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gryffindorcls · 5 years

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Falling Into Place

Hello, lovely readers!

This was my submission for the Miraculous International Discord's November fanfiction writing contest. (It won! YAY!)

The theme was "Fall", so I wrote about Ladybug falling off a roof during the Fall which leads to our heroes falling in love.

ENJOY!

WARNING: SEASON 3 FINALE SPOILERS

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Marinette slumped and let out a frustrated huff. She flipped over her pencil and ran the eraser across the dark scribbles that covered the page sitting on her lap. After brushing off the paper with the back of her hand, she tried to sketch a new dress. Still unsatisfied with her work, she tore out the design, crumpled it up, and tossed it to the side.

Usually, designing was the perfect way for Marinette to take her mind off of things for a few hours, but today’s thoughts were all-consuming. She’d even gone to her favorite spot in the Trocadero Gardens in an attempt to calm her racing mind; however, much to her chagrin, nothing was working.

She threw her head back and allowed her skin to soak in the warmth that radiated from the sun’s slowly fading rays. While the failing light of day gave the gardens an ethereal glow, a crisp chill was beginning to settle over the city. The goosebumps on her arms were a subtle reminder that she was not properly dressed to spend any length of time in the cold Autumn air that was expected to arrive after sunset.

Marinette knew that she needed to leave, but her head still felt fuzzy. Thoughts of the previous day swam through her brain as she began to muster the energy to pack up her belongings and walk home. Unfortunately, she soon discovered that she was not yet ready to move from the steps of the Trocadero. When she finally gave into her desire to stay a few minutes longer, she closed her eyes and replayed yesterday’s events in her mind.

***

It had been late...too late. Ladybug was tired of dealing with Hawkmoth’s nighttime Akumas. It was three o’clock in the morning, and all she wanted to do was sleep. She was weary in both body and mind, for the strain of being the new Guardian was beginning to take its toll.

The number of Akuma attacks per week had steadily increased since Fu’s departure, and Mayura now seemed to be even more active than she was before. Were it not for Chat Noir’s encouragement and support, keeping up with her civilian life on top of being Ladybug would have been an impossible feat. Nonetheless, she was tired, and she knew that she needed a break.

To make matters worse, a steady rainfall had made that day’s Akuma battle particularly difficult. For both heroes, the world had been rendered nearly unnavigable by shallow pools of water that threatened to make them lose their balance. After an exhausting fight, Ladybug threw her Lucky Charm into the air and called for the Miraculous Cure.

She knew the time left on her transformation was limited, but the sensation of standing still was euphoric. For a brief and fleeting moment, she felt completely at peace.

“Why are you still here?” her partner called out, breaking her out of her reverie, “I just recharged, but you only have a few seconds before you change back!”

Ladybug’s heart began to race as the final warning beep on her Miraculous pierced through the night. She turned to Chat who stood wide-eyed on the other side of the rooftop.

Without taking the time to scan her surroundings, she began moving towards the edge of the roof.

“Don’t look!” she yelled in desperation.

While reaching for her yo-yo, her foot landed on a slick patch of concrete that caused her to stumble backward.

“Ladybug!” Chat screamed as she began to fall into the alleyway below.

She plummeted towards the earth with her face pointing towards the sky. As she fell, the bright pink light that accompanied her detransformation flooded the confined space.

Marinette closed her eyes and braced herself for the inevitable...but the crash never came. Instead, she felt a pair of strong steady arms wrap around her body and pull her close. The familiar smoothness of her partner’s suit slid against her bare hands as she melted into his embrace. His heart raced beneath her cheek as he cradled her against his chest.

“I got you,” Chat whispered breathlessly into her ear.

“Thank you, kitty,” she replied, her heart beating equally as fast, “You...um...you can put me down now.”

His long, golden hair brushed against her face as he shook his head. “I-I think I need a minute...could...could you give me a second?”

The reality of what had transpired over the last two minutes came crashing into Marinette’s brain. After taking a moment to process her thoughts, several burning questions thumped against the forefront of her mind.

She swallowed against a dry throat. “Chat?”

“Yes?” he said shakily.

“Did you see who I was?”

“Yes.”

“Are we close in our civilian lives?”

“Yes.”

“Is that all you can say?”

“No...I-I’m just...I saw you, and I’m afraid to look again.”

Marinette’s heart sank. “Oh? And why is that?”

He sobbed. “Because I’m not supposed to be this lucky...or unlucky...or...I-I almost lost both of you...I don’t know what I would have done if that had happened.”

“What do you mean?”

“She was right...that’s why...all along...you...the feeling in my chest every time I saw you. I didn’t know what that was. I know now...God, she was right!”

“Who was right? Chat look at me.” Marinette pushed herself away from her partner only to find a broken expression plastered across his face.

She'd seen pain like that on him before. Images of cold blue and stark white flashed across her mind and caused a shiver to course through her body.

Marinette needed to calm him down...fast.

She reached up and touched his cheek. “Hey, kitty, could you take me home?”

He took a stuttering breath and nodded against her palm. “Sure, Princess. Just hold on tight, okay? I’ll keep you safe.”

“I know you will.”

As soon as Marinette had secured her arms behind his neck, Chat pulled her against his chest, got onto his feet, and unsheathed his baton. In one swift movement, he launched them into the night and bounded across the rooftops. However, instead of putting her down when they had reached their destination, Chat stood silent and unmoving on her balcony.

“Hey...um...you can let go now. I can stand. I promise I’m okay,” she murmured against the collar of his suit.

His muscles tensed around her. “Mmmhmmm...sorry.”

“No...no, don’t be sorry, Chaton.”

“I-I just need you to be safe.”

“I am.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, you can put me down. I’m not hurt. You saved me.”

Hesitantly, Chat gently placed Marinette’s legs on the ground. She slowly removed her arms from the back of his neck and dropped them to her sides.

He looked away. “I guess you want me to leave now.”

“No, Chaton.” She reached out and placed a reassuring hand on his forearm. “Please come inside. It’ll give us time to talk.”

Marinette took his hand and guided him to the windowed hatch that led to her room. Once inside, Chat sat at the end of her bed and stared at his hands in his lap.

“So,” she started, “you said we were close in our civilian lives. Can I ask how close?”

He looked up. “Will I have to give back my Miraculous if I answer that question?”

“No, I’m the Guardian now, and you will get to keep your Miraculous no matter what is revealed tonight. You are my partner, and you’re irreplaceable. However, I can’t help but wonder...is that what’s really bothering you about this situation?”

“No.”

“Okay...then what’s on your mind?”

