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Hits Different (...'cause it's you) (2)
 I trace the evidence, make it make some sense Why the wound is still bleedin' 
PAIRING: kim mingyu x reader
SYNOPSIS: Kim Mingyu was the first friend your brother had brought home for dinner. Fast forward a couple years, his toothy smile and pierced ears would wedge their way into a permanent place in your heart. Nail to a coffin, never to escape.
or;
in which you get rejected by the only boy you've ever loved; a rejection you can't quite shake off.
GENRES: based off of 'Hits Different' by Taylor Swift, brother's best friend!au, brother!seokmin, fluff, angst, smut (in part 2) [MINORS DNI], friends(?) to lovers, university!au.
PLAYLIST: right here!
WORD COUNT (full fic): 40k (im actually embarrassed)
Part 1: 20.2k | Part 2: 20k
masterlist
WARNINGS : slowburn, angst, fluff, mingyus a bit of an airhead and an ass, reader has a hard time managing her feelings, lots of frustrated tears, one sided pining, user toruro x minghao make an appearance, swearing, there's another woman (gasp,,,,,but shes cool so), Nayeon is a darling, Seungcheol is kinda annoying here but we love him, smut, making out, breast play, fingering (f. receiving), p in v sex (protected + unprotected), oral (f. receiving) uhhhh i think that's it lmk tho
[A/N]: Part 2 !! shit goes down in this one so be prepared ig lmao. thank you for the love on part 1, i hope you enjoy the finale too hehe
For the third time this week, you wish you could squeeze your brotherâs brains with your own two hands and watch it explode like a grape without legal repercussions. Or parental ones.Â
You slam your phone down on the counter after you end your conversation with him, frustrated as you watch the empty shelf where you left your dinner for today in the fridge last night, and the other green box that was actually your brothers. Refusing to eat the dry PB&J he usually packs for himself, you slam the fridge door shut, trudging out the door to leave for work, thoroughly annoyed at the prospect of needing to eat out.Â
Itâs gone forgotten for most of the day, that is until the clock hits eight and you feel your stomach grumble, immediately putting you in a sour mood as you remember you couldnât enjoy your pasta because your brother was enjoying your pasta. You only had another hour left, supposing you could wait till you get home to make dinner yourself, not feeling the burger joint across the street in the slightest. Eating a moonpie to satiate yourself for the time being, you go back to stocking the shelves for the new LP shipment, making a vague mental note to ask Mingyu if Jia liked the gift he picked out a couple weeks ago.Â
Your opportunity arises almost automatically as you walk over to greet whoever came in, abandoning the opened box of bubble wrapped LPs as you hear the bell chime softly at the front of the store. Â
Mingyu was here (again), hands occupied with a bag, looking relieved to find you emerging from the shelves.Â
âOh, youâre here. I was afraid you left already,â he says, smiling slightly.Â
âWouldâve been closed if I did.â You nudge your head towards the clearly unlocked door, donning the neon open sign.Â
He looks a little dumb, turning to look at the door. âOh. Right.â
You canât help but smile a little. âCaught me at a good time though, I was just about to start wrapping up here.âÂ
He suddenly looks like heâs reminded of what heâs come here for, placing the bag on the desk next to him. âSeok told me to drop this off for you, he said itâs food.âÂ
Snorting, you take a look at the inside to find takeout from your favourite pasta place, which also happens to be your most expensive favourite pasta place. Seokmin felt bad enough to spend extra dollars on your dinner tonight, you guessed you could forgive him.Â
You sigh as you speak. âAnd you strike as his errand boy yet again, sorry heâs been making you do all this.âÂ
âDid he piss you off?â Mingyu asks.
âHm? Heâs been pissing me off all week, this is him trying to get on my good side before I spit in his coffee.âÂ
He laughs at that, a toothy smile that has your stomach lurching. The flashback was brief but vivid all the same, his grin triggering a long forgotten memory. You could almost see the black studs in his ears again, his bangs falling in chunks on his forehead, his face turning into the boyish sixteen year old recollection on your kitchen counter, drinking cans of Monster and helping you lie to your mom.Â
âExplains why he was ready to drop that much on a bowl of pasta.âÂ
âHey, itâs good.âÂ
âI donât doubt it.â He grins, âIâm gonna leave your pasta in your loving embrace, I have to feed my car now. Been putting it off till payday.â
âOh, right. Thanks for dropping this off though, appreciate it.â You offer him a tight lipped smile. One that he returns, canines almost glinting in the light (but thatâs just you).Â
âNo worries, Iâll see ya around.â You donât remember what you were meant to ask him until heâs long jingled the glass door shut, walking to his parked car. You supposed it could wait, Jia wouldâve liked anything he got her. You could ask him later, not wanting to have him turn around to answer the obvious question.Â
The opportunity does not arise as easily as it did this time, a couple weeks passing in relative uneventful indifference, slow days at the store and nights in seven days a week. You were starting to wish youâd taken summer classes while you were stuck here anyway, the mundane days pushing you to believe youâd rather be busy than inexplicably bored. Itâs not until your brother has a near mental breakdown from only having a sister as his main recreational contact that thereâs a change.Â
Mingyu sits on your couches in the dark, useless blanket thrown over his torso as both of his sock clad feet hang out in the air. To be fair, nobodyâs looking at anybody as the eyes remain on yet another unnecessary explosion on the screen. You vaguely wonder how the ship hasnât sunk yet.Â
âWhat the fuck do you mean heâs been alive this whole time?â Seokmin utters, voice thick with the entire stick of butter he stuck into his bowl of popcorn.Â
âWho funded this?â Mingyu mumbles from the other end, a deep frown etched on his face.Â
âThe people who funded the other three monstrosities.â You roll your eyes, inching your way into a sitting position, the ache making its way into the crick of your neck.Â
âThereâs more?!â The prospect had Mingyu hurtling into a sitting position, but not without his own set of winces as he feels the bones cracking and muscles aching. His hair is a mess, his hoodie nearly backwards, and you canât help but laugh at the mildly confused and bewildered expression he has on.Â
âYeah, you wanna watch those too?â you ask through giggles.
Glancing at the final pub scene thatâs playing on the TV, he's quick to mumble, âFuck, no.âÂ
âI havenât watched a real shitty movie in a while.â Seokmin groans as itâs his turn to stretch. âThis was fun. Hollywoodâs back.âÂ
Both you and Mingyu pointedly ignore his statement, your own mind debating whether you wanted to watch another movie. Itâs not until you look up to see Mingyu doing something on his phone that you remember what you wanted to ask him.Â
âHey, Mingyu, did â Seokmin!â Your brotherâs decided to begin his aerial stretches, touching his toes and cracking his back. You shift your head wildly to get a gap through his restless movements, eventually giving up finding Mingyu. He could hear you. âDid you â ugh â did you get to give Jia her present?âÂ
You arenât sure what it is, but the way the question has Seok landing on his heels mid tip toe stretch and how Mingyuâs eyebrows shoot up, you donât doubt youâve touched on something sensitive. Thereâs a part of you that wonders if itâs too late to take it back when both boys make eye contact with each other, but your brother beats you to it.Â
âI, uhâŚforgot to tell her,â he lowtones.Â
You look to your brother and then to Mingyu.Â
âWe broke up.â
Oh.
âOh.â
âYeah.â Mingyu smiles a little awkwardly, and Seok makes a strangled sound that may have been a laugh of his own. Or a cough, you arenât too sure. âButâŚshe did like the present, when I gave it to her anyway.â
âOh, thatâsâŚthatâs good,â you manage, not knowing what to say. âSorry that happened thoughâŚsucks.âÂ
âShe ended itââ that has your own brows shooting up in disbelief. Kim Mingyu got dumped? ââover the phone, she decided she wanted to stay home for a while to figure out what she wanted to do. Uni wasnât cutting it for her hereâŚâÂ
âI mean, good for her, I guess. Hope youâre doing okay, though.â
He blows air out of his cheeks, scratching his neck. âI mean, weâre fine. Ended it on good terms.âÂ
Seokminâs still standing awkwardly staring at the still running ending credits for something to do. âShould we get food?âÂ
âI donât know, are you hungry?â Mingyu asks.
âHow is the heartburn not getting to you yet? You basically emptied the countryâs dairy reserves in a single popcorn serving,â you grumble.Â
âDonât underestimate my ingestional abilities,â he retorts.
Mingyu stares for a moment. âArenât you lactose intoletrant or something?â
Seokmin turns to him, mouth open as he points his finger, âYou know, I might be.âÂ
âNo you arenât, if you were lactose intolerant then Iâd be lactose intolerant,â you shoot.Â
âExplain the empty can of air freshener in the bathroom after queso and chips?âÂ
âHave you considered during queso and chips that queso is a dip and not an optional beverage?âÂ
Mingyuâs cutting between you two before you can go on with your bickering, afraid heâd have to physically peel you off of each other if it goes on, âLetâs just go to a drive thru, you can get your lactose orâŚnon lactose options however you like.âÂ
Thatâs how youâre shoved into the backseat of Mingyuâs car, Seokmin fiddling with the GPS to find the nearest McDonalds.Â
âHow do you not know where the nearest McDonaldâs is, you live here,â Mingyu hisses as he takes his fourth right turn in a row.
âWe always just order in, who sits in a car and goes to McDonalds.â
âUs apparently,â you lowtone to Mingyu from the back, picking at a crusty flower that you found in between the seats. They ignore you.Â
âOkay, I think itâs this one. Dude, get a new GPS, this one responds after fifty years, of course itâs gonna take this long.âÂ
Their own bickering is starting to zone out into a buzz in your ears as you stare at a patch of leather behind Mingyuâs seat. You vaguely considered that youâre falling asleep.Â
The streetlight has other plans, however, when you sense something glinting in the sudden light underneath the seat. Your interest is piqued, moving forward to see what it was. Mingyu senses you shifting and asks you what youâre doing.Â
You donât answer him as you shuffle around to catch sight of it again. And then you see it, a tiny necklace on the slightly dirty mat, a circle charm with a single âJâ in the center. You arenât sure why you froze at the sight, the gold glinting prettily even in the dark. Leaving it there, you emerge from under the seat, trying to seem nonchalant.Â
âNothing. Thought I saw something.â
Mingyuâs common occurrence in the bookstore is starting to concern you, never catching him as the type to read something other than the occasional bad riddles on the back of a cereal box. You stand corrected however, as you find yourself trying to find a hardcover for him on the computer system, mumbling incoherently.
âNever knew you read.âÂ
âWell, now you do. This oneâs really good though, you should read it too.â He notes, motioning towards the paperback version he brought with him for the book heâs finding.Â
You snort at his suggestion. âHave you realised this is one of the most popular books in its genre right now? Hard to find someone who hasnât read it.â
He frowns at the revelation, âOh. None of my friends read it.â
Seokmin hasnât opened a book for recreational purposes since he was twelve. As for his other friendsâŚthey didnât exactly seem like the smart type either. You get up to move to the shelf the computerâs indicated, trying to walk off your annoyance at a particular memory before it begins to show. Mingyu follows you in your pursuit to find his book, skimming the shelves himself as he strolled behind you.Â
âOh, right, howâs that exhibition thing going? Forgot to ask about it,â you ask as you spot the box of the hardcovers at the top of the shelf. You grab the ladder that rests near the wall as he answers.
âItâs going pretty good, nearly done. I just need to send the final pieces over â whatâre you doing?âÂ
You grunt as you begin to climb up the metal ladder, trying to get to the box. âGetting your book, genius.â
âWaitââ He moves to grab the ladder at the base as he watches you step higher. âGet down! Iâll go up instead.âÂ
âYou get cold feet at the bottom of an escalator, be serious, Mingyu,â you grunt as you pull the box towards yourself, the ladder shaking with the force it takes, and it has Mingyu gripping the metal tighter. You pull the familiar cover out before closing the box back up. âThere.â
âWhy would you keep supposed bestsellers there, isnât this like, in demand?â He grumbles as he continues to hold the ladder as you climb back down.Â
âRan out. Need to restock them at the front, but Iâll do that tomorrow.â You huff as you jump the last step, earning a loud yelp from Mingyu.Â
âChill out,â you chuckle as he puts the ladder away. âOkay, do you want me to look at anything else for you?â
âWhat would you recommend for my next imaginary adventure?â he asks as he picks out a random book from the shelf, trying to find the blurb.Â
âNot that one.â You scrunch your nose at the sight.
âThis one I know is popular. Whatâs wrong with it?â He chuckles as he puts it back.
âDonât believe everything you see on the internet,â you call out as you walk back to the front.
âAnd believe you instead?âÂ
Oh, you wish.
Picking up your current read from the front of the store, you wait for him to reach the end of the opening where you stand to hand it to him.Â
âYou can decide that for yourself. Havenât finished it yet, but it looks super promising. Try it out if you want.âÂ
He barely looks over the glistening title before handing it back to you, and you nearly assume he didnât want it.Â
âRing both of them up,â he says, and then with a pause he continues, âAnd anything else you think is good too, I donât really care.âÂ
Deciding youâd test the waters with this first recommendation, you only cash him in for two. He doesnât question it as you do your job behind the desk, making casual conversation as he waits for you to find the right barcode.Â
âHow far are you with that one?âÂ
âThe one I gave you? Just touched chapter 20, I think.âÂ
He only hums in response as he pays, grabbing the bag that you push towards him.Â
âLet me know how you like it,â you comment before he begins to turn to leave.Â
ââCourse.â He grins, and you can't help but grin right back. He leaves you in the store with a slight heat coming up to your cheeks, and a wad of gum in your mouth to keep your stomach in check.Â
By the time the next day rolls around, itâs been nearly 24 hours before you hear from him again, his contact seemingly only ever gracing you within the walls of the bookstore â except he isnât physically here. Mingyu texts you, and you nearly fall out of your chair at the sight of his name on your phone.Â
Itâs near embarrassing how quickly you pick up your phone, passcode going wrong once, twice, thriceâŚyou decide itâs the top five worst times your phoneâs refused face ID. Youâre slamming your fingers onto the screen harder than you should, watching the warp in the pixels at the pressure. By the time it does open its secrets for you, the annoyance has settled. Not at him though.Â
[Mingyu]: hey [Mingyu]: i got to chap 20 [You]: what [You]: how [Mingyu]: started reading when i got home [Mingyu]: and then i got to 20 [Mingyu]: i think i pulled an all nighter [You]: you think? [You]: was it that good [Mingyu]: couldnt put it down [Mingyu]: i wanna talk about it but my eyes are closing [You]: you know where to find me when you wake up
The typing ellipses donât pop up after that, and you assume for the better that heâs succumbed to his afternoon drowsiness. If he was serious about that all nighter (which you donât doubt, no way he couldâve plowed through twenty chapters and gotten any sleep), you assume heâll be knocked out for at least the rest of the afternoon.Â
Smiling to yourself at the thought of him wanting to text you about your matching achievements (and actively pushing your mind away from the blessed image of a napping Mingyu), you find yourself scrolling up the conversation, trying to remember the last time Mingyu had texted. That was easy to find out as the short scroll past the sparing details from your photography adventures landed you straight into late last year, a sparse conversation regarding your brotherâs whereabouts when he wouldnât answer his phone.Â
You remembered the conversation. As mundane and ordinary as it was, it was difficult to forget the way your hands were shaking as you typed your one word replies, how your breathing was coming out uneven at a mere text back. You could argue there was less of that this time round, proud of yourself for learning to control your emotions better.Â
Thereâs a train of thought that leads you to every recent interaction youâve had with him. The conversations where you could look him in the eye, your relative indifference when he would show up unannounced, the disappearance of the wad of emotions in your stomach at the mere mention of his name.Â
The latter may be slightly untrue, but you can't help but note how the ounces of fear within the concoction is gone. You were never quite sure what it was that you were so afraid of, perhaps the fateful night at Seungcheolâs party had answered that question for you, but still.Â
âSeokâs not the type to beat me up if I dated his sister. And besidesâŚâ He sighs, halting his words.
âBesides what?â Somebody chimes in.
âIâm not interested in going after someone whoâs chased my tail for the past fifteen years.â
Despite telling yourself it was the alcohol talking, maybe even a couple puffs of whatever â the mild disappointment remains. Thinking about the weeks following that, the moping and the hurt, you almost donât blame Mika for acting the way that she did.Â
Your brother had always been oblivious to all the frolicking in your heart that would ignite as Mingyu would enter the room, and for over a decade at that. And yet, it was during those weeks that he had noticed you acting like you had been dumped, asking you what on earth was wrong with you.Â
âDid somebody say something to you?â he asks.
âHuh?â you frown, annoyed at the way he's planted himself directly in front of the cabinet that held your beloved moonpies.Â
âYouâre acting like youâve been rejected by the love of your life. Nayeonâs not telling me anything and youâre being avoidant, what is up with you?â He huffs, hands on his hips.Â
Oh, if only he knew how right he was. But you werenât upset because the love of your life rejected you (anymore, at least), you were upset because he was a public asshole.Â
It takes more coaxing from him to get you to start talking. Itâs easier when he brings out the big guns: âDâyou want me to tell mom?â
You tell him a little, not naming any names, much to his dismay. âSome guy was an ass, something about me being too easy or whatever.âÂ
âYouâre upset because some drunk dude decided to run his mouth?â He scrunches his nose at the thought. âIgnore him, heâs stupid.â
âThanks for the help, Iâm cured,â you deadpan, pushing him aside to get to the gold inside the cabinets.Â
âI could get Mingyu to help me beat him up, I just need a name.â
Oh. You briefly wonder how he'd feel if he had to beat up his best friend.
