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momoswifee · 29 days ago

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The Fall

Pairing: Mina x fem!reader

Synopsis: "Have you ever gotten everything you ever wanted? No, but I once got very close."

Warnings: Grief, death mention, overworking, depression, alcohol consumption, isolation.

w/c: 2997

A/n: Hi!! I'm sorry for taking so long but yay! final chapter!! I'm so happy I finally finished this, I hope everyone who read all of this has enjoyed it, and thank you all for supporting me on this and for reading it!! I'm sorry if this feels rushed by the end, I really tried to write a good ending but yeah. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

“Mina, you really didn’t have to...” Your father says, smiling at the box she had brought.

“They’re your favourite, I have a shop near my apartment that sells them so it really isn’t that big of a deal…” she dismisses, handing him the expensive box of chocolates.

“They were her favourite too…” He whispers, smiling at the thought, as he looks down at it. The contrary feeling washes through her. Every time she walks down the street she instinctively looks at it and wishes to go in, to get one of those ridiculously expensive boxes, bring it home and get drunk on your memory.

Two years had passed, two whole years without you, and she felt like it was yesterday that they took you to the operating room and took you away from her. She had kept her word and had come to your parent's house for dinner occasionally, to remember you, to let them see her as an extension of their kid.

As soon as she went through the door, a big white ball of fur almost tackled her to the ground. “Hey honey” she says, laughing as Otis excitedly pushes himself onto her, trying to get close. “I missed you too.”

Three months after your passing, Mina had already gone on the press tour, she had already attended the premier, everything to do with her most recent movie was done, and she had nothing to occupy her mind with anymore.

She only had herself, in her big empty apartment to worry about. Otis had been sent to your parents when she started the press tour, she couldn’t take care of him properly. She had never gone to pick him up after.

Once she was home, she could barely get out of bed, she didn’t talk to anyone, she didn’t answer any calls. She just laid there and thought about how you weren’t with her. At one point she did think about going to get Otis back, he was the only thing she had left of you. But as soon as she got in the car, she realized that she hadn’t been good to him, to the only thing you had left behind. If she wasn’t being good to him, she didn’t deserve him. He had gotten older, he was 10 now, and she had met him when he was 3, but he still greeted her the same.

“You’ve been working a lot,” Your mom starts, once they’re all at the table. “Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“I have a pretty good agent,” Mina replies, laughing, trying to show that she is happy with it, that it is something that she’s doing because she knows it’s good for her career. “I’ve been offered pretty good opportunities, I’m just trying to make the best out of it.”

The truth is, she took on the most challenging jobs possible so that she never had to think about you more than she had too. She needed to keep you out because it had been two years and if she heard a sound of a leave being crunched while she was walking she would automatically think that it was you who was coming to her. If she heard someone knock at her door, she would think that it was you who was knocking. Every time she went to the supermarket and decided to buy oranges, she would freeze because it reminded her of your citrus smell, she decided to just not consume oranges again. The mere mention of hockey would almost send her into a spiral.

She hated that she would spend more time remembering you, than she had spent by your side, so, she focused on everything that had nothing to do with you. She would become another person, she would impersonate the character, she would absorb their essence and forget you.

After lunch, Mina offered to take Otis on a walk, to go into the town, maybe get some groceries if needed. “Have you been having fun, buddy?” She asks, receiving an almost enthusiastic bark from him. She missed him, but she knew it was for the best.

She hadn’t been to the town for a while, now usually her parents went to her, they knew she wanted to avoid it. At maximum, she would go to only their house or your parents and then leave. She honestly surprised herself when she offered to take Otis on a walk to town.

Once she had reached the center, what she saw first was your old shop, now turned bakery. She remembered the talk with your parents, how it was just you who was working there, there really was no need to keep it open, it would be best to leave the spot open for another business.

The little bakery looked good, she got curious. She got closer. Inside were little cakes, cookies of all forms, pastries of all kinds, everything you used to love. A little tug from Otis prompted her to slightly look to her left, and there Jihyo was. She felt her heart stop. She had let her hair grow, her face had more set features, her smile lines still intact. She was laughing with some friends. She looked happy, so she did what she did best, she ran away.

☾

“So we have a scheduled photoshoot until 4 pm and right after that you’ll be doing that interview because of your most recent nomination…”

Oh yeah, the nomination. Her role had been moving to many, so she had been told, it had been good enough to be considered for one of the biggest awards there were: an Oscar.

“The driver will be there to pick you up after the shoot, and I’ll meet you at the script read ok?” Her manager, Miyawaki Sakura, an angel sent from heaven, said.

Sakura, although a bit younger than Mina, had always been there for her, and more recently, had been trying to help her skyrocket her career as well as keep her healthy. After she had heard what had happened with her last manager, the over working, the whole episode where she went to the hospital, all she wanted was for Mina to have a safe and healthy environment at work, while still achieving her career goals.

While she was being photographed, watched by people she didn’t know, all she could do was pose, blank her mind, just do whatever she was told. While she was being interviewed she did more of the same, answered the questions simply, always showing gratitude, always with her practised smile plastered on her face.

“So Mina! First, congrats on the nomination!” The interviewer kindly says. “I’m sure this feels like a dream! I’m sure you’re getting closer to everything you’ve ever wanted right?”

She smiled politely and agreed with a nod. She continues to answer the questions with an almost excited tone, with a beaming smile. But in the back of her mind, she only heard a series of “no’s” being said right after the kind woman in front of her had asked if she had got closer to everything she had ever wanted. If she had asked this in the early days of her career, she would’ve said yes and meant it. If this had been asked before you had been taken away from her, she would’ve said yes and meant it. Now she said this half-heartedly, only wishing to go back to when she actually had everything, when she had you.

☾

“She looked happy…” Mina says, a lingering smile on her face as she dusts off the leaves that had fallen on her. “I know you would be disappointed in me for not going up to her, but what could I possibly say to her after all this time?”

You don’t answer, obviously, you’re not there. There’s only your gravestone with the flowers Mina had brought with her. Purple Hyacinths.

“I miss you,” she whispers, picking out the little brown leave that rested on top of the stone. You loved autumn. The colours, the leaves, the nights with the soft rain sounding out. She was glad you had been put beneath such a big tree, that now displayed such fiery colours.

After almost forgetting his presence, Otis makes himself known by huffing as he lays down his head on Mina’s lap, as he stares at the stone in front of them.

All of this is way too familiar to Mina, taking Otis to see you had become a common outing, and she wishes it hadn’t. She longed for the days that he would run through the orange and red leaves happily while you held her hand and admired the seasonal sight. She hated having to come here with Otis and watch him slowly walk through those same coloured leaves, almost as if he was dreading having to face your grave, just as she was.

☾

“Otis give it back!”

Mina felt strange. She felt warm. The sun was hitting her just right, she felt so good. The breeze was hitting her face gently, the sound of splashing water, the birds above her, the branches of the trees swaying with the light breeze. It was perfect.

“Well, I guess he just doesn’t want to play catch.”

