks before shaking his head. “That would be funny if she turns out to be a little devil.”

You nod and open another sample. “Devils don’t play the ukulele.”

Bambam does finger guns’ gestures before reading the rest of the singer’s introduction.

You have to meet with her in less than an hour and you’re not even half ready. You need a thousand more samples to show her and Bambam is only laughing and dabbing. At some point, you decide to change your tactic.

“Let’s not prepare anything. We’ll just talk with her and figure it out from that point.”

Bambam stops to open his mouth, shocked. “Yeah you do that. I’m incapable of doing that.”

“Well, try doing it.” You threaten and lift a brow. “You want to be a perfumer, right? We’ll talk to her and you’ll tell me what you see in her. What would suit her, what would suit her and that damn romantic perfume they want us to make, got it?”

Bambam sighs and nods, getting up. “Yes, boss.”

He loves when you’re fierce.

“You ready?” You get up and stretch, “let’s go meet that ukulele devil.”

Bambam agrees and follows. It takes five minutes to go to the meeting room. Five minutes of Bambam chatting and making incomprehensible jokes. Five minutes of quiet steps on fluffy carpeting.

It takes less than a second for you to freeze though. The singer is here, in her bright white laced dress. Her bow is neat on her wavy hair, her makeup is perfect, her face is doll-like.

You wonder how you notice all this when you can only see Jaebum, sitting leisurely and looking around the room. The meeting room has no real walls and only thick glass to give privacy.

Bambam bumps into you when you stop walking, peeking from behind your shoulder. “Oh. OH.” He whispers, not getting why the hell was Defsoul in the meeting room. “Emergency.” He breathes.

“You go.” Panic takes over you before your brain can stop you and you walk away. Jaebum didn’t see you, you can go away and let Bambam handle this. “Record this, I don’t know. Handle this. Please.” Your voice sounds so desperate suddenly, and Bambam almost agrees, but luck is not on your side.

“You’re here! I’m going to tag along. I got curious.” Your boss’ heels are too loud to be ignored and when you peek again, you instantly see Jaebum, looking into your direction. “Come on in, Y/N!” She is too cheerful, too pleased by the situation. Bambam looks worried when you sigh, your back still facing the dangerous scene.

“I can do the talk.” Bambam suddenly looks adorable, with his caring face and shiny, plump lips.

“It’s okay. I’ll just, bear it.” You turn around so fast the earth spins but you’re too busy shaking to notice it and you enter the room like a robot, facing the singer who is already smiling at you.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Leni Lee!” She bows so many times you lose count of it but you simply focus on her floating dress, deliberately ignoring Jaebum who you know is already staring at you.

“I’m Y/N, I’ll be creating your perfume, along with Bambam, my assistant.” You’re glad your boss claps her hands before you have to greet Jaebum and turn around, taking a seat far from the quartet and opening your notebook.  Jaebum bows at your boss and shakes hands with Bambam, sitting down next to the singer.

Bambam looks at your boss and she magically stays silent, before lifting a brow at Jaebum. “We will now begin,” she coughs and sits next to you, gently patting your thigh under the table. “How about you tell me more about you?”

You don’t know what is going on. You don’t even listen to the singer, mind clouded by the feeling of Jaebum’s scent.

It hurts from every pore, like you got a shot of a drug you thought you quit. Jaebum stares at you, doesn’t stop looking, not even when you bite your lip in frustration.

You draw patterns on your notebook, pretending to be concentrated because that’s what creative people do.

“So you’ve got a song ready? Already?” Bambam’s voice makes you snap up while the young girl takes her phone from her purse.

“yes, I have Jaebum’s cover of the song as we have yet to record it. It’s an acoustic version.”

You tilt your head. Jaebum?

Jaebum stays silent, merely smiling at your boss and embarrassed by the sudden display of his unfinished work.

He speaks for the first time because he doesn’t trust the girl on this. This song is everything but a business to him. “The name is Unfold me. It’s a love song. It depicts the romantic feelings of a person for someone who has yet to discover them. It’s a confession. An open letter to a loved one. A plea to discover honest feelings. It suits the image of a soft and romantic girl who has yet to confess to a boy because she isn’t what he thinks she is. It uses metaphors and imagery to show the importance of honesty.”

You don’t look at him. From beginning to end, you don’t want to listen. He talks about love like he knows it and it makes you want to laugh out loud.

He knows nothing about love. He bullshits around the place and it makes you so mad.

“That’s...great.” Your boss open her mouth, thoughtful. “Shall we listen to it?”

You want to be deaf. You can’t listen to Jaebum singing I love you and I miss you and I need you and please let me show you how wonderful love is with you.

