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dr-gloom · 6 years ago

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If you're still taking prompts. 12. Things you said when you thought I was asleep. Prinxiety?

oof get ready fam im in a Mood

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairing: Prinxiety

Tags/Warnings: angst, saddness, self-deprecation, happy ending

Normally when Roman awoke it was to the sunlight gently spilling onto his sheets and birds chirping through the cracked-open window. Normally, he would immediately open his eyes and let out a loud yawn as he stretched his back and arms. Normally, he would bound out of bed, have coffee and breakfast, then get ready for the day just as Virgil was waking up himself.

Today didn’t seem to be a normal day.

Roman felt consciousness creep up on him slowly. First, his dream melted away and he slowly became more aware of reality; his slow even breaths, the soft weight of his blanket covering all but his right leg from knee to toes, the warmth of Virgil curled up in his arms. Then he began to wonder why he’d woken up. He couldn’t feel the tell-tale warmth of sunlight on his face or bed, and the grogginess gluing his eyes shut suggested he was awake far sooner than he aught to be. Finally, a voice reached his ears.

Virgil’s voice.

Roman had to concentrate to hear it over the sound of the air conditioning, but once he did he was certain - even though it was painfully quiet - that this was why he’d woken up.

“Sometimes, I think you’re too good for me. Well, who am I kidding; it’s most of the time. You’re just… so cheerful, full of life, seeing the beauty and adventure in everything. I know that… I know that I bring you down. I know that I can be too much, and that I hold you back. I know you’d be better off without me.”

His arms tighten around Roman almost imperceptibly and Roman has to remind himself to keep his breathing steady. He doesn’t want Virgil to realize that Roman can hear him; as dishonest as it is, he knows Virgil would stop talking and never bring it up. He might even never do this sort of thing again out of fear, and what if this was how Virgil vented life’s frustrations?

That thought made Roman’s heart sink.

“I’m too selfish, though. To leave you, that is. Sometimes I entertain the thought; what if I did what’s right and broke it off? Grabbed all my stuff one night and just told you ‘it’s over’ and left. Blocked your number so you could move on. But… what if I wasn’t so messed up? What if we could just be two happy people who went on ‘adventures’ and lived life to the fullest and saw the beauty in the little things? What if… What if you hadn’t met me?….. You’d be happier. You’d probably be with someone just like you, or at least someone who’s a better compliment to your personality. Someone who isn’t a chronic worry wart and who doesn’t get a panic attack when it takes you an extra ten minutes to get home because the freeway’s backed up.”

Virgil sighs. A small warmth dots the shirt on Roman’s chest and it takes him longer than it should to realize that Virgil is crying.

“It’s okay, though. We’re okay… right? Because… Because even if I’m selfish… You are too. You love me. I’m not stupid, even I know that. You probably wouldn’t leave me even if I started hitting you. I would never. Never. But… that’s just the kind of guy you are. It makes me sad sometimes. But also…. Also really grateful. That I ended up with someone who loves me, even though I can’t love myself.”

Virgil doesn’t say anything after that, and soon Roman finds himself drifting back to sleep. He hopes that in the morning he doesn’t forget what Virgil’s said; he wants to fix this, more than anything.

Virgil’s eyes squint in the sun’s light as he’s forced rudely into the waking world. He groans and rolls onto his stomach, hiding his face in the pillow to block out the light filtering between the curtains. After a moment of awkward open-mouthed breathing to get enough oxygen through the pillow, Virgil resigns himself to the fact that he’s not going to get back to sleep.

He sits up, blinking tiredly at the room around him. His eyes take in his and Roman’s shared bedroom and he forces himself to get out of bed, toes digging into the carpet below his feet as he stands. He doesn’t bother putting a shirt on as he shuffles into the hallway then on to the living room and kitchen, separated by a partial wall.

Roman, as expected, is already in the kitchen. He stands over the stove, monitoring whatever he’s cooking as he hums to himself. Virgil pauses to admire his boyfriend in the morning light coming through the kitchen window, his tanned skin warmed by the sun and his hair capturing its rays, giving him a soft halo.

Roman looks up and smiles when he notices Virgil, turning off the stove and walking over to the other, hugging him close. Virgil smiles and hugs him back, pressing a soft kiss to Roman’s neck.

“Hey.”

They stand like that for another moment before Roman pulls away, smiling a little wider and holding Virgil at arm’s length. “I made you breakfast.”

“You didn’t have to do that, Ro. I can make my own breakfast.”

Roman plants his hands on his hips, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well, I did it anyway! Come here.” He takes Virgil’s hand and leads him over to the table where his favorites are spread out. Scrambled eggs with ketchup, french toast practically buried in powdered sugar, a large soft cinnamon roll, and crispy bacon all wait for him. Virgil sits down, picking up a piece of bacon and taking a bite. He smiles up at Roman. “This is good. Thanks, Ro.”

“Of course, my love. What would you like to drink?”

“Coffee, please.”

Roman nods and grabs him some, sitting beside him while he eats. After a couple of minutes, Roman starts pressing soft, innocent kisses to Virgil’s neck and cheek, complimenting him after each kiss.

“So handsome. Kind. Wonderful. Smart. Cunning. Brave. Sexy. Admirable.”

“Ro, not that I hate it, but what are you doing?”

Roman pouts innocently at Virgil. “Telling my boyfriend how amazing he is and how much I love him.”

Virgil laughs softly, shaking his head. “Can it wait for after breakfast?”

“Sure. After breakfast, I was hoping you’d like to watch some movies with me?”

Virgil blinks, confused. “You’re not going out?”

Roman shakes his head. “Nope! Wanted to spend the day with my perfect boyfriend.”

Virgil’s blush spread. “Uh… Sure. Okay. Sounds great, Ro.”

Roman smiled and pressed a kiss to Virgil’s cheek before getting up to set up their cuddle fort.

He had a boyfriend to spoil.

#sanders sides #sanders sides drabble #prinxiety #someday ill learn to write less #idk #roman sanders #virgil sanders

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citious · 7 years ago

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CHAPTER 2

Characters

Main: Song Jiwon, Yoon Jinmyung, Jung Yeeun, Yoo Eunjae, Jo Eun, Kang Yina, Im Sungmin, Kwon Hochang, Jo Chungwon, Seo Janghoon

Note: If you haven’t read the first chapter, you may do so here –> First Chapter

In a nutshell: It all happens in one day, so it’s gonna be quite a long journey ahead. Follow the Belle Epoque girls’ journey in celebrating their loneliest, to the most memorable Valentine’s Day of their lives.