A voice. Oh and what a sweet voice it was.

“Hm, I’m sure just needs a little break.” She says, smiling instinctively at the person in front of her. The sun blinding her eyes, just letting her see the silhouette.

“In the meantime I’ll keep you company” It says, sitting right next to her, offering her a smile. Your smile.

You’re there. You’re there with her.

She touches your hand, it’s warm. She can feel the heat travel through her body.

Her right hand, as if gaining a mind of its own, goes straight to your face and her fingers trace your soft features.

You look at her in amusement, already used to this kind of behaviour. Your smile is quickly replaced by a frown. “Mina, what’s wrong?”

Only then does she notice that she was crying. She doesn’t know why. Everything was fine.

“I don’t know” Mina laughs, wiping her tears, leaning in to briefly kiss your soft warm lips.

Everything was perfect.

“Want to join me in the water?” You whisper into her lips, her hand at the back of your neck, not letting you get away from her that fast.

The sun was so comforting against her back. She no longer felt that weird sensation. She was good.

“I think I should stay here for now…” She whispers.

“Ok.” You get up, gently taking her hand away from yours. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

You send her a small, sad, smile as you leave, going in Otis direction.

Suddenly a big thud is heard and Mina jolts awake in a cold sweat. She notices that the left side of the bed is empty.

“Yn?” She quietly calls. Maybe you had gone to the bathroom. Before she thinks about getting up, she looks over to your side of the bed, and at your night stand, lay your dusty glasses.

She hated these dreams. She never knew they were dreams, it felt like she was back with you again. She couldn’t appreciate those fictitious moments because she never remembered that you were gone when she entered that dream state.

You never left her head, you were constantly present, but in the past few weeks, you had come to see her more often as soon as she fell asleep. She would not be able to lie and say that she had been more excited lately to follow a more strict sleep schedule, it was, however, torture, waking up and not having you by her side.

☾

Her throat burned. Every step she took felt like she was going to fall face down on the dirt. The bottle in her hand getting lighter with each step she took.

“I hate you” She spits out as soon as she sees you. “I hate you. I hate that I won one of the most prestigious awards there are and still the only thing I had on my mind was your name.”

Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n

It was all that was going through her head as she delivered her heartfelt speech.

“Why can’t you just let me go,” she brokenly whispers as she kneels next to you. Her gold coloured dress now stained with dirt. “It feels like you haunt me, I can never live just a day without thinking about you, and it kills me”

She says this, knowing that she doesn’t let herself move on. She left your shared house, she left your clothes, your precious peach trees behind. She even left Otis.

She did however bring your glasses and pose them on a night stand next to her bed, she still wears her engagement ring around her neck, she still hasn’t thrown in the trash your little shampoo bottle you kept at her house, nor all your expired skincare products. Every morning she would wake up, gently massage her face with her precious serum while staring at yours.

“Some days I wish I had never met you,” The burn down her throat now had become familiar. “I wish I hadn’t met you, so I could live a happy life.”

Right after those words left her mouth she feels tears streaming down her face. It’s all a lie, the best thing that had ever happened to her was you. It wasn’t the stupid award she had just won, it was the life she had envisioned with you.

Finally, she starts to feel like her knees are burning so she decides to just rest her body on the stone.

“You promished you wouldn’t leave” she slurs out. “I can’t do this without you…”

Before she can even try to say anything again, she feels someone’s hand on her shoulder. She allows herself to think that it is you. That you had finally come to take her with you.

“Mina-”

Momo.

“Mina, what are you doing here?” The oldest asks, taking in the sight in front of her. Mina resting against your tombstone, her once golden dress now stained with dirt, her make-up completely ruined.

“I missed her.”

What was she supposed to say? That she came to yell at you to stop haunting her life? That she lied through her teeth when she had told her cousin about how well she was doing, how excited and anxious she was to learn about the award when in truth she couldn’t care less?

Thankfully, Momo didn’t press for answers, she just took the bottle from her hand and helped her up, promising to take Mina home and helping her get better.

On her way home, all she wanted to do was to beg Momo to take her back. She just wanted to be with you.

☾

Momo hadn’t left her side since her escapade to see you. She stayed with her and kept her company, not wanting to see her baby cousin so distraught and alone. While she did appreciate the caring nature of the oldest girl, all she needed was to be alone. She had already asked Sakura if any job offers or any interesting roles had come up. She just wanted to get back to normal.

She hadn't been sleeping properly, always too afraid of seeing you in her dreams. The stress of not having any work also didn't help, she felt useless. She had already, deep cleaned the house, re-arranged her closet, bought new curtains, and installed them herself. She needed to keep busy.

“Momo you really don’t have to stay here,” She sighs out, already tired of this recurring conversation.

“I’m not leaving you alone. Mina, no one knew where you were, you just vanished. Sakura called me worried sick!” Momo exclaims. “I’m not trying to suffocate you, I just want to know that you’re alright.”

“And I am,” She says, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. “It was a moment of weakness, I’ve been missing her for a while." She stops. "I’m alright.”

"I-" Momo starts sighing. "You've been trying to keep busy, but have hardly slept. Try to sleep," she says, getting up from her seat. "You must be tired. I have to go to work now, but I'll be back when you wake up alright?"

She thinks about Momo's suggestion after she leaves. The truth is, she doesn't want to sleep. She's just afraid she will see you again in her dreams and not be able to remember and not appreciate her moments with you.

Unfortunately, sleep is stronger than her and she is knocked out before she knows it.

☾

"Are you sure you don't want to get into the water? It's actually pretty nice!"

She remembered everything.

There you were, inside the lake, softly smiling at her, waiting for her response.

She gets up and walks to you. She sits on the pier and lets her feet soak in the water.

It does feel nice.

Your hands go to hold her legs, gently rubbing them.

"I missed you." You whisper as you look up to her.

Her hand goes straight to your face. She can feel your skin. Every bump, every almost-healed acne scar. She can feel you.

"I'm here now." Mina says, looking into your eyes. The eyes she had fallen in love with.

And then she jumps into the water to be with you. All she feels is warmth. She feels your hands holding her waist and pulling her closer. She opens her eyes and sees that you had dipped with her. It reminds her of when you used to kiss her underwater, so she goes and brushes her lips on yours, melting into your touch when you pull her closer to properly feel her lips on yours.

She's happy, and she doesn't even think about ever going up to breathe.

She's with you at last.