Bambam is very, very uncomfortable, suddenly.

At the end of the song, only your boss claps, whistling. “That’s what I call adoration, Defsoul.” She nudges you and you don’t want to lift your head but do it nonetheless. “What do you think?”

You look at the singer, then at Jaebum.

He looks expectant.

“It’s cool. As for the perfume’s concept...” You start and your boss sighs, while Bambam coughs, trying to change the subject.

“How about a fruity scent?” he proposes, “Peaches and Blueberries. Do you like fruity scents?”

The singer nods, her smile wider than the sun. “yes! I like soft notes. I love vanilla!”

You bite your lip, Vanilla, how original.

“Great! From what you told us, you might want the perfume to recreate the feeling of first-love, right? We can work on fruity scents and add a bit of gourmand. It gives a fresh feeling! Caramel touches and... roasted nuts?” Bambam begs you to agree on whatever he says so you can all go and you nod, not because you want to go but because it’s brilliant.

“That sounds lovely!” Leni gets up and bows as a sign of appreciation, while Jaebum smiles at her like she is a kid.

You don’t get what he is doing here.

You hide back to your world when your boss explains how things are going to go, and an hour later, you’re breathing heavily, head over the glass office.

“You okay?” Bambam pats your back and you nod, taking in the feeling of the fresh glass on your burning face.

“Perfect. My life is perfect; can’t you see it?” You laugh bitterly.

You never thought it’d be this hard to meet him again after so long. You never thought it’d hurt so much to smell his scent again.

You most certainly didn’t expect to feel your heart beat so fast it was about to explode.

And oh, don’t you love this Im Jaebum boy.

“Not coming?” Bambam urges, taking the files and sorting folders.

You don’t want to tell him you can’t get away from the lingering scent of Jaebum’s devastating existence.

---

“He met her!” Youngjae is so loud that Jinyoung almost hits the back of his head. “How did it go? Come on, tell us!” “Nothing happened. She hates me, what did you expect?” Jaebum eats more of his sandwich, rolling his eyes at his stupid friend who is wriggling his eyebrows at him.

“The question is, did you feel something?” Jinyoung crosses his legs on the couch, a fry hanging between his pursed lips.

“Don’t make me say it. I swore I’d never talk about her again.”

Jinyoung sighs loudly before grunting. “Don’t make me ask again, Jaebumie.”

Youngjae claps his hands and probes him “You heard him. Don’t make us ask again” he takes the same cold voice and furrows his brows in a not so scary manner.

“What do you want to hear? That I still love her? Is that even a surprise? Yes, okay. I still love her. I never stopped, I can’t get her out of my head, I dream of her, I imagine her every day. Do you feel better? Because it’s actually not a good feeling for me.” Jaebum feels grumpy. Seeing you woke all the feelings he was desperately trying to erase. He doesn’t like the way you ignore him like he is nothing, and hates how he had to expose his ass with a love song, right in front of you.

Jinyoung gives him a thumb up. “Great news! You’ll see her again, right? For whatever you guys have to work on together.”

Jaebum shakes his head, “No, I just went with Leni because she was scared of going alone and her manager couldn’t go. I’m not planning on going again.”

“You are so stupid. You both are so stubborn.”

“She is dating! Listen, I appreciate the attention, but there’s nothing we can do. I wished I had a formula to make her realize that I’m really miserable but there is not solution.” Jaebum feels bad talking about it.

What good is there talking about this when it’s all doomed?

“There goes fatalistic Jaebum again,” Jinyoung whispers to Youngjae who nods, eyeing Jaebum cautiously. “You never met this one, right?”

When Youngjae shakes his head, Jaebum laughs, surprising them both.

“I don’t know why I’m friends with you two.”

“it’s his birthday. His birthday.” Bambam insists but you shake your head.

There’s no way you’ll go to Choi Youngjae’s birthday.

“Jackson, do something!” Bambam stops whatever he is doing in the kitchen to walk back into the living-room.

You’re resting next to a judging Jackson, who’s quick to agree with your assistant.

“It’s a Venice themed party. You can still hide behind these huge ass domino masks. Don’t be a baby, Y/N.”

You look at Jackson, bewildered. “A baby?”

“Yes. I’m sure you can stand in the same room as him. He won’t eat you. I’ll go, too!” Jackson adds. “If anything fishy happens, I’ll take you out of there. Just have fun because I’m this close to throw you in the nearest night-club until you wipe that damn sorrowful expression off of your face.”

Jackson sure is extreme.

“Never. I’ll never go.”