Rating: M

After dropping Jiwon off at Belle Epoque, Sungmin went back home to rest.

When he laid himself on the bed, the conversation he had with Chungwoon last year came to his mind.

5th October 2017

Chungwon: Hyung, you like Jiwon-sunbae, right? Then why aren’t you guys dating?

Sungmin: Is being in a relationship better than being friends?

Chungwon: Eeey, Hyung, what happens if Jiwon gets herself a boyfriend? It’s not that you don’t like her, but you’re scared of confessing to her, right?

This statement really made Sungmin’s blood boil, he cursed at Chungwon for lecturing him on his love life.

Sungmin pretended to sleep, but he was kept awake all night, thinking about the possibility that another guy might really like Jiwon and take her away from him.

Honestly, some of the things Chungwon said was right, but his pride and ego as a guy refused to agree to it.

Sungmin himself is a motae solo. He doesn’t exactly know how to approach the opposite gender, and he’s THAT awkward when it comes to romance and love.

He does watch a lot of romantic films, dramas, and even read the most cliché romance novel out there, but theory and practice are two drastically different things.

So, putting all the things he learnt through watching all those cheesy romance on screen together with his current state of friendship with Jiwon, is challenging.

For the first time, Sungmin actually put much thought on his feelings, even though it stays as a monologue, at least he’s being honest with himself.

Jiwon is my precious friend. I honestly don’t know how she feels about me. I’m afraid that she’ll reject me and we can’t get back together as friends. Even if she accepts me and be in a relationship, what will happen if we breakup? Can we stay as close friends again? I’m so afraid to lose her. More than being selfish, I’d rather have her beside me as a really close friend.

Sungmin paused his monologue as a notification came out on his phone screen. He opened it and saw messages from Jiwon.

‘Is this even real?’ Sungmin thought to himself. Sungmin was startled and he hesitated a lot, but he agreed to go anyway. ‘It’s in a 5 Star restaurant’. The place itself is already suspicious, ‘oh well… Maybe she really wanted to thank me.’

14th February 2018, Morning at Belle Epoque

8.00 a.m.

Yeeun woke up to her morning alarm she set at 8 a.m. She reached out for her phone and swiped the off button to make the alarm stop. She sat down on her bed and stretched her body with a smile on her face.

She saw Jiwon who’s still fast asleep on her bed and quickly grabbed her towel and clothes she has prepared the night before, and went to the bathroom to get ready.

Yeeun wanted to doll herself up cause she’s looking forward to her date with Hochang. She doesn’t know where he’s gonna take her, but she does have high hopes.

As Yeeun did her makeup, Hochang messaged her to meet him at the subway station, in which Yeeun replied: Ok ^.^

9:33 a.m.

Back at Belle Epoque, Kang-eonni called Jiwon early in the morning that she has set her up for a blind date with an acquaintance.

Jiwon: Hello?

Yina: Annyeong, good morning!

Jiwon: Why are you calling me so early in the morning?

Yina: I’ve set a blind date for you today with my acquaintance

Jiwon: Is he handsome?

Yina: More than handsome, I think he will suit you perfectly.

Jiwon: Arasseo. Where is it?

Yina: Villa Sortino, 8 p.m.

Jiwon: That 5 star restaurant?!

Yina: Eo, what’s wrong?

Jiwon: Ani, I’m super excited! Kang-eonni, yeokshi… you’re the best!

Yina: Arasseo, have fun! Thank me later. The table is reserved under your name okay?

Jiwon: Hm…

10.00 a.m.

The doorbell rang as Jo Eun who just went out of the bathroom after brushing her teeth, opened the front door without looking at the monitor.

She almost fainted as she realized who’s standing in front of her. It’s Seo Janghoon in his military uniform and cap.

Before Janghoon could say a word, suddenly the door in front of him was slammed hard and it closed.

Eun who’s inside didn’t know what to do when she found out her boyfriend is standing just outside. She rubbed her eyes to check if she’s actually dreaming, but she’s not.

She opened the door again and asked coldly,

Eun: Why are you here?

Janghoon: Is that the first thing you have to say to your boyfriend who’s been gone for 5 months?

Eun: I freaking missed you. You! Why didn’t you call me? I was waiting for your call day and night.

Janghoon who couldn’t stand looking at Eun who was sulking, tip-toed to kiss her lips.

Janghoon: I missed you too. Should we go on a date today?

Eun’s expression instantly brightened when Janghoon said that, showing her excitement for their Valentine’s day date.

Janghoon: I’ll wait for you downstairs. Call me when you’re ready.

Eun: Arasseo. See you later!

Subway Station

11.25 a.m.

Yeeun sped up as she saw Hochang waiting in front of the station, looking more stylish than usual, still with his glasses on, though.

‘He looks great,’ Yeeun thought silently.

Yeeun wrapped her arms around Hochang’s and asked

Yeeun: So where are you taking me?

Hochang: It’s a secret. Let’s go eat first! What do you want to have?

Yeeun: Anything!

Hochang: Wanna have beef stew? I know a famous place people have been recommending.

Yeeun: Hmm, okay, we can have that

Hochang led Yeeun to go down the subway station as they head for the restaurant.

Restaurant

12.08 p.m.

As it’s a very famous place, all the tables are occupied, but luckily Hochang and Yeeun secured a table.

Hochang: Eat it deliciously, okay? I wanna see you eat a lot today, it’s gonna be a long day.

Yeeun: Since when did my boyfriend become this caring? Arasseo, I’ll eat well!

‘Forget about diet,’ Yeeun thought. ‘When I eat with Hochang, I never had a problem enjoying whatever’s in front of me.’

As Yeeun ate from the bowl of beef stew happily in front of Hochang, he smiled…

After lunch, Yeeun initiated that the two of them watch a movie

Yeeun: Can we go watch a movie? I’ve been wanting to watch this movie.

Hochang: Of course we can, let’s go!

Movie Theater

14.05 p.m.

Hochang: What movie is it?

Yeeun: The new movie of 50 shades.

Hochang: What?! Are you sure? (Hochang asked as he felt awkward watching that kind of movie with his girlfriend)

Yeeun: Eo, I’m sure. You’re an adult already. There’s no need to be so scared

Hochang: (He tried to give in, as all he wanted to do that day is to make Yeeun happy). Arasseo, I’ll buy the tickets and snacks.