#twice x reader #mina x reader #myoui mina x reader #twice imagines #kpop x reader

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sweetteainthesummerx · 6 months ago

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THE LOVE LASTS SO LONG (11)

In which the Europe trip starts

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Note: this is kind of a filler chapter, but I'll keep updating! If you want to be added to the taglist, just let me know. Enjoy :)

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caption: ready for the next two weeks :)

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GONNA MISS U AND U BETTER COME BACK W A MAN

aubreyyang

gonna pretend I only heard the first part ILL MY U TOO

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taylorswift love

-- aubreyyang OH MOTHER

alexandrasaintmleux hâte pour l'europe avec ma belle 💞

-- aubreyyang YAY je peux pas attendre!!

user1 damn she getting brave

user2 someone tell her ollie is from essex

charlesleclerc did u just steal my girlfriend

-- aubreyyang I got tired of third wheeling

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caption: in London today 🇬🇧

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U ARE NOT SLICK

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alexandrasaintmleux with my boyfriend, his son and my girlfriend

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WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME

alexandrasaintmleux

pls just kiss the tension is wild

Sighing, Aubrey slipped her phone back into her pocket. Alex and Charles meant well, but…Ollie meant too much to her to ever risk ruining their friendship. When he crashed, she remembered halting the scene they were blocking because of the sheer amount of notifications she was getting. Her phone dropped out of her hand when she read the first headline, one of the assistants catching it and placing it back into her shaky grip. She felt tears welling up at the photo of the mutilated car. Finally, when he picked up, the relief had hit her like a tsunami. She was afraid of what this sweet boy could make her feel.

“I’ve got it.” Ollie came up behind her in the aisle, chest pressed up against her back, long arms looping around to hoist her (very heavy) luggage easily into the over head storage.

The last time they'd seen each other in person was the club in London. Even then, when they'd only known each other for a little bit, he had given her a hug, guided her where to go, held her drink for her...

And she realized that he was such a touchy feely person and she loved it.

She flashed him a grateful smile in thanks, and tucked herself into the window seat. She watched as he put his much smaller luggage up and helped the elderly woman behind him too.

As she watched him, she realized something. Obviously, he was tall. His mom, Terri, as the older woman insisted Aubrey call her, had shown her some photos of his teenage years, lanky and stretched, with big hands and feet like a huge puppy. But he was one of the tallest on the grid now, the growth spurts of youth still seemingly present. But she hadn’t noticed how broad he’d gotten. Sure, he’d been toned when they met, and she’d been very taken by his arms, but his shoulders looked so wide in his blue sweatshirt and his neck so thick. His chest was maybe four of her hands outstretched. She wanted to check. For science, of course.

He sidled back to her, long legs stretching put and bumping hers.

“Excited?” He grinned, and she had to smile herself.

“It’s a two hour flight, Bearman.”

“Yeah, so we have lots of time. What’s your favourite colour?”

“What?” She laughed, a little shocked.

“No, I’m serious.” He poked her arm, “We hardly talk about this stuff. I want to know you better.”

“Red. I think I really like red.”

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charles_leclerc bread. beer. bon.

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charl_locklerc yo who took that photo of him and Alex

aubreyyang never eating a pretzel again

-- charles_leclerc this is why you pace yourself

-- aubreyyang you would know

-- user1 THE SHADE BAJAJA

-- user2 CONFIRMED SHES WITH THEM IN GERMANU HIEFJIEK

olliebearman don't tell them about the beer

--bearheartxx WHAEJOT HES WITH THEM TOO HIM AND AUBREY HAVE TO BE DATING RIGHT RIGHT

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pretty girl more like

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I had a very handsome photographer

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BRING ME BACK BREAD PLS

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clip one: a video taken from afar on a grainy iPhone camera, four figures walking out of a club in Berlin, Germany. It zooms in, and we see that it is two renowned Ferrari drivers, Leclerc and Bearman. Walking between them with linked arms are Saint Mleux and Yang.

f1wagsupdate during the f1 summer break, Ferrari drivers Leclerc and Bearman are seen with girlfriend and potential girlfriend partying in Germany.

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f1girlypop YES WERE ABOUT TO GET SUCH GOOD CONTENT

user1 manifesting this is real PLS

user2 stop the hand placement 😫 Ollies hand on her back

cutiesgrid24 the height difference is everything my cousin was there and she said right after that video he picked her up and carried her because her heel broke

-- user1 WIEHFIJOE I just went into cardiac arrest THATS SO CUTEE

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camilaxmartin · 8 months ago

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I’m so glad there is another Lute lover 😭 literally she makes me feral. I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Lute w a super feminine gf (in personality and fashion sense)! If not that’s totally cool and you can ignore this ask!!! Have a great day! :) 💜

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summary: headcanons about lute being in relationship with a high feminine girl and everything that comes with it:)

warnings: soft!lute, a bit suggestive part at the end, adam being a dick in one scene

notes: finally getting to the requests! yay! anyway, LOVED WRITING THIS ONE AS I AM PERSONALLY A VERY FEMININE GIRLIE SKDHDDJ

requests: open!!

★ | let’s start with the fact that you’re literally the purest and most beautiful angel lute has ever seen in her life and in whole heaven. the first time you two meet she literally can’t take her eyes off of you, explaining to herself that she’s just simply admiring how confident you are while being so… girly and the literal opposite of what she has thought her whole life being confident means.

★ | it was nothing special, the first time you two met, just a simple, accidental meeting on the promenade of heaven, lute walking home off-duty when she spots you. if she hadn’t have this much of self control she’d just stop in her tracks and stare at you, but thankfully her mind didn’t let her. she notices the way you’re dressed and how amazingly beautiful your wings present themselves with this whole look and she’s literally speechless. not that she’d utter a word to you if she wasn’t.

★ | it’s obvious you notice her as well, how could you not? an angel like her just walking around the promenade, cmon now, who wouldn’t notice her? you smile softly to her and just turn away, walking your own path, making that dress of yours flatter perfectly. lute’s eyes haven’t left your presence till you literally disappeared from her field of view. and she could’ve sworn her body didn’t have any reaction to you, yet her wings came right in to disobey her. they puffed up ever so slightly, making lute feel the heat going through her back. and since then, you haven’t left her thoughts alone, messing up with her daily schedule and everything she’s known.

★ | adam has picked up on her strange behaviour almost immediately and looked at her suspiciously:

“what’s up your ass this morning, danger-tits?” he asked looking at her with his eyebrows raised. she sighed and rolled her eyes.

“nothing, just…” she stopped mid sentence and huffed. “nothing” she added and flew off, getting ready for her training.

★ | the next time she saw you, she was walking home as well but this time spotted you sitting at the ‘gods-caffe’ eating a donut with sprinkles. she stopped and just simply observed you through the huge window on the wall of the caffe, definitely forgetting about a fact that you can, indeed, see her too. just when you finished your last bite of that donut you instinctively turned your head to the side and noticed her, literally starring at you. at first you were a bit confused but that expression almost immediately turned into a soft smile, as you started to get up from your seat. that action seemed to pull lute out of her state as she immediately started walking away and even flew up just to not let you catch her.

★ | and that simple interaction if you can even call it that, caused another wave of questions from adam to fall over her the next morning:

“okay, you’re quite out of this world, what’s on your mind huh?” he asked smiling like he knew exactly what was going on and put his hands on his hips. lute rolled her eyes and groaned flying away once again, to join the other exterminators in their sparring.