More than his attempts to sound like a cool older brother, the image of Mingyu beating himself up brings you more amusement than anything else. You crack a smile at the thought.Â
That was months ago, yet you canât seem to forget the hurt. Trying to shake off where your thoughts were taking you, you get up to take a walk around the store for something to do, fixing microscopic displacements on the shelves and wondering if you should restock something, only to realize youâd already done that when you came in, not wanting to whip out the ladder again to restock the ones you'd just landed from. Â
Landing inevitably back behind the counter, you instinctively reach for the book wedged beside the computer. Your outstretched hand stops midway, thinking about how Mingyuâs reached as far as you in the story quite literally overnight. Retracting your hand, you decide youâd wait.Â
The bell chimes signaling a customer, and you find yourself grateful for the distraction.
Itâs nearing 8:30 when you decide you should close early. It was slower than usual today, the few walk-ins leaving without purchases too hefty, rendering you bored in your seat for most of the day. Youâre locking the drawers of the main desk when Mingyu walks in with the familiar tune of the bell chiming, soft smile as he greets you quietly.Â
âHow was your nap?â you ask, trying not to giggle at his still dazed expression.Â
âPretty good, didnât wanna wake up though.â His voice remains relatively coarse, and you donât miss the light indent on his left cheek. Itâs endearing, enough to have you wishing you could cup his face in a loving squish.Â
But you donât.Â
âYou donât say,â you comment. Pointing at your own cheek as you continue, âYou sure you donât wanna take the night off too?âÂ
âFuck,â he whispers as he looks down to fumble for his phone to see for himself in his front camera. The puffiness hasnât gone away entirely, evident when heâs frowning and looking downwards, and the urge to squeeze comes hurtling back.Â
âDid you drive like this?âÂ
âUh, no, I walked.â
âWalked?â You try to comprehend if that was even more dangerous. He only nods. âWhy?â
âWanted to see you.â
It takes effort to not clutch your chest at the way your heart leaps. Kim Mingyu, you bastard.Â
âHad to talk about the book.â
Your voice comes out a little more breathless than youâd like, but you hope his drowsiness skips over it. âYou couldâve texted.â
He pauses as he mulls it over. âI mean, yeahâŚI donât know. I just put my shoes on and came here.â
You decide youâd spare him the brain power and continue your remaining closing duties, talking to him as you move around the store.Â
âWe can take my car to my place, better than getting distracted here.â
He only nods in response. âDo you want any help?âÂ
âNope, just need to turn off the lights and lock the doors. Let me grab my bag.âÂ
By the time youâre home, an XL pizza and drinks in your arms to satiate Mingyuâs post nap ravenous tendencies, you drop down on the couch with a huff. Seokmin hears the ruckus and appears from his room, not wasting time to break on the pizza with Mingyu as you leave to freshen up. By the time you settle with your own slice it seems as though Mingyu has roused himself significantly more than before.Â
âOkay,â you huff as you land on the soft cushioning, âWhat did you think about the book?â
âHard to believe this is her first book, itâs really good.âÂ
âHer world building is amazing, some of the best Iâve read.â
Your back and forth discussion grows increasingly passionate, forgetting the fact that your brother was also right there excluded from the conversation. His head shifts back and forth as the both of you converse, utterly lost. It wouldâve been funny, except neither if you were actually looking at him.Â
He manages to get a word in as one of you pauses for breath. âSince when do you read?âÂ
Mingyu gapes at the question, seemingly trying to find an answer. âRecently.â
âWhy?âÂ
âWhat do you mean why? I just wanted to start reading,â he scoffs in a manner that could be described as exaggerated. If heâs trying to throw Seokmin off his scent, heâs succeeded, as he watches Seokmin get up and announce that he has work to do. That leaves the both of you alone.Â
The conversation takes you into the late hours of the night, Mingyuâs prior nap releasing him from the chains of reasonable sleeping hours as he remains wide awake despite the 3 AM time on the dial. You manage to keep up with him, even when he follows you to the kitchen to brew a coffee.Â
âDo you usually work this hard just to make coffee?â he asks as he watches you discard the used espresso puck.Â
âWe have a bottle of the instant stuff here somewhere for when Iâm lazy,â you explain as you pour the fresh shots into the prepped ice and milk. âDoesnât taste the same though.âÂ
âCoffee is coffee,â he says as he stirs the drink you push towards him.Â
âQuite the contrary. Besides, the instant stuff fucks with my stomach, Iâd rather not.â You take a sip of your coffee, glancing at the sink. âWill say, hate everything I have to wash afterwards.â
âIâll do âem later, gotta pay you back for all the manual labour that went into this thing,â he refers to the latte heâs sipping on currently.Â
âThe appreciation is enough. We can make Seok do them in the morning for being a loser and going to bed early,â you snort. Mingyu laughs at that, the image of Seokmin doing dishes while the both of you sleep in.Â
âYou sure you donât wanna call it a night?â he asks you as you place yourself on the kitchen counter.Â
âIâm having fun, Mingyu, seriously. Iâm off tomorrow too, I donât have to wake up,â you reassure for the nth time.Â
He doesnât reply, only stares up at you from his leaned position. Heâs chewing on his lip, and you find yourself unconsciously chewing at your own, the already raw skin stinging at the abrasion. Mingyuâs hands come up to your face slowly, like he knew it was hurting as he pulls your bottom lip to release it with his thumb.Â
âYouâre gonna bleed,â he whispers. His hand that grasps your chin doesnât move, rough thumb continuing to graze at your lip lightly.Â
âYou never stopped picking at your lips, did you?â he wonders out loud, eyes trained on your mouth.Â
Your own hand comes to lightly grip at his forearm. He remembers your habit, picking at the skin of your lips since near middle school, getting yelled at when you had to excuse yourself from the dinner table when they would bleed.Â
âOld habits die hard.â Your voice is thick despite the gulp you had to take before opening your mouth.Â
It was true, probably too much as you continue to look at his near perfect face. The oldest habit, the hardest to die.Â
Mingyu drops his hand, landing it in your lap, your own hand still gripping his forearm. You arenât sure whatâs going through you as you trail your hand up further, to his wrists, to the dip of his palm, landing on his fingers. You grip his hand, tight this time.Â
âIâm gonna jump,â you whisper, and you feel his grip tighten around yours as he braces to support you off the counter.Â
You face him in silence, contemplating, âItâs hot in here, letâs go back out.â
He watches as you pick your cup off the counter and leave, not waiting for him to follow you. He finds himself trying to take deeper breaths, stalling, but not for long as he joins you back on the couch.
It probably came as a shock to both of you the first time Mingyu announced his leave much earlier in the night, when you stopped him, asking him to stay. It was silent for a few sparing moments as you both absorbed what had come out of your mouth, trying to make sense of it. You found yourself needing to coax him a little more to convince him he wasnât overstaying his visit, that you were having fun. He sits back down, warning you that this was going to be a long night.Â
You donât think you could ever forget the absolute somersault your stomach performed, the after effects leaving you still as a plank.Â
It was a long night indeed. And yet, when you found your eyes closing after a fight, much later on the couch with a large blanket shared between the both of you, Mingyu watches you doze off while leaning on the couch facing him, wishing the night was longer.Â
If you were awake, you probably wouldâve found yourself agreeing.
Thereâs a lot Mingyu has to learn about himself. Heâs reminded of the fact nearly everyday. Especially right now as Seokmin runs his mouth sitting with him at a secluded booth in some bar.Â
They had company, a couple guys joining them for dinner before leaving not too long after. That left him and a slightly tipsy Seokmin alone, whoâs currently munching on a platter of crackers in front of him. He was bright enough, the energy from the others keeping him going as they played their drinking games and ate their obnoxious amounts of food. It was alot more somber with only the both of them left, his mood deflating as their friends slowly dwindled in number. That wasnât about to stop him from ordering another beer though.Â
âSummerâs so boring,â he grumbles in dejection, flicking a stray crumb off the table.Â
âYou chose to stay here,â Mingyu replies.Â
Seokmin doesnât answer him, but continues to look like a kicked puppy, a slight pout forming on his face.Â
Mingyu fights the urge to scoff, âYou canât possibly be this upset about summer being depressing.âÂ
âItâs not about that.âÂ
Mingyu takes a swig of his own drink before sighing loudly, âWhatâs this about then?â
Seokmin says your name, and Mingyu is suddenly very interested. âShe just seems to be doing a lot better since she started working at the bookstore.â
âBetter?â
 âShe told me about this guy a couple months ago.â
Mingyuâs trying really hard to not look visibly deflated, not that Seokmin would notice considering his state, but he attempts to sound nonchalant regardless. âDo we know him?â
âI â no, thatâs not,â he huffs in exasperation, âShe said she overheard him, basically calling her easy.â
âEasy?â
âI donât know, something about her chasing his tail or whatever, she wonât tell me who it is. She hadnât been doing too great recently and Iâm pretty sure it was because of him.âÂ
It is dawning on Mingyu, embarrassingly slowly, that the guy Seokmin is talking about â may be him.Â
His voice is hoarse, a little frantic. âAnd sheâs doing better, you said?â
âOh yeah, the bookstoreâs been amazing for her. Not sure how though, âcause she just sits there doing nothing for hours.â
He canât bring himself to meet Seokminâs eyes, remnants of his memories flurrying around in his brain in an attempt to figure out what other bullshit he had spewed that day. He was sure you werenât there, you couldnât be.
âMaybe doing nothing was what she needed.â Mingyuâs reply is whatever came to him off the top of his head, mind still racing.Â
âHm, I guess. I was trying to get her to tell me, we couldâve chopped his dick off together,â Seokmin grumbles.
Mingyu winces slightly, eyes tight shut as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Thereâs a protective hand that subconsciously reaches his crotch area. âYeah, yeah totally.âÂ
âFucker got let off easy, he should be happy sheâs doing good.â Seokmin continues to ramble, voice getting increasingly louder.Â
âYeahâŚâ
âSheâs not easy. My sister isnât easy at all! Running after his tail, my ass! She doesnât need some motherfucker with bad hair to be running his mouth, drunk as a bitch.â He stabs a single chopstick into the spare piece of meat on his plate, and the force has Mingyu flinching slightly.Â
âHow do you know he has bad hair?â Mingyu continues to stare at the impaled piece of beef that Seokmin brings to his mouth.Â
âI donât need to know a motherfucker to know he uses shitty hair gel.âÂ
Mingyu may try to run his hair gel past Seokmin at some point. But right now, heâs only trying to make it out of the bar with his sex organs intact.
âHey, weâre past this, remember? Sheâs doing great right now and thatâs all that matters.â Mingyu sounds overly flustered, but he canât bring himself to care as he attempts to reign in an angry Seokmin. They were garnering looks, and the last thing he wanted was to get kicked out before they had paid.Â
Seokmin is still huffing and puffing, but significantly less so as he finds reason in Mingyuâs words. âIâm gonna find out who he is.â
âYou hate living in peace.â
âMy sisterâs hasnât had any peace because of this dickwad, IâmââÂ
âOKAY! Okay, got it. Weâll figure that out when youâre sober.â Mingyu rises from his own seat as he finds Seokmin lifting his own butt off his chair in a near war cry.Â
He manages to fend him off, waving for the bill before he has to pull him back from aimlessly marching to whoeverâs house he had in mind. He calms down as they wait for the check, finishing the remaining scraps on the table in silence.Â
Seokmin seems nearly back to his regular self after a few minutes, forehead creases smoothing over during his cool down time. He speaks, except this time itâs in a more socially acceptable manner.
âHey, Iâve been noticing, you and her have been getting pretty close lately. I donât know, itâs just, I woke up and saw both on the couch and ââÂ
âHereâs your bill!â The waiter cuts him mid sentence, placing the check on the table.Â
Mingyu knew what Seokmin was getting to, and he was thanking every star in the galaxy for bringing the waiter into their lives at that exact moment. Heâs quick to fuss over the glossy piece of paper, humming and making comments at their purchases to fill in any silent opportunities to let Seokmin continue. Mingyuâs slips his card in the wallet.
âItâs on me,â he announces as he flashes a quick smile to the waiter. âYou can cut a ten for yourself.âÂ
âWait, what â letâs split, whatâs wrong with you?â Seokmin jolts up as registers whatâs happening a little too late.Â
âItâs fine, you can pay for the next one.â He says as he shifts around the table to look for his phone. âYou should probably go to bed too, itâs getting pretty late. Sleep off the beer and whatnot.âÂ
Seokmin is left speechless as Mingyu gets up, grabbing his stuff.Â
âWait, your cardââ Seokmin starts.Â
âIs here,â Mingyu spews a quick âthanksâ to the waiter, waving his card in front of Seokmin so heâd finally stand the fuck up.
âDo I need to drag you out of that chair, letâs go!â he says, grabbing Seok by the arm to lift him off his seat. It was nearly funny how he couldnât get him to stay within the vicinity mere minutes ago and now is begging for him to get up.Â
By the time Mingyuâs jamming Seokâs key into your apartment, heâs tired of his endless rambling. He can only appreciate his drunk brain for not bringing up the last question he tried asking him. Heâs opening the door, urging Seokmin to walk inside, slapping him awake from his nap against the wall.
Mingyu deems it best to physically put him in bed for the furnituresâ sake, pushing him in front to lead him to his room. Mingyuâs spent by the time heâs done and Seokmin is snoring, his back cracking from the hunched position heâs kept from tucking him in and taking his shoes and jacket off.Â
He tiptoes out (despite knowing itâd take a marching band to wake him up at that point), closing the door as quietly as possible.Â
âWhatâre you doing here?âÂ
Mingyu nearly jumps out of his skin, landing a mile as he hears your voice in the dark hallway, hand coming up to his heart. âJeezâ announce yourself, would you?âÂ
âIn my own house?â you raise an eyebrow.Â
âJustââ he waves you off as he comes round, standing straight. âI was putting Seok to bed.â
You inhale sharply. âDid you drink?â
âMe? No, but heâs knocked out right now, heâs probably gonna need a pill in the morning,â he replies.Â
âHm, Iâll see to it in the morning, or whenever it is that he wakes up.âÂ
âYeah.â Mingyu is standing awkwardly in front of you in the dark hall, not having anything else to say. âIâll get going now.â
âOh, right, yeah. Get some sleep,â you say as you let him move past you.Â
âYou too, donât know why youâre awake,â he chuckles quietly.Â
âCouldnât sleep, Iâll go to bed now though.â
The awkwardness is painful, Mingyu can feel it in his chest. But what heâs feeling more is the way you look in your night shirt now that youâre in the light of the living room, legs shown farther up than youâd usually let them go. He wonders if you're wearing shorts underneath, but slaps himself out of it when he realises heâs been silent for too long.Â
âUh yeah, Iâll go now. Goodnight.â
âGoodnight, Mingyu.â
Mingyu replays the last five minutes in his head the entire car ride home, when heâs changing out of his clothes, when heâs brushing his teeth, when he crawls under the warm covers to finally call it a night. Mingyu thinks about what he said all those months ago at a dumb party, how heâs hurt you more than he thought he had. Thereâs an ache that plunges into him, the thought of you going through that because of him while he stayed blissfully unaware.Â
He doesnât know what heâs gonna do to make it up to you, but right now, heâs happy. Happier than heâs been in a while, falling asleep to the thought of you.Â
âGoodnight, Mingyu.â
You, on the other hand, are far from happy as you find yourself in yet another car related predicament.Â
Having to run to work in the middle of July is never a preferred option, yet you find yourself needing to do it anyway when you walk out to your engine refusing to start.Â
You really needed a new car.Â
Abandoning the hunk of what was turning out to be just expensive scrap metal, you rile other options out in your head.Â
Seokmin was long gone with his car. The bus was gonna take too long. No way in hell were you about to overpay a taxi to take you somewhere that was essentially just a 15 minute walk (read as run).Â
So you find yourself slinging your bag as a crossbody, thanking the heavens that you at least didnât need to change your shoes. You pray for your white sneakers as you run across town, blurting apologies to passerbys that would gape at your hurried form. As apologetic as you were, it didnât compare to how sorry you felt for yourself, the heat pricking your skin in an agitated rise anytime youâd slow down.Â
The AC is near heavenly as you gasp walking into the bookstore, red faced and hair sticking to your forehead.Â
âSorry,â you gulp frantically. âSorry, Iâm late.â
âOh god,â you hear your boss comment as she sees you walk in. âAre you alright?â
âYeah, I just need a minute. Car broke down.â
She ushers you in front of the AC, waiting for you to collect yourself before taking her leave.Â
âI think Iâm okay now, sorry about that.â Your chuckle comes out a little choked. So much for being convincing.Â
âYou really should get a new car. I have a friend whoâs daughter is selling hers, do you want me to ask them for you?â Sheâs patting your shoulder as she talks to you, and you recognize her courage to look past the sweat thatâs accumulated there. Â
âThatâd be great actually, thank you.âÂ
Your second blow of the day comes right after youâve finally gotten rid of the buckets of sweat on your body, seating yourself behind your desk to do some digging of your own.