“I realized something about...umm...someone said something to me today, and it’s all I’ve been able to think about. I was kind of distracted during the battle and up on the roof, and then you almost fell...what if I had been too late? What if I hadn’t caught you? What then, Marinette? You mean so much to me. You always have.”

“But you did catch me. Right now, you’re acting like we’re close friends who see each other every day. Are we really that close?”

He slumped. “You sit behind me in class.”

Everything inside of Marinette froze. “I...what?”

“You’re my friend, and...well, today I...she...and now…I can’t. I’m sorry...I can’t.”

“Chat, are...um...,” she took a deep breath before continuing, “I know you’re not Nino...are you Adrien Agreste?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, my…okay. T-that’s a lot to process, but we can do this. Ummm...would you like to detransform before we continue this conversation? Would that make you more comfortable?”

He shook his head. “I hate to do this, but I really need to get home. I have a photoshoot that starts in three hours.”

“But, Cha...no...Adrien, we need to talk. I need to make sure you’re okay. I can’t have you go home upset.”

“What?”

“Y-you can’t get Akumatized. Please stay.”

“You’re worried about me?”

“I care about you, and I don’t want you to be sad. It could be really bad if you stayed upset.”

“You thought I was upset? Oh, Marinette...I’m sorry.” He crawled across the bed, situated himself in front of her, and took both her hands in his own. “I didn’t mean to make you think I was upset. No...I’m a little...well, more than a little...I’m overwhelmed. The shock of seeing you fall, learning your identity, and then...well...never mind. Look, I’m fine. I think I just need to sleep. Are you sure that you’re okay? Because you not being okay is the only thing that would make me upset right now.”

Marinette laughed. “Yes, kitty. I promise that I’m okay. Thanks to you, I don’t have a single scratch on me.”

For the first time that night, he smiled. “I’m relieved to hear that. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Yes...but I’m going to be busy during the day. We can talk during patrol.”

“Okay.”

Chat pulled her into a tight hug. “Goodnight, my lady. Text me if you need anything, and please take care of yourself. I’m happy that you’re okay, and knowing that it’s you is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Marinette’s heart pounded against her ribcage. A mix of confusing emotions swirled around her mind, rendering her unable to speak.

When her brain began functioning again, she perked up just in time to see Chat climbing through the hatch above her bed.

“Goodnight!” she called out with a wave before dropping her voice to a whisper, “What happens now?”

***

Marinette sighed and tapped her pencil against the paper in her sketchbook. After Chat had left last night, she’d fallen into a restless sleep. The exhaustion she now felt today was lowering her ability to concentrate.

Just as she was about to give up and go home, she heard footsteps approach from behind. Her body tensed as she readied herself for a confrontation.

“I thought I’d find you here,” spoke a warm and loving voice, “What are you doing out in the cold, my lady?”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Adrien.”

Marinette gasped as a gentle pressure pressed down on her shoulders. She reached up and was surprised to feel both a wool coat and a warm hand. Upon turning around, her gaze met two bright green irises.

“You’re shivering,” he said with a furrowed brow, “Why are you out here without a coat?”

“I didn’t realize it would be so cold.”

“It’s November.”

“Well, it was warmer earlier.”

“The sun is going down.”

Marinette turned her head away. “Yeah...I know.”

Adrien took a seat next to her on the stairs, snaked his arm around her shoulders, and held her against his chest. “We need to get you warm. Also, I thought you were going to take care of yourself today. Where is your jacket?”

Her breath hitched. “I...I left it at home. I’ve been a little distracted today because of...umm...you know. At least I know I can always count on you to take care of me when I need help.”

Adrien gave her a small squeeze. “Always.”

“Thanks, Chaton.”

“My lady, I...I...can we talk?”

She sucked in a breath through her teeth. “Here? There are a lot of people around, and if you want to talk about what I think you want to talk about, I don’t think we should have this conversation out in the open.”

He shook his head. “No, no...umm...not here. I was hoping we could talk at your place...maybe? Only if you’re okay with it that is. Umm...my dad is kind of weird about guests, and I couldn't wait until our next patrol. Also, your room is kind of...what’s the word...warm, and we didn’t get to finish last night. I did a lot of thinking today, and I have some things that I really need to say. But then again...I don’t want to seem pushy...ugh...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t invite myself over like that...it's rude. I just…”

Marinette pressed her finger against his lips. “Hush, Chaton. Adrien is my friend, and Chat is my partner. You are always welcome in my home.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“The only reason I ask is because your face is turning redder than your suit. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

She lifted her hands and pressed them against her cheeks. “I didn’t even realize...it must be because I’m still cold. No, you’re fine. Everything is fine.”

He pulled away from Marinette. “Are you sure? Because I know I’ve definitely made you feel uncomfortable in the past. Not so much now, but when we first met you...umm...yeah.”

“Well, things are different now.”

“Different...how?”

It was true that her friendship with Adrien had improved over the past few months, but that was only because of her decision to move on from him as a romantic interest. Her stutter had faded, but today it was threatening to rear its ugly head. A sadness that she had done her best to repress began to bubble in her gut. She shook her head to clear the unpleasant feelings from her mind.

With a smile, she met Adrien’s gaze. “Come...if we want to make it back to my place before it gets completely dark, we need to leave now.”

Adrien scratched the back of his neck. “My bodyguard drove me here, so if you wanted to go in my car, that’s an option.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Really? Great! Uhh...shall we, my lady?” He stood up and extended an arm for her to take.

After closing her sketchbook and slipping her pencil into her crossbody bag, she cheerfully linked arms with him. “We shall.”

When they eventually reached the car, Adrien opened the door for her, and she slid into the backseat. Moments later, he took his place in the seat next to her. They sat in a comfortable silence all the way to her family’s bakery.

Upon their arrival, Marinette quickly whisked Adrien up to her room before her parents had the chance to embarrass her. Once they were upstairs, they made their way to her chaise and sat down at opposing ends.

Adrien wrung his hands. “I want to apologize for last night.”

Marinette cocked her head to the side. “Why? You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my fault that you found out my identity.”

“It’s not that. I want to apologize for leaving before we had the chance to really talk about this. Honestly, I don’t care if I show up to a photoshoot looking exhausted. That’s what make-up is for. The truth is...I...it had to do with something that Kagami said to me yesterday.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Did you know that she told me that she’s in love with me?”

“I assumed that she did. That’s why I left after I helped you two escape the Bourgeois’ anniversary party. I didn’t want to get in the way of anything that may have been happening between both of you. I’m happy that the two of you got together.”