★ | as she finally thought she got over that mystical angel girl that seemed to corrupt her mind, as she was flying around heaven with adam, he bumped into you causing a lot of chaos:

“watch where you’re flying, asshole!” he yelled not even looking at who he’s bumped into. when lute turned her head and noticed you, her eyes immediately went wide and she felt the lump in her throat forming, looking at your another dress fitting you just so perfectly, the colour matching your eyes.

“oh, sorry” you said stroking your cheek where adam’s mask has hit you few second ago. he rolled his eyes and immediately flew off, flying even higher up the clouds. your eyes finally noticed the girl who seemed to be staring at you for a moment now. you smiled to her softly and waved.

“hi” you said with remaining smile, your dress floating in the motion of your wings keeping you in air. lute was immediately pulled out of her thoughts and stared at you even more intensely now.

“uh- hi” she said looking away and her eyes stared following adam who was now waiting above the two of you with confusion forming on his mask.

“i saw you in front of that caffe, and wanted to talk to you but you disappeared” you said with a soft chuckle and lute swore it was the softest sound she’s heard in her life. and then she noticed you were waiting for her response.

“oh yeah- i was just passing by” she shrugged simply, trying to erase the fact that she was literally starring at you that day. “you…” she cleared her throat and looked up at adam again. “i have to go” she said quickly and flew off, joining adam high up. you just followed her with your eyes and with a small frown but decided not to chase them not wanting to get into another conversation with that dude.

★ | and after that incident adam was even more sure what was happening. he started annoying lute all day long about that girl she suddenly lost her ability to speak around and that it’s unknown for her to do so. he started joking about how the girl was literally looking like a doll and that was when lute had had enough of him and decided to take a day off, just to gather her thoughts and, let’s be real here, get a break from this dipshit

★ | on her day off, she decided to simply fly around heaven to let her mind wander and finally get rest. after a lot, and i mean, a lot, of thinking and wondering she’s come to conclusion that it’s immaculate that you’re able to be confident as an angel looking that… feminine. which made her mind spiral even deeper making all of her thoughts just about you, about how you look, about your voice and how soft it is and how outrageously sweet your lips must taste… wait-

★ | she’d probably spend her whole day off just on that when she noticed you sitting on a cloud close to when she was actually flying. she took a deep breath and decided to approach you. she flew up to the cloud immediately and just floated right next to you. your head turned immediately and the most beautiful smile she’s ever seen creeped onto your face.

“hi” she said with more confidence this time her wings immediately opening more and puffing up a bit. you obviously noticed that and chuckled, the sound making lute’s wings puff up even more.

“hi” you responded and moved a bit so she could sit down next to you. and she did.

★ | i’d say your attraction to her grew rather quickly same as hers to you. she was still amazed by your delicate personality and the way you dressed and how you managed to pull it off so… effortlessly. and believe me, it added a lot to her liking to you.

★ | after that accidental meeting on that cloud, lute decided to ask you out to that caffe she saw you in, not even realising it sounded like a date and not just a normal meet-up, but the smile on your face assured her that you didn’t mind it being an actual date.

★ | when you two met up for that date, lute was surprised to find out that you had some kind of a sweet tooth and couldn’t imagine a coffee without something sweet to eat with it. she let you pick whatever you wanted and whichever coffee you wanted and smiled seeing you picked out the sweetest one they offered while also ordering a slice of strawberry-chocolate cake with it. she ordered an expresso for herself without anything to eat.

“i see you like sweet things” she chuckled sitting down at one of the tables against huge windows. you giggled taking a sip.

“what can i say? i guess i like to sweeten up my life as much as i can” you chuckled taking a bite from your cake. “in any matter” you added with a small smirk.

she raised her eyebrow at you not fully understanding. “what do you mean?” she asked taking a sip from her cup.

“i choose sweet people to sweeten up my life as well as the sweetest treats i can find” you laughed and lute’s eyes went wide as she looked away from you with a chuckle trying to hide her embarrassment from that little teasingly compliment of yours.

★ | lute was delighted to find out you loved flowers. the first time she’s ever been in your apartment, she noticed straight away how many plants you had and that you always had some kind of flowers on your coffee table in the saloon. she smiled to herself knowing exactly how to surprise you next time.

“hi!” she yelled flying up to your window one day and waking you up. you yawned and walked over to the window opening it and looking at her surprised.

“lute?” you asked surprised, looking at the girl floating behind your window wearing a wide grin.

lute’s smile widened even more as she took out flowers from behind her back and handed them to you. “just a little treat for you” she said more nervously now but still trying to keep her voice calm. your eyes widened and a smile immediately creeped up to your face.

“my god, thank you!” you said taking the flowers and moving away from the window so she can enter your bedroom. you immediately put the flowers onto your desk and walked back to lute locking her in a hug she definitely wasn’t prepared for. “best morning ever” you whispered with a giggle at which she chuckled nervously.

you leaned away a bit when you felt her wings flatter a bit and she looked away awkwardly, feeling her cheeks starting to burn. you chuckled and decided there won’t be a better occasion than this. softly your hands grabbed her cheeks and you moved your lips to hers, connecting them in a soft and quick kiss just showing your gratefulness. lute didn’t kiss you back, but not because she didn’t want to, but because she was too stunned to do so. when you leaned away with a chuckle she immediately moved her face to yours, locking your lips in another kiss, less soft and definitely less stunned.

★ | something she’d need to get used to is how many little stuff you own. lute isn’t really the one to be nostalgic and sentimental about a lot of stuff, but when she saw your collection of random things that just bring joy or any other feeling to you, that you decided to keep, her brain told her she doesn’t own anything sentimental.

★ | when you started spending even more time together and lute stayed the night with you, she was surprised but very pleasant to get to know about your love for baths and everything that comes with it. she couldn’t believe her eyes the first time she saw how many bath salts and bombs you had not really expecting you to have so many in so many different colours and shapes. she looked through them curious and picked up a heart-shaped, black one smelling it, her eyes going immediately wide when the scent hit her nose.

“you like it?” you asked with a giggle running a bath for yourself, standing next to her.

“it smells marvellous” she said smelling it once again. you just giggled at her reaction and started to take off all your rings to prepare for the bath.

“you can use it if you want” you said nonchalantly with a smile watching her face turn up into a smile.

“really?” she asked looking at you with literal glimpses in her eyes at what you giggled once again.

“of course” you responded with a smile.

★ | speaking of which, lute was surprised to see your collection of rings. of course she noticed those that you were wearing daily but she didn’t expect you to have a full box of different rings and necklaces. she looked through them fascinated and even put on some of them when she was sure you couldn’t see her. she looked down on her hands and smiled enjoying how they looked on her fingers, making them longer and slimmer. when you came into the room her wings immediately went out hiding her while she tried to desperately take off the rings so you wouldn’t notice she tried them on. you slowly walked over to her with a curious smile, moving one of her wings out of your way and noticing how she tried to put all of them in their places. you chuckled softly.

“you can wear them if you want” you said walking away from her and going to the mirror to brush your hair. lute smiled sheepishly at you and picked out one ring putting it on her finger admiring it once again.

“i didn’t know you liked jewellery so much” she said still being focused on her hand. you chuckled softly and shrugged.