You immediately wish you hadnât as soon as you open the first second hand market site, the price tags landing you somewhere between never happening and impossible. Groaning, you place your head in your hands as you try to think of what to do. You pray your boss would come back with a quote that isnât as outrageous as everything else youâve cursed your eyes upon, seeing as that seemed the only viable option for you.Â
Closing the windows off your computer, you decide this was a headache for another time. You reach for your bag to rummage through it, only to find yourself in your third predicament of the day.Â
You had forgotten your book.Â
It shouldnât have been a worry, considering you were in a bookstore and had access to about 56 more of the same edition that you could borrow for the day. Except it was a worry, because your copy had been religiously tabbed and annotated as you would read, not a single thought left to be forgotten in your head as they would spring up. You can almost see the pink cover sitting on your desk and you nearly begin to cry.Â
You wonder if you could break your âone book at a timeâ streak for the sake of it, picking up another one off the shelf to start. The thought nearly makes you gag, the anxiety of losing interest in your current one leading you to sit aimlessly at your desk for the rest of the day.Â
Whatâs even more anxiety inducing to you, however, was the promise youâd made with Mingyu the week prior, to be finished with the book by the end of today so you could finally decide whether the end was worth it or not. The thought has you nearly picking up a copy off the shelf anyway, annotations be damned. Force of habit, however, forbids you as you are shunned by yourself to play solitaire for the rest of the day.Â
Things seem to look up for you though, as you find yourself reading a text from Mingyu nearly halfway through your day.Â
You hadnât spoken to Mingyu at all for the entire week, caving when you found an excuse to finally talk to him to ask where heâd left off on the book. It was even longer before that, reaching the near three week mark where you were virtually zero contact. Â
Youâd be lying if you said it didnât bother you, his sudden absence raising a mild panic within you as your mind raced with the possibilities.Â
Was he uncomfortable with you?Â
Was he avoiding you?Â
Were you less low key than you thought? Was he catching on to how you still werenât over him?Â
The wilder thoughts seemed to be laid to rest when you couldnât take it anymore, texting under the guise of your mutual book topic. Your brain still couldnât handle it, picking up minuscule details in his texting behavior. Perhaps his replies were choppy, perhaps they were shorter than usual, but it was enough to give your mind the rest it needed regardless of whatever the facts were.Â
Needless to say, you were more than happy to receive a text from him first after weeks, immediately replying.Â
[Mingyu]: hey [Mingyu]: are you at work today? [You]: yeah [You]: i get off at 10 tho [Mingyu]: can i see you today?Â
You try to contain the growing flurry of excitement as you type. It was easier to stay casual over text, you find yourself appreciating.Â
[You]: course [You]: are you coming to the store? [Mingyu]: iâll meet you at your place when you get off [You]: okay!!! [You]: see you thenÂ
Thereâs a ghost of a smile on your face as you switch to playing computer chess in celebration. Your day was going horribly, but perhaps it was to balance out the happiness you were feeling at the thought of seeing Mingyu in person after nearly a month.Â
Were you being dramatic? Possibly. But you figured youâd been left waiting long enough. You let yourself have a spring in your step for the rest of the day, closing up nearly an hour early as you practically skipped back home, enjoying the significantly better nightly weather. Maybe you were abusing your employee privileges, but you couldnât take the anticipation anymore.Â
Humming to yourself, you're hopping into the shower as soon as you get home, wanting to freshen up as quickly as possible before he gets here. It was near heavenâs plan the way the day is unfolding for you. Perhaps the universe knew you needed the time to unwind today, bringing Mingyu to you despite the near four week gap.Â
Grabbing your pens and your book, you settle on the kitchen counter to do something youâd been looking forward to all day, nearly giddy that Mingyu would be joining you to wind down with you soon enough. Youâre invested by the time the doorbell rings, a simultaneous text from Mingyu, confirming that he was at the door.Â
Opening the front door is probably the easiest thing youâve done all day, grin at the ready as you greet him.Â
âHey,â you breathe out at the sight of him.Â
âHi,â he replies, slipping inside as you give him space to take off his shoes.Â
Leading him into the kitchen, you comment lightheartedly, âNice to see youâre still alive.âÂ
He chuckles slightly at that, âYeahâŚsorry about that. Iâve been pretty caught up withâŚstuff.â
âThe exhibition? Werenât you nearly done with that?â you question as you pass him a glass of water.Â
He takes a sip before setting it down again, both hands holding the cup on the counter. âIt wasnât that, Iâve been done for a while. Just waiting.âÂ
âItâs next week, isnât it?âÂ
He hums in response, taking another minuscule sip of water. Â
âWhat was it that was keeping you this occupied for so long then?â you continue with a slight snort, trying not to over analyze his slightlyâŚoff putting behavior.Â
âUh,â he starts, âIs Seokmin home?âÂ
âSeokmin?â you frown, confused. Was he here to see your brother? âHeâs out. I thought you knew.â
âYeah, I know. Just confirming.âÂ
âOh.â You sit down on your own chair at the counter, trying to make sense of his mood.Â
âMingyu, are you okayââ
âI need to talk to you.âÂ
âO-okay.âÂ
Itâs silent. Painfully so.Â
âI donât know how else to bring this up so Iâm just gonna cut to the chase.âÂ
Thereâs no reply from your end as you simply stare at him in anticipation, wondering what on earth had him looking this serious as he faces you in his seat.Â
âI know Iâve done a lot to hurt you. Never enough to match what youâve felt, but I know youâve been through the muck because of me, and it makes me feel horrible that I was the cause of something like that.âÂ
âMingyuââ
âI want to apologize, before I say anything else. Iâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry. And I know an apology isnât gonna take away what I did to you, but I just need you to know that Iâm really, really sorry.â
His breathing is heavy as he talks, while yours is near nonexistent as you need to remind yourself to breathe manually.Â
âIâve done a lot of growing up in the past year. And I hate myself for making you a subject of that transition when you were the last person that deserved it. Iâm happy to say that wonât happen again, because Iâve learned my lesson. For good.â
He pauses.Â
âIâm not asking you to forgive me, because⌠because I donât know if Iâll ever deserve it for what Iâm about to say. I may be acting selfish right now but, I think you deserve to know after everything.â
âI love you. I love you so, so much it hurts. IâŚIâm sorry, I love you. I donât know how else to say it but, I love you. And I might be hurting you even more with this but I swear Iâm not lying. I love you.â
Thereâs tears now, heavy ones that drip down his face as he refuses to look back up at you, eyes screwed shut in a desperate attempt to halt the pure emotion thatâs trailing down.Â
You have your own wet cheeks, glossy, shaking eyes that donât tear away from his hunched form. Youâre listening. Youâre listening to everything and itâs too much.Â
âMingyu,â you whisper. You give up on trying to talk as you let out a breath that sounds almost like a sob.Â
Itâs silent for a few more moments as you absorb everything thatâs happening, mind running a hundred miles an hour yet, still as a rock. Itâs too much.Â
âMingyu, I canât believe youâre saying this to me.â Your voice is quivering, but you manage the words. âAfter everything. Youâre standing in this very kitchen and saying this to me.â
The deja vu was overwhelming, and youâre projected back to last year when the both of you stood on these very tiles, as you poured your heart out to the man in front of you, only to be told you were an idiot to think he could ever love you like that. The words may not have been said, but the message was clear: you were not made for Kim Mingyu.Â
And yet, you find yourself in front of an apologetic man, expressing his remorse. And oozing love for you, of all people. Why now? You want to scream. Where was this when you were ready to take him so willingly in your arms.Â
Youâre lying if you say you still donât want to plant yourself in his hold to sob out your own wretched âI love youââs. You wanted to go to him. To take what youâve wanted for so, so long.Â
But you canât. You canât do it.Â
âI know,â he whispers. âIâm not asking you to do something about any of this. Iâm not asking anything of you at all. I just need you to know.â
You bite back a remark, trying so hard to calm yourself down.Â
âI think you should go.â Your voice breaks. âPlease.â
Mingyu is gone. But his scent lingers. His cup remains on the counter, the same one he put his lips to. As he prepared to speak, and speak, and speak.Â
You canât stand to stay in the kitchen anymore.Â
You were fourteen the first time Mingyu broke your heart.Â
It was an accident, perhaps, considering you were willing to do absolutely anything to be around Mingyu when your brother would have him over. What you didnât know this time, was that the both of them had company.Â
Tiptoeing down the hall was easy the second you heard your brother's voice coming from the kitchen, announcing that he was getting drinks for them. The plan was simple; walk in under the guise of being annoyed at Seokmin for something and then relish when Mingyu would defend you from his inevitable rage â except this time youâd have a few extra minutes alone with him before your brother trudged back. Â
Putting on the best annoyed face you could, you stalk past Seokminâs room, immediately wishing you hadnât. Mingyu was in your brother's room as expected, sitting on the floor, surrounded by papers with numbers and letters too complex. But he wasnât alone. There was a girl that sat between his legs, turned over in his arms as they whisper to each other. They werenât studying at all; the giggles and smiles were a dead giveaway.Â
You halt in your tracks at the edge of the doorway in mild disbelief, brain computing the situation in front of you. They hadnât noticed you yet, it was apparent with the way she leans into him to place her lips on his in a peck.Â
Thereâs a yell of your name behind you as Seokmin sees you loitering around his room. You jump in surprise, not expecting him back so quickly. Your brother, too, isnât alone, a girl of his own accompanying him with her arms full of cans, peeking over his shoulder to catch sight of your distressed form.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â
Running was the worst thing you could do, and yet you found yourself doing just that in your cornered state. Catapulting face first into your pillows, the sobs coming before you could muffle them. It was humiliating, even more so when you feel your motherâs hand coming up to your shoulder in a stretch of comfort.Â
âI yelled at him, he wonât do it again!â she attempted to reason with you, trying endlessly to get you to emerge from your cavern of comforters.Â
âItâs not that!â you groan.
âWhat is it then? Darling, I wonât know if you wonât tell me.âÂ
Your mother gave up a little bit after that, and your brother had apologized for yelling at you; apologized for all the wrong reasons. You brushed him over.
There were worse things circling your mind in that moment, like the image of Mingyu in a liplock with another girl, the image of him holding her with all his limbs.Â
You couldnât imagine anything worse than that.
âWhat the fuck, is wrong with the both of you?â Your brother swoops in like a pesky seagull and snatches the book right out of your hands, eyes blown in exasperation.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?! Give it back!â you yell, reaching for the book that heâs placed over his head. Climbing the couch does little when he simply moves away from you.Â
âNot until you tell me whatâs going on between you and Mingyu.âÂ
âNothing is â ugh,â you drop back onto the couch in frustration. You take a deep breath. âNothing is going on. Now can I have my fucking book back?âÂ
âNo, you're avoiding each other.â
âHeâs your friend, why would I hang out with him?âÂ
âStop dodging the question!â he spits.Â
âStop dodging.â You exclaim as you jump for the book another time.Â
âWhy donât you want to go to the exhibition?â He throws the book to the corner of the room. It takes every fiber in your body to stop yourself from plucking every strand of hair off his head.Â
âSeokmin!â you scream.Â
âYour bookâs fine. Is this about the guy you told me about?â He asks, hands grabbing you by the upper arms, forcing you to look at him.Â
âNo, itâs not,â you grit.Â
âWhy donât you want to go to the exhibition?â he repeats, making direct eye contact.Â
âBecause,â you start, exhaling deeply, âIâm tired.â
âItâs an exhibition for fucks sake, an exhibition with your face plastered all over it. You go in for five minutes and youâre out. Put something on and letâs go!âÂ
âI donât want to go.â
âIâm not taking no for an answer. Youâve been doing nothing but go to work and stay home, you need air.â
âI need you out of my air,â you swat his hands away, thoroughly disgruntled.Â
âIâm giving you twenty minutes.âÂ
He was serious, you realize as he begins to pound on your door with two minutes left to spare. You decided you werenât about to be embarrassing and show up in your sweatpants, encasing the final shreds of dignity you had left. You couldnât imagine being asked âwho?â when the face on the walls doesnât match with the one you brought to the place, not doubting the number of fancy scouters thatâd be gracing the crowd tonight.
 Opting for a plain black dress and a coverup felt enough for you, your usual makeup and matching accessories helping you feel better about the bags under your eyes your concealer couldnât quite erase.Â
Seokmin says nothing for probable fear of having you landing back on the couch, choosing to ask you a simple, âReady?â instead.
The drive is short and silent, the remnants of you and your brother's prior argument still hanging in the air. You werenât about to apologize to each other, but you would let the hours cool you off before youâre back to your normal selves. For now, youâre glad to step out of the stuffy car, the anticipation having you needing to breathe in an elevated sense.Â
The place is more crowded than you thought it would be, men and women in fancier than necessary clothes loitering the entrance carpeting. You suddenly feel underdressed.Â
Catching Mingyuâs name is easy, the display at the front doing the most to highlight the star of the night, catching sight of him is proving a little more difficult. Not that youâre trying, but Seokminâs embarrassing neck stretches are having you restraining yourself from pulling him down by the collar.Â
Walking into the display is a strange experience, for you at least. The pictures are larger than youâd thought they would be, spanning the giant walls of the gallery. Your face is huge.Â
Thereâs a few other oneâs that scatter between the portraits, beautiful all the same. You find yourself wandering as you note the plaques next to the pieces, descriptions and words from the artist; Mingyuâs words. Itâs easy to begin looking at the pictures through his eyes, the meticulous scanning youâre doing proving easier for you to zone out despite the crowd.Â
Youâve gone through nearly every picture, approaching the last one, the one that looked a little more important than the rest as you take in its size. The steps you take towards the plaque are halted as you hear someone calling for you. You recognize his voice, how could you not?
Mingyu is weaving through the crowd to get to you, eyes locked as he tries to make way for himself. Your mouth is open by the time heâs here, mind frantic as you try to figure out what you should say.Â
Congratulations.
Youâve worked hard on this.Â
This looks great.
Howâve you been?
âYouâre here,â he says, simple as that.Â
âIâm here,â you breathe out, a nervous smile on your face as you look down at your shoes.Â
âSeok told me you were here too.âÂ
Your head snaps up, âYou were looking for me?âÂ
âI mean, itâs a bit difficult with the crowdââ
âOh,â you cut him off before you could forget. âCongratulations, by the way. The turnout looks great.â
âUh, yeah. Itâs great.â His eyes skim around the large hall.
You hate how his craning is drawing your eyes to everything else. So to say the plain black button up and slacks heâs sporting, the thin chain he wears around the unbuttoned collar. You hate how heâs put in no effort, and you hate how it makes him look even better somehow.Â
âAre you enjoying yourself?â he asks after he rounds back to you.Â
Your reply is drowned in your throat as somebody calls for him across the hall, pointing at a mic in their hands.Â
âI have to go address everyone, youâll be here, right?â he asks, but he once again has no chance to listen to your answer when somebody physically drags him by the elbow and yanks him away from you. You lose sight of him in the crowd of people, his face disappearing.
It gives you enough opportunity to slowly turn around to go back to your plaque reading, exhaling loudly as you walk up to the final, biggest piece on the wall. Itâs labeled as the focal point of the collection. Itâs a picture of you, and for some reason, you canât remember taking it, or posing for it at all.Â
You recognize the mountain top, more so the grueling trek up the place for your last shoot with him. Itâs a side profile, your arms folding over the railing, face tucked into your padded arms. A single ray of light illuminates your eyes, the background soft.Â
The picture was an accident. A moment that may have gone forgotten, yet one that appeared right when it was meant to. A mistake made on purpose, one that manages to carry the weight of years. A slow accession of golden rays, dawn illuminating the subject in hues indescribable, except those that describe a feeling. A feeling in turn, indescribable.
Soft. Legible. New.
You take a step back.Â
And another
Then another.Â
You look at the picture, the picture of you. Taken the one time you werenât actively posing for the camera, the one time he wasnât meant to take a picture of you. It landed here, at the seemingly deserved position of a final piece. The piece that was meant to emulate all that the artist wanted to come out of his work.Â
You crane your neck up higher, the name of the collection in bold block letters right above the picture that supposedly says it all.Â
THE BEGINNING
Thereâs a ball forming in your throat, one that's cementing itself where it stays.Â
Thereâs noise happening in your peripherals, somebody speaking into a mic on stage. Youâre not paying attention until you hear his name.Â
âIâm pleased to present to you the man of the hour, mister Kim MingyuâŚâÂ
You watch with glossy eyes as he takes the stand, clearing his throat before he begins to speak.Â
You needed to leave.Â
Finding Seokmin is easy, and you thank every plane of heaven that it is, considering youâd rather be caught dead than be seen red nosed and teary eyed.Â
âLetâs go home.â
âHuh? Right now? He just started talking.â Seokmin argues, tearing his eyes away from the stage to gape at you, only to note the expression on your face. âHey, whatâs wrong?âÂ
âSeokmin, you said five minutes.â You grip his sleeve tight. âPlease, either give me the keys, or Iâll get a cab.âÂ
He pauses for a moment, and you immediately hate yourself for making him choose between staying for his best friend or leaving for his sister. He slowly comes down to grip your hand, pulling you away.Â
âLet me drop you off home.âÂ
Youâve calmed down a significant amount during the car ride home, managing to convince (fight) Seokmin into going back to the exhibition hall before Mingyu noticed that he was gone. You wouldnât forgive yourself if you made him miss something as important as this just because you couldnât control your emotions.
He hugs you at the door, tight, and you hug back just as strong, holding back the river of tears that suddenly threaten to let loose. He presses his lips to your temple, muttering a little âI love youâ before he leaves. He knew nothing, yet was ready to comfort you like he did.
You let yourself sob after that, as wracking and strong as theyâd come. Itâs freeing, to fall to your knees and simply cry like a child. You arenât sure what it is that youâre crying about, yet you know all the same. The thought of both those things make your head begin to spin, causing another fresh wave of tears to come rushing down.Â
Remnants of the day Mingyu spoke his truth to you in your own kitchen come tumbling back; the shock, the anger, the hurt, and despite everything, the love.