Theatre Room

14.30 p.m.

The lights went off as the screen started to play advertisements for a long 15 minutes….

…

The scene in the movie showed the main characters’ passionate lovemaking. Hochang swallowed his saliva and clenched his fist hard, as he’s not used to it (well, actually who doesn’t watch that kind of movies? But Yeeun is beside him, so he’s oddly nervous).

Yeeun who saw what Hochang did, quickly grabbed his right fist and held it to assure him that it’s not a big deal and that he’s gonna be okay. Hochang who realized Yeeun’s gesture loosened his fist.

16.40 p.m.

Yeeun and Hochang walked out of the theater, and when Hochang became aware that it’s still 4.40, he thought, ‘oh shit, it’s only 4.40?! What to do…’

Yeeun: What are we gonna do now?

Hochang: …

Yeeun: Mwoya, I thought you had everything planned?

As Yeeun criticized him, he scratched his head and got a little nervous.

Hochang: Yeeun-ah… Actually…

Before Hochang finished his words, suddenly someone called Yeeun and Hochang from afar.

Yeeun: Eunjae-ya! Eun-ah!

Eunjae: Sunbae! What are you doing here?

Yeeun: We just finished watching a movie

Eunjae: aah, okay…

Yeeun: What is this? Now you guys are having a double date together? Janghoon, how come you’re here? I thought you’re in the army?

Eun: Eo, Yeeun-sunbae, Janghoon received a 5-day off holiday. Isn’t it so cool?

Yeeun: Wah, you’re so lucky!

Janghoon scoffed: Hahahahah, I know. She should be thankful that her boyfriend is working so hard so that he can go home to meet her before the 2 years period.

Eun glared at Janghoon for his petty statement.

Chungwon: anyway, Hochang-hyung and Yeeun-sunbae, do you want to follow us? We’re going to the amusement park.

Hochang: It’s a great idea. Yeeun-ah, do you wanna go with them?

Yeeun: well, alright!

Eunjae: Let’s go!

Maybe God is with Hochang this time. Without meeting the two couples, Yeeun’s mood could’ve gone down in a slope now.

Amusement Park

17.20 p.m.

While the girls walked in front hand-in-hand, being excited with the occasion, the guys walked together behind, staring at their girlfriends’ backs.

Hochang: Hey, what to do… I have a reservation dinner at Namsan Tower today at 8 p.m.

Chungwon: waa Hyung, you prepared a lot for today, huh

Janghoon: Gwaenchana, you can stay here for about 1.5 hours and just take taxi from here. It won’t take long, 30 minutes I guess. Check the map.

Hochang: But isn’t 1.5 hours too fast to spend in here?

Janghoon: don’t worry. We’ve got your back.

Chungwon: Eo, anyway Yeeun-sunbae would be tired already since she already watched a movie with you, no?

Hochang: Arasseo. I’ll rely on you, ok?

The couples rode so many attractions at the theme park, and Yeeun couldn’t believe the awkward Hochang that she knew is actually an extreme-ride maniac. He’s so fun when it comes to amusement park activities.

Chungwon and Eunjae came back wearing couple head bands, those cute ones that could pass a children’s accessories. Eun and Janghoon stared at the sight with total awkwardness, as they both thought those matching things are cheesy and childish. But what to do, they’re inexperienced when it comes to dating, so they don’t know exactly what to do.

By now, the couples have separated from each other and are now doing their own things..

Janghoon grabbed Eun by her hand and said,

Janghoon: Eun-ah, let’s go ride that (while pointing up)

It’s a ferris wheel.

Eun nodded and held Janghoon’s hand tight as they walked past the sea of couples who seemed to be enjoying themselves at the amusement park too.

The sun has set and the sky has gone darker at 6.30 p.m.

Eun and Janghoon queued in line, waiting for their turn to hop on the ferris wheel. As they reached the front line of the queue the operator told them to be careful as they step onto the capsule, because it’s not gonna stop.

Finally, It’s just the two of them. For the past hours, they’ve been hearing loud noises of people in the amusement park. People screaming, laughing, and talking casually.

Eun: It feels nice, and the night view from here is so pretty.

Janghoon: are you happy?

Eun: hm…

Without them realizing, they’re reaching the top of the ferris wheel, and without notice, Janghoon told Eun earnestly,

Janghoon: Eun-ah…

Eun kept her eyes on Janghoon, waiting for what he’s about to say.

Janghoon: Saranghae.

Janghoon leaned towards Eun who was sitting in front of him, and kissed her as the capsule reached the highest peak of the wheel.

It was delicate and pure, reminding Eun of their first kiss outside Belle Epoque.

19.00 p.m.

Hochang: Yeeun-ah, are you tired?

Yeeun: A little…

Hochang: Actually, I still have something I wanted to do with you

Yeeun: what is it?

Hochang: Let’s go.

Hochang and Yeeun rode on a taxi outside the amusement park, heading to their last destination of the special day.

19. 45 p.m.

Yeeun: Namsan? (she asked with a big smile on her face)

Hochang: Hm…

Hochang held Yeeun’s hand and headed towards n.Grill, a French restaurant located at the top of Namsan Tower.

Hochang made a reservation in this restaurant from a month before. That’s how much he put his thought to give Yeeun a nice Valentine’s day experience.

As they reached the restaurant, the waiter showed them to their table. The view was so breathtaking. Yeeun’s face was bright in awe of the night view of Seoul, she couldn’t feel any happier.

Yeeun: Kwon Hochang…

Hochang: ?

Yeeun: I’m delighted. I didn’t expect you had prepared this much for today. I’m sorry if I hurt your feeling today after the movie.

Hochang: Yeeun-ah, no, you don’t have to feel sorry for anything.

The food that has been ordered in advance by Hochang came out not long after they arrived.

Eating in a fancy restaurant isn’t a rare occasion for Yeeun, but that night was special, because she could be herself in front of Hochang. She doesn’t have to suppress her desire to eat, unlike when she had to do it in from of her mom.

Moreover, Seoul’s night view and the dots of lights painted the glass window beautifully, as Yeeun and Hochang had their first and most romantic dinner.

19.40 p.m.

Yoon-sunbae was about to head home when she had the time to check her kkaotalk messages.

Jaehwan:

I’m sorry.

I can’t go to Seoul today,

I know it’s a special day

I’ll visit on the weekend.