“That’s just it...I didn’t get together with her. Not officially. We went out on a few dates, but that’s about it. I could never fully commit...because I’m still hopelessly in love with someone else.”

Something suddenly clicked inside of Marinette’s brain. “If he’s Chat Noir, then that means that the girl he’s been in love with all this time is…”

“Me,” she whispered.

Adrien hung his head. “Yes.”

“You’re in love with Ladybug.”

“Oh, um...yeah. I’m not just in love with Ladybug...I’m in love with you, Marinette. Yesterday when I saw the two girls who hold my heart meld into one amazing person, I could barely function.”

“Wait...me? You...Adrien Agreste...are in love with me?”

“Yes, and I think I have been since the day I handed you my umbrella. Something Kagami said to me yesterday made me realize that you’re not just a friend to me. I’ve always felt like you were more than that. Now that I know that you’re also my lady, I finally know why.”

“What did Kagami say to you?”

“She wondered if I was ready to be her boyfriend yet, and I said no...again. Kagami then asked me if it was because I was still in love with you. I always knew you were special, but hearing Kagami say that to me...let’s just say she was right. Last night, I went to sleep trying to figure out how I was in love with two people at the same time, and then after the battle, I discovered that I was actually in love with only one person. That's why I freaked out.”

“It’s okay...I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t freaking out, as well.”

“And I’m sorry...I know you’re in love with Luka. I seriously debated telling you all of this, but I can’t lie to you...especially not about how I feel. I...”

She cut him off. “No...I’m not in love with him. I mean, I love Luka, but not romantically.”

“But I thought...you two were always so close. You always told me that you were in love with someone else. If it’s not Luka, then who is it?”

Marinette took a deep breath and gathered all of her courage. “The boy that Ladybug kept turning down Chat for...well, he’s sitting in this room.”

Adrien’s eyes lit up. “Me?”

“It’s always been you. I tried to give you up a few months ago, but I failed.”

“Really?”

She bit her lip. “That umbrella you gave to me is my most prized possession. It reminds me of the day I fell in love with a kind-hearted boy who stood in the rain and told me that he’d never really had friends before. My heart has belonged to him ever since.”

Adrien tentatively scooted closer. “Marinette, I…”

“And then...I couldn’t talk to you for the better part of a year…”

“Marinette…”

“Didn’t you ever wonder why I was always such a spaz around you? I just kept messing up everything, and OH GOD...I did so many embarrassing things…”

“Marinette…”

“There’s that time I gave you Master Fu’s prescription...oh, and the wax museum...ugh...this is horrible!”

“Marinette!”

She looked up to find Adrien sitting inches away from her. “Y-yes?”

He reached over and took her hand in his. “May I kiss you?”

“What?”

“I’d really like it if I could kiss you.”

“We’ve kissed before, Chaton.”

“That’s not fair...I don’t remember any of those kisses.”

“Are you sure you want to kiss me?”

“Only with your permission.”

Marinette couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt like a dream...a beautiful dream come true. Butterflies fluttered around her stomach as she gave him a small nod. Seconds later, Adrien’s lips crashed onto hers. He let go of her hand wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her closer while she reached up and cupped his cheeks in her hands. Fireworks exploded inside her as he deepened the kiss.

All too soon, they broke away.

Adrien chuckled. “Wow.”

Marinette nodded. “Yeah...wow.”

“Do you think we could do that again?”

“We have to go on patrol soon.”

“I think Paris will survive one night without us.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “You see...you say that now, but what happens when an Akuma shows up?”

Adrien pressed his nose against hers. “Hawkmoth’s Akumas show up regardless of whether or not we’re patrolling. At least tonight we’d have the purr-fect incentive to finish the fight quickly.”

“Yes, you’re right, and who are we to turn our noses up at something that would boost our effectiveness as heroes?”

“Does that mean I can kiss you again?”

“Yes, Adrien. You can kiss me again...whenever you want.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

“Kiss me, my prince.”

Adrien once again closed the space between them. She smiled beneath his lips. It was the perfect moment. She suddenly felt as if she could do anything and overcome any challenge as long as she was with her other half.

Marinette knew they were going to be okay. Her heart told her that their love would not end in disaster, and her mind assured her that their relationship would not lead the world to ruin. That timeline was gone. Paris was safe. They were safe. Everyone was safe. Together they could protect each other from Akumatization. This time, their love would not be their weakness; instead, their love would be their shield. It was finally their time.

They spent the rest of the evening in each other’s arms until Adrien was called to return home. Before leaving, he promised to see her again the next day. Marinette waved goodbye as he climbed through her hatch and disappeared into the living room below.

That night, Marinette went to sleep with a smile on her face and a fullness in her heart. Everything was finally falling into place.

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suicidalcatz · 5 years

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DOG DAYS ARE OVER : CHAP 5

AN: Hello frens! Are you having a nice sunday? In this chapter we exchange some texts. But also we make fun of Josh just because. In the next chapter, things get complicated between the three of you... I hope you’ll like it. Please feel free to comment or send me prompts!

Pairing : Jake Kiszka x Reader

Genre : College AU

Previous parts : Prologue ; Chap 1 ; Chap 2 ; Chap 3 ; Chap 4

Masterlist : here

Chapter five : New number, who dis ?

Packing never made me feel weird before. It was friday afternoon so a majority of students were going home or, like me, to their parents' place for the week end. Most of the time I'd stay in my dorm with Mandy because we had so much homework there was no point coming home at all. I already knew for a fact that I'll be locked up in my room all week end painting, drawing, and cutting paper, but I promised I'd see them since it has been a while. My parents' cooking and comfy house usually made me impatient but not this time. I knew the boys were staying on campus because they lived far away, and it gave me mixed feelings. Part of me longed for Jake, and the feeling of his touch on my wrist was still so vivid I sometimes got the impression his hand was still here. On the other hand, he and Josh were big family guys, and seeing them missing their home so much while I was reluctant to see mine made me feel like a spoiled brat. That's why instead of calling to tell my parents I wasn't coming home this week end either, I went home to enjoy every bit of it.

My mom had already made my favorite dish, and dad was excitedly chatting about this new movie he saw on tv the other day. It felt good, I could allow myself to relax a little, take a bath, hang out with some friends for an hour or two after finishing an assignment.

Sitting at my desk, I dropped the pen and stretched my back, falling back onto the chair and looking at my work. I did good this week, so the teacher didn't make me redo any of my assignments, which was very fortunate because I still had a flyer design to create. I unfolded that one Jake gave to me and took a look at all the infos, preparing a draft of my first idea. Why they didn't let the Illustration department do the visual com design was a mystery. By the look of it I bet it was the Music and Architecture dudes who made it. There was a bunch of band names thrown in the middle, what looked like a pixelled stock image of a Santa hat in a corner, « with beer ! » in a really ugly comic bubble in another, and the worst was that they though Comic Sans was an acceptable font choice. Unbelievable. That's why we can't let Architecture dudes do anything.