You loved Mingyu, you werenât going to sit here and deny it when you were a mess of jewels on the floor with only his face at the forefront of your mind. Youâre a liar if you say you donât love him. Youâre a liar if you say youâll ever stop.Â
Years and years of pining and wishing and praying, to hope that one day, Mingyu would open his eyes with the realization that he loves you the same.Â
The day came. Your prayers were granted, your wishes came true; you no longer had to sit on the sidelines as an ignored constant. And yet, you found yourself wanting to be anywhere but in his presence as the prayer unfolded.Â
Were you too weak to handle reciprocation? Have you gotten comfortable pining by yourself? Or was it something completely else. Were you still hurt by his words? Were you aghast at his audacity to have the courage to speak his heart to you, when you went years without doing so?Â
Were you protecting yourself? Or were you actively throwing the golden chance youâd received right out the window?Â
Youâre tired, itâs evident with the effort it takes you to simply reach your bedroom, heels thrown somewhere in the doorway as you made the trek barefooted. Hoping your muscles would release the pent up tension at the learnt feeling of the mattress, you find yourself closing your eyes awaiting the relief.Â
Still clad in your dress and makeup, you attempt to find the solace of sleep, knowing youâd feel nothing if there was nothing to perceive. The universe doesnât seem to want to give you that luxury, your eyes wide awake despite closed lids. The thoughts arenât showing signs of slowing down either, every part of your mind alive as you remain still as a rock on your bed.Â
You arenât sure how long youâve been in bed, but as you hear the distinct jingle of keys in a lock, you know Seokmin is home. The door of your room is opened very quietly, and closed just as quick when he sees your form in bed seemingly asleep.Â
You open your eyes for the first time in hours, the darkness remaining as you slowly sit up against the cushions. Your movements are sluggish as you stare into the abyss, brain quiet for once as you swing your bare legs over the mattress, slowly trudging down the hall to your brother's bedroom.Â
Knocking slowly, you hear a slight shuffle before the door is opened, the light from inside the room illuminating the dark hall and forcing you to squint.Â
âDid I wake you?â Seokmin asks, sporting formal trousers with his dinosaur pajama shirt.
âUh, no, I was awake.â
âWhy havenât you changed yet?âÂ
You ignore him, cutting straight to the chase, âCan I borrow your car?âÂ
Thereâs silence for nearly three seconds before Seokmin speaks, âWhat on earth do you need my car for this late at night?âÂ
âNayeonâsâÂ
âBullshit.â
You let out a loud, loud sigh, âWill you believe it for now?âÂ
Your brother looks at you with an expression you canât really pinpoint, eyes like heâs scanning into your soul. âThe keys are at the door.â
You walk back to your room to grab your phone and your cover up, not bothering to change as you grab Seokminâs keys and leave. It probably wasnât a good idea to leave the house so late at night, but your brain seems to have activated tunnel vision as you nearly stalk towards the car. Youâre pulling up to where you need to be within minutes, the empty roads leading you on near autopilot.Â
By the time youâre standing in front of the door, your desire to settle this once and for all turns pungent in your head. You needed to end this one way or another, you were tired of running in circles.Â
Ringing the doorbell is easy, itâs just the realization that settles during those few moments of waiting that grab you by the throat. You were really doing this.Â
Mingyu opens the door quicker than youâd anticipated, after briefly wondering if heâd already gone to sleep after the long day heâs probably had. His brows furrow as he registers you at his door, your name tumbling out of his lips in mild confusion. Heâs still in the clothes you saw him last, and you doubt itâs been long since he got home too.Â
âPromise me you mean it,â you say.Â
âWhat?â
âPromise me you mean it.â
âMean what?â The crease between his brows deepens as he tries to make sense of what youâre saying.Â
âWhatever you said. Promise me you mean it. Promise me. On all the years we spent together, on every truth you've ever said to me. Promise on me that you mean it.â
The silence is deafening, yet you wait. You wait for him to respond. You wait for him to understand what youâre saying.Â
Mingyu gulps before opening his door wider, expression neutralizing slightly as he invites you inside. âWhy're you standing on the door? Come inside.â
âIâm not taking another step in your direction, Kim Mingyu, not until you answer me,â you snap.Â
Letting his hand leave the grip on the door, he brings them both up to rub at his face, taking a simultaneous breath, deep and shaky. When he emerges his eyes are showing a hint of red as he licks his lips.Â
Your grip on your own fingers tighten as Mingyu talks.Â
âI want to rip my heart out for what it wants from you. I want to rip it out for what it did to yours. Believe me when I say Iâve forgotten how it felt to be this sincere. I love you. I don't deserve to say it, but I love you.â
Thereâs a beat that passes, one that you barely feel as you throw your bag on the floor of his entryway, grabbing him by the collar with both hands as you yank his face down to hover right in front of yours, nose touching, lips not quite.Â
âIf youâre lying to me,â you whisper, shaky voiced, âIâm gonna chop your balls off.â
Mingyu answers for you as he finally, finally closes the cursed gap between you, lips capturing yours in a long awaited kiss. You let him pull you inside as you move your lips against each other, the distinct click of the door signaling you were finally inside.Â
His hands grip your hips and waist in a manner thatâs near painful, yet you canât find yourself complaining even as he pushes you against the now closed door, hard. His mouth leaves yours for what is barely a second, before your desperate hands move his face back in to continue what youâve been wanting to do for years.Â
His mouth is warm, the vaguest hint of champagne on his tongue. You wonder how many toasts heâs clinked and downed, how many times he thought of you as he celebrated.Â
âI love you,â you mumble against his lips.Â
Mingyuâs hands are pushing your body against his own, so flush and tight you can barely breathe. Like heâd rather die than bring space between the two of you in that moment.Â
âI love you, too,â he mumbled back between kisses. âI love you so much.â
Both of your hands are beginning to roam, less innocent than the fingers tangled in his hair and digging into his shoulders, less innocent than the grips on your hips and neck. It isnât until his hands are groping your ass that you begin to subconsciously tug at his shirt, wanting the wretched thing out of the way to finally feel him in full.Â
Thereâs a warm hand that grips yours as he stops you, lips pulling away slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. Thereâs a wild moment of sobriety as you wonder if youâve read the situation wrong, if you pushed too far.Â
âYouâre asking me for something Iâm ready to give you.â He sounds breathless. âBut I need to know if you really want it.â
He looks absolutely gorgeous with his swollen lips, your lipstick staining his own mouth, his messy hair from all the desperate fingers running through them. It takes one look into his bedroom eyes to have your yeses tumbling out your mouth.Â
âI want it. I want it if youâll give it to me. Mingyu, please.â
He leans in to give you a soft peck before pulling away slowly. âYou can stop me whenever, just say the word.â
Heâs facing you as he speaks, hands pulling you further into the house in slow and steady steps. âIâm not gonna do anything you donât want me to, I promise.â
By the time you reach the four walls of his bedroom, youâre itching to have his hands on you again, something he senses as he presses his hot mouth to your awaiting lips. His touches become decreasingly respectful as his hands run up your sides, thumbs brushing against the sides of your clothed breasts as he moves his mouth further down.Â
Kisses line your jaw, reaching the joint as he nips at your earlobe teasingly. Pushing the coverup off of your shoulders is easy, fingers tracing the exposed skin as his mouth moves down to your neck, nipping and sucking teasingly. Your breathing is embarrassingly heavy.Â
âYouâre gorgeous,â you hear him breathe out.Â
His fingers fit under the zipper of your dress not too long after, pulling it down to reveal your back tantalizingly slow. His hands smooth over your waist once he reaches the bottom, bringing them up to your upper body as you feel his palms grab your breasts in a soft squeeze. The moan you let out is small, but enough to encourage him to bring his hands to the straps of your dress, pulling them down your shoulders one after the other.Â
âDo you realize how good you looked in this today,â he says. âWas so happy you came, so, so happy to see you after so long.â
Mingyu kisses you again in a slow, passionate manner, hands pushing down the tight fabric of the bodice to let it fall off your body to a pile on the floor. It leaves you bare save for your bra and panties.Â
Mingyu lets out a groan at the sight in the dimly lit room, the sound checking in as one of the hottest things youâve ever heard, the vibrations leading straight to your core like they belonged there. The focus goes back to his hands that continue to roam your body, mouth traveling further south to leave hot, open mouthed kisses on your cleavage.Â
Your own fingers come up to fiddle with the buttons of his dress shirt, managing to pull a couple loose as you whine, âMingyu.â
âPatience, my love.â He moves you backwards slowly as his mouth leaves your chest, pushing you into the plush of his mattress as you feel the back of your knees bump into the edge. âLet me take my time with you.â
He brings a knee up to the bed as he keeps his gaze on you, beginning to unbutton the rest of his shirt as you prop yourself up on your elbows. For once, youâre allowed to stare at the sculpt of his chest and abdomen, letting your gaze take you to the dipped V before the cut off. The mere sight of his fingers working against his belt have you needing to close your thighs for the sake of your now throbbing core.Â
Only clad in his dark boxers, you let him climb over you in a way you can only describe as a prowl, inserting himself between your legs as he pushes your head up to the headboard. The hand that splays out on your thigh is having the muscle twitch, the anticipation for what he might do next gripping you.Â
âLet me get this off of you,â he says with his hands toying with the elastic of your bra, prompting you to arch your back so he could reach under to unclasp it in a way you can only call professional.Â
Thereâs barely any time for you to feel a semblance of embarrassment when he flings the padding away, mouth coming in direct contact with your breast in a harsh suck. The feeling has you moaning his name into the dark room, only encouraging his wet tongue to circle around the bud before going back to suckling. He doesnât forget your other breast as he brings his hand up to squeeze the mound and play with your nipples the same.Â
The sensations are overwhelming already, your hands gripping his hair in desperation as you throw your head back at his ministrations. The ache in your underwear is becoming increasingly difficult to resist, the foreign feeling of his mound against your inner thigh only coursing more want into your awaiting heat.Â
Your chest is a mess of redness and saliva but the time Mingyuâs had his fill, pulling away to admire the work heâs left.Â
âFuck, Mingyu, please,â his name is the only thing that comes out in your pleas, hoping heâd give you wanted before you lost your mind for good.Â
âI love this lighting on you,â he says simply, moving to sit on his knees as he takes his eyes up and down your practically naked frame.Â
Both hands come in to push your thighs further apart, giving him better access to the gold that sits right in between. âYouâre beautiful.âÂ
You feel the pad of his thumb come in contact with your clit in the lightest pressure, slowly brushing over the muscle as he continues. âThe most gorgeous thing Iâve ever seen.âÂ
He presses his thumb in further, pushing down to meet your hole, the source of the large wet patch on the fabric of panties. The whimpers the new feeling is having you let out are near embarrassing. Hooking his fingers around your panties, he asks, âCan I take these off?âÂ
âYes!â you gasp out immediately, hip rising to let them slide the pesky fabric off and away.Â
He wastes no time in bringing his fingers to your folds, gathering your arousal in his fingers as he spreads them across your throbbing clit. Heâs rubbing the area in circular motions, the feeling having you wracking out sounds you never thought you could make. The sheets are bunched up in your grip as you throw your head back at the feeling that encases you, eyes screwed shut.Â
âOh, Mingyu,âÂ
That only encourages him as his other hand joins the party, a lone finger circling your entrance in preparation to plunge into you, slowly, all the way to the hilt of his finger. Zoning in on the feeling, the pump of his fingers into your core, the constant ministrations of his other thumb on your clit. Your hands leave his wrinkled sheets as they come in to grip his wrists and forearm, needing to feel his skin to anchor yourself into the present. Not being able to bring yourself to open your eyes, he takes it upon himself to insert another finger, encouraging your lids to fly open at the stretch and the loud moan that comes with it.Â
âGod, youâre so fucking wet, Iâm barely pushing.â It may have embarrassed you a little if you werenât so withdrawn from pleasure, the prospect only having you whimper his name even more.Â
It isnât when he curls his fingers inside you that you feel the need to stifle the sounds that come out of your throat, hand to mouth as the volume has you needing to shut yourself up. He brings his hand off your clit to grab you by the wrist, freeing your mouth of restraint.Â
âDonât,â his voice gravelly as he gets off his knees to hover over you, his other hand continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you in perfect motions. âI wanna hear your voice. I wanna hear all the pretty sounds youâre making.â
He leans in to place a chaste kiss on your mouth, fingers quickening their pace as your sounds grow louder, âMingyu, I think IâmâŚI think Iâm close.âÂ
âItâs okay, let go whenever, darling, itâs okay.â His other hand goes back to its rightful position on your clit, thumb circling the bud in quick motions as he encourages you to climax.Â
And you do. The blissful release comes crashing into you hard, the feeling leaving nothing but white hot space in the expanse of your brain, letting the feeling take over as you melt into the sheets. âF-fuckâŚâ
He doesnât stop either hand till you physically have to push his fingers off of you, the overstimulation coming in hot.Â
You donât come around for a little bit, but feel every searing kiss he leaves on your skin in the aftermath. Pressed into your chest, your collarbones, you neck and your jaw. He makes his way up to your face slowly, pressing his lips onto your closed lids as you wait for your breathing to even out. His face is the first thing you see when you open your eyes, leaning forward to press your own lips against his.Â
âHow was that?â he asks slowly, and you donât miss the hint of a smirk on his face. You canât help but break into a smile of your own.Â
âGreat.â
âGreat?â
âAmazing.â You lean in to kiss him again, palms coming in contact with the expanse of his back as you move your mouths together. Itâs not long before your fingers reach the waistband of his boxers, hands coming up front to feel him through the fabric, palming him in the process.Â
You feel him shudder in your hold, lips pulling away as he stares into your eyes.Â
âWhat?â you ask in a whisper when he makes no other moves.Â
âIâm trying to think if I have condoms or not,â he whispers back, and you canât help but let out a laugh at his delivery. He begins to giggle with you, backing up as he reaches over to rummage through his nightstand.Â
âFuck yeah,â you hear him say as he comes round with the shiny pack. Heâs giggling as he undoes the wrapper, the lighthearted nature of it all bringing a laugh to your own lips.Â
Pulling his underwear down and off, you watch as he preps himself with the rubber, your own hand coming up in a trance to stroke his gorgeous length lightly, his palms ghosting over your hand at the feeling. Once he decides he canât take it anymore heâs grabbing both your wrists to pin them beside your head in one swift motion, earning a gasp from you at the abruptness.Â
âIâm gonna put the tip in first, let you adjust before I go in further,â he explains as he uses his knee to push your thighs apart to grant him more access. âIâm gonna listen to you throughout, okay? Just say so if you want me to stop, Iâll hear you.âÂ
When you donât reply he continues, âI need to know you heard me, baby.âÂ
âI heard you,â you answer, and he finally lets go of one of your hands to guide his length to your entrance, gathering your remaining arousal. Heâs sliding his tip across your folds, grinding onto your clit within his length and it has you nearly careening off the edge.Â
âMingyu, in, please!â you beg, and you hear him chuckle before heâs finally pressing the tip into your prepped hole.Â
You almost breathe a sigh of relief as you feel him begin to push into your hot core, keeping his promise of only getting to the tip, before bringing himself out and going back in. Heâs slow as he stretches you out, his hands coming up to the sides of your head as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. Lifting one of your legs, you wrap them around his waist as you grant him further access into you, one of his hands coming up to keep your raised leg steady.Â
He halts when he finally bottoms out, pausing for breath. âYou okay?â
âYeah, just,â you manage, arms wrapped around his shoulders tight. âGive me a second.âÂ
When you give him the green light and he begins to move out slowly, only to thrust back in, you find yourself settling into the sheets more consciously, ready to take what he was about to finally give you. Youâre both a mess of whimpers and sounds, the feeling overtaking any shreds of restraint you had left. His hands are groping you everywhere, his fingers finding your breasts again as he begins to toy with your nipples, all while thrusting into you at a steady yet equally maddening pace.
He feels amazing, beyond just his dick. The feeling of his body pressed against yours is heavenly, the tears beginning to slowly prick at your eyes as you let yourself melt into his hold, a metaphorical layer away from morphing into his skin entirely. The sounds heâs making are pure melodies, the groans, grunts and heavy moans floating around in your otherwise empty head like theyâd never ever leave. They do more when they encourage the building feeling in your abdomen, your moans growing increasingly erratic.Â
If the bed is creaking from his incessant thrusting, you donât hear it. The only thing ringing in your head being the near closure youâre about to receive from him. âGyu, IâmâŚâ
âShit, me too.â he grunts, and you believe him as his movements begin to grow sloppier, his hips slamming into yours with more force than before.Â
And then itâs bliss, the feeling dropping in on your body as you feel yourself begin to spasm in his hold, the loudest moan ripping from your throat at the sensation. Youâre contracting around him so, so good, and itâs enough to have him moaning into your own ear as he feels his climax come over him as well.Â
Heâs shooting his load into the rubber, and for a wild moment you wish heâd rip it off and finish inside you instead, your blabbering brain wanting to take all of him in. The fever passes in a few heavy minutes, Mingyuâs body is dropped on top of you, his length remaining inside your warmth as you both relished in the post sex haze.Â
Heâs first to pick his sweltering body off of yours, the cool air hitting your skin as he pulls out of you slowly. Youâre still trying to come to earth, even when you hear the water beginning to run in the attached bathroom, even when he walks out in a fresh pair of boxers, walking over to your form on the bed.Â
His fingers run through your hair as he places soft kisses on your temple, coaxing you to open your eyes. âCome on babe. Letâs get you cleaned up.â
When you make no moves to get up despite opening your eyes, heâs physically pulling you up to grace your head on his chest in an effort to take a step back into the world. His fingers continue to thread through your hair, massaging your head lightly as you breathe in his scent. You do end up getting up and letting him lead you to the bathroom, but only after he threatens to carry you there over his shoulder. The bath is already drawn when you dip your feet into the warm water, planting yourself inside as you lean against the walls of the tub.