“You came!” The words you said echo in your head as a cheerful Youngjae greets you behind an otter mask. You went. You’re here, with Bambam and Jackson, standing by Youngjae’s door.

“Where is that Venice you told me about?” Bambam is glorious behind that deep red mask, covered in roses and designed by Jackson himself because Ateliers Wang don’t tolerate fashion faux-pas.

“Jinyoung told me that since I am the master of ceremony, I shall stand out. They forced it on me.” Youngjae laughs and Jackson follows, his black leather mask a bit too tendentious.

You all look ridiculous.

“It’s all Italian dishes. Drinks are over there, there’s a waitress in case you need something.” Youngjae sees you all looking at him so he smiles shyly, “This is Jinyoung’s idea, too.”

“That guy is damn tacky.” Jackson whistles when he notices the room, decorated with so many furniture while a music reminds you of some old soap opera.

“Non dimenticar is the name of the song. I didn’t want this but Jin-”

“What do you know about Italian music anyways.” A deep voice cuts him and a man appears from between the bodies. His tuxedo is way too shiny and his mask has shades of deep blue.

He bents to grab your hand and you blink before giving it to him.

He only shakes it though. “I won’t kiss it. I care about my life.” He grins when you don’t understand and adds. “We met already, I believe.” You see the hint of a wink from behind the mask and turn to look at Bambam, who whispers.

“Defsoul’s friend.”

You bow immediately. “I didn’t- You know, the masks.” You laugh stupidly, already grabbing Jackson’s arm for support because you heard the word Defsoul already and you’ve been only here for five minutes.

Jinyoung laughs and it surprises you because it doesn’t suit his appearance. “Just thought it’d be fun. I missed my trip to Italy because of this birthday.”

Youngjae makes a face when Jinyoung’s hand circle his neck. “He likes it, right? You like it?” His tone is already menacing and Youngjae wails, walking away to greet the other guests.

“He is so shy.”

Bambam laughs and taps Jinyoung’s shoulder, “You’re funny, man!” He walks away to greet other guest, mimicking gondolier gestures and dabbing to the beat.

A man stops to talk into Jinyoung’s ear, handing him a cell phone. “Suit yourself! I’ll talk to you later!”

“I’m exhausted already.” You whisper to Jackson who taps your hand, giggling.

“Relax! You’re so tensed. Don’t faint now, we just came.” He teases, taking you to the buffet and forcing food into your mouth.

It’s a pleasing party, you have to admit. Everyone is so chilled and the music makes it easier to think.

You don’t look around too much in fear of meeting Jaebum. Your eyes are glued to Jackson who raises his brows at you from time to time.

You end up dancing with him and he turns you around in the middle of nothing because you’re the only two people really dancing.

It’s feels incredibly good not to care.

“You really have to relax.” He whispers in your ear when you’re both close enough and you pinch his side playfully.

“Less relaxed, definitely less relaxed.” He yelps before Bambam appears, shaking his head incoherently.

“You two are having fun! I see you dancing!” He makes a face so dumb you can even see from behind his mask.

“Yes but I need to pee.” Jackson cuts the mood, a glass of Campari already back in his hands.

“Oh, it’s this way, I’ll show you.” Bambam takes his friend by the hand but you stop them.

“I’ll go with you.” You feel anxious. Last time someone left you alone at Youngjae’s party, it didn’t end well.

They only nod. “Sure, tag along.”

You see so many beautiful people, and you’re almost sure you recognize Leni stunning in a purple costume.

When the bathroom door’s opens Jackson rushes inside. Bambam talks with a girl who seems to love the roses on his mask and you laugh when your assistant tries to get away from her grip.

“I’ll just grab some food.” He explains and you nod, glancing at your hands. So far everything is fine. People are cool, the food is tasty, the cocktails are nice.

It’s great. Why did you even refused to go when Bambam asked-

You lift your head at the odour. It’s subtle but here, mixed with everyone’s else fragrances. You smell it, but when you look around, there is no Jaebum, no matter how much you stare at people’s face.

This one is too small, this one a bit too built, the other dances too much to be him. He is nowhere.

You walk back to lean against the wall and the odour gets stronger. It’s like a spell, and you hate it.

You almost fall when the wall moves, and you soon realize it’s actually a door.

And right now, against all your brain’s alerts, against everything you thought you’d be doing, you push it open, forgetting about the locker being opened in the bathroom, forgetting about Bambam who is coming back with too much food.

It’s too peaceful and the scent is too pleasing, inside.

You close it and behind you there’s nothing but a huge living-room, with a computer on the table and papers scattered around it.