Creating a decent design took me a solid two hours, which was way faster than I planned. Getting up, I studied it from a distance, looking for flaws. It wasn't the best I could've done but it was pretty cool and not printed with neon yellow paper. For now, I'll rest my head for a bit and see if I can sketch the few more ideas I came up with later on. Feeling proud of my work, I took a picture to send it to Jake. It was dark and quiet outside, and one glance at the clock confirmed my thoughts on how late it was already. Biting my lower lip, I struggled. Maybe he was sleeping.

I never texted him since he gave me his number. I mean he gave it to me so we could talk about the flyers, right ? I would've been uneasy using it for another reason. Pondering whether of not I should maybe wake him up, I started pacing in my room, tidying and touching things, stuff I did when I was nervous. My arm still had some black marker on it, faded shapes and symbols vaguely resembling numbers, like an old letter with smudged ink and discolored paper. At first I didn't wanted to wash it off. Mandy and I got so excited by it we cheered together right after school, and classmates seemed intrigued by it. The cold weather didn't allow me to show too much skin so it could look like a tattoo, or a hot guy gave me his number (which was technically true). It could look like I just wrote it myself, but it was totally lame so I didn't want to think about it. Although I really enjoyed that empowering feeling of being someone's interest, at least a little, I scrubbed it hard the same evening. I didn't know if Josh was aware of it and couldn't raise suspicion in case he wasn't. It looked like we were doing something bad, and maybe we were, I had no clue. Guys had that weird rule regarding friends dating brothers and according to Netflix romcoms I was walking on thin fucking ice so I wasn't taking any risks. To be honest I don't think Josh would mind us talking but Jake seemed like a secretive guys so if he told Josh then I'll talk about it and otherwise, I won't. I'll just go with the flow and follow his lead on this, it was safer.

It was almost 2AM when I sent the pic and left my room to get a nice cup of tea/coffee after all these efforts. By the time I got back I had one new message.

« Hi to you too »

I felt my heart jump a little when I saw his name at the top of the screen, and his first text made me smile. I got so pumped by all these design ideas that I forgot to tell him it was me. The picture made it clear enough, though, but maybe it was a bit rude of me. Taking a sip of hot tea/coffee before putting the mug on the night table, I sat on the bed, eyes still on my phone, thinking of an answer. It took me maybe too long because I kept on rereading it to be sure I wouldn't embarrass myself with a typo.

« Hi, sorry. So what do you think ? »

The phone was threwn on the blankets and I turned on the tv to make me think of something else than his future reply. Saying that I was confident would be half-true. The design was good or so I thought so, but then again tastes were all too subjectives and art was tricky. He had all the right to hate it, I wouldn't take it personally (well at least not a hundred percent...). Idly watching a re-run of some old sitcom, I continued to quietly empty my cup and switch channels without really paying attention when I heard my phone buzz and let everything down to grab it.

« I got to admit you were right, our flyers sucked, this one looks fantastic »

And maybe my cheeks started turning pink. Compliments on my art meant a lot, more than those on my personnality or physic. It was really rewarding to have someone enjoy something you created from your own hands. It felt better than any other flattery, so the reply came naturally.

« I'm so glad you like it. I had a few more ideas in stock just in case »

His next message came so fast this time that I didn't even put down my phone yet when I felt it vibrate in my palm.

« Thank you for this, I really appreciate it. I'll owe you one. »

His sweet personality made a smile spread across my face. I took the flyer in my hand again, studying it. The number of bands playing this day was surprisingly high. Some of them I knew because I either heard people talk about it, or knew the guys playing. One especially because they kept rehearsing their rap lyrics in the dorms for everybody to enjoy, which I didn't since they started loudly singing at three in the morning and ignored all my complaints about the noise of their boombox. But most of the bands, no, I didn't know. I continued watching intently the names of the bands playing as if I'll have an epiphany and guess which was Jake's. Giving up, I took my phone again to tap.

« Don't sweat it, I'm glad to help. So... which one are you... ? »

Again, the reply was faster than the first texts we exchanged, despite the late hour.

« You mean the band ? Guess you'll have to come and find out »

I raised an amused eyebrow at this. Getting cocky, aren't we ?

« Alright then, Mister Mysterious, I'll wait and see. »

« You won't regret it. », replied Jake, and for some reason my face started heating up again.

We didn't speak for several minutes, I didn't know what to say now that the topic was closed, and I had nothing to add to it. Switching channels and drinking tea/coffee didn't gave me much help either, at this hour it was either old re-runs, or tv shopping. My eyes looked at the digital alarm clock, and it was almost three in the morning. That's how I knew what to write next.

« I just thought about it, but didn't I wake you up ? »

He was fast as ever again this time, probably wide awake and without anything to do.

« No, don't worry. Rehearsing with my brothers. I'm taking a break until Sam and Josh stop arguing and find a compromise for the new song. Our friend Danny's being the peace keeper once again, I left him alone on the battlefield and went out for a smoke. »

The war metaphor made me chuckle lightly, causing my imagination to run wild. The thought went through my mind that I couldn't believe they would argue, but since they were brothers it was normal I guess, even if they seemed pretty close. Close enough to form a band together at least. I never saw Josh angry, but he had a very vivid temperament, so it wasn't really much of a surprise either. My mind wandered a bit, and I briefly wondered how Jake looked in a heated argument. Probably hot, but also intimidating. He had that kind of quiet aura that seemed like it could become suddenly agitated, like a spotless watercourse that got troubled by the rain or rocks that ricocheted on it. I couldn't explain it, but it was how my limited knowledge of him perceived it.

My phone buzzed again, and this time it was a picture that made me snort in the ugliest way possible. It was a very unflattering close up of a moody and clearly unamused Josh who looked like he was in the middle of scolding Jake for doing whatever he did that got him upset. More of it came, one after the other, for my greatest amusement, and by looking at them in order I could see his actions and movements, like a flipbook of ugly pictures of an angry Josh wearing a colorful dyed t shirt and ample pants that I assumed were his pajamas. The last one got me shaking with laughter, poor Josh looked awful, in a middle of what I assumed was a menacing speech for Jake to stop his bullshit, with an eye half closed and his mouth stuck the weirdest twist of the lips humanly possible. I saved this one as blackmail material, might be helpful in the future.