âGyu, why is it warm?â you whine, wanting a cooler temperature to hit your sticky body.Â
He chuckles as he sits by the tub, hands coming in to wet your hair for you, âIâm scared your bodyâs gonna go into shock if I chucked you into a cold bath. Youâll feel better in a minute, love.âÂ
You donât argue as he does most of the work for you, shampooing, scrubbing and conditioning. He lets you sit in the tub for a little bit as he leaves to get you a towel and a shirt, coming back to continue coaxing you to leave the tub this time. You grab his outstretched hand, pulling him down to sit next to you again.Â
âSit with me for a little bit, right here,â you say as you lean over the edge of the tub.Â
âI can sit with you in bed once youâre dried up,â he tries to reason. âUnder the covers. Where itâs more comfortable than hard acrylic, remember?âÂ
Pouting a little, you let him wrap you in a towel as you admit defeat, too tired to argue much more than that. He continues to shrug one of shirts over your shoulders, going as far as drying your hair before finally letting you crawl back under the covers. He joins you soon after, wrapping his limbs around you in a tight embrace, breathing in the mix of his own shampoo and your scent.Â
âAre you okay? Did I do too much?â he asks quietly.
âMhm,â you hum into his chest. âIâm okay.â
Thereâs a deep vibration in his chest as he finds your lack of response amusing, looking at your face that looks about three seconds away from slipping into dreamland. Nearly, he realizes, as your eyes are suddenly pushed wide open, a gasp leaving your throat.Â
âWhat? What?â Mingyu asks as you sit up all of a sudden scrambling to find your phone.Â
âMy phone, where is it?â you ask as you ruffle through the covers.Â
âDid you bring it with you?âÂ
You suddenly remember your bag that you threw in his entryway a couple hours ago, your phone nestled inside. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you attempt to stand up to retrieve it, only to find out the universe wasnât about to let you do that. You donât miss Mingyuâs chortle as he watches you nearly fall over after wobbling around like a fawn, your arms trembling as you pull yourself up back on the bed.Â
âWhat the fuck?â you breathe out.Â
âGet back on, Iâll get your bag for you.â Heâs still smiling when returns, throwing your purse on the bed.Â
You immediately unlock your phone to find Nayeonâs contact, choosing to leave her a text considering the late hour.
âWhat is it?â Mingyu asks again as he watches you type, arms coming up from behind to engulf you in his hold again.Â
âI told Seokmin I was at Nayeonâs. He didnât believe me but Iâm telling her to cover for me anyway.âÂ
âOh.â
The thought comes to you later than it should have, realizing youâd have to involve Seokmin inâŚwhatever this was, sooner or later.Â
âDonât,â you hear Mingyu say behind you.
âWhat?â
âDonât. I know what youâre thinking about. We can deal with Seokmin when we need to, donât think about it right now, thatâs my job.âÂ
âI-â
âHe needs to deal with me being serious about you,â he continues, giggling, âEven if I have to make you run away with me.â
âLetâs hope it doesnât come to that.âÂ
He brings your wrist up to his mouth, placing a kiss there, âIt wonât. I promise.âÂ
The sitting up thing doesnât last for too long, both of you wanting nothing more than to lay down for the lack of energy. Limbs are a tangled mess as you both lay in silence, tired but not wanting to go to sleep just yet. It stays that way for a while, head on his chest as you take in the aftermath of everything thatâs happened.Â
You just had sex with Kim Mingyu. He loves you back. And you know he means it. This isnât a hyperrealistic childhood fantasy, this is real life. Youâre touching him, heâs holding you, you can hear his heart beat, you can feel his skin under the palm of your hand.Â
Youâre distracted from your thoughts as you sense Mingyu reaching over the edge of the bed to his nightstand as he looks for something, bringing his hand over to show you a very familiar pink cover in his hands.Â
âOh,â you let out as you recognize the title, snorting as you remember where the verdict for that ended, âWe were supposed to talk about the ending.â
âWe could do that right now.â
âUh, about that,â you say. âI never actually got to finish it.â
âYou were supposed to be done like two weeks ago,â he frowns.
âI didnât get to finish it the dayâŚthe day you came over. Couldnât bring it in myself to touch it after that.â you say as you note the little tabs sticking out the sides, wanting to address them.Â
âYou can use this one to finish it then, itâs yours.âÂ
You glance up at him as he talks, opening the book to skim through the pages. And then you see it, tiny scribbles on margins, sticky notes at chapter ends with his thoughts, colorful tabs sticking out of every highlighted line, everything complete with a color coded key in the front.
âI saw you do it with your other books, found out itâs not actually a crime to write in books andâŚI guess it became fun.â he explains as he watches you flick through the pages. âI was gonna give this to you at some point. Sounded like a thoughtful idea in my head.â
You donât answer him, simply facing him in silence before continuing, âI wouldâve been sucking your dick right now if I wasnât so tired.â
He throws his head back in a loud laugh, the high pitched noise sounding across the room as he nearly curls up from the hilarity. You donât think it was that funny, but maybe itâs because you were telling the truth. Youâre pretty sure youâve joked about wanting to do that to someone whoâd do something like this for you, perhaps you could find the transcripts hidden in some text messages with Nayeon later to show Mingyu.
 His laughter is contagious regardless, giggles of your own coming out as you watch him practically lose it.Â
âI think you need to go to sleep,â you comment through bouts of laughter.Â
He sighs a vocal sigh as he calms down slowly, agreeing with your suggestion that the near morning delirium was getting to both of your heads. You rest your newly acquired, yet equally prized possession to the side, finally turning in for the night as he reaches to turn his night lamp off.Â
Mingyu moves to press his forehead into yours, not before placing a tiny peck into your lips as he mumbles against them in the dark, âI love you.â
âI love you,â you hum back as you press your lips together one last time, finally letting his breathing lull you into sleep.Â
The mattress is foreign, so is the pillow, and so are the scents that linger in the room. Itâs colder than youâd usually have it and the blankets feel different on your skin. And despite the most foreign thing in the room, the one that has his arms and legs wrapped around you, the one that whispered his love for you into your skin before drifting off, you find yourself falling into a sleep thatâs more blissful than any youâve had in a very, very long time.Â
The sun is doing nothing to help itself against the tide of annoyance tht rises in your sleepy state. Youâd get up and yank the curtains but canât bring yourself to have the motivation to leave the soft mattress, simply bunching the blanket up to your face to block out the remnants of sun rays that invade the room. Youâve nearly lulled yourself back to sleep when you start registering noises coming from outside the bedroom walls, muffled yet familiar.Â
Your brother is talking about something you canât make out, Seokminâs voice is undeniable despite passing through the folded layers of comforters around your head. You donât doubt the presence of the sweat thatâs probably already accumulated on your scalp.Â
 Thereâs nothing that alarms you in the moment despite Seokminâs yapping â that is until you hear a second voice.
You recognize it immediately as the sound of Mingyuâs talking, the words equally as muffled yet the intonation clear all the same.Â
Kicking the sheets off of your overheating body, you squint as you open your eyes in a desperate attempt to reign yourself back to earth, recollections of the past twenty four hours hurtling back to you like a constant line of K.Oâs.Â
The gallery, the picture, the drive up to Mingyuâs place,the sex, the falling asleep in his arms. You sit up in Mingyuâs bed, clad in nothing but his own T-shirt as you realize your brother is downstairs talking to Mingyu, and you have no idea if he knows you're here.Â
You realize very quickly that youâre trapped, being left with no other option than to remain in Mingyuâs bedroom until he comes back up to give you the clear, despite wanting to walk out to take the tiniest peek. Youâre not sure whatâs worse, getting caught or sitting in the growing pool of anxiety before Mingyu gets back.Â
Itâs a long, long twenty minutes, in which youâve done just about everything to get to hear their conversation a bit better; or to distract yourself from the fact that itâs happening at all. Pressing your ear to the door before going back to make the bed. Freshening up in the bathroom before going back to jamming your eye into the keyhole (you arenât sure why considering door faces a plain wall). You even hijacked a spare cup Mingyu had lying around the room to stick into the wall, hoping all those Mr. Bean cartoons hadnât been lying to you.Â
They were simply talking in a tone too low for your ears to catch (despite the Mr. Bean hack), and you resorted to scrolling on your phone to pass the remaining time. Itâs catastrophic to say the least, when youâre met with a string of frantic messages from Nayeon as well as a couple missed calls from your brother.Â
[Nayeon]: fuck [Nayeon]: i didnt see this [Nayeon]: he called this morning asking about you [Nayeon]: i accidentally told him you werent here [Nayeon]: im so sorry where are you [You]: its okay its my fault for texting so late [You]: i was at mingyus place [You]: ill tell you more later [Nayeon]: WHAT???
By the time Mingyu walks in, heâs mildly surprised to see you awake, pausing at the door as he takes in your huddled form. You sit up immediately, noting his still messy hair and the backwards sweatshirt heâs thrown on over his boxers. The question tumbles out of your lips before you can help it, âWas that Seokmin?â
âGood morning to you too,â he grumbles sarcastically, coming up on the bed to join you in your huddle fest. Youâre a little embarrassed at the way youâve greeted him first thing when he sees you, but his expression when he continues replaces it with something akin to fear. âAnd yeah, it was him.â
You want to ask him a follow up question, but you arenât sure what to say, simply staring at him, hoping heâd get the hint and continue by himself. He does.Â
âThe idiot has a spare key so he justâŚâ He trails off, rubbing his hands on his face, âhe just walked in straight to the room. Got the shock of his life, I suppose, âcause it woke me up while you kept snoring.âÂ
âHe walked into the room?!â you nearly screech, hand clamped over mouth, horrified. âWhat did he say to you?â
Mingyu has the audacity to laugh, simply tugging you back down on the bed to hold you. You briefly wonder how heâs so casual about this. âThereâs not really an expected reaction from someone when they find you half naked in bed with their sister.âÂ
The haphazardly shoved sweatshirt and no pants look was starting to make sense. âI heard you talking downstairs, what were you talking about?âÂ
âNothing you have to worry your pretty little head about,â his lips graze the shell of your ear as he snuggles further into you. âHe wants you home by seven though.âÂ
You throw your head back in a whine, âGod, what am I gonna do?âÂ
âYouâll be fine, he didnât smack me, he canât possibly be that mad at you.âÂ
âWhat was he then, ecstatic?â you retort.Â
âI mean,â his energy shifts a little. âI think heâs just a little hurt that he wasnât told.âÂ
âSo youâve done your damage control and now I need to pray he doesnât disown me.âÂ
âGod, youâre being so negative,â he comments and you canât help but round up on him.
âAnd youâre acting like you donât care!â
Heâs planting a fat kiss on your cheek at your outburst, coming in to coddle you even more. âIâm kidding, I just want you to relax, donât be upset.âÂ
âHas he given you his verdict yet?â you ask quietly.
He sighs at the question and you canât imagine his answer being any good. âNot yet, pretty up in the air about it.âÂ
When he sees you deflate even more in his arms, he continues, âIâm sure heâs gonna come around, he loves you too much to not. Itâs just a matter of time while he gets to make sense of the situation, donât worry about it.âÂ
âI hope so,â you reply.
âWe might have wash his socks for the next five years once he does, but itâs okay.âÂ
You canât help but snort at the prospect, âHis feet are stinkier than the regular humanâs, are you sure about that?â
He grins, âIâd do it for you.â
You push his face away, rolling your eyes at his attempt to be sappy. âYouâre gonna keep me for five years?âÂ
His smile drops as you feel the atmosphere shift in the slightest, his presence moving impossibly closer to you. âIâm gonna keep you forever.â
Hearing it is enough to have you lurching forward, closing the final gap between you so you can give in to the urge to kiss him. Heâs enthusiastic to give back, pulling your body to face him entirely as you mumble between kisses, âI love you.â
âI love you more.â
The rest of the day (once your anxietyâs calmed down, at least) is spent loitering around each other as you migrate around the house in random excess. He makes you breakfast, and you need to physically restrain him to stop feeding you every bite of pancake and bacon. You let him make your favourite for lunch though, after you finally admitted how much you truly liked his Chow Mein, going as far as to run to the store to grab the stuff he was missing. He returns with a bag of groceries, not missing an abnormal amount of moonpie value packs that he stashes in his cabinets because âyouâre gonna be around all the timeâ.Â
6:30 rolls around quicker than either of you would have liked, needing to wiggle out of Mingyuâs hold on his couch to change out of your half naked state. He continues to delay you another ten minutes as he refuses to open his car door to let you walk into the apartment building, leaning over the console to continue mumbling whines between your own consoling kisses.Â
By the time youâre making the walk of shame up to your door, the pit of anxiety that began to brew this morning returns from its dormancy, no Mingyu here to help ease your nerves, Gripping your key tight in your hands, you brace yourself to jam and twist to finally end this matter once and for all (at least you hope you can).Â
Seokmin is waiting on the couch for arrival like a parent waiting to catch their child in the act. He briefly glances over at you as you whisper a tame âHiâ, slipping off your shoes. He doesnât reply as he merely grabs the remote to pause his show, casting a heightened awkward atmosphere at the silence thatâs now engulfing the room. You tread carefully over to the couch, where Seokmin sits with his arms crossed.Â
It takes one look at his face for you to suddenly want to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. He didnât look angry, and perhaps you wouldâve preferred his aggression if it didnât mean having to look at a hurt Seokmin. You sit in silence for a couple dramatic minutes, hoping he would start talking so you wouldnât have to. Yet, when you realize you might have to say something anyway for fear of crushing under the pressure, you find yourself opening your mouth.Â
âAre you upset?â Of course, heâs upset, you idiot.
âI justââ he starts, before sighing. âI just wish one of you wouldâve told me what was going on.âÂ
âI know, Iâm sorry,â you reply. âI didnât want either of you to have an excuse to be upset with each other, so I justâŚâ
âI get that it was a recent thing but I think I deserved as much to know what was happening when I wasnât around.â
You wince as speaks, realizing he hasnât caught on to the fact that this isnât recent at all â for you at least. âUm, about thatâŚâ
âWhat? Thereâs more?â he scoffs.Â
âI, uhâŚIâve liked him since like fifth gradeââ Heâs immediately jaw dropped, eyes bulged, taking a sharp breath. âBut! In my defense, it was really obviousâitâs honestly your fault for not noticing.â
âMyâMy fault?!â he sputters. âThatâs like, forever, and you told me nothing? Mingyu told me this was recent, why did he lie?âÂ
âHe didnât, nothing happened till last night, I swear.â You cringe at what youâre entailing. âIt was just me that liked him for that long, he figured it out pretty early on butâŚâ
âHeâs finally reciprocating now?â he suggests, almost sarcastically.Â
âYeah,â you breathe out lightly.Â
âThis is insane,â he blows out a breath of air, massaging his temples.Â
âIâm not being stupid about him,â you mutter lowly, âThis isnât some puppy dog crush, especially not after so long.âÂ
Heâs silent.Â
âIâm telling you this because I donât want you to think Iâm jumping into this blind, especially for what it means for you too.âÂ
No response.Â
âIâm sorry that you had to find out like this, itâs really not how I wanted it to go.â And when youâre met with even more silence, you find yourself continuing. âPlease, talk to me. Cuss me out if you want, Iâd honestly rather you yell at me.â
Seokmin sighs for the near hundredth time, finally looking like he might say something. âI want you to listen to me very carefully.â Â
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, mind immediately going to the worst. Was he going to ask you to break up with him?
âIâm gonna choose to trust the both of you on this,â he starts, and you nearly melt into the cushions, âItâs your life, you can date whoever you want. AndâŚI guess Mingyu is better than someone else. Probably uses bad hair gel though.âÂ
Youâre catapulting yourself off the couch at the sound of that, throwing yourself onto an unassuming Seokmin. âThank you, thank you, thank you!âÂ
âOW! Okay! Geez, get off,â he grumbles as he finally stops wrestling you to let go of him, hugging you back as you squeeze his shoulders tight.Â
âI promise I wonât keep anything like this from you again.âÂ
âYou better not,â he huffs as you let go of him, âDonât think this means youâre forgiven. You still have a lot to tell me.âÂ
âI promise I wonât leave out a thing.â
The following weeks are near bliss, following your very loud confrontation with Nayeon when she gets back from her summer vacation, her screams at every plot turn having you praying for her neighbors. You doubt she believed you despite everything, not until she physically sees Mingyu come in one day, making a beeline to peck you on the lips before greeting anyone else. Her dropped jaw was very telling.Â
Even now, as Mingyu sports the title of the lame alumnus that still hangs around campus as he grips your hand, walking through the grass, the double takes youâre receiving seem to be traveling quite fast. You wouldnât necessarily blame them considering the trickier than usual dynamic you sport due to your brother (and you guess due to his reputation as well).Â
But you also knew theyâd be quick to die out as the newer batches of students come flying in â Mingyu will soon become a very well kept secret, in one way if not the other.Â
His neighbors, however, must be wishing he had the same sentiment as well, considering the absolutely foul noises that are coming from his apartment.Â
Youâre learning very quickly that Mingyuâs innocent touchiness can turn into something of the opposite at any given time, exhibit A being now as you try your damn hardest to muffle the sounds coming out of your mouth as Mingyu works his own mouth on your cunt. The knees over his shoulders are shivering from the expense, fingers pumping into your hole as he rubbed a particular spot with his tongue that had you gripping onto his hair tight.Â
As much as Mingyu loves to hear you, you find his other hand being brought up to place two fingers in your mouth for you as the perfect pacifier, sounds limiting extensively.Â
By the time youâre coming undone, sprawled on his couch like you just ran a marathon, youâre quick to realize that he has no intention of letting you have a breather. It takes one shove for him to pull his pulsing length out of his pants, tip pushing into your still sopping hole as he invited all of him inside you.Â
Youâll never forget the first time Mingyu fucked you raw, right after you told him he had the green light after taking your birth control pills. It was magic, youâve never seen him this vocal as he finished inside you nearly four times in a single night. His moans remain loud even still, as he brings your thighs to press over your chest, basically folding you in half. The mere sound of your wetness as he pumps in and out of you is enough to have you nearly careening over the edge, especially when you feel a desperate hand reach out to rub fast circles on your clit.Â
You throw your head back as you cum for the second time, pulsing around him in a grip Mingyu canât believe has the ability to become tighter. Itâs enough for him though, as he leans his forehead against your chest as he releases himself inside you.Â
He doesnât think heâll ever get tired of it, watching you filled to the brim with his cum, even as it drips onto the blankets youâve laid down below. He has half a mind to stuff the liquid back inside you, but fears youâre tired enough, the overstimulation too much for you.Â
By the time youâve cleaned up and resumed the movie you shouldâve been done with hours ago, cuddled impossibly close to him, you find yourself remembering something quite out of the blue.