“The party is in the main hall.” The voice startles you, not because you recognize Jaebum, but because it is cracking. You honestly don’t know what to say. All your previous promises to yourself are suddenly gone and there’s only Jaebum, back facing you.

“Did you hear what I just said?” Jaebum turns around because he needs privacy right now, and whoever thought it would be good to invade his personal space shall be beaten.

He doesn’t want to deal with anything.

“Can you please leave?” He asks and you realize he didn’t recognize you.

It’s a good gateway. You can simply go out and pretend you’re not you. You can walk away and everything will be over.

But your feet are frozen. Jaebum’s mask is pure white, with dark eyes.

And there’s a single black tear. Awful on the glossy material.

“Excuse me...?” Jaebum approaches you because you look stupid, right now.

“So- Sorry. I’ll head out.” You blurt and bite your lip when you realize your voice can actually give you out.

Which happens because Jaebum talks before you can grab the doorknob.

“Wait.”

You don’t know why you wait. It’s not like he has any right to stop you.

Or does he?

“...Y/N?” His voice is a tone higher, and you can feel the hope. It hurts because he sounds like a kicked puppy.

“I’ll just head out, sorry for intruding.”

“No, No. I didn’t recognize you.” You hear him laugh timidly and see the mask tilt, like he is analysing the situation. “You came.”

He knows you came. This is exactly why he is locked in here. He never thought he’d go through such anxiety again, but when Jinyoung told him you were here, with your boyfriend, he disappeared.

“Yes.” You simply say, before reaching for the doorknob again.

“No. Just. No. Please.” Jaebum is way too calm, you can hear the panic so evident you’re scared he might collapse any minute.

“You’re not joining...?” You try. He acts like the Jaebum you know, the one who flies away to do horrible things to himself.

“Oh, no, I was, hum, thinking.” He tries to save the situation but he knows he is sniffing too loudly.

“About...?” You want to know. You need to know how he is feeling.

You saw too much of him falling apart to leave him alone, no matter how mad you are and how much you want to hate him.

“A lot of things, actually.” He laughs and sniffs again. He feels stupid, you can feel it.

“Can I... Go? You don’t seem to feel well.” You don’t want to go. Not at all.

Not when Jaebum is in such deep sorrow.

“Oh, I’m okay!” Jaebum lifts a clothed hand, touching his black and white hat. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.” It doesn’t have anything to do with you anymore but hell. Hell with everything.

“I’m not fine.” He confirms, taking you aback. “I’m close to do something I shouldn’t be doing.” His tone is too calm, way too calm. You don’t like this at all.

“Do you need...help?” You start playing with your fingers, stress hidden by your mask.

“You don’t want to help.”

“So why do you want me to stay?” You retort. Is he going to shut you down like he always did? Really?

“I... don’t know. I don’t know!” He rips the mask away and you finally meet his bloodshot eyes, swollen. “I’ll just, deal with it myself.” He walks away and stops by the table, leaning against the chair. “It hurts. I hate that I was able to get rid of all my pain, only to find more on my way back.”

“Why is that?” You’re scared of his answer.

“Why?” he snickers bitterly, turning around, “Do you even want to know why?” His eyes are so deep, so dark, to intense.

You’re so happy your own face is hidden, right now. “Yes.”

Jaebum lifts a brow and nods. “Alright, I’ll tell you.” He walks around the room and when he is close enough to you, he stops.

You look at him, and you don’t want to admit you’re actually shaking.

“I met this girl. She has a job, a flat, and she saw me once, when I was about to kill myself. She took me in and we sort of lived together for a while, but because I was a mess I did all the wrong things. It started from being an ass to taking advantage of her love. She has this amazing attraction over me, because apparently, the only thing special about my glorious being is my scent. Nonetheless, she helped me, the listened to me, she did everything she could. I disappeared the morning after I confessed, because I was scared of breaking her with my suicidal thoughts. So I did my best to heal. I tried to kill myself two times in the process, I fought with my parents, I didn’t see my best friend for a year.”

He stops because he wants to cry but coughs, holding it in.

“I came back a better person, I cleaned the mess in my life, I connected the right dots and finally, I could yell to everyone how good of a person I had become. It felt good, really good to laugh genuinely, to see the peaceful faces of my friends and family. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough because I wanted to be with her, but she started to hate me and she still does.”

You gulp silently.

“Eventually I confessed again, I tried, I did everything I could because I thought she would understand that I needed her in my life. I thought she would understand that even though I made a mistake, it was ever my intention to hurt her. I was selfish for once, once in my life, and it cost me something so big I can’t even live with it now. And then, she told me that my mere presence was enough to hurt her. She said that. Like I was some plague. Maybe I’m a plague, maybe everything I did was for nothing because at the end of the day, I still want to jump every fucking bridge or window I see.”