I didn't even know what to respond to that, they all radiated such chaotic energy it was splendid. Jake was quicker, and sent me a text this time, saying Josh threw his slipper at his face and that he was lucky he hadn't had the tambourine in his hands at that moment.

« I guess rehearsal is over for today, hopefully they'll make up their minds about the song tomorrow. Thanks again for the flyers, see you on monday, we'll print them. »

I never knew I'd be that impatient to go back to school before meeting him.

#gvf fic #gvf x reader #gvf imagine #gvf fanfic #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka imagine #josh kiszka fic #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet imagine #greta van fleet #jake kiszka

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littlefaerose · 6 years

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perfect is a rooftop with the stars and you

WHO: Marley Rose & Dani Harper

WHEN: Friday, April 20th, 2018

WHERE: Sciron rooftop

WHAT: Combining both of their dream date ideas, Dani and Marley decide to unofficially make things official.

WARNING: Insufferable cuteness? Maybe??

Dani couldn´t even describe how happy she was to be going on another date with Marley. Especially one that had to promise to be the best date she had ever been on. They hadn´t put a label on what they were, but after what had gone down last week and how Marley made her feel Dani, surprisingly, wouldn´t have had a problem with calling Marley her girlfriend. Maybe it was true what they said, wounds did heal, maybe slowly, but they did, especially if the right person came along. She had changed her hair to blonde with the tips dyed pink and gotten them a bottle of wine to go with the cinnamon roles Marley was going to bring. Once she had put on her favorite dress and grabbed a two blankets for them Dani headed towards the stairs to go up to the roof where she´d be meeting with Marley in a few.

For the first time in a while, Marley didn’t consult with anyone before getting ready for a date. She simply went through her closet, found a blouse and pants to pair with a cute jacket she liked, did her own hair and make up, and called it good. It felt weird to do so without Olivia’s prior approval or opinions from another friend, but there was a satisfaction in doing something for herself, and keeping it to herself. In her own way she was trying to protect the fledgling thing that was her and Dani’s relationship. Happiness was a rare commodity at NYADA and she selfishly wanted to keep it under wraps until she was sure it couldn’t be so easily lost. Maybe it was an impossibility, but she could try, right? At least until she and Dani had a name for it, she was happy to keep it to the two of them. A few trips around campus later, she’d carried her load of goodies up to the roof of Sciron and started setting up. The cinnamon rolls were warm and fresh in their box as she arranged an assortment of small potted plants along the perimeter of the roof. The plants were tightly coiled shut, awaiting nightfall before they’d make their debut. “Wait ‘til I give you guys the word, okay?” she whispered, putting the final adjustments in place before stepping back to take it all in. She smiled warmly to herself and picked up the camera hanging from her neck to take a few pictures while the sun started to soften the sky with warmer shades of orange and pink.

Happiness really was something that was rare at NYADA, Dani had learned as much. But then again, she´d also met Marley here and while the circumstances, under which she had arrived here, had been more than awful she might have never met Marley. Dani had no idea how this would end, because during her first few months here there had already been people eating doors and some asshole who didn´t take gently to her kind, but a small part of her hoped that they´d make it out alive. And together. She smiled to herself as she finally pushed open the door that would lead her to the roof, glad that it was already open. She wouldn´t have minded picking the lock, really, but this was much easier. Dani´s smile only grew when she noticed Marley, who was already there, seemingly absorbed in picture taking. Dani quietly placed the bottle on the ground and got out her notepad and a pen to draw a quick sketch. It wasn´t anything fancy, but she wanted to keep that imagine pinned to paper. Once she was done she picked up the bottle and stepped onto the roof fully. "This place definitely got the potential for a dream date," She grinned.

The view from Sciron wasn't the most spectacular in the world, she was sure, but Marley loved it anyway. So long as she could see the sky and the stars that would be coming out of hiding later that evening, then she was in the right spot. She managed to take a few more scenic shots from the rooftop before a familiar voice pulled her away from the lens. She turned to see Dani standing there, all dressed up and holding a bottle of wine, and the soft corners of her mouth promptly turned up into a grin. "It really does, doesn't it?" she mused, looking back at their surroundings before moving to greet her with a kiss. "You look beautiful," she whispered, pulling back with her eyes crinkling at the corners. She reached up to touch a soft lock of hair, pink mingling with blonde. "I like when you put color in your hair. It just looks so cool." Okay, she needed to stop gushing. "Do you want help setting those up?" she asked, gesturing to the blankets Dani had brought with her.

Marley looked absolutely breathtaking, as always, and Dani briefly wondered what she had done to deserve this. Surely, neither of them were perfect, and she was sure that things weren´t always going to be easy, but she was happy and that was something she hadn´t thought she´d ever be again. The kiss made her smile and she let Marley play with her hair for a moment, just enjoying the intimacy between them. "Well. I´ll always wear a bit of color for you then," She grinned. "Can´t go on with you thinking that I don´t look cool." Dani teased as she held up the blanket. "Sure. I brought one to sit on and the other in case we get cold. And I brought some wine. Figured it would go well with the cinnamon roles." She placed the bottle, glasses and one of the blankets on the floor before holding the other one out to Marley. "Shall we?"

That got Marley to laugh as she followed after Dani, helping smooth out the blanket placed on the ground before taking the other one offered to her. "I think we shall," she beamed, taking a seat on the blanket beside her. Setting the extra blanket down, she grabbed the box of cinnamon rolls and popped the top open to dish out first one to Dani on a plate, then one for herself. "Is that a dessert wine?" she teased, leaning over to peer at the label on the bottle. "Sorry, that probably sounds silly. I heard it in an old movie once, Grease? One of the common girls was drinking wine while eating some kind of yellow cake called a 'twinkie'."

"You´re adorable, you know that?" Dani was aware that they´ve had this conversation before, but she didn´t mind. She´d rarely ever met anyone as adorable as Marley and just watching her ramble about random stuff made her feel all fuzzy and warm inside. "I´m not sure if it´s a dessert wine, but it tastes good." She then chuckled as she picked up the bottle and opened it, pouring some of the wine into the glasses she had brought before handing on to Marley. "I´m glad we´re doing this," She then smiled, holding up her glass. "To the stars who listen, and to the dreams that are answered." She laughed. "Totally stole that one from a book, now we´re even."