âHey, not that I really care anymore,â you start, âBut who were the guys you were talking to that day? From the party.â
âStopped hanging out with them ages ago,â Mingyu scoffs, face souring at the mention of them. âI mean, it was me who said all that bullshit, but they werenât exactly good influences either. Learned that pretty quick.â
âOh,â you reply simply, letting your head fall back onto his chest.
He doesnât seem to be having any of it, grabbing your chin to have you face him. âIâm still really sorry about that. I donât care if you chase my tail for another fifty years, itâll always be adorable.â
âForgave you a long time ago, but I think I have a condition now.âÂ
He quirks a brow at your words. âWhat does her Highness ask of me?â
âThat you chase my tail for another fifteen to make up for all the running Iâve done.âÂ
Heâs laughing at that, agreeing to your condition as places loving smooches all over your face. âConsider it done.â
Itâs later on in the night, both of you huddled in ratty hoodies and mismatched slippers, plastic bag crinkling along Mingyuâs arm as you giggle about something he said. Youâre enjoying your fudgsicle in the peace and serenity of the 1 AM hour, making your trek home after raiding the corner store down the block. Mingyu suddenly halts in his tracks as he sees a particularly pretty set of flowers, illuminated by the fluorescent street lights.Â
âBabe, babe, stand here let me take a picture of you.â
âWhat?â you frown, holding up your stick of iced chocolate. âIâm not done yet.â
You watch as he grabs the melting popsicle from your hand downing the entire thing in one go as you watch him, hand still outstretched and jaw dropped. âMingyu, you bitch!â
He only smiles as he mulls the chocolate in his mouth, words basically gibberish, ââereâs more in the baâ, now go stan'!âÂ
You huff as you trudge to where he was asking you to pose, throwing a couple peace signs to satiate the home video urges in him so you could rip open your second fudgsicle.Â
âWait! You got a little chocolate on your mouth.â he announces, and you stick your tongue out to lick past the remnants of the sweetness. âNoâ wait.â
He walks over to you as your still trying to find the spot you missed, unassuming as he swings into your face to kiss the remaining off. âOh, nevermind, it was nothing.âÂ
You push him off as heat crawls up your face, feigning annoyance at his antics. You decide to forgive him when rips open another fudgsicle for you, offering it with both hands, promising to not steal a single lick. You believe him, snatching the stick from him as you continue your trek home.Â
Itâs not until heâs attempting to send you the pictures he just took to your phone so you could post them (which, with the way you looked, fat chance) that he notices something in your albums.Â
âOh, are these grad photos?â he asks as he clicks the album open.
âMhm,â you hum not paying too much attention as you walked and ate.Â
âWhyâs there only one picture here?â he asks as he pulls up to find nothing more left to load.Â
Itâs only then that you bring your full attention to your phone in his hand as you realize what picture heâs talking about, âOh god, donât look at that one.â
He does the obvious thing and opens it anyway, a louder than necessary âaw��� coming out his mouth. âWhy do you look like Iâm about to eat you?âÂ
âIt felt like it!â you whine, remembering the moment clear as day. âThey kept pestering me to take a picture with you too, I was tryna book it out of there at first chance.âÂ
He giggles as he zooms into the photo, âIâm sending this to myself.â
You groan loudly at the thought, âGod, just delete it, leave it alone.â
He tucks the phone into himself further, not letting you grab it. âNo, youâre not deleting it. Why do you have it tucked into a separate folder if you hate it so much.â
Heâs got you there, you realize quickly, and he reigns in his victory as he watches you grimace at the phone slightly, adding on, âit has a lot of feelings attached to it, I get it. But look, we can attach new feelings to it, now youâll think about right now the next time you see it.â
âThink about you hijacking my fudgsicles? I think I prefer heartbreak,â you say, bringing your half eaten pop closer to your body in case he tries anything.Â
Youâre deemed correct when he replies, motioning towards your concealed treat, âCareful, I can still pounce when youâre not looking.âÂ
Shoving your hands into the swinging bag hanging on Mingyuâs arm, you bring out a thing of sausage and shove it towards him, âYou leave me and my fudgsicle alone, go be lousy and suck on this or whatever.â
âYouâd know alot about that, wouldnât you?â he notes casually, grabbing the sausage anyway as he unwraps it to take a bite.Â
It takes you a second to realize what heâs talking about while he stares at you with a mischievous expression, coming to shove him when the innuendo finally registers in your head. You do the opposite this time, pointing the melting chocolate toward him instead, threatening to smear it all over his white hoodie.Â
He laughs at the sight, disarming you by simply moving your wrist away, coming to kiss you on the mouth hard regardless of your annoyed expression.Â
âLove yaââ he giggles.Â
âHm.â
âWhat, hm? Say it back.â
You pretend to wonder, âI donât think so.â
âSay it!â he groans, âSay it, say it!âÂ
You manage to wriggle out of his hold, booking it before he realises whatâs happening.Â
âHey!âÂ
Your both probably waking up the entire neighborhood with how loud youâre yelling and laughing, and even when he manages to tackle you down on somebodyâs lawn, coaxing the words out of you with borderline violence, you still manage to smile, thanking your lucky stars that you got what you wanted after all.Â
âWhatâre you thinking about?â he asks with an undertone.Â
âThanking my stars they led me to you,â you reply.Â
âMore like the other way around. Needed the fattest fucking star to realize what was in front of me all along,â he jests himself.Â
It sparks a laugh out of you. âI love you.â
âAnd I love you.â
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๨ৠâ summary | request -> "STOP IM SO HAPPY UR MAKING PAIGE X WBB MEDIA MANAGER A SERIES BC I SENT IN THE FIRST REQUEST đ˝đ˝đ˝ fic with paige and reader being out and a little wasted and getting interviewed by fellow college student about their relationship and working together etc. (could end in smut if u like ;)) // inspo: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTL9fH1p1/" (love you nonnie thank you for giving me the idea to make this series, ur the best mwahhhh hope you enjoyed)
â word count | 1k
â warnings | so much sexual tension its bad, paige being possessive (in a cutesy way!), interviewer being kinda weird/suggestive, mentions of drinking/getting high, some language, nothing else?
â taglist | @xocherishxo @iienstein @yazmunson @euphternal @uraesthete @hello-nah817 @wanderlusturous and here's a link to my taglist if anyone would like to join!!
â ev's notes | okay so this is kinda part of the manager series (if u guys want it to be) or if u have no idea what it is, thats fine!!!! i wanted to make it a standalone cus it felt better to me that way but whichever you'd like to read it, read it!! idk why that specific tiktok is my roman empire, it's just the way she talks and EVERYTHING makes me physically so like..... obsessed i don't even know, like GODDDDD im so attracted to her
YOUR FEET HAD begun to hurt an hour ago and your entire body felt sore, though you didn't feel very tired though.
You were two and half redbull vodkas in and let's just say you were tipsy; you weren't quite drunk yet but you were definitely on the way. As you stumbled slightly through the sidewalks of the UConn campus, your only guide was Paige's hand on your waist. The combination of the alcohol and Paige's presence made everything seem surreal, like you were walking through a really good dream.
You felt giddy, that was the only way you could describe it. You were drunk, sure but mostly off of Paige's lingering touch. You were excited by it, as if every brush of her fingers against your skin sent a jolt of electricity through your body. The night air was crisp, but you hardly noticed as you leaned into her warmth, reveling in the sensation of her warmth.
Paige's laughter bubbled up beside you was infectious, pulling you deeper. You found yourself laughing along, not entirely sure what was so funny but not exactly caring either. The world seemed to shrink to just the two of you in a bubble of tipsy euphoria.
You and Paige leaned against the railing, a cup in her hand as she gazed at you while you spoke about god-knows-what, she wasn't really sure anymore. She was zoned out until she felt a tap on her shoulder, to be met with a pair of new eyes.
Her face contorted into confusion as she sat up, glancing at you then back at the stranger. "Are you Paige and Y/N?"
"Yeah, what's up?" She replied quickly as she straightened up, a forced smile on her face.
He returned the smile gratefully, "I'm a big fan, uh... can we interview you two?" The guy spoke quickly as he glanced back at his friend, who was waving awkwardly.
Paige glanced back at you with a smile of her own as she waited for your approval. You nodded slowly as you glanced back at the guys as you surveyed the surroundings. "Just be chill, okay?"
He nodded as his friend pulled out his phone as he took out his phone and began using it as a microphone. He cleared his throat as he smiled, looking at his friend to start recording.
"Who are here with today?" He spoke as he brought it up to Paige's lips, then yours.
"Paige Bueckers,"
"And uh, Y/N L/N. By the way, she's not drinking alcohol," you added with a smile as Paige laughed.
Paige nodded and gestured to her drink. "I'm drinking a shirley temple, no alcohol."
"Yeah, we don't do that around here." The guy added with a laugh as the two of you glanced at each other, holding in your laughter.
Paige grinned, her tone amused as she played. "Y/N's here to keep in check though,"
"So you guys are actually close, like outside all the sports stuff?" He glanced in between you guys, noticing the close proximity between you.
You shared a knowing look with Paige. "Oh yeah, Paige and I are practically inseparable," you replied with a grin, your voice laced with fondness.
Paige nodded as she gazed at you, a smirk playing on her lips. "Yeah, Y/N's my girl, on and off the court."
You couldn't help but feel warm under her unwavering gaze as you laughed and averted your gaze back to the guy who was watching you two closely.
"As in like, best friend?" He clarified as he looked back at the camera with a laugh.
"What else?" Paige replied with amusement and slight agitation as she finally broke her gaze, a small laugh leaving her lips. "Obviously,"
"How is it like working together though, if you guys are really close? If I had to spend all that time with my best friend, not sure I would make it." The interviewer joked as he glanced back at the camera.
Paige furrowed her eyebrows as she laughed. "It's not bad at all, it's really fun. We hang out a lot, we get to go on trips together and share hotel rooms, it's a blessing."
She glanced back at you with a smile as you nodded slowly, feeling yourself draw closer to her. "Yeah, it is a blessing," that was all you could get out as you watched Paige wet her lips and laugh, turning away slightly.
You were pretty sure that the interviewer had caught on to the obvious tension but you didn't care at this point, you were lost in the moment, captivated by Paige. The interviewer's words seemed to fade into the background as you found yourself drawn closer to her, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement.
"Why do you wear Paige's jersey rather than anyone else's?" He asked, his tone laced with amusement as he watched you zone back in.
Paige's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the guy, clearly getting annoyed by his stupid question. But before she could respond with a less polite answer, you did with a laugh. "I don't only wear her jersey, it was one time and it was because it was her first game back after her injury."
Paige's expression softened as she nodded in agreement, her irritation dissipating. "Yeah, it meant a lot to me to see her wearing my jersey that day."
The interviewer nodded before he glanced back at the camera before to you two again. "Okay, okay. Last question, do you think you could beat me in a 1v1?"
"Absolutely," Paige replied with a laugh as she grabbed your arm and pulled you away, beginning to walk off before the interviewer kept talking.
"Okay bet, whoever wins gets to take Y/N out," he called out, his tone playful as he flashed a smirk toward the camera.
Paige turned around to give him the nastiest glare of all time as she kept walking forward. "I already do that, bro."
You stifled a laugh at Paige's quick retort, her playful possessiveness bringing a warmth to your cheeks. The interviewer's eyes widened in surprise at Paige's response, clearly caught off guard by her boldness as he laughed, turning back to the camera.
You two just walked off as Paige's hand moved down back to your waist as you continued on your way. Despite the slightly heated exchange, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of warmth in your chest at Paige's possessiveness.
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cam đ | this has to be their hard launch or something cus DAMNđ ⥠792
âł user893492948493 | ngl i can't even deny it anymore and i was the biggest anti paige and y/n person OUT THERE
âł lily :p | "my girl" đŚđŚđŚđŚđŚđŚ
Jake | is it just me or does paige like girls? ⥠701
âł ella :) | ????? yeah????
âł Jake | this is news to me uhh
lovergirl <3 | okay what about sharin hotel rooms now... ⥠432
ZM | bro why would u say that đđđ in front of PAIGE BUECKERS đđ ⥠1.1k
âđźđĽđđťââď¸ | am i interrupting something... đ° ⥠994
cailey âď¸ | okay who is y/n whats her instagram where does she go who is she is she dating anyone wow shes beautiful ⥠2k
âł đŻđŻ | everyones collective reaction when they first see y/n
âł cailey âď¸ | going through a rabbit hole rn brb, she's so pretty what đ
âł #1 swiftie đ | cailey watch out girl ur on paige's watchlist now....
đ¤đ¤ | the damn tension in air damn im not even y/n and i feel hot ⥠118
Thomas W | they are both drunk as hell bro what is up with the laughing đ ⥠1.2k
user83948928932 | bro met y/n l/n and paige bueckers and continued to ask the worst questions of all time ⥠591
âł uconn luvr | and paige was good with the comebacks like okayyy baee protect ur girl!!
âł đĽ bow | they are not dating, can two girls just be friends anymore?
âł uconn luvr | she literally calls her "my girl" in like the first 2 seconds of the video
Isabelle Reece ⨠| paige was too quick w that reply to just be "best friends" with her đ ⥠903
âł ur fav aries | bro i know she was smooth with it too likeđđťââď¸
y/n's bitch đ | idk who i wanna be more y/n or paige ⥠252
âł mikey đ¤ | theyre both so hot
âł đ§ââď¸ | mike ima have sit you down for this...
âł taylor! | ohh... thats not...
Chris | shes cooking you respectfully ⥠1k
i đ uconn wbb | if this doesn't prove y/n and paige are together idk what will
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part 2?? cus i lowk wanna write smut for this now... lmk
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âł thank you for reading all the way through, as always âĄ
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Sometimes when he's right next to you.
"You have a piece of food stuck in your two front teeth."
"Why didn't you just tell me that... out loud? You're literally right next to me."
"I was already on my datapad. Craning my neck up and talking would require more energy. Wanted to save the time."
"...Sure, Tech. Thanks for telling me."
"Of course, dear."
Sometimes it's when he's away from you; his thoughts can't help but come to what he's missing.
"I saw a blooming Eucharis grandiflora while on a mission. Made me think of you. I have it tucked into a pocket in hopes of giving it to you when I return. It'll look even nicer in your hair, I believe. A picture is attached to the end of this message. Miss you endlessly, dear."
Other times it's funny little observations he would've kept to himself before.
"Crosshair seems more grouchy than usual today. I wonder what has got him hissing like a lothcat."
He'll message you in mass about whatever has raked his brain.
"Must finished a new coding project. I've really enjoyed learning the 'outdated' Coruscanti standard coding language, I do not know why they would change it, the commands are easy to use and they execute its orders well, and the new one is far too derivative I might say after using both..."
He's messaged many times:
"You look very nice today."
And in succession, send something along the lines of:
"Of course, you look nice everyday, but more so it feels in this moment. I hope I didn't cause any doubt or confusion, cyare. You're never not enchanting."
He'll ask you to grab things:
"Would you please go get me an R4 switch from the top shelf? I would, but I'm quite cramped under the board here. A thank you in advance."
And your favorite message you've gotten as you were falling asleep mindlessly scrolling on your data pad:
"I see you dozing off, dear. Go to my cot and rest. I'll join you soon. Goodnight, I love you."
a/n: bouta get on a plane in a few hours, wrote this at the gate while very bored lol. hope u enjoy the nonsensical tech brainrot đ¤ ~ tags: @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower
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Itâs so frustrating to see him drinking more and looking increasingly depressed. I just hope heâs okay. This whole PR game seems to be taking a toll on him, and itâs like no one is really looking out for his well-being. //
I agreed with you up until this point (respectfully đŠˇ). I actually donât think heâs drinking more. What I do think is that heâs under a LOT of stress and looks like he hasnât had a good nightâs sleep in a hot minute. I actually think that seeing what a drunk she is has put him off to alcohol.
That being said, I do agree with you when you say that no one seems to move looking out for his well-being. Especially not her. If you REALLY love someone, you donât let them survive on pb&j sandwiches and no sleep. You just donât. I understand being an actor is demanding and long hours are unavoidable. But there were healthier ways for that man to gain weight that didnât involve him eating like that. And if she were REALLY his partner and he was REALLY more than a meal ticket to her, she wouldâve made sure that his health wasnât jeopardized. Because thatâs what you do when you love someone. You look out for them. Period. She hasnât looked out for him, ever. Ffs, she helped his psychotic fans doxx him. Sheâs nothing but a clout chasing egomaniac.
Thank you for this!