Love you ❤

Jinmyung understood how difficult it is for Jaehwan to visit her in Seoul. The last time she met him was during New Year’s celebration over a month ago, where they went to a countdown show together in the cold, cold winter. She missed Jaehwan so much, but she knew distance is there to halt them from meeting.

Jinmyung types on her phone before finally sending her reply:

Jinmyung:

Gwaenchana-yo.

See you this weekend ❤

Jinmyung kept her phone back in her blazer pocket and forced a smile, before walking outside the office to go back home.

Villa Sortino, Seoul

19.45 p.m.

Sungmin arrived at the restaurant first. He parked his car on the side of the road and went in.

At the reception

Receptionist: Yes sir, how can I help you?

Sungmin: There’s a reservation under the name Song Jiwon?

Receptionist: Yes, there is… For two people? But you came alone?

Sungmin: Ah, yes… She’ll come later

Receptionist: Okay, let me take you to your table.

Sungmin sat down at the table while waiting for Jiwon. He turned his head left and right to observe the restaurant.

10 minutes later, he saw a figure he couldn’t recognize approaching the table with the receptionist earlier.

As they got closer, Sungmin couldn’t believe his eyes as the girl he’s known for his whole uni life is standing in front of him, probably looking the prettiest in the course of her life.

Her hair was straight with waves at the bottom, and the dress she was wearing was pink, decorated with delicate floral embroidery. Not to mention, she smelt so damn good.

Sungmin’s zoning out moment stopped as Jiwon exclaimed

Jiwon: Ya! You! Why are you here?!

Sungmin: Me? You’re the one who invited me here. What do you mean?!

Jiwon: What? What are you talking about? I never— Aish! Kang-eonni!

Jiwon grasped that Kang-eonni must’ve set her up with Sungmin. ‘Why?’ Jiwon thought hard to herself.

Sungmin: are you disappointed?

Jiwon: I don’t know.

Sungmin: Just sit down.

Jiwon followed Sungmin’s words as he told her to sit opposite him.

Sungmin: What do you want to eat?… Steak?… Pas-

Sungmin was about to say pasta, when he remembered what Jiwon said about pasta last year when he caught her outside the restaurant, spying on him.

‘Do you think pasta is just a meal? What is pasta? It’s a meal for a couple.’

Jiwon: I’ll just go with Pasta.

Sungmin gulped in nervousness as Jiwon decided on that. But in the end, Sungmin ordered pasta too, for don’t know what reason.

In the middle of eating…

Jiwon: Well, since we’re here already, why don’t the both of us just do what people do during blind dates?

Sungmin, who doesn’t know what people talk about in blind dates (as he never went to one), responded,

Sungmin: What do people do during blind dates?

Jiwon: Well, they ask about each other’s interests, hobbies, what kind of food they like, what countries they’ve been to… Things like that? But for me, I like to make it extra special. Drinks!

Sungmin: Forget about those background checks. Think about this. What do I not know about you? and what do you not know about me? Can you think of any?

Jiwon: (Jiwon hesitated a lot and said), well, we’ve known each other enough to know everything about each other.

Sungmin: Right? Okay, let’s go get some drinks, then.

Jiwon: ooooo, Im Sungmin, did you get striked by a lightning? you’re so lively now.

Sungmin just smirked as Jiwon commented nonchalantly.

To be honest, he just wanted to spend Valentine’s Day together with Jiwon for a longer time, that’s why he asked her to go have some drinks.

As they both finished eating their pasta, they headed to the cashier to pay the bills.

Sungmin grabbed his wallet from his pocket and paid their meals in full. Before they left the restaurant, the receptionist commented.

Receptionist: You two look good together. I hope you’ve enjoyed your date on Valentine’s Day. Hope to see you again on your next visit. Thank you!

Jiwon thought, ‘Valentine’s Day?’

Jiwon: Today’s Valentine’s Day?! (Jiwon asked Sungmin as she just realized the date).

Sungmin: eo, why?

Jiwon: Then what am I doing?! I should be doing something romantic with a guy now.

Sungmin’s heart plunged as he heard Jiwon’s statement. But he quickly brushed it off.

Sungmin: Let’s go have some drinks. And what’s with that pout? You look ugly.

Jiwon followed Sungmin as they headed towards the car.

21.58 p.m.

Sungmin parked his car in the basement of a high-end apartment complex.

Jiwon: Ya, where are we?

Sungmin: It’s my place.

Jiwon: are you rich?

Sungmin: no, my parents are.

Jiwon, who just found out about this, nodded in acceptance.

She thought she knew everything about him, but no, actually, she doesn’t. It made her realize just how mysterious Sungmin is.

Jiwon: But why are we at your place? Aren’t we supposed to have some drinks?

Sungmin: I have lots of soju and beers at home

Jiwon: You brat, why did you never ask me to come have a drink at your place?

Sungmin: Molla. Let’s go.

Sungmin and Jiwon went inside the apartment building’s lift, and Sungmin pressed the level number ‘25’.

…

Sungmin entered the passcode to his apartment door, and when the door opened, Jiwon was in awe at Sungmin’s luxurious apartment.

Jiwon: Do you live alone in here?

Sungmin: Hm...

She put her bag in the living room, walked around the open space, and even went inside every room she could find in that enormous apartment.

Jiwon: Ya Im Sungmin, how come you never had a girlfriend? If you told them you live in an apartment like this, girls will line up for you everyday.

Inside Sungmin’s heart, he thought, ‘you dense girl, it’s you that I like. How am I supposed to be with another girl?’

Sadly, he couldn’t say it out loud. Yet.

Sungmin left Jiwon to wander around the apartment, and prepared the drinks and glasses from the kitchen counter. Sungmin put the bottles of soju and beer on the coffee table in the living room.

Jiwon came out of one of the rooms and joined Sungmin who was already sitting down on the carpet in the living room.

There was silence between these man and woman as they realized that they’re the only ones in that place now, isolated from any other human beings and disturbances.

Sungmin poured himself a shot of Soju.

Seeing this, Jiwon gave him a word of critic.

Jiwon: ckckck, how old-fashioned. Here, I’ll make you the best somaek (soju + beer) you’ll ever taste in your life.

Sungmin kept quiet and let Jiwon mix it for him and herself.

The two hit their refreshing glasses of somaek before gulping it down in one shot. They let go a sigh of satisfaction from the burning sensation.

Sungmin: You’re good, (while smiling).

Jiwon: See? What did I tell you?

Sungmin: hey by the way, how long have we known each other for?