He laughs and he is almost scary.

“But I won’t do it. Now I’m locked and I have to deal with it when I’m almost sure I did nothing wrong. If only she could just hear me out and believe me. If only she could just listen to me for once and let me pour it all out. Is that too much to ask? Am I so repulsive that even the air I breathe is poisoned? Does she hate me so much?”

You feel a tear fall and try to rub it off your face, but you only meet your mask and decide not to embarrass yourself more.

“She does. I know she does. And now, I, again, have to bear with things I can’t even control. I can’t control the fact that I love her. It’s not like I can stop just because I said I would! I can’t, I’m sorry, I can’t. Well, she is even dating now so I can only watch her be happy. I’m fine with it. If she is happy than I shall be happy, right? So, why is it that I’m not? Can you tell me? Why?”

Jaebum seems so confused. Like everything is slipping from between his fingers.

“I don’t know. I really don’t know how I ended like this. I even wrote a love song for her like the fool I am. It might even end up in an awful ukulele song. Who use a ukulele in 2018?”

At some point, you snort even though the situation is not funny.

“I just love her so much I can’t handle it. She is and will always be the most important person in my life, because she loved me in my worst state, she accepted me and took me in. She hugged me to sleep, kissed me, held me, listened to my sorrow. How am I supposed to live without this now? I love Youngjae but, I won’t hug him to sleep. He snores anyways. Yes. I tried to hug him. I’m so ridiculous.”

“Are you done?” He looks so offended when you say that.

“Yes. Sorry. I’m done.” He wipes his face and smiles, but it looks so fake.

“No matter how much you think I hate you, I told you right? You can come to me whenever you feel like doing something bad.”

Jaebum is taken aback by the answer, and makes a face. “Well, last time I came to you, it didn’t go well.”

“I’m sorry.” You say. You want to cry because he is so beautiful and smells so good and said all these things about how he can’t live without you when you thought he didn’t care at all. “I thought you didn’t love me. You acted like you didn’t.”

Jaebum is apparently not about to buy your shit. “I don’t care. I’m telling you, right now, in a Pierrot costume and looking ridiculous, that I’m very, very much in love with you.”

“What do you think you-”

“I know! I know all this, you told me so many times already. It’s done, I can do nothing about that. This talk is useless anyways. Your boyfriend must be looking for you everywhere.” Jaebum knows you so well. He can even predict that you’re about to blame him.

“Jackson broke up with me. Because of you.” You announce.

Jaebum looks even more scared. “No no, there’s no reason to. Is he stupid or what?”

“There is a reason, Jaebum. There’s a reason why I’m standing here listening to you, there’s a reason why I’m not running away, and there’s a reason why I’m telling you I’m single.”

“Why is that?” Jaebum doesn’t want to get his hopes up and even takes a few steps back, frightened by the sudden plot twist.

“Do you even want to know why?” You repeat the same question he asked and he nods, his hat moving along with him.

“Yes.”

It’s about a boy I’m in love with. He has an amazing smell, and at first I didn’t want to let it get to me, but I ended-”

Jaebum walks so fast you don’t even see him approach and he doesn’t even kiss you.

He just hugs you. “It’s going to be too long for me to pay attention. Just, go straight to the point. Don’t be like me.”

You can barely breathe because his scent invades you so much it makes you want to faint, but you hug him back, your mask still glued to your face.

“It’s a story about me being in love with you. Pity you don’t want to hear it.” You mock but lose your smile when Jaebum parts from you to look at your covered face.

You grab your mask and pull it away. “We do look ridiculous, I knew it.”

He laughs and says nothing. He laughs again and again, and you feel his trembling body like he is being shot by electricity.

You don’t know why he doesn’t move, expecting a rather heated kiss.

Jaebum reads your mind well, though. “It needs to be done well.”

“Just one! We did worse.” You mumble, rolling your eyes.

“God, I love you so much.” He grabs your face and his lips land so softly you’re the one pushing against him. It’s not different from the last kiss you shared, but it feels like a discovery. Jaebum presses hot kisses everywhere he can reach, mumbling about how he can’t believe it and how much he loves you and how much he wants to leave this party with you.

You tell him you don’t mind and grab his hand, sprinting into the main hall and ignoring Bambam’s shocked face.

That night, you’re the one hugging Jaebum to sleep in your bed.

And for the first time ever since you met him, you understand.

He smells like completeness.

An : There will be an epilogue because at some point we all need a bit of fluff ;)