"Fair enough," Marley chuckled, holding up her glass to clink to Dani's before taking a sip. "If it's any consolation, I think that quote is beautiful." She smiled warmly as she cut into her cinnamon bun. This was exactly what she needed tonight - a break from the drama, from her responsibilities both chosen and forced upon her, from the lack of control she seemed to have over everything around her. Tonight, she could just be the girl beside Dani, enjoying her company and that of the stars. "Okay, this is very important - what is your favorite constellation?" she asked, moving to face Dani better as she continued to pick away at her cinnamon roll. "Bonus points if you get to point it out in the sky!"

Dani let out a small chuckle. „It really is a beautiful quote,“ which was why she had remembered it and why it made her think of Marley. She took a sip of the wine and then picked up the cinnamon bun to take a bite. „Ok. These are heavenly,“ She then grinned before tilting her head up towards the sky. „Okay, this isn’t nearly as romantic, but I’ve always loved Orion, but my favorite thing to look for was Orion’s Belt,“ she chuckled. „We learned about it in school as a kid and it was something I could spot from the orphanages rooftop. How about you?“ Dani then added, glancing over at Marley.

"Orion's belt, classic." Marley chuckled, looking up toward the sky with her. With question turned back on her though, she looked thoughtful, biting her lip as she took in the pinprick lights above. "Andromeda," she finally decided. "Now mind you, her story is not the greatest. She's known best as the 'chained woman' in the sky. The mythos behind her is that her father Cepheus and mother Cassiopeia had her chained to the side of this rock on the coast as a sacrifice to appease the god Neptune. Andromeda's mother was really vain and made all of these snooty remarks about being better than Juno, queen of the gods, and... well, anyway, she's left there to atone for the sins of her mother, veritable bait for this sea monster that Neptune sets loose on them. She gets rescued later on by Perseus but honestly that's the least interesting thing about her story." She fell silent for a moment, her expression sobering a bit. "I just think it takes an awfully strong person to take on what others deserve, even when it means pain or worse for them," she murmured, then quickly shook her head. "That took a depressing turn, sorry." She chuckled again. "Maybe we should talk about something lighter."

Dani rested her head on her knees as she listened to Marley. She had heard the story before, but there was something different to it when Marley told it. And maybe it was more real that she had always thought. With magic being a thing, why shouldn’t all the stories from Greek mythology not be true. „No. you’re right. She sounds like a strong woman,“ Dani then smiled as she reached out with her free hand to grab Marley’s hand and intertwine their fingers. „You know. I’m glad we get to do this, go on an actual date,“ She then smiled, bringing Marley’s fingers up to her lips, kissing them. „And just so we can get this out of the way, and I don’t need to put a label on it or anything but...I like the sound of telling people you’re my girlfriend.“ she couldn’t quite hide the grin that spread over her face and damn, she really hadn’t felt this way in a long time. „Only if that’s cool with you,“

Dani's admission had Marley's heart swelling in her chest, but it was hard not to notice the apprehension that accompanied it. The last time someone had wanted to 'go public' about being with her... well, the whole situation had been a mess for a variety of reasons. Even now, no matter her circumstances, relationships seemed to be messy, romantic or not. It was unavoidable. And maybe that was all the more reason to be okay with it and just... be together. Dani wasn't those boys she'd dated before (she wasn't even a boy) and aside from that surprise kiss back at New Year's, she'd been nothing but kind and patient towards her. No pressure. 'Oh hell, you're already labeled a rebel by the rest of the fae and you've pissed off other people enough to not give a damn anymore. Just say yes!' she thought, her own smile warming. "I'd be okay with that," she agreed, heart hammering nervously in her chest. But really, with everything she'd seen and experienced in the last few years, was there really anything left to be scared of?

Dani‘s last relationship had failed spectacularly and really, she had never been good at staying in one place, but now that she was forced to stay at NYADA she had time to let this relationship with Marley develop. And the truth was: even if she didn’t have to stay she’d stay for Marley. Dani could feel herself blushing at that thought as she pulled the other woman in for a kiss, letting her eyes fall shut for a moment. „Good.“ She then replied. „Great even.“ Once she had pulled back her lips were still curved into a smile. „You taste like cinnamon,“ She then told Marley as she picked up her wine glass to take a sip. „You know...I came here swearing I wouldn’t let anyone close. And now look at me. I’ve got friends. And you just...slipped right past that wall I built up. Effortlessly. It’s like...“ Dani let out a laugh. „...it’s like magic.“

That got another laugh out of Marley. "Magic... that must be what it feels like for-" She stopped herself before saying the word 'humans'. Her relationship with them, with commons, seemed ever-changing, and rarely in a positive trend of a direction. She let that go in favor of focusing on Dani's sentiments instead. "I know what you mean though. I was so upset about coming here originally... I guess some days I still am a little upset, but for different reasons. Anyway, I was bound and determined that I would stick to myself, focus on my end goal of getting out of here. But people were so unexpectedly kind to me... some of them were cruel, mind you, but a lot of them were nice. I ended up making friends with people I never would've expected. Done things I never thought I'd do. Changed in ways I never thought possible." She smiled softly, reaching up to brush Dani's hair away from her face, letting her fingertips linger as they brushed through the tendrils. "My life never became any less complicated but I was a lot less alone."

Dani nodded slightly. „I know exactly what you mean,“ She’d never let anyone close, had always worried and dealt with her problems alone, but now she wasn’t alone, and while there was still a lot that she kept to herself having the possibility to talk to someone seemed nice. When Marley touched her cheek Dani turned her head, pressing her lips to the other woman’s fingertips. „You know. Of all the magic I’ve ever seen or felt, this,“ she gestured between them. „Is my favorite kind,“Dani’s lips curved into a smile and she eventually leaned in, pressing her lips against Marleys. She tasted like cinnamon and wine and Dani couldn’t help but think that, if Amortentia existed, hers would smell like exactly that. Cinnamon and wine.May 24, 2018

Marley could've pointed out how cliche that phrase technically was but what was the point when she felt it too? So she just let her chuckle die at the back of her throat as Dani leaned back in to kiss her again. She wanted nothing more than to stow away everything about their moment there on the rooftop to the deep recesses of her mind, to call back to whenever things at NYADA went haywire or she felt discouraged or alone. There was just something incredibly uplifting about knowing that Dani was there on and by her side. She lost track of the kisses until realizing she hadn't even shown off her surprise yet. "Oh! You wanna see something cool?" she asked, a little short of breath as she pulled back.

There was something about Marley that made it all seem so easy. That made Dani forget about everything bad that had ever happened to her, even if it would only last for a moment. It almost felt like Marley was becoming her safe place and somewhere, deep down, she knew this was dangerous, to make someone, a person, her safe place, but it was like she had no choice in the matter whatsoever. And she didn´t mind as much as she should have. When they finally pulled apart she was grinning widely, nodding as Marley spoke. "Yeah, sure." She replied, a little out of breath.