“what can i say? i like to have many options” you smiled looking at her through the mirror. “you can keep it” you added looking at the ring she chose.

“definitely not” she said laughing nervously and taking it off. you rolled your eyes playfully, walking over to her and putting the ring on her finger once again, softly looking into her eyes.

“keep it. please.” you said with a smile and lute couldn’t help but look away trying not to blush, as her wings puffed up without her consent.

★ | the same night she couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw your collection of stuffed animals. she smiled uncontrollably seeing how deeply you talked about every and each of them and couldn’t wait for you birthday to come so she could surprise you with another one of them. or to be fair, she just couldn’t wait to surprise you with it any day, not looking at the occasion.

★ | lute also didn’t expect your pyjamas to be as soft as they actually were. when the two of you got into your bed, lute wearing some old t-shirt with shorts and felt your silk matching set of pyjama on her skin she literally looked down at you with pure surprise in her eyes which you softly laughed at.

“you like my pyjamas?” you asked and she nodded her head, cuddling you tightly, pressing her skin onto yours her wings puffing up uncontrollably.

★ | deeper in the relationship lute would need to get used to a lot of things with you. for example your mood swings. of course she was a bit moody herself but the first time she saw how easily your mood could be changed just because of a small thing she needed a moment to understand it. she loved your personality and everything that came with it so it didn’t really change much, and just the thought of getting to know more of your sides made her heart flutter which she hated herself for, not being used to having that much feelings for someone.

★ | the first time you offered doing a spy night with her she was a bit sceptical but your puppy eyes made her change her mind very quickly. and just like that she ended up with a black care mask on her face, cucumber on her eyes and some kind of pink mask on her lips.

★ | when you asked her if you could paint her nails she didn’t have anything against it, until you said you wanted to paint them pink. she squinted her face and sighed but agreed, telling you she’d wash it off in the morning when she’d leave.

“pink really suits you” you said painting her toe nails and giggling. lute rolled her eyes but smiled looking down at her pink nails both on her toes and hands.

“sure” she said teasingly and laughed as this time you rolled your eyes.

“really, it brings out your lips” you said and she looked away feeling her blush.

“shut up” she said as her wings puffed up a bit, and her eyes stayed on your ceiling. you chuckled.

★ | safe to say, she didn’t wipe it off in the morning no matter how badly she complained before that she’d do it.

(a bit suggestive!!)

★ | another thing lute was surprised but also delighted to find out was the collection of lingerie and matching sets you owned. she didn’t mean to find them at first, but when you told her she could pick out something from your wardrobe to change into she just… happened to find them and beside the huge blush that covered her face she also couldn’t stop her mind from wandering and imagining you in all of those sets in many, and i mean many, different situations.

you walked back into your room noticing lute was just starting at something in your closet, so you softly sneaked up to her peeking at what she was looking and chuckled softly.

“enjoying my collection?” you asked with a giggle feeling your blush coming out. lute immediately looked back at you with a dumb smile and a nod of her head.

“yeah, very” she said looking away from you and her eyes uncontrollably going back to the underwear and then slowly to your body. you giggled seeing her eyes.

“wait for the day you see me in them” you smiled and kissed her forehead leaving a lip stain there.

“can’t wait” she chuckled and looked at you, grabbing your waist softly and pulling you in for a deep kiss, her wings puffing up immediately, when her lips only touched yours.

@lizbizbae <3

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | eight.

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 5.5k

—chapter warnings: cussing/mature language, mentions of alcohol consumption (not by oc), very platonic slow-dancing with jisung, we hear jisung's feelings about the accident 🥺, a bit more descriptive details of the accident, more minho x oc interactions yay!!, flashback - kisses/probably err on the side of making out lol

"Shit, I need to be at Yeong-Su's in the next five minutes or else my parents are gonna kill me." Jisung huffs as he struggles to get his tie done. You put your eyelash curler down to help him because you can't watch him struggle any longer. You step in front of him and take over, neatly securing his tie around his neck before looking up at him with a small smile. "Thank you." He lets out a breath of relief before looking at himself in the mirror once more.

"You're welcome. You should go."

"You're gonna be okay?"

"I will."

"What are you trying to say?" Chan yells from their room, making the two of you laugh.

"You look beautiful, cielo."

"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself, pachi." He smiles.

"See you guys down there." He calls out before rushing out of the room to meet the groom and the groomsmen. You finish curling your lashes, adding some light falsies to spruce up your look. You didn't add much makeup since you were going for a more natural look, but you were satisfied with how it turned out in the end.

You weren't entirely sure in the beginning, you hadn't done this in a very long time. It feels nice.

When you finally give your hair one last fix and spray a bit of perfume, you step into Chan and Seungmin's room, seeing them fix their suits a few times while looking in the mirror. Chan's eyes dart from the mirror to you, then back to the mirror before he's doing a double take.

"Wow, you look amazing Y/N." He turns to look at you. "And you were saying you weren't sure about the dress?"

"I just haven't dressed up like this in awhile, you know?" You shrug. "San said it was nice." Your hands brush down the fabric of the dress while Seungmin and Chan chuckle.

"San was right." Chan nods. "Though, I hope he knows we won't make it easy for him to weasel his way into your heart." Chan focuses on tightening his tie once more.

"Seriously, Y/N. You look stunning." Seungmin adds. "Ready to go?"

"Mhm. Ready when you two are."

"Alright, let me just throw on my watch and I'll be good." Chan says, snatching his Rolex off of the nightstand and securing it around his wrist. The three of you head straight towards the garden area, your eyes light up at all the wedding decorations. The venue was decorated beautifully with its sage, taupe and champagne flowers and tones.

You're pulled out of your daze when you hear a familiar voice greeting Seungmin and Chan, Chan glancing over at you once you've met the eyes of said familiar voice.

"Y/N, hey." Minho says, slowly eyeing you up and down. "W-wow, you look amazing." You look at him with a small smile as you also peep his outfit— a crisp button up with a black tie, sleeves rolled up mid-way with nicely pleated grey slacks. It's simple, but it works well for him. His long, brown hair slightly drapes over his eyes, a silver watch sitting prettily on his wrist.

"Hey Minho. Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." You chuckle just as Chan gently tugs at the gift bag in your hand.

"I'll go place this down at the gift table for you, alright? Gotta put my gift down too." You give him a small nod before returning your attention to Seungmin and Minho. They're chatting amongst themselves, and you find yourself shuffling closer to Seungmin as the crowd grows.

"You okay?" Minho suddenly asks. "Did you take your medicine?" Seungmin subtly bites onto his bottom lip while he watches your eyes shift upwards at Minho. Suddenly, Minho feels a little embarrassed for outwardly showing his worry for you. He knows this isn't the time, he knows he needs to step back. "Sorry, I—"

"It's okay." You give him a reassuring nod. "I did this morning. I appreciate the reminder, though." Minho simply nods in acknowledgement before Seungmin butts in.