Jiwon: We first met during orientation, so 4 years?… It’s been 4 years already?! Why is it so fast… I feel like I just met you a few months ago.

Sungmin, realizing that they’ve known each other for 4 years, thought about how long it’s been since he literally never landed another woman except Jiwon in his heart.

The two kept drinking and drinking while at the same time sharing so many stories they have yet shared in those 4 years.

Maybe it’s the magical effect of alcohol, but Sungmin never felt this comfortable in his life. He never shared so much about his experiences with anyone, no one but the beautiful woman who’s sitting next to him now.

For every glass of somaek Sungmin drank, he became more and more honest each time.

Jiwon, who’s quite a strong drinker, laughed as she witnessed the rare sight of her quiet friend acting funny.

Jiwon: Im Sungmin, I didn’t know you’re capable of making jokes like that, Jiwon complimented Sungmin with laughter.

Sungmin who heard Jiwon, gazed at her eyes.

‘And it happened yet again…,’ Jiwon thought. Just like the day before.

Flashback

In Sungmin’s car after the trial

Jiwon was thankful towards Sungmin who’s been there to support her in investigating Mr. Han’s case.

Jiwon: Sungmin-ah… Thank you.

The car stopped as the traffic light turned red. Sungmin who was looking at the road now has his eyes on Jiwon’s.

As they’re both now locking their gaze, Jiwon felt a weird feeling she’s never felt before. She tought, ‘what the hell is this? Why does my stomach feel funny? And why is my heart beating like this?’

Luckily, there were sounds of cars honking at the back, so the two got back to their senses.

When Sungmin dropped Jiwon off at Belle Epoque, she touched her heart to feel it. She laid herself down on the sofa and murmured to herself.

Jiwon: Do I… like him?, while staring at the ceiling.

Flashforward

Sungmin’s Apartment

The two are still gazing at each other’s eyes. At that moment, both of them totally forgot what’s happening and what they were even doing in the first place.

Sungmin who’s a little tipsy and Jiwon who’s completely awake approached each other’s lips at the same time.

As their lips touched, Sungmin cupped his right palm on Jiwon’s left cheek and his left palm on Jiwon’s neck.

He felt their lips and tongue danced in synchronization, as he let his suppressed feelings for Jiwon all out. He couldn’t hold it in any longer, as this long overdue kiss was all he’s been longing for.

Jiwon got more and more immersed in the intimacy, and squeezed Sungmin’s loose shirts around his waist.

She could feel Sungmin’s soft lips playing with hers gently and full of passion. Honestly, it felt so damn good. It’s as if the world belonged to her and Sungmin.

Sungmin pulled out his warm lips and detached it from Jiwon’s, stood up from his position, and carried Jiwon’s light figure, heading towards his room at the end of the hallway.

While Jiwon was carried by Sungmin, she thought, ‘so this is how a real kiss feels like. I want more.’

Sungmin pushed the door to his room with his back, and closed it with his feet as he approached his bed to lay Jiwon down on the mattress, caressing his lips once again on Jiwon’s soft lips that he’s gone familiar with now.

The burning passion of the two equally lustful man and woman continued. As the rhythm got stable, Sungmin unbuttoned his shirt one by one, with the help of Jiwon who’s in the mood. Sungmin then dragged down Jiwon’s dress zipper in a moderate speed and pulled the dress off her body.

Jiwon switched her position, and now she’s on top of Sungmin, who has his back on the sheets.

Jiwon who’s left with her matching lacy black underwear on, kissed Sungwon’s neck and traced her lips down to Sungmin’s hard chest, all the way to his sculpted muscles on his belly part. Both Sungmin and Jiwon could feel the sensuality created by their strong affection for one another.

As Jiwon reached his lower body, Jiwon said.

Jiwon: Wait, where’s my bag?

Sungmin: Outside, why?

Jiwon: Protection.

Sungmin: Thank God. You carry it with you?

Jiwon: Of course. Who knows when I’m ever gonna do it, right?

Sungmin: Ah, sorry I’m so bad at this

Jiwon: ssshhhh. that’s not important now.

Jiwon hurriedly ran towards her bag in the living room, took it with her to Sungmin’s room and reached out a packet of condom. She jumped back to the bed and instructed Sungmin,

Jiwon: Take it off, (while pointing at his pants)

Without further ado, Sungmin removed his pants and tossed it to the side of his bed.

Sungmin: Jiwon-ah, are you sure?

Jiwon: Shut up.

Jiwon who couldn’t resist Sungmin’s charm, pulled his body up such that her legs are now wrapped around Sungmin’s waist.

As they gazed at each other’s eyes for a moment, they attached their foreheads together, put on a subtle smile and let their lips lock again. The kiss was deeper this time.

Sungmin’s fingers reached out to Jiwon’s back to unclasp her bra and reached her lower waist, as he removed whatever was left on her, Jiwon did the same to Sungmin as she helped him take off his boxer.

Jiwon tore open the packet she took earlier with her teeth and gave him the night’s savior, the protection she’s been keeping in her bag for the longest time.

As they’ve reached this state now, there’s no going back.

Sungmin and Jiwon continued on as the night of privacy and intimacy between them developed into a dangerous yet romantic moment they’ve never experienced in their life before.

‘So this is how it feels,’ Jiwon thought to herself. It’s so good, and it made her happy. ‘But I’m sure, I can feel it this way only because it’s Sungmin.’

As they reached the peak, they laid themselves facing each other and covered themselves with a warm blanket.

A moment of silence was created as the two locked their gaze, Jiwon’s eyes was shining, and it was focused at Sungmin, whose eyes were full of his affection and love for Jiwon.

Without them realizing, they both closed their eyes in sync, lips hooked while letting their gut feelings and reflex guide them to the deepest French kiss they’ve only witnessed in those Western movies.

They weren’t exactly sure how much time has passed, as they both tried to catch their breath from kissing. They stared at each other for a moment with sweet smiles on their faces.

They gave each other one last goodnight peck before getting into a comfortable cuddle position – Jiwon placing her head on Sungmin’s broad chest, and Sungmin hugging Jiwon tight in his arms, as they both head over to dreamland.

Thank you for reading.