Marley beamed and disentangled herself from Dani to cross the roof to the nearest potted plant. She bent down and whispered, "<<Give it a glow.>>" One by one, the tightly wound buds of each plant unfurled into white blooms which appeared luminescent under the light of the moon. They added to the ambiance in a way that felt uniquely like her. And while those flowers had once provoked a rise of shame and embarrassment in her, now they just made her smile. They had better memories attached to them nowadays. "Moon flowers," she explained as she came to sit back down with Dani, her eyes dancing with the light provided by their plant friends. "Normally they bloom under the light of the moon but I wanted to surprise you so I asked them nicely to wait."

Dani waited for Marley to get whatever she had planned going and when she finally saw what the other had planned she couldn´t hide the awe on her face. The plants that started to glow were absolutely beautiful and Dani couldn´t quite help the way she teared up at the gesture. It was probably the most romantic, and also the sweetest, thing anyone had ever done for her and she bit her lip as she reached out for Marley´s hand, tangling their fingers together. "They´re beautiful." She then whispered. "Wait...you asked them?" She then returned with a smile turning to look at the plants. "Well, tell them thank you. This is perfect,"

“Plant talker,” Marley confirmed with a small chuckle, leaning over to press a kiss to her temple as she squeezed her hand. It seemed so silly now that there could’ve ever been something negative attached to her memories of moon flowers when tonight was just so damn perfect and beautiful. Maybe the moon flowers weren’t cursed after all. Maybe she was finally getting something right. “I can tell them later. Right now, all I wanna talk to and think about is you... and these amazing cinnamon rolls.”

There was something about this that made Dani´s stomach flutter. She was learning more and more things about Marley and that made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. They were getting closer and closer and she wasn´t even minding, in fact she was welcoming the growth in their relationship, something she hadn´t thought was possible with anyone when she had come to NYADA. Her lips curved into a smile and she picked up a cinnamon roll, holding it out for Marley to take a bite. "You know, that sounds like the best thing I´ve heard all week."

#para #shiftingdani #perfect is a rooftop with the stars and you #//this was started in freaking april #//laura you are a trooper and ily xD

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sakuurae · 7 years

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hello!! i absolutely adore your style of writing! i was wondering if you could do drabble #28 with jaehyun?

prompt: “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

pairing: jaehyun & reader insertincludes: fluff/light angst || childhood friends!AUwc: 2.2knote: ahhh, how i miss writing fluff ;; i hope you enjoy this ^~^

It felt like an unspoken rule for childhood friends to not fall in love with each other.

The closeness was not only perceptible, but hopelessly intangible. Along the way it was bound that either one were to like each other; though, there were always consequences, the worst being that the friendship was disrupted if either were to fall.

A shattered closeness was what Jaehyun had feared the most with you. After all, you and Jaehyun had known each other since you were six. It all started when you were a fresh face in the sea of strangers. You would call yourself lucky to be neighbors with the Jung family, for everything else became history.

He approached you one winter day as you were lost, walking to the new school, and he greeted you with an effervescent grin. Out of all the factors in the world that had to ability to create warmth, his smile happened to be the greatest. There were gentle twinkles in his two orbs like distant stars, peachy hues painted on his cheeks as his eyes crinkled to two crescent moons when he grinned—and his expression is still the same to this day. Always warm, always making you feel like home, even after the twelve years of being close friends.

Jaehyun had witnessed countless relationships come and go with you, and he tended to be by your side no matter what; likewise with him. There was a special way you comforted Jaehyun; more than a soft hand rubbing on his back or whispers of assurances, but your mere presence alone gave him the notion that everything was going to be okay.

Why? Because Jaehyun still had you.

Each and every time you lingered by Jaehyun’s side the friendship had strengthened, but only recently had he realized something else. From the contemporary scenes that started to unfold, the more Jaehyun spent by your side the quicker he realized his feelings for you.

And as if it was an unspoken rule, he kept it to himself.Well, until this evening.

During these past two weeks you noticed Jaehyun’s distance that he purposely created between you two. He stopped walking you to the bus stop for your early morning commute, quit meeting up with you every other day for lunch, and the texts became sparse like a severed thread. It seemed like the thin line that held your friendship with Jaehyun together had withered to nothing, and it ate your being alive.

You tried to sort out everything you had done wrong—if you did commit any wrongdoings—but nothing of the sort rose to your mind. Typically in situations like these Jaehyun refuses to talk civilly about the topic, but this time it felt absolutely crucial. Your friendship was on the line, and it made you feel like the ocean was engulfing your being from rendering unable to do much.

You were walking home on the way from work, just hopped off the grimy bus, and allowed the setting sun to beat down at your skin. Wandering eyes took in your surroundings and your lips pursed into a pout. It seemed impossible to figure out what you had done wrong to Jaehyun, and it felt like the reason was to forever be lost in the oblivion.

Amidst trudging on the sidewalks, you see a familiar back of a head pop out prominently among the sea of separated individuals; it was none other than Jung Jaehyun. You clenched your fists and bit on the outline of your lip, hesitant to run to him as if nothing had disrupted the serenity of the milieu to begin with. Acting impulsively, you began to dash towards him.

“Jae!” you yelled out to him, the boom of your voice catching attention of drained passerby. You noticed the way Jaehyun had turned his head over his shoulder out of curiosity, but you especially caught the look of peril that became evident in his eyes when he rendered it was you.

His head turned away and he kicked up his pace, unwilling to face you like a grown adult.

You groaned and called out to him again, “Jae!”

It took a short while, but you were finally by his side, a grip tight around his sleeve like you were a petulant child. Catching your breath, Jaehyun gawked at you past the blanket of his lashes and averted his gaze away. Obviously, he was equally surprised as you. The last time you had made yourself horribly close to him he realized his heavy feelings for you, hitting him like a freight train.

Jaehyun felt his insides heat up, his heart skip many beats the longer your grip was around his wrist—the closer you became. He took a step back, the back of his hand flying to his face to shield his discomfort. Peachy pink began to tinge at his ears, signaling an embarrassment, and he ached to free himself from the situation. So, he swatted his arm out of your grasp.

Your eyebrows crossed together in a frustrated fashion as you registered his brash action. “Jaehyun…” you mumbled.

“God,” he muttered. “Sorry.”

You rolled your eyes, stomping childishly. “Jaehyun, seriously.”