"We should find our seats." He says, watching the rest of the guests settle into their seats. Seungmin's hand settles on the small of your back, gently pressing you towards the way to your seats. At this point, Chan re-joins the group and follows along, greeting some of Jisung's family members on the way over. Seungmin takes the seat near the aisle, followed by you, Chan and Minho. Just as Chan settles into the seat, Minho meets your eyes and his facial expression softens. The corner of his lips tug upwards into a tiny smile that you almost miss, and he doesn't necessarily peel his eyes off of you even as the pianist starts to play the entrance song.

You feel that look settle in the pit of your stomach.

"Oh shit, it's starting already." Chan harshly whispers over to you and Seungmin. The three of you stand as the pianist plays the song loudly, the bridesmaids accompanied by the groomsmen. Jisung walks down the aisle with a smug smirk on his face that makes Chan, Minho and Seungmin quietly laugh to themselves. Shortly following behind is another couple, then another— until the entire group passes and lines up at the altar. Once they've settled in their positions alongside of Yeong-Su, Yuna begins to make her way down the aisle looking beautiful as ever in her wedding dress.

You watch the way Yuna and Yeong-Su look at each other so lovingly in the eyes as they go through their vows, the tears still flowing down their cheeks— causing everyone in attendance to break into their own tears and sniffles. You wonder what it's like to be completely enamored by someone, to love someone so deeply and with everything in you;

What is love?

Were you ever in love at some point? True, genuine love?

Your eyes wander to the ocean just behind the venue, before they fall onto Minho again. But, when you turn, you find that he's looking at you already and his expression is unreadable. He is always unreadable, but it's the feeling you get that confuses you the most.

"Kiss!" Seungmin yells just as the crowd begins to yell along, making you chuckle. Minho is no longer looking at you, and he's snapped himself back to current times— back to reality.

God.

The wedding passes quickly, with the reception following shortly behind. It's a short distance of a walk, the huge tent with champagne-colored drapes right around the corner of the hotel. The view of the sunset and ocean is clearer in this area, with the breeze a bit stronger [though it hits the drapes and decorations beautifully].

"Cielo." Jisung comes from behind, causing you to turn over your shoulder to look at him. "Are you still doing okay?"

"Mhm." You nod. "I was just about to to grab a drink."

"I can do it—"

"It's fine, pachi. I got it." You give him a toothless smile as you step forward to the self-serve area for the drinks; all the fruit-flavored, non-alcoholic drinks lined up in cute beverage dispensers with gold detailing. You help yourself to some of the strawberry mango concoction that's almost gone, waiting for every drip to fall into your cup.

"I'm nervous." Jisung whines a bit, watching as you wait for your cup to fill.

"Why are you nervous? You're going to be fine, Ji."

"I haven't sang in front of my family in such a long time."

"And I'm sure you'll do great. They'll love you. Besides, you'll have Seungmin with you." You finally bring your cup up to your lips while you turn to Jisung.

"You don't think my singing voice is icky, right?"

"Jisung, please." You chuckle and shake your head. "Your voice is lovely. Your family will love it." You give his arm a gentle squeeze. "Promise." He lets out a deep breath before he nods.

"You're right." He walks alongside of you as you walk back to the table, Chan helping himself to the salad and bread that was just served. The three of you engage in small talk over some food, while Minho decides to sip on his drink near the open bar area. He watches the way you laugh and smile, his gut wishing he was the reason why—

"Please tell me you're just taking way too long to decide which drink you'll go for after you finish that." Seungmin comes to his side, making Minho damn near choke on the cocktail he's sipping.

"Excuse you."

"Creep." Seungmin gives him a look and Minho glares at him.

"I was just people-watching."

"Like that makes it any better."

"Would you mind your own business, Kim Seungmin? Don't you have a song to sing soon?"

"Soon, not right now." Seungmin sips on his cocktail before digging his other hand into his pocket. "So, staring at Y/N?"

"I wasn't staring at her." Minho looks at him, but all Seungmin does is cock a brow up. "I mean I was, but like, I was just making sure she was okay.. from a distance. It wasn't too long ago when I brought her to urgent care."

"Was that hard?"

"What?"

"To say that you care."

"She's still my bestfriend at the end of the day." Minho blurts out the first excuse that comes to mind even though he has no right to play that card.

"Alright then." Seungmin shrugs, half-understanding why Minho was acting the way he was, half-not-understanding why he couldn't just say what was on his mind. "Whatever you say, my guy. I'm gonna head back to our friends." He heads for the table with Minho following shortly after.

The remainder of the program goes by beautifully, with Jisung, the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen giving their thoughtful and sweet speeches. You've cried once or twice, especially when Yuna shares a dance with her father, and Yeong-Su gives his own speech to everyone before catering to his now-wife. There are special surprise performances from family, one being Jisung and Seungmin's performance— singing to Alto Moon's 'Mars.'

As soon as the dance portion of the night begins, Chan whisks you away to the dance floor, twirling you around before the both of you start to dance along to the song. Shortly, Seungmin joins along after he's found his way towards you two, then Jisung, Yuna and Yeong-Su. Minho joins the circle, laughing and enjoying himself across from you. Nonetheless, it's a good time and you find yourself having tons of fun with Jisung's family and your friends. You almost don't want the weekend to come to an end because you'll be looking to relive the entire thing all over again.

It's the first time you've felt alive in awhile.

"Hey." Jisung slips into the empty seat next to Seungmin while you two sit down for a break. "Please, help. I need a break from them." He points at his family. "They're killing me with the pictures." He tries to duck by Seungmin's figure to avoid people calling him over.

"Sucks to be you." You laugh at Seungmin's remark. "Jisung is over here!" Seungmin calls out, making Jisung punch him on the bicep.

"You asshole." He moves away from his seat to keep dodging his family, putting his hand out for you to grab when the songs begin to slow down. "Perfect timing! Let's go dance, cielo." Jisung brings you out onto the floor for a slow dance. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you around the waist, the both of you swaying to the slow beat of the song.

"Are you having a good time? Feeling okay?"

"I am. Thank you for bringing me along."

"Of course, I knew you'd enjoy it." He chuckles a bit.

"No, really. Thank you." You pull back to look at him. "You know, for always looking out for me and being there for me? For being patient? I know it might not be easy after everything that's happened. Or, I might not be the easiest to take care of, but you make life a lot smoother."

"Cielo, you're my bestfriend. I'll do anything for you." He lets out a breath. "When the accident happened, I was scared." Even if he won't get into too many details right now, it's the first time Jisung is really speaking up about the accident. "I couldn't help but blame myself because I felt like I could've done better. I spent nights trying to figure out where I could have prevented this from happening, where I lacked in keeping you safe. Why I didn't do certain things—"

"Jisung, that wasn't your fault."

"Still." He looks at you. "Maybe I should've prevented you from leaving that night. I should have made you stay knowing the storm was at its peak." You can't even remember the night of the accident, but your uncle had briefly mentioned leaving Jisung's. Why you were there, you weren't sure. Why you left, you aren't sure. But you hopped in an Uber, the driver losing control of the car when a drunk driver in the opposite lane swerved— causing the car to flip when you were only 5 minutes away from home.