The alcohol thing is mainly just a rumor Iâve heard, not 100% but during after parties I KNOW she gets drunk (seen by photos, itâs just the way she looks that proves sheâs tipsy/wasted). I donât want that to rub off on him in the near future since he did call his Marvel fans a trip/âcrazyâ, which is all her doing. Sheâs morphing his fans into some sort of a crazy lunatic gang, Iâve never seen anything like it!! (Iâll post a photo of what someone said in this reply) itâs truly disgusting, disturbing, and creepy. If his exes did any of these things sheâs done, it wouldâve been an immediate cancel. My ultimate theory of why they just ADORE her is:
1. Theyâre uneducated and refuse to look into any form of information/proof of her being a bad person (in anyway/shape/or form)
2. Theyâre bots. Some of the comments under her account seems very fake!! If you look into their profiles most of the time⌠they donât post anything and their comments sound very unreal?
3. Theyâre hired. I seen some fan pages of his go ALL out on supporting her!! Take it for example: Soorwellystan/Wintersbucky. They act like the same person, edit the same, talk the same, what not. Plus they adore Annabelle, theyâll ignore all the exposure of her wrong doings, comment on every post, upload when she gets a new gig, etc. Even Soorwellystan uploaded on her story one time: âStop making up rumors, stop hating. Iâm not hired for their PR relationship. Itâs not PR, heâs just in a relationship. I donât get why you guys even care, you donât even know him.â What a good âfanâ she is to be switching fandoms back-and-forth (then again thatâs his whole fandom now).
And she only gets over 10k+ likes on a post when it has any way to include Seb in it, like those Italy pictures she uploaded, Cannes, on her stories (related to Seb).
And what she is doing isnât right. I have NO idea on why they support this problematic woman, who is literally tearing him up into shreds. Thereâs loads of proof they could look into all over the media , yet they decline. So I will be uploading this stuff for it to be proven!
I do like to upload this type of stuff because it truly helps people understand (if theyâre willing to hear evidence/listed facts). So thank you for sharing!! You made very good points that I HOPE people will understand, if they donât, theyâre a lost cause.
And the photo of her crazy fan:
#sebastian stan#marvel#bucky barnes#annabelle wallis#peaky blinders#problematic people#pr relationships#toxic person#toxic relationship#actually narcissistic#narcissistic personality disorder#narcissism#spread awareness#spread love#viralpost#viral#tumblr fyp#fyp#information
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An hour.
Reading the comments on Lucifer's nightmare pass, and they are all, complaints, hot people, and others thanking PB.
I am passing on the best ones verbatim, to give you the news. (I like to gossip)
"Do not point that gun at me." "No have panties." "I told them it would be paid and they called me crazy." "Lololol, Lucifer eggs." "Bimet made the game."
And
Animatecafe is a cafĂŠ:
I crying...
#what in hell is bad#whb#prettybusy what in âhellâ is bad?#pretty busy#Raphael's girls on this side of the world don't eat#The complaints are so real that they burn me#Cheap is not the word for Luci#Let's hope Raphael doesn't get his little friend up for a long time
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MCFLY JULY â24 â blind spot.
JANUARY 11, 1986
The key turns in the front door, the winter chill rushing into the house. A moment later, the hall light turns on.
âMom? You awake?âÂ
Sylvia smiles at the sound of her sonâs voice, putting down her crochet things on the end table. Â
âWeâre in here, Georgie!âÂ
Carefully, she stands, easing her grandsonâs head off her lap and tucking a pillow underneath. Sheâs pretty sure the kid mustâve been an acrobat in another life; thereâs no way heâd be able to sleep all twisted up like a pretzel otherwise. She readjusts the blanket sheâd put over him, smoothing down his hair, before meeting her son and daughter-in-law halfway.
âWell, how was the party?â she asks, leaning up against the breakfast bar as George and Lorraine hang up their coats. âYou two crazy kids have fun hobnobbinâ with the head honchos at Simon & Schuster?âÂ
âIt was nice, Mom, thanks,â George answers, way too dismissively for a party heâd been talking about for weeks, full of editors and publishers and everything heâd always dreamed of, âbutââ
âHow was Marty?â Lorraine interrupts, urgently.
Here we go. Finally, some answers.
âLorrie, honey, you know Artie and I always love beinâ with the kids,â Sylvia begins, and she meant it, even though Artie had called it a night about three hours ago and was now snoring loud enough to shake the walls, âbut seventeen goinâ on eighteenâs a little old for a babysitter, donât you think?âÂ
âOh, weâve just been so worried about him, Sylvia,â Lorraine pleads, eyes wide. âWe⌠we didnât think it would be a good idea to leave him alone.âÂ
âFor the last few months,â George elaborates, wrapping an arm around his wife and holding her close, âhe hasnât been himself. He doesnât sleep, heâs been having nightmares⌠heâs been having memory problems, too, and I know heâs a teenager, but sometimes heâll get in his own head and itâs like⌠heâs not even here, like he goes somewhere else instead.â
âHeâll get so confused,â Lorraine agrees, âand-and he used to love thunderstorms but now heâs just so afraid of them and... other things⌠sometimes it even feels like he's afraid of usâŚâ She bites her lip and buries herself into George.Â
It breaks Sylviaâs heart to see them like this; in mourning for the boy whoâs alive and breathing and fast asleep on the couch. Just a few hours ago her and Marty were singing along to the radio while making dinner and laughing until they cried trying to play games on his Nintendo while eating Lucky Charms by the bowlful.
âWe mustâve missed something,â George murmurs, âsomething mustâve happened to him and we missed it somehow.â
âWeâve just been so busy,â Lorraine laments, âtoo busy. I-I thought it was the stress⌠with college applications and everything changing⌠but even Jennifer and Doctor Brown donât know whatâs wrong.â Â
Sylvia isnât quite sure she buys that.Â
She may not know a lot of things, but she does know that Carl Sagan from 1931 certainly doesnât look like that nice young man on PBS from a couple years back but did look a whole lot like that whiz kid Emmett and even more like her grandsonâs best friend, that nice Doctor Brown, that Emmett grew up to be.Â
She also knows that Sonny Crockett (who is pretty much all they talked about at dinner tonight) is from one of Martyâs favorite shows, not that kid from 1931 with her grandsonâs sweet blue eyes and a fake mustache.
She even remembers George begging her and Artie to help him get all dolled up for some dance at the last minute and talking all about how he wasnât going with a date but he was going to meet up with his new friend Marty there.
Not to mention the date on that Bubble Bobble game of his is two years from now.
When you grow up around liars and cheats, you get to be really good at noticing things.Â
âSo how was he tonight?â George asks again. âReally?â
âGeorgie, sweetheart, he was fine,â Sylvia emphasizes. âWe had a great time. As for the other stuff⌠Remember what you were like when you were his age? I sure do. Any time your dad and I got near ya weâd have to promise we werenât tryinâ to look in your journals. Even if we were just givinâ you a hug!â
They crack a smile at this, George at least having the decency to look sheepish.
âWhateverâs going on with Marty,â she continues, âheâll tell ya when heâs good and ready. And remember: youâre great parents. He loves you. Heâd do anything for you. Just be there for him until then and let him know that you love him too. No matter what.â
Sylvia looks over her shoulder at her sleeping grandson, a fond smile and a mischievous look in her eye.
We got a lot to talk about, kiddo. Iâm ready when you are.
#drabble tbt.#mcflyjuly#mcfly july â24.#YET ANOTHER ONE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR ALL MONTH#hoooo man. if you don't know the game we get to meet george's parents and specifically his mom in 1931#the inimitable trixie trotter / sylvia miskin my absolute BELOVED#i've mentioned before how i think out of all of marty's relatives. she's the one he gets the most from (her and artie's dad willie)#but specifically her bc that's where his love of music comes from as well as his bravery and his loyalty and his sass#and his little bit of a canadian accent bc she's from canada canonically!!!#anyways so she's great and i think she would Definitely be one of the first to figure the whole time travel thing out (if not *the* first)#i just love her so much and it was so fun to see things through her eyes for a while#also i am so sorry and feel so bad for doing this to lp george and lorraine but it does sadly make sense...#they're such good parents :'(#george & lorraine tbt.#grandma sylvia tbt.#queue. this is heavy.#long post#long post tw
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VP Harris unleashes Tim Walz!
August 14, 2024
Robert B. Hubbell
Three overlapping developments on Tuesday boosted Democratic prospects in November. The race remains tight nationally, in swing states, and in the electoral college âbut the trends all favor Democrats.
The developments include Governor Tim Walz's strong debut as a solo campaigner, the fallout from Trumpâs anti-union remarks on Musk's Twitter interview on Monday, and the qualification of ballot initiatives in Arizona and Missouri that would guarantee reproductive freedom for citizens of those states.
Tim Walz makes strong solo debut in Los Angeles
Proving the wisdom of selecting Tim Walz for the vice-presidential slot, Walz turned in a strong performance during his first solo campaign outing at the Los Angeles convention of the American Federation of State, County and Municipal Employees. Tim Walz gave a rousing speech, emphasizing the Harris-Walz support for labor unionsâand Trump-Vanceâs hostility to organized labor.
The full speech is included in this article: PBS News, Walz tells union members in Los Angeles that Trump and Vance have âwaged war on working peopleâ. It is worth your time to watch a few minutes of the twenty-minute speech. It will inspire confidence in Tim Walz as a partner, ally, and effective surrogate for Kamala Harris.
As usual, Tim Walz did not mince words. While noting that he and Kamala Harris both joined union members on the picket lines, he reminded the audience of 4,000 union members that UAW president Shawn Fain just called Donald Trump âa scab.â Walz said that Trump had spent his career âstiffing service workers on his own propertiesâ and opposing increases in the minimum wage.
Walz recounted Trump's recent statement at a gathering of billionaires, âYouâre rich as hell and we are going to cut your taxes.â Walz asked, âWho do you know wants to cut taxes on billionaires but opposes raising the minimum?â Walz then put a cherry on top by reviewing the Senate voting record of JD Vance, noting that he is one of only four Senators who âhas never cast a vote in favor of a pro-worker bill.â
Walz addressed the manufactured controversy over his military service record by taking the high road, praising everyone who âput on the uniformâ to serve our country:
[JD Vance] is attacking me for my record of service. I am proud to serve my country and always will be. Â . . . I was a member of the Veterans Affair Committee and a champion of our men and women in uniform. I am damn proud of my service to this country, and I firmly believe you should never denigrate another personâs service record. For anyone brave enough to put on the uniform for our great country, including my opponent, I have just a few simple words:Â Thank you for your service and sacrifice.
Walzâs earnest delivery on this point is worth watching. See the jump link to the video here: Tim Walz comments on his service in the National Guard.
Walz closed his speech by urging Democrats and union members not to take anything for granted in the 2024 election:
This is going to be a close, tough race. But if each of us does an extra shift, devotes an extra hour, does a little bit more, we get to wake up on the morning after the election and know that the work we did transformed the lives of millions, transformed generations, impacted the world. Thatâs how it happens. We organize, we donate, we volunteer. . . . We have eighty four days to control our destiny.
It is easy to see why Tim Walz has a net positive (11+) favorability ratingâa rating that eclipses every other candidate on the presidential and vice-presidential slates for 2024. JD Vance, by comparison, has a net negative (-9) favorability rating nationally, a rarity for a vice-presidential candidate. Worse (for Vance), among the voters who know him best (in Ohio), Vance holds a negative favorability rating of -16!
The more voters get to know Tim Walz, the more they like him. The opposite is true for JD Vance. Kamala Harris chose well!
UAW sues Trump and Musk for comments made during Trump's Twitter interview
Among the many bizarre occurrences during Muskâs âconversationâ with Trump on Twitter, Trump praised Musk for firing workers at Telsa who attempted to unionize. See Newsweek, Donald Trump Cheers Elon Musk Over Firing Workers: 'You're the Greatest!'
During the Twitter conversation, Trump said,
I love it. You're the greatest . . . I mean, I look at what you do. You just walk in and you just say, 'You wanna quit?' They go on strike, I won't mention the name of the company, but they go on strike and you say, 'That's OK, you're all gone . . . Every one of you is gone.'"
Unfortunately for Trump and Musk, it is a violation of federal law to intimidate workers for attempting to organize. On Tuesday, the UAW filed a complaint against both Trump and Musk. The UAW issued a blistering statement along with the complaint: Â
Under federal law, workers cannot be fired for going on strike, and threatening to do so is illegal under the National Labor Relations Act. âWhen we say Donald Trump is a scab, this is what we mean. When we say Trump stands against everything our union stands for, this is what we mean,â said UAW President Shawn Fain. âDonald Trump will always side against workers standing up for themselves, and he will always side with billionaires like Elon Musk, who is contributing $45 million a month to a Super PAC to get him elected. Both Trump and Musk want working class people to sit down and shut up, and they laugh about it openly. Itâs disgusting, illegal, and totally predictable from these two clowns.â
Ouch! For a hot minute, Trump was courting the labor vote. No more! Although the Teamsters Union declined (last month) to endorse Biden or Trump, the Black Caucus of the Teamsters Union voted on Tuesday (after the Twitter interview) to endorse Kamala Harris. See. Politico, Teamsters' Black caucus defies leadership with Harris endorsement.
So, in an unscripted âinterviewâ with Elon Musk, Trump manages to start a war with organized labor. Meanwhile, Tim Walz is proving his chops as a national campaign surrogate for Kamala Harris. Itâs nice when Democratic strengths overlap with Republican weaknesses.
[Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter]
#Tim Walz#Robert B Hubbell#Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter#election 2024#scab#Shawn Fain#UAW#Unions#working class people#good jobs#organized labor
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Hey, Iâm that anon from before. After spending all my hardly earned keys trying to get Lucifer (Selfie) and, of course, failing miserably because their drop rates are insanely bad, I uninstalled the game. Really, I had enough of it. I canât obtain new red keys because all of my characters are maxed out and I wonât spend hours playing Panty Party to get just one or two of them. Then, since thereâs no way for me to get the cards for the character I like the most without paying lots of money for it, there was nothing for me to do in the game anymore. And I wonât even start on the Belphegor banner. 5% chances of getting him and his artifact, but around 4,4% for the artifact and 0,6% for the character? What the hell? Really, all of this nonsense made me lose interest in the game as a whole, and I donât even care anymore. They said the Summer version of all the kings is coming soon, and, even if Lucifer is on it, I donât care anymore and donât doubt they will still manage to squeeze money into it. Whatever. Sorry for my manner of expressing myself over this, but this is so frustrating. If they had started like this, it would be fine by me, but they are slowly changing the game and taking away all the free farming things. Even a whale I follow on X has commented that the new red keys deals were absurd, so you can see how overboard and greedy theyâre being. I donât even doubt them putting the new H-scenes behind a paywall in the future as well, since itâs something people actually look for. It is a really good game, with beautiful art and captivating characters, but the company is truly making it not worth the playersâ time anymore. Well⌠Thatâs it for me, I guess. Again, sorry for intruding like this again in your inbox, and I hope that you can manage to get Lucifer (Selfie) and that you have a good day, too!
I'm so sorry you couldn't get Lucifer selfie after all of those tries, I'm sorry for everyone who couldn't get him :c (I did get him but it took a whopping 700 red keys & a lot of object dupes, but I got bloodshed Levi too)
What you say is completely understandable and it's true that they're being absolutely greedy & it's nonsense to keep supporting PB, now I'm only there cuz I want Michael but I doubt that I'll be able to get him with only 3k+ seals but I'll try
Maybe if they change back & make things not paywalled & a more f2p friendly game then people will come back, but they're now telling us to, pretty much, f off. But as you say, they'll probably be even greedier & paywall h-scenes
Thank you for expressing yourself & your feelings through this ask box, I encourage anyone who wants to express themselves to do so here, so don't worry about spamming my ask box cuz that's why I enabled anon asks for. Have a nice day! ^v^
And again, I'm sorry you decided to quit, but it's best for you to not waste your time on a lost cause
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WHB Belphie discussion! (Again)
I'm gonna be going back and rewriting some of my theories.
So first off, according to this post, Belphie seems... More lenient than he seems. Which means he's definitely not that strict and/or maybe doesn't care as much about what his people do or where they go? (Or maybe that's just because those three are high-ranking devils so of course they have more freedom)
Which makes me retract on my earlier statement from my previous post:
for some reason, I have a feeling that he's very mean? Or like, he's one of those who will bully MC LOL
(though I can't tell if it's bully because he likes mc, or bully because that's just how he is)
Or at least, he isn't the type to just punish his people because he got irritated (unlike Levi) so it makes me think that he probably bullies MC because he likes them. That's just his attitude when it comes to the person he likes. He treats them... Not like shit, but not very nicely either hahaha.
OH and I just realized from the post I mentioned earlier that Dre has a halo! What?! I completely forgot about that so I'm embarrassed about what I said regarding Belphie's haloâ
......I was going to say something about Belphie wearing angel limbs/pieces as accessories, but after seeing @/aki-shun's and @/sparkbeast20's observation and theories, I'm starting to think that the halo is indeed because of an experiment. From their observation, Belphie, Levi and Mammon are the only kings so far that had their mouths closed in their teasers, all the other kings do not.
Which leaves me with a foreboding feeling...Both the halo and the double pupils are definitely part of that experiment.
I'm only aware with Levi's past of escaping from an angel camp, and I've only just recently (like, a few hours ago) found out that Mammon has been as well. Which makes me think Belphie definitely also got 'napped and experimented on by the angels. Which is just so đ I wanna hug him (until he pushes me away lmao)
Also, thanks for @/eternal-auditor for reminding me of Beel's obscenely delicious looking dick and the tattoo on it that Belphie also has on his forehead which is.... honestly so boring. They're devils and they have tattoos of The Devil's insignias...but I guess PB has done worse...
Ah, but having another devil that has tattoos is nice, don't get me wrong. I wonder how many Belphie will have. I reckon he has a lot (and I also reckon it's to cover up some of his lingering scars).