Strangers that strolled by stared at the spectacle you were creating with Jaehyun; it would be a smarter choice to not confront him in public, but this was the only chance you had retrieved within two arduous weeks and you were unwilling to let it slip away.

Jaehyun took a step back, his head turning every which direcion as he searched for a distraction—any of the sort whether it be running dogs or children bouncing with jocularity.

“I need you to talk to me,” you ordered. “We’re adults and you’ve been ignoring me for two weeks—did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Jaehyun’s eyes widened. “N-notice?” he repeated, now entering a deadlock from your word. What was it that you possibly noticed? Did he make his feelings for you too obvious? Was it too out in the open?

“Yes, notice your distance away from me?” you confirmed.

Jaehyun sighed in relief and it made you grumble. What was his sigh for? You raked an angry hand through your hair and groaned. “I want to know what I did wrong, seriously. You can’t ignore me and expect me to find out—because I don’t know what I did wrong!”

He listened to your words pour from your lips, stunning him immensely. The wrong intention was the last thing he wanted you to feel, and he began to feel himself weigh down like no other; hell, it was worse than his unspoken feelings for you. “You didn’t do anything,” he told you bitterly.

“Jae,” you called softly. “Tell me the truth.”

But there was no response. You craved an elaboration; it was an itch you felt under your skin that you wanted to be satisfied, but he would not take another step to revealing the truth.

Pouting, you felt yourself tear up. “Jaehyun, did I do something wrong?”

He finally turned his head to face you, but the response died on his tongue as he noticed the sadness that sketched on your face. His heart strings were tugged in the wrong way, as if a devil was playing with the fragility of it, and he released another heavy breath. “You didn’t,” he whispered.

You laughed, forced and uneasy. “Then why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not avoiding you!” he spat out, waving his two hands in the air to dismiss the severity of the moment. “I just—um.”

You took a step closer, shutting out the proximity he insisted on creating. “What is it?”

Once again, no reply. “Seriously,” you began, “if this is over something stupid again I’m going to flip my shit at you. Did I forget to pick you up at work, or make you pay for too much?”

“No!” he denied. “It isn’t that childish.”

“Then what is it?”

Jaehyun gulped, his thumbs twiddling together as his eyes continued to bat. “I-it is a little stupid.”

“Really, Jae?” You cocked an eyebrow upwards, scrutinizing every detail of his being. From the way sweat accumulated on his forehead to the manner his voice began to get shaky. It all felt substantial to him, but you were in a state of refusal to see it.

Jaehyun nodded, terrified of your upcoming response. “Yeah, it is. Cause… um.”

“Just say it!” you belted, swatting a hand on his arm. “I need to know what I did wrong, okay? Whether it’s big or small, I have to know. We’re friends, remember? We’ve been friends for our whole lives and you find yourself unable to tell something to me because… why?”

Jaehyun choked on a sob from your statement. Friends, that word was poison to his ears and it had never sounded so rebarbative to him in his life. It was the title he shared with you and he absolutely despised it, because he wanted something more—but the silly friendship was not a step into a love, but a gargantuan barrier that only grew.

“I don’t want to be friends anymore, (y/n). I want you to listen to me,” Jaehyun confessed. His gaze was piercing right through your own, his eyebrows coming together sternly to amplify the weight of the moment.

Your lips parted; that time, it felt like your turn to be afraid. “W-what? What did I do wrong?”

“It’s not what you did wrong,” he fixed. “It’s what I did wrong—and it was me falling for you.”

“Jae—”

“(y/n),” he breathed uneasily, cutting off your words, “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

Your eyes blew wide at his confession, astonished to the core. With parted lips an answer rested in between the gap, but it was unable to release itself from the knot of diffidence. It flowed from his lips so easily, like a pouring waterfall that never ceased, and he only knew how to keep going.

“We’re friends, I know that,” he continued. “But I truly, deeply love you. And… I think I have loved you for a long while by now—I only realized it two weeks ago. You were pouting, hanging on my sleeve like you always did, but I felt a stir of emotions that made me want to be closer to you. Not like, friendship wise, but physically. I wanted to hold you, embrace you, and pepper kisses all over your face, but I couldn’t.

“Because we’re friends, like you always say. We’re friends so I should tell you everything—but I couldn’t tell this to you as easily. They say when two members of the opposite sex are as close as we are it would be impossible for feeling to not develop. I never believed in it, not until it happened—because, (y/n), I love you.

“I was scared our friendship would be disturbed. Like you said, we have known each other for years and… I just… I don’t want anything to be ruined.”

Jaehyun blinked a few times before continuing, registering the look of shock that crossed your face. “And judging from your expression,” he completed, “it seemed as if I ruined everything.”

You stuttered, unable to fathom the situation. Your expectations did not include this; for some reason, you wanted to hear everything but the truth. Your childhood friend, Jaehyun, had a plethora of admirable feelings for you—feelings that you were unable to return. Honestly, you never thought about loving Jaehyun the way he loved you—it never crossed your mind, and now that it had you were lodged at a crossroads on what to do.

“I-I’m sorry,” he uttered.

You shook your head, ready to grip around his sleeve, but you retracted your hand back. “You don’t have to be sorry,” you informed. “It’s how you feel and you can’t help it. It’s just that… I don’t love you back.”

Jaehyun swallowed his breath uneasily, your words hitting him like a freight train.

You continued, forcing a smile to tug at your lips. “We’ve been friends for far too long and I don’t want to try out a relationship with you, only to have our history be ruined in the end. And even if we were, I want to love you with my whole heart. Unfortunately… I don’t feel anything of the sort for you, Jae. And I’m sorry.”

Jaehyun grinned, shaky and broken—an action he always did to trick his emotions. “It’s okay, you really don’t have to apologize. I-it’s how you feel after all,” he returned your words back. “We can still be friends—act like this didn’t happen.”

You scratched the back of your neck, beating around the busy. “That’s fine. I can meet you tomorrow morning before we go to the bus stop and all.”

“Yeah!” Jaehyun gleefully agreed, but there was still hints of sadness that wrapped around his tone. “That sounds great.” He began to take a few steps back, the itch to free himself from the situation overcoming him. “I’ll meet you tomorrow.”

You started to step closer to him, but he only fleed from you. “Jaehyun, wait.”

“Tomorrow!” He beamed. “Like friends.”

“…Like friends,” you repeated.

Jaehyun nodded his head eagerly and started to dash back home, leaving you with your own penumbra to accompany you in the setting sun. You watched him dash away from you, unsure on how to feel. Right, it was not regret you felt nor love.

Though, watching Jaehyun walk away from you was like witnessing the years of friendship constructed to a perfect harmony slip from your hands.

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