It makes you sick to even think about it. That's one thing you don't want ever to relive, or have memories of.

"There are things you can't protect me from, pachi." You say softly while looking up at him. "Just as me with you."

"I just should've done better, Y/N. I could have." He clears his throat. "You were almost taken away from me. I'll never let another opportunity slip past me again." He looks at you as if it's the last time he's looking at you. But before the moment carries on, he pulls you in, hugging you tightly and warmly. He keeps you close, because that's what he feels like he needs to do from this moment on.

"I'm here, pachi." You softly say as you part from him. All he can do is look at you and nod, giving you some space as the next song begins to play.

"I know." At this point, Jisung's mom comes from behind him and sweetly asks for a dance from her son. You hand him off, smiling at them right before you turn on your heel to head to the bathroom. Luckily, it isn't too far into the hotel. You can't wait to relieve yourself and freshen up a bit, giving yourself a bit of a break before heading back out to be surrounded by people and loud music.

Once you feel like you've given yourself a good enough breather, you leave the bathroom and turn the corner—

"Woah." Minho says, his hands immediately coming to your elbows. "Oh jeez, I'm so sorry Y/N." He says when he realizes it's you he almost ran into.

"You're alright." You chuckle. "I shouldn't have turned the corner so quickly." He puts on a small smile.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just needed a little bathroom break and a quick breather." You look past his shoulder to get a glimpse of the party. "Is Jisung still with his mom?" He shakes his head.

"No, but his auntie."

"Of course. I saw you and Chan with the aunties earlier."

"Gotta save them a dance or two, you know?" You giggle.

"How sweet." Pause. Silence. Minho observes every inch of your face, body— the scar on your cheek from the accident, and the one near your hairline. You're beautiful, and he doesn't even care if he's staring.

All that liquid courage, especially.

"You really do look amazing tonight."

"Thank you, Minho." You fiddle with your fingers. "I should let you get back to.. you know.." He lets out a small breathy laugh just as you see Jisung hurrying into your point of view.

"Please. Help." You read Jisung's lips and furrow your brows, causing Minho to turn over his shoulder and look at him.

"He always needs saving." Minho rolls his eyes, making you laugh at his statement.

"Are you gonna head back to the table after?" He nods.

"Yeah. But for now, I think you should get to Jisungie before he cries."

"Right. I'll see you later." You chuckle as you walk past him and meet Jisung, who is hiding from his aunties [again] even in plain sight.

Minho is left alone to ponder on his thoughts, and he can't stand this.

Actually, he can't stand himself. Cause god, he was preparing to accept the worst. To lose you, to not have you around. To have something taken away from him so suddenly.

Then, that wasn't the case. But that's not the issue at all, no. He's happy and he can't stop thanking the higher power for giving you another chance at life. He doesn't know what he'd do without you, you were always important to him. Always will be.

Still, you are what he loves the most.

But he can't stand himself because he's here, acting like everything is fine. He was heartbroken when you didn't remember who he was, had no recollection of the memories you two shared— he fell deeper in this dark hole with Kat even though he didn't intend to. She just filled this void that he had, and it's fucked up of him to lean on the girl that messed up everything you two had in the first place. He couldn't help himself. But, what breaks his heart the most now is that you don't know, and you may or may not ever know. He couldn't dare to see you crying or hurt. Even though Minho really wants to be honest, he really wants to tell you.

You two have so much to talk about.

He looks at you as you hit the dance floor with the group and he's just not sure when or how to do this— how to even act around you because you're the girl he's always loved. You're the girl he imagined spending his entire life with. But you're also the same girl he hurt so, so deeply.

He's the one who brought you all this love, along with all this hurt, and he'll never forgive himself for it.

He wishes it wasn't so difficult because when he looks at you, he wishes he could love you time and time again— like the world was due to end any minute now.

That's way too selfish of him, though. He's already been selfish once, and he won't dare to be that selfish again. He'll try not to.

Not if it hurts you.

Jisung joins Yeong-su and the groomsmen for a little after party at a nearby bar, while Chan and Seungmin busy themselves with rounds of Mario Party in the room. You decide that you want to walk and experience more of the ocean, listening to the waves crash against the sand under the cool weather.

"I'm going to walk around the hotel."

"Wait, do you want one of us to come?" Chan's eyes are fixated on the screen in front of him as he furiously presses the button on the controller.

"No, it's okay. I just wanted to take a quick walk and sit by the water for a minute. I'll come back." You stand at their doorway and give them a small smile.

"You su— ah, fuck off dude!" Seungmin yells. "Are you sure, Y/N?" He repeats to finish off his previous thought.

"More than sure." You give them one last wave before heading out the door. After the wedding, you quickly took a shower and threw on some cotton shorts, a baby tee and a loose zip-up to protect you from the colder breeze at this time of night. You zip it up halfway, tugging on the zipper as you step into the elevator and head down to the first floor. It's still pretty lively, with guests at the restaurant and bar. Just as you send a text to your uncle to let him know you're okay, you do a double-take when you catch a familiar face sitting in the same exact dining area where you and Seungmin sat yesterday.

You don't say much, but you're quick to find out that you don't need to. As if his instinct told him to turn right at the moment, he does. He catches your eyes as he's about to take another sip, a subtle smile forming at the corner of his lips when you shyly wave. He sets the glass down and lets the waiter know he's finished, acknowledging him once more before making his way over to you. He smiles a bit, but you can tell he's nervous [partially tipsy, too].

"I didn't think I'd run into you out here." Minho says, making you chuckle as he continues to walk alongside of you.

"I wanted to walk around and sit by the water for a bit."

"Not tired?" You shrug.

"I am, but I wanted to get a better view of the ocean before leaving." You look up at him. "I could ask you the same."

"I figured I'd explore around too."

"See." You giggle.

"What's Chan and Seungmin doing?"

"Playing Mario Party." He chuckles.

"Of course." It's silent for a bit before the two of you head down the steps and finally hit the sand. "They didn't wanna join?"

"I mean they asked, but I told them they didn't need to. Don't wanna interrupt their session."

"They'll live." You laugh a bit and nod.

"It's alright." Minho catches you take in a deep breath before exhaling, biting onto your bottom lip as you slowly take steps forward, closing in to the water. It falls silent between you two, but it's a comfortable silence. You take in the view, while Minho observes you.

Calm.

Beautiful.

So—

"So pretty." His head tilts to the side because yes, you are.

"Yeah, it is."

"I think I want to draw or paint this when I get back home." You quickly snap a photo.

"You should." You look at him and give him another small, toothless smile before sitting on the sand. Minho stands for a bit before he finally sits next to you— legs propped up while his hands rest on his knees. "How's all of that going?"

"I don't know. Better? Finally feeling some kind of inspiration to get back into art." You smile out towards the water. "I haven't done much yet. But either way, it's refreshing."

"That's good. How are the pottery classes?"