Read the next chapter:

Chapter 2.5

#ssongsungmin #age of youth #age of youth 2 #age of youth season 2 #im sungmin #song jiwon #fanfiction #park eun bin #son seung won #kdrama #korean drama #the beginning of something unexpected

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kpop-drabble · 7 years ago

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dreams in the night take me back to you [soulmate au]

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader Word Count: 3,343 A/N: this is a lot of fluff and i actually ?? enjoyed writing it so much and i hope reading it is equally as enjoyable for you!! its not proof read because im kind if a lazy shit right now but i hope the spellig errors arent that critical!! this is apart of a soulmates series im planning on doing and you can read the other one here if you wish to!!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

It was odd how vivid each dream was. Like a newly released movie full of sharp and contrasting colours, one that dragged on for the entire night until your own eyes were opening, blinking back into reality as they focused on the popcorned ceiling above your head.

The visions began when you were eight, all dreams before hand had never been this vivid, never this realistic.

They reoccured each night, similar in most ways as you seen the same places and faces whilst hearing same voice, it wasn’t yours but you were quickly becoming familiar with it. But unlike any dreams before these, you remembered them each time you awoke.

Like it wasn’t a figment of your imagination but something that you had lived through.

It took you a few weeks to actually bring up the topic of your dreams to your mother.

“You’re dreaming through your soulmates eyes,” Your mother soothed, her gentle hands pulling strands of your hair behind your ear.

You blinked up at her, child like eyes clueless to what she meant, “My soulmates eyes,” You repeated, the repetition of words not helping with your understanding.

Your mother nodded, a comforting smile curling at the corner of her lips, “As you go to sleep each night, the eyes within your mind-” She paused momentarily to gently poke the middle of your forehead, causing you to giggle giddly, “open up! and you begin to live through your soulmates eyes. You see what they see, you experience everything that they do. And once you awake, and your soulmate sleeps, they will be able to see through your eyes as well.”

It didn’t make much sense nor did you really understand why something like this occured but nonetheless you nodded along to each spoken word, “Did you see through daddy’s eyes?”

Your mothers smile turned toothy as she nodded, eyes full of fond memories that one day you’d hope she’d share, “Every night, up until the day we met.”

Since turning eight, you’ve grown up with this faceless person behind your dreams eyes.

You’ve seen what they’ve seen, been there through all their troubles and have indirectly met every single one of their friends and family members, in such a personal manner that you could most likely address all of them by full name without even truly meeting them.

You knew your soulmates name: Jeon Wonwoo. You knew the layout of their house, and you knew the names of their family members. You knew the streets he roamed and his favourite book shop (one that you’ve come so acquainted with despite never physically being there)

You knew everything.

Besides what he looked like.

The only set back to these connected dreams were each time there was a reflective surface, that face behind the eyes was blurred to such an extent that you were unable to make out any sort of features.

No colour of eyes, no structure of nose, no curling of lips, this so called soulmate of yours was, for arguement sake, faceless.

It made finding your soulmate that much harder, but the universe was not known for giving out things people desire so easily. With every hardship in life, though, there were loopholes, and your curiousity, but more-so your boredom, lead you to one of those so-called loopholes.

You sat at the table that you and a friend had picked out, fingers halfheartedly picking at the corner of the napkin on the surface of the table. Your friend had gone a couple minutes ago to the bathroom and you were left by yourself.

Or at least as ‘by yourself’ as you possibly could be when someone’s constantly spying through your vision whilst they sleep.

It was unnerving to some extent knowing that everything you did was monitored by someone you were unfamiliar with.

When you moved your eyes across the room, someone else was also watching the same thing that you were looking at. You wondered if he was as self aware about this invasion as you were at this very moment.

The more self aware you became as you sat alone in the coffee shop, the more interested you had become with the idea of your soulmate.

The curiousity of it all was enough to have you leaning over in your seat to rummage through the bag that sat by your feet until your fingers were curling around a pen found at the very bottom of the bag.

Once straightened out on your chair again, you use the side of your hand to iron out the napkin that you had been tearing apart prior.

And then you began to write, it was short and the pen broke through the flimsy napkin a couple times but once the pen was pulled away, the sentence was hopefully distinguishable enough.

Can you read this? If you can, write back when you wake up.

You stared at the writing for a moment, allowing the man known as Wonwoo to fully grab onto the written words before you were crumbling up the napkin and stuffing it into your pocket.

You dont know if it was ingenious or not to attempt something like this, but no matter how embarrassing it may be, the end result could be worth it.

Hopefully.

I can read it, my writings shit so i hope you’re able to make this out.

The writing began and in your comatose state you were able to read it. The writing was chicken scratch, at least this Wonwoo character wasn’t a liar, but the longer they looked down at the page in which they wrote upon, the easier it became to read.

This is the first time either of you really acknowledged the other person and when another minute passed, Wonwoo had moved his hand into his line of vision once more, pen still in hand as he began scribbling underneath his previous statement, hand pulled back seconds later to reveal the words.

I’m Jeon Wonwoo, it’s a pleasure to unofficially officially meet you (Y/N)

It wasn’t really meant to become anything, but it did. You began looking forward to sleeping, to getting a response from the other, and each morning became a topic of interest because you were now able to reply.

It was short messages, nothing to delve into each others lifes right off the bat; realistically what could you ask someone in which you’ve been following since you were eight years old, you practically knew this man already like the back of your hand.

It was playful comments and quick “hope your day is well” and it was nothing serious. But it was nice. It was a comforting thing being able to converse, though marginally, with someone that was universally known as your soulmate.

It wasn’t until a couple weeks of this playful game you had between the two of you that Wonwoo had taken it into his own hands to make this a more definite thing.

You slept that night with a light heart filled with airy hope for a playful response from your significant other and were thankfully not let down.

Through his chicken scratch writing, something you can easily make out now after weeks of practice, he wrote about how he wished you had a good day. And with only seconds to allow your mind to process the words, Wonwoo’s hand was inching underneath the statement and beginning to write again.

I wish to speak with you in a more definite way, would you be willing to give me your number

And you did.

Well of course you did,you had no reason not to. He was your soulmate afterall, the stars alligned in the sky and the universe chose the two of you to be a match, the other person on this earth inwhich you would be most happiest to spend the rest of your life with, or at least thats what the universe was telling you; and who wouldn’t listen to the universes message?

The time difference made it difficult to talk, by the time you were waking up it was already night over there, and you had mere hours to converse with Wonwoo before he was calling it a night always ending the conversation with “I’ll see you in my dreams.”

It’d be adorable if it wasn’t meant so literally.

But at least now you knew when your life was being monitored, before it was a hit or miss, not really sure when your otherhalf was asleep or not. But with this new means of communication you more or less knew each time he was asleep and watching through your eyes. It was comforting to say the least.