Also I drew him some more in school. I tried to incorporate that halo he has and changed his attire to resemble Dre's since it's supposed to be a uniform.
(sorry about the quality, I'm too lazy to redraw this in ibis)
I redesigned his hair in this because I just realized that he could also have a half-up do and still look like the teaser!!! I was wearing this style earlier (but less pointy and ragged because my hair was long and wet and incredibly straight) so I thought why not give him this? He looks like he could be drinking champagne while murdering people with Sanzu lmao. Very mafia-esque which I ADORE
Also also!!! Going back to sparkbeast20's post, there's a Twitter post by @/WHB_kiri where they drew Belphie's eye where it only shows the second (upper) pupil when he's serious. So here's the last of my two cents!
Wouldn't it be fun if his pupils rotated as well? Like the swirly spin wheel thing that hypnotists use to make someone fall asleep etc. but it's Belphie trying to threaten someone. That would be fun.
Aaaanyway, I will probably be making more of these because Belphie in general is very special to me<33......LMAO so watch out and filter if you're getting tired of it! Also I apologize if this whole thing is so gibberish and difficult to understand. I haven't been sleeping right and my brain is just scrambled ahahaha
Also, fuuuuck me. There's a new Luci card and it's only in the stupid premium pass?! Goddamn it! I didn't get Luci when he launched so what the fuck?!?! đđđđ¤Źđ¤Źđđ
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Hunter
The sergeant is very unruly in the bathroom.
He is the shittiest person to share a fresher with.
Somehow manages to leave the whole thing wet as he gets out of the shower, has hair all in the drains and clinging to the shower wall, and the mirror is totally fogged up to the point you have to air out the room for a solid few minutes.
All of his hair products and body care stuff also take up so much counter space, leaving barely enough for yours (which is much more minimal).
Youâre trying your best to help Hunter implement new, better habits as time goes on, but itâs proving difficult.
Heâd never believe you, but you might insist heâs this way because he likes to relax and not bother in the fresher, as itâs the only time for himself to truly unwind and enjoy himself.
But no. That canât be the reason why. Right?
Tech
He is a CHRONIC nail biter and skin picker.
Itâs just a constant fiddle thing.
Helps him focus on something but he also just gets picky with the state of his nails and the skin surrounding it.
Consistently gets to a point where the poor things are red and swollen and just look painful.
Subtly you try to make him stop; switching to a new soap, coating his nails with bad tasting polish and finish, etc.
It doesnât work.
He somehow always manages to swerve around it and continue biting his nails.
One day youâll find a strategy to get him to stop; hint, it might be letting him fiddle around with your hands a littleâŚ
Wrecker
Sloppy with food. Like, very sloppy.
If you hand him a full plate, a good portion of it will find its way onto the table, the floor, his pants, his shirt, and the surrounding area of his mouth.
He just canât seem to keep it all in one place.
Itâs not that big of a deal; if heâs truly conscious about it, he wonât actively make a mess (though he might still get some on his clothes and mouth), but a lot of the time, he isnât.
Either way, itâs kind of charming. Seeing him snarf down food enthusiastically only fits so well with the rest of his character.
Crosshair
This manâs sleep schedule is fuuuuucked; more fucked than Techâs, even.
He will go to bed early, wake up in the middle of night and stay up until the morning when he finally does fall asleep for a few hours but is forced to wake up and start the day.
Or alternatively, heâll go to bed very late, sleep until noon, and spend his day taking minor naps only continuing his habit of sleeping later.
The worst part is he doesnât make any effort to fix it and practically enables it.
What kind of fucked up form of masochism is this? you think.
Heâs a quiet riser and sleeper so this habit of his manages not to affect anyone else, but it especially bothers you out of your care for crosshair and his well-being.
You might try and coax him to sleep and wake up at proper times with you, and it might work every now and thenâ but Crosshairâs sleep schedule doesnât follow anyoneâs orders.
Echo
This boy has really bad posture.
Itâs not very obvious compared to Techâs posture, but it causes him lots of shoulder and neck aches, especially when heâs sitting in the cockpit for too long.
You make jokes about getting him a back brace and he grumbles with a laugh, âI already got enough metal hooked up to me.â
Sometimes when you notice it and see him rubbing at his neck, you get his attention and sweetly tell him âshoulders up, love.â
Without fail, he does so with a soft smile and leans over to kiss your cheek as a way of thanking you for the reminder.
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Pacific Rim Headcanons #2
What they would do if you, their (S/O) brought them lunch
(Requested by @screechinginthevoid, I hope you like it đ)
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You, Y/N, are [character's name] S/O and decide to bring them lunch everyday, as they are busy Ranger pilots and can sometimes forget to eat. You make sure to include a little note to show how much you appreciate them (*^âż^*)
Raleigh: You make him classic American foods- a grilled cheese sandwich, mac n' cheese, and chocolate chip cookies. You write a little love note to him, putting it all in a brown paper bag, and take it to his barrack. He was sleeping when you got there, so you put it on his nightstand and gave him a little kiss on the forehead, covering him up with a blanket.
Yancy: You make him the same thing you made Raleigh- once you gave it to him, he pulled you into hug and kissed you, getting a very loud 'awwww!' from Raleigh who was in the doorway.
"Get out Raleigh!"
Mako: You make her Ingee Chicken, Nagarame, and Anno Imo, foods from where she was born, as you thought she would like a little taste of home. It turns out that she made some lunch for you too, consisting of your favorite foods. You both have a picnic on the roof of the shatterdome, watching Jaegers being deployed.
Chuck: You make him meat pies, chicken parmigiana, and fairy bread. When you go to give it to him, he nearly knocked the food straight out of your hands by accident, as he was sparring with his father. Herc made him apologize while he begrudgingly thanked you for the food.
Herc: You make him sausage rolls, avocado toast, and pavlova. He hugs you tightly, before he lets you go when you tell him that he's crushing your ribs. He also makes sure that you had something to eat before he went somewhere quiet to eat.
"Herc, please put me down before you snap my ribs."
Stacker: You make him Shepard's pie, sausage rolls, and trifle. You leave it at the foot of his office, before knocking on the door to let him know it was there. You didn't want to disturb him as you knew he was probably very busy with all the paperwork he had to do and overseeing the Jaegers in the shatterdome.
Newt: You give him a PB&J sandwich, a Caesar salad, and a roll of oreo's. You force him to it eat, as you knew that if you gave it to him he'd probably just eat an oreo or two and then focus on his research for the rest of the day. He thanks you for the lunch and offers to let you see the new kaiju samples that just arrived.
Hermann: You made him a ham and cheese sandwich, schnitzel, and plum pudding. You set it down on his desk, and he thanks you, promising to eat it in a few. You come back 3 hours later and notice that his lunch was still not eaten, and you scold him.
"Please just give me 5 more minutes to finish this and I will!"
Tendo: You give him a few bagels to eat, along with some jam and butter, and a cup of coffee. He gives you a quick peck on the cheek, before nearly spilling the coffee on the controls.
"Oops."
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I might include Jake and Nate the next time, but I've watched the first movie more than Uprising so idk if it would be good.
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OC Questionnaire Tag
Tagged by @elizaellwrites here Thank you ^.-
I am tagging @pb-dot @rowanmgrey-author and YOU
Your questions are;
What is your earliest memory?
When you get good news, who do you tell first?
Have you ever loved someone that didn't love you?
->my questions below<-
Ludovico and Lucient from Before Deluca are quite happy to join us again for all your silly little inquiries. I apologize in advance if they are rude...
Do you have any pet peeves?
Ludovico is laughing. "I don't know what you find so amusing, treasure, it's not as if you aren't bothered by things I do." "Those are not peeves, my love, nothing you do peeves me." "You're not annoyed by anything I do?" "No, even when you're trying to bother you are enchanting." "And you are a liar." I don't feel they've answered the question but I'm afraid to press.
2. How competitive are you?
"Not a word, ma bĂŞte." "Mm, but your beast has so many words to share..." We're going to move on, trust me...we want to move on.
3. What is your philosophy in life?
"Beh, cazzo...I...have no idea." "Langue, mon amour, and I'm certain you could think of something if you put that beautiful mind to it." "I really don't think I can, love...I've not considered anything beyond you since we met." "Flattering, but wrong. You've that wretched book on your table, and many more beside, with your thoughts swimming of meaning and purpose and...humanity at all hours. There's something in there that could be philosophy." "Perhaps my philosophy is to learn, to wonder, to be curious." "Not so curious..." "How about you, my love, any philosophies you'd care to share with our interviewer?" "Non. My intrigues and passions are for you alone." "Are they now...and when do you plan to share these passions?" "Don't be crude." "But you like me cr--" We're going to step away from what this is becoming now.
4. What is something you will always stand up for?
They're pointing at each other. Could we maybe get some words, guys? "Non." Well, that was kind of a word...
5. Is there anything that haunts you?
"I'll take this one, my love...you don't need to share those memories." "Merci, mon amour, and be honest, even if it stings...I know your answer already. So be honest." "With your blessing then; my mother. Not my last memories of her, but his. How she cursed him and, in doing so, cursed me. No matter the time that passes, the memories I smother it in...still it stabs that she would think me a demon. She would mark me as an evil thing..." "You are no demon, Ludovico. I've no true word for what we are that does not read as monster, but we are not demons. The cross burns for the silver, not the faith. Their holy houses are the same. Silver bleeds through all the church, to keep us away, to make us other. They made us evil, made us feared but, in turn, they made us powerful. You are a powerful, beautiful monster...my monster. No matter what fool curses others spit, remember I am here, right here with you and I love all that you are." Lucient has broken the monster, and he might be crying. So we'll end this here.
#writeblr#tag games#oc questionnaire#before deluca#kinda messed up some of my worldbuilding at the end there lucient thanks for that
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Welcome to the Choices Book Club! We are currently reading Blades of Light & Shadow II. The book releases a new chapter every Friday on the Choices App.
This Weekâs Chapter:Â Chapter 17: The Longest Night
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AN & Fun Fact:Â Thanks to a great friend who encouraged me to use flashback. In so many ways, it's great for Chris and Edward. Edward sometimes still sees his son as the 8-year-old on the receiving end of the media's hate for the first time. Similarly, in many ways, Chris sometimes still feels like that kid. His time with Drew and realization that he's so unsure and unlearned in many ways, and now this confrontation with his father reminds him of how little control he's had and has. It's the infantilizing nature of monarchy for Chris that he can't name--wildly as everyone screams he's an adult and that it's time to live and behave like one.
WORLDBUILDING FUN FACT: When Edward jokes about his father combusting, he's referencing one of Vernick's most famous children's books, Combustible Charlie. Children overwhelmed with emotions turn red and combust from the famous children's book Combustible Charlie. It was first published in the 1930s and has since been updated for modern audiences. There are several titles geared towards helping develop early literacy and social-emotional skills. Other titles include Combustible Charlie Gets Angry, Get Combustible Charlie Gets Sad, Combustible Charlie Gets Excited.
TRANSCRIPT BELOW:
Christopher:Â But it's not fair! I only waved at my dumb classmates! I promised them I would.
Cordelia:Â No, you showed off in front of your classmates, and today was about Gan-Gan and your father, not you.
Christopher:Â But it's always about Gan-Gan.
Cordelia:Â Right now, it's about your behavior during the investiture.Â
Christopher:Â Fine. *mumbles* I'm sorry.
Cordelia:Â I'm not the one you need to apologize to.
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NEWS ANCHOR: The Duke of Henford's investiture was slightly derailed when Prince Christopher of Henford flashed the audience, causing quite the photo frenzy. Sources say Her Majesty isâŚ
Edward: Fuck off! He didn't flash anyone. He's a damn kid! Seriously?
News Anchor:Â [On TV] Body language experts warn the behavior is a sign of future behaviors and that...
Edward: Dammit. They're not letting up.
News Anchor:Â [On TV] ...some attendees report being shocked by the normally well-behavior Prince who recently celebrated his eighth birthday.
Edward:Â What to say?Â
Christopher:Â *whispers* Hi, Dad..
Edward: Your grandfather would have combusted of embarrassment* if I did what you did today. I can hear him, *poorly impersonating his father* "You desecrated a centuries-old ceremony, Edward. And for what? A cackle? A heckle? A chuckle? Don't be so pedestrian, My Boy". He would've gone on for hours about honor, duty, tradition, and my role. Weâ
Christopher:Â *better impersonation of his grandfather* "We KĂśnigs have a duty to make the mundane magical for the common man." *laughs*
Edward:Â *laughs* That was scary good, PB. Listen, I want you to forget about today.
Christopher:Â Forget about it?
Edward:Â Yup. Forget about it. I want to tell you that you can be whoever you want and do whatever you want, as most dads can. But it's not that simple, sadly. That's all already for us.
Christopher:Â Chosen for us? By who?Â
Edward:Â The Watcher if you ask your grandpa and the people if you ask Gan-Gan.
Christopher: That's unfairâŚ
Edward:Â *light sigh* It can be. I used to say the same thing, PB. But every family has something they pass on, and this is ours.
#housekonig#konig.story#ts4 royal#ts4 royalty#ts4 royal family#ts4 royal legacy#the sims 4 monarchy#the sims 4 royal family#ts4 royal simblr#sim: christopher#sim: cordelia#sim: edward
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"It's December and you're eating ice-cream?" for Julie and any of her himbos. Plz and thank you
Julie stretched, sighing as she felt the kinks pop in her shoulder, scowling at the history paper that caused it. Too many hours slaving away over Charlemagne, but now it was done, triple proof read and saved so she could hand it in to grumpy old Mrs. Jenkins the following morning. Then the semester would be over and she could enjoy her winter break, finally.
She glanced at the clock and figured it was still the right side of midnight for a snack, creeping down the stairs and wondering if she wanted the fuss of making a grilled cheese or if a simple PB&J would suffice.
Only when she got to the kitchen she saw three familiar figures siting on the island, passing a pint of Chunky Monkey (Carlos's favourite, not hers) around, each with a sticky spoon in their grasp.
"Really guys?"
Alex, Luke, and Reggie all looked up a little guilty before jumping off the counter. "Julie!" they chorused.
"It's Decembe and you're eating ice cream?" she asked, hands on her hips, eyebrow arched in judgement.
"Hey, I'm happy enough we can eat again at all," Reggie said, scooping out another hunk of the frozen treat.
"You'd think we'd be put off eating given the whole dying of food poisoning thing, but nope!" Alex added, swiping the pint to dig out his own share, then passing it to Luke.
"Plus it's not like LA gets overly cold in December, so really any time of year is fit for ice cream," Luke concluded, draining the pint of the last of it's delicacy and tossing it into the garbage with a swish, fist pumping when it went in.
Julie rolled her eyes, and moved around them, gone were they days where she could walk through them. Sure they were still ghosts, but they were tangible now, and apparently, hungry after being denied for so long.
"Well you three are the ones explaining to Carlos where his favourite treat went when he comes looking for it after his game tomorrow," she replied, pulling out the bread and fixings for her sandwich.
"Aw, little dude won't mind," Reggie said, licking the sticky residue still lingering on his digits. "He loves us!"
"And Alex, aren't you lactose intolerant?" Julie asked.
The drummer shrugged, then paled as his stomach let out a loud gurgle. "Oh come on! I'm a ghost it shouldn't count!"
"There's Lact-Aid in the medicine cabinet," she called as Alex rushed off, wrinkling her nose at the thought of what dairy would do to his system.
"We'll replace Carlos' ice cream with some of our gig money boss, promise," Luke assured her, sending her that boyish smile of his and Julie let her annoyance melt.
"See that you do," she replied, hip checking him out of the way as she constructed her sandwich.
"Can I get one of those too?" Reggie asked, his best puppy dog eyes on display.
"Reggie you're allergic to peanuts!" Luke protested. "And I know for a fact you do not wanna go get your very expired EpiPen from Alex's fanny pack right now."
Reggie stuck his tongue out at Luke. "Julie's using sunflower butter!"
"Julie is also not making you a sandwich," she stated.
Reggie shrugged. "Fine, I'll make my own later."
Luke batted his eyes at her in an exaggerated fashion. "What about me boss? Do I get a sandwich?"
Julie rolled her eyes once more. "No. Maybe try that move on Reggie and he'll make you one. I'm taking this to my room and eating it before I hit the hay. It's a school night after all."
"Oh did you finish your paper after?" Reggie asked, opening the fridge once more, but merely to hand her the orange juice so she could pour herself a glass, receiving a nod in thanks.
"Finally," she replied. "Now it's just handing it in and a day full of teacher's putting in minimum effort until early dismissal."
"Then we can work on our new song!" Luke exclaimed.
"Or we could let Julie relax and have the girl's night she planned with Flynn," Julie piped up. "Saturday we'll do some song writing before our gig at the Toys for Tots drive."
Luke grumbled but nodded while Reggie bounced a little on his toes. "I can't wait! I've got my antlers ready and everything!"
"Dude, you know we don't have to dress up right?" Luke asked.
"Tis the season!" Reggie protested.
"You're Jewish!" Luke retorted back.
"Well yeah, but Chanukah is already over, and I celebrated the secular Christmas stuff with my dad's side of the family too," Reggie replied.
"Reggie you are more than welcome to dress up, I have a festive dress picked out, the other two Grinches can wear what they like," Julie assured him. "Now, I'm off to enjoy my snack, please keep the fridge raiding to a minimum, and one of you check on Alex in like five."
"Night Julie!" the boys chorused, and as Julie passed the bathroom she heard a weak echo of it from Alex.
Her guys might be weird, and a little self destructive Julie thought, but she loved them all the same and she couldn't wait to spend the holiday season with them-though she was gonna make sure to keep Alex far far away from the eggnog.
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