The flowing conversations were comforting as well, how easily they flowed. Both personalities easily intertwining with the other in such a way that it made it so effortless to be able to talk about anything and everything with him all at once.

Sometimes the universe wasn’t so bad.

And sometimes the universe was that bad, a class clown that no one liked but put up with because they sort of pity how attention seeking it was, sort of bad.

Each passing day dragged on, and your heart was recieving most of the backlash. It became heavier with delight each time you were able to talk to Wonwoo, but sat heavily in your tight chest with dismay each time you were forced to say goodbye due to time differences.

The universes ultimate trick was pairing you with a soulmate that lived half across the country from you.

You both made it work though, you cherished the times that you had to talk in real time and both made efforts to make stupid little doodles and notes in the margines of their books so the one sleeping and watching could smile about it the next day.

Could you talk on the phone?

It was an hour into the morning, an hour into the never ending conversation between Wonwoo and yourself when he posed the question.

You turned in the warmth of your duvet, fingers clutching the phone above your face as you read over the message.

Your stomach filled with butterflies at the idea of hearing his voice in real time, hearing it as it addresses you directly instead of snooping on his conversations with friends.

It’s late there, shouldn’t you try and sleep soon

A selfish part of you hoped he’d insist.

I should. But I’d rather talk to you.

You hesitated for a moment, just staring at the bright screen in front of your eyes, your thumb movig to swipe over the screen once it dimmed to bring it back to its original brightness.

then call.

A second pased, and then another one. It seemed like seconds dragged on for minutes until your phone was switching from the messages to the black screen showcasing Wonwoo’s name.

You didn’t know why you were so nervous, you’ve indirectly known this man since you were eight years old, you watched him grow up like a childhood friend. And yet the thought of talking to him made your stomach twist and turn unpleasantly.

You closed your eyes as your thumb pressed the answer button, shaking hands moving to press the phone against your ear.

There was static noise through the phone his soft breathing muffled against the reciever making a shiver run up your spine.

Your nerves making it hard for you to speak, you’re not sure you would have been able to say anything if he hadn’t initiated it first

“Do you usually answer the phone with completely silence?”

An uncontrollable embarrassed flush painting the highs of your cheeks at his remark, and though it took you a couple seconds too long to collect yourself to respond you managed to, “More times than not,”

His soft laugh was static laced as it came through your phones speaker, your teeth biting into the skin of the inside of your cheek.

“We usually answer with a hello over here but i guess traditions vary in each country,” He egged on, you could practically hear the amused smile on his face as he spoke.

“I guess if you want to be traditional I could have answered with what you were expecting, but I like doing the unexpected.” You retorted, your mind hardly having time to process what you were saying before the words were leaving your lips, effortless banter at its finest.

“Rebellious act then?”

You let out a soft hum of agreement, your eyes opening for the first time since answering the phone and your lips curling perminently into a smile

The calls became more frequent than the texting, he’d text you once he was awake and without so much of a response you were calling him so you both could pass the couple hours that you had left before sleep to talk with each other.

Hearing 'see you in my dreams’ each conversation was much more blush inducing than just reading it off text message.

On one particular night, you laid in bed with the phone pressed to your ear listening to Wonwoo talk about nothing and everything all at once, he was surprisingly a man of many words.

One particular night when your mind wandered as he spoke and you began to think about the person behind the voice. Tried to picture what a man with such a deep smooth voice would look like.

Once there was a lull in his story because he waited for a response, you brought up your curiousity completely ignoring whatever he was talking about prior (you hadn’t really been listening too greatly so it wasn’t like you would be able to answer anyways), “Will I ever get to see you?”

Static rung in your ears, the muffled sound of his comforter ruffling around as he moved heard through it, “I suppose theres no getting around seeing each other if were meant to be soulmates.”

“But when would i be able to see you?”

Seconds past as you assumed he thought of an answer, “Right now if you wished to, through skype.” Your mouth was opening to answer before he was talking once more, “But no bundle of pixels would do your beauty justice.”

“You dont even know what I look like,” You embarrassedly spoke, your words slightly muffled as you pressed your burning cheeks into the comfort of your pillow.

“Call it a soulmates intuition,”

You rolled your eyes at his response, eyes focused back on the crack in your white paint as you thought out an answer, “Theres no other way, a bundle of pixels would have to do.”

“Airplanes cease to exist in that country as well?”

You had to close your eyes to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes fondly at his teasing, “We mostly travel by horse and carriage, I’m surely not aware of this arrow-plain you speak of,” You butchered the word airplane for comedic effect and the laughter from his line was enough conviction that it was worth it, “Besides, what are you implying?”

You could hear his deep intake of breath from his side, your brows raising in curiousity as you waited for him to speak, “I’m implying that theres other means of seeing eachother other than technology. I’m implying that I might have also already looked into flights and they’re really cheap right now.”

“How have I not seen any of this?”

“I did it all while on the phone with you so I knew for a fact you weren’t spying on me,”

“Clever,” You tisked, your tongue poking through your lips to lick over your bottom lip, “So you’re suggesting the first time we officially see one another is face to face?”

“Thats exactly what I’m suggesting, it could be like a surprise? Like a reveal or something?”

Your brows furrowing in thought as you consider it, “And what if said surprise isn’t as exciting as one thought it might be,”

He was quiet for a moment before his voice was heard once more through the phone, “I already know whatever my surprise holds it’ll be something worth getting excited over,” and without any hesitation his voice change octaves and it was much lighter than previous, “And your surprise is going to be equally if not more exciting so you truly have nothing to worry about.”

Nothing to worry about turned into a lot to worry about as the countdown to Wonwoos arrival turned from months to weeks to days and now it was mere minutes.

As promised you both stayed anonymous and when you asked how Wonwoo was suppose to tell you apart from the group he mentioned that stupid soulmates intuition thing again.

And then told you to bring a really obnoxious sign with his name on it as if you were his limo driver picking him up, which is how you ended up with a neon pink sign with Wonwoo’s name spelt out in big boxy letters and glitter puddling around your feet as it flaked off from the paper each time you adjusted how you held it.

It was very obnoxiously bright and eye catching, so you’d think it’d be easy for Wonwoo to spot you amongst the gathering crowd.

You were standing there for more than thirty minutes before the doors were opening and the first flood of people were appearing, all pulling luggage on behind them and looking more than relieved to be on the floor. Your hands immediately jerked the paper over your head so it was in view to those that were exiting, feeling slightly awkward holding the absurdly loud sign as all eyes turned to look at you at least once as they passed.

Your arms were beginning to get tired by the time you locked eyes with someone across the room. The chocolately brown eyes read over the sign before meeting yours once more and something inside of you told you that it was him.

It was Wonwoo.

Alternatively, it was your soulmate.

You held each others gaze as you lowered the sign, completely locked up in where you stood. You only found strength to move once Wonwoo took the first step towards you, and with the new found strength you were power walking over to him.

Your hand released its grip on the sign once you were close enough to Wonwoo that you could smell him, arms instinctively moving to wrap around his neck. The warmth of his chest pressing against your own and strong arms wrapping around your waist had a strange familiarity to it.

It was like coming home.

That night, you both stayed up later than usual, your nerves were too on edge and giddy to do so and Wonwoo doing so because his jet lagg would absolutely not allow him to sleep.

You both took time to get use to each other, knowing each other indirectly since being eight years old never prepared either of you for what being in each others presence would be like.

It was like taking off the training wheels to your bike for the first time, it was unfamiliar and yet familiar at the same time. And with practice you fell back into it with ease something that the training wheels had helped you succeed.

The sun was rising by the time you had been able to convince Wonwoo to sleep. You fitted into the space in your bed against the wall and like a puzzle piece, Wonwoo laid down by the edge, both your bodies turned towards each other so you could hold each other gaze, clumsy fingers bumping underneath the duvet as they moved to interlace with each other.

“I’ll see you in my dreams,” Wonwoo said on a whisper, your heart filling with an indescribable happiness and deflating as you let out a soft breath through your flared nostrils.

You nodded numbly in response, “I’ll see you in my dreams,” You responded, the first time you’re able to do so as you both were going to sleep at the same time.

And that night you didn’t see Wonwoo in your dreams, you didnt vicariously live his day through his eyes. You dreamt a normal dream, one that made absolutely no sense, one that you hadn’t experienced since you were seven years old.

You didn’t dream of Wonwoo, because through the night he slept soundly behind you, the warmth of his chest pressing firmly against your back and heavy sleep filled arms wrapped loosely around you.

He was there with you so that you could start living each day more literally together.

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wemermaid4this · 8 years ago

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Part 2

The thing about running a fever is how unpredictable they can be. It is also safe to say, your reaction and coherency can either throw you into a wild hysteria or cause you to completely shut down. So when Yurio wakes up to his phone buzzing, he has to rub the sleep and fever haze from his eyes to see who would be calling him at 2 in the morning. "Hel..Hello? He clear his throats so he can speak. "My name is Dr. Ridge, We've been monitoring your... its says here your Grandfather? Nikolai Plisetsky. It's the fevers fault that everything that the Doctor is saying sounds like he's underwater. "Grandpa?" He tries to understand? "Yes, is this Yuri Plisetsky?" "He nods his head like Dr. Ridge can see him. "Is this Yuri Plisetsky?" The phone says again. "Uh huh. That's me." He isn't sure if he's making any sense, he just wants to know if he can see his Grandpa, cause he's knows that he'll feel better when he can go home with His grandpa. "Yuri, Im aware that we have called at an extremely late hour of the evening, or I suppose Morning..." he rambles. "We would like you to come in at your earliest conveniences, it seems that your Grandfather was right to come in a few days prior, unfortunately we did everything we could....." Yurio is fast to hang up. He is wide awake now, and he stares at his phone, unsure if that call was even real. It vibrates in his hand, and after the second buzz Yurio answers again. "Hello? Yuri, I think our phones cut off, were you able to hear me. I know this must be hard, but it would be much easier to talk if in person." "I." His voice is stuck in his throat. He swallows hard and tries to even out his shaky breath. But it isn't just his voice, it's his entire body that's trembling. He's sweating, he can physically feel the sweat roll down his brow, but he is cold. His hand are cold and clammy and he wants to say it's the fever, but he isn't sure. "Hello?" "victor...I need Victor, he'll take me...Vic..VICTOR!!" He drops the phone. "VICTOR!" He squeezes his eyes shut. Yurio pulls the blanket over his small body as he curls into himself. He tries to rock back and forth and keep a steady breath, but he can't seem to stop shaking. "Viktor....Viktor... please my grandpa." "Hello? Yuri? Yuri are you still there?" Victor has always been a light sleeper, and he is extra attentive tonight, due to a Yurio with a fever. So when he hears sobbing coming from the living room, and possibly his name, he is stunned to find the Russian boy trembling under a blanket and staring at his phone. "Yurochka." He whispers. Yurio is quick to look at Victor, his eyes are blood shot and there's snot running down his nose and into his mouth. "Victor..I need to go to the hospital." Vikcor is rushing to the boys side, alarmed by his plea for a hospital. "Yura." He says as he hold him in his arms. Yurio struggles in his arms. "The hospital. I... I need to go." Victor has a firm grip on the Russian punk, and it helps that he's a bit weak from his hysteria. "Victor? What's going on, is Yurio okay?" Yurui calls from the bedroom door as he puts his glasses on. Both Russians stare at the Japanese skater. "Yuuri, take me to the hospital!" he begs. Yuuri and Victor stare at each other longingly before looking to the hysterical boy in Victors arms. "Are you hurt? Your sweating a lot kitten, but why the hospital?" "Grandpa. Grandpa needs me, the Dr. He needs to talk to me, something happened to Grandpa" Yurio is trembling like a wet dog in Victors arm. "Why won't you take me..." he pleads. Yuri, alarmed by the suddenly panic in the blondes voice, is quick to pick up Yurio's cellphone. "The Doctors called you?" He muffles a yes in Victors shoulder. "Yurio, no one called you." The Japanese boy hands the cellphone to Viktor who asks Yurio to unlock the phone. There's a text from Yakov, and Beka, but as Yuuri said, No call from the hospital. Answered or missed. "Yurochka, I think you had a bad dream." "...but Grandpa." Viktor frowns as he rest one hand securely on Yurio back and the other softly on his forehead. "Your Grandpa is at the hospital resting. So that he can get better, but you've got a fever kitten, and I need you to rest too." Yurio is tired and he still wants to make sure his Grandpa is okay, but his trust in Victor was eminent. "When I get better, can we go see him then.." Yurio is a fading fast in Victors arm. "Of course Yurio. Rest easy now."

#yuriosicfic

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kpop-drabble · 8 years ago