"Fun." You shrug. "Keeps me busy." You tuck your knees to your chest and look at him again. "I think I wanna work at the florist shop near Sunday Morning."

"Really? That'll be fun, too." Minho chuckles a bit. "You sure you're ready?" You nod.

"Yeah, think so. I feel ready. San said I should go for it, too." Minho's smile slowly fades. Of course he did.

"How's that?" He forces himself to ask, though he's afraid of the answer. Selfishly so. Here he goes, already failing with being selfish.

"Which? San?" You ask him, genuinely confused about the question.

"Mhm."

"He's becoming a good friend. We hang out, we talk."

"As long as he's good to you, Y/N." He's not even sure what direction that statement is going, but whatever it is— he truthfully and wholeheartedly means it. If San is what will make you happy, then he will let you be happy.

That's the most important.

"It's good company, that's all." Your arm brushes against his, but you don't react much about it. "Enough about me though, what about you?"

"I'm a boring person."

"Clearly not if we're bestfriends." You chuckle a bit.

"All I do is exist, Y/N. Truthfully. I just work, dance, cook." Minho laughs at how pathetic he's making himself sound right now, but it's true. It's all he does.

"Well, what about Kat?" He shivers a bit. It's weird how her name used to be like venom. Now, it's.. nothing?

"Kat?" He repeats and looks at you. You nod at him so innocently and it hits him how much the accident has changed you. Of course, not your fault. But it goes to show how difficult it's been having to adjust. "We— she— that's not really a thing anymore, I guess?"

"So, you two were dating officially?"

"No. Never. We casually saw each other but that's all." He swallows the lump in his throat.

"I'm sorry, Minho."

"No need." He chuckles. "We were never going to be serious. I just finally learned how to walk away from it. The hard way."

"I hope you really are okay." You rest your chin against your knees.

"I am. Don't worry about me." It falls silent for a moment before you call for him.

"Minho?"

"Yeah?"

"This is nice. I.. haven't been able to talk to you much, so it's nice to hear your voice more." He smiles before his head drops and he shakes his head.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just get occupied, and I always try to keep myself busy. Plus, I wanted to give you your space for a bit."

"I understand." You sigh. "This must be weird for you."

"No." He shakes his head. "It's not weird or anything. Don't ever think that."

"You feel distant."

"I'm not gonna lie, it's difficult because a lot has changed." He looks at you before tearing his eyes away. "I'm terrible at coping, and I'm terrible at dealing with big changes. All my own personal struggles, that's all."

"I get that."

"But I am sorry you feel that way. I know I should've done better, especially as your bestfriend. I haven't acted like it."

"It's okay, Minho. You don't have to apologize."

"I do. You deserve that from me." He looks at you again and his eyes soften. How he wishes he could pull you close, hold you, reassure you through a kiss on the forehead.

He feels his heart sink to the pit of his stomach, so he shifts and focuses on the water, listens to the waves crashing against the sand.

Maybe one day, he'll be able to look at you for longer.

"I wish you didn't leave so quickly after you brought me home from the clinic."

"I wanted you to get your rest."

"Jisungie was there. I was looking for you. I wish you stayed." This is what makes it difficult. You looked for him. He feels like it's been forever since that happened.

"I'm sorry." He replies softly. "I'll make it up to you, okay?"

"You can by staying and not hurrying away next time." You feel your heart thumping in your chest, and you're not sure why you feel so shy, so nervous around Minho right now. The root feeling you get with him is unfamiliar, strange— falls into the category of known unknowns. But, one thing is for sure: you crave Minho's company.

"I can do that." You nod before letting out a small yawn into your elbow. "Maybe we should head back so you can sleep?"

"Yeah, I think the exhaustion is finally hitting me." You giggle, watching as Minho stands and dusts himself off. He puts out a hand, letting you grab onto his to help pull you up to do the same. "At least I got to enjoy the ocean." You turn to him as you start to walk back into the hotel. "Thanks for spontaneously joining me."

"Of course."

"Are you on the fourth floor too?" He shakes his head.

"I booked my room a little last minute so I'm on the seventh." He digs his hands into his pockets. "Is Jisungie back?"

"No. He probably won't be back until later."

"Hm." He hums as he presses the elevator button.

"I think we're getting breakfast tomorrow right? Us 5?"

"Mhm. If Jisung is alive." You laugh and step inside.

"True. He'll be a mess later."

"Do you wanna sleep in my room?" You raise a brow at him and he instantly retracts. "Oh no, no— sorry, I meant like, you can sleep in my bed— fuck." He groans. before gathering his thoughts again. "We can switch. So you don't have to deal with him later." You laugh.

"It's alright. If I need help, I'll call you. How about that?"

"Fair enough."

"I'm sure he'll be okay." The elevator dings when it his the fourth floor. "Thanks again for the company. I'll see you tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah." You smile.

"Goodnight, Minho."

"Goodnight." His eyes are glued onto you even as you turn on your heel and walk down the hallway, the elevator doors closing in front of him.

Now, he feels empty.

He's left with another piece of his heart broken, left with the unbearing sadness and anxiety he feels every time you walk away from him.

How do you continue to love someone who doesn't remember you the way you remember them— who doesn't love you the way you love them?

☁︎ FLASHBACK | A NIGHT DURING FRESHMAN YR IN COLLEGE

"Ouch, fuck!" You whine as you almost slip on the dirt, making your way up the stupid fucking hill behind campus. "If I break my ankle or fall, this will be all your fault Lee Minho."

"You're fine! We're almost there, princess." He laughs loudly as he watches you struggle climbing up the somewhat steep hill. Minho holds his hand out for you to grab, giving you some leverage to tackle the dirt path. You squeal a bit when you feel him pull you upwards, letting out a laugh when you finally get your footing together on flat ground.

"All this for the tower." You dust yourself off and look up at the abandoned watch [fire?] tower nestled up in the hills behind campus. "So worth." You turn to look at the town's view ahead.

"Atta girl." Minho smiles and nods towards the tower. "Come, let's go up the stairs and sit up there." He swings the rusted, metal gate open to lead you to the stairs.

"We're not gonna get in trouble, right?"

"Baby, baby, baby." He says in a certain tone. "Are we really asking that question?"

"Well, I don't know!" Minho steps aside to let you climb up the steps first. "Campus security could see us from down there and catch an attitude about us being here at this time!"

"Then we'll just tell them we're not getting any younger. It's a must to explore what's outside of campus before we're thrusted in the real world." You snort as you reach the end, feet stepping onto the platform. It isn't an incredibly huge tower— quite frankly, it's tiny and you're not even sure why the dang thing existed in the first place. But, there's nothing eery to it at all. It's a nice spot to have these moments.

"A prophet. I am dating a prophet."

"Maybe." Minho laughs as he sits on the platform and takes a swig of his water. "Sit with me. Please?" Is all he says when he reaches for your hand and gently pulls you in between his legs. You sit contently, letting Minho lazily wrap his arm around your neck before planting a kiss on your temple.

"It's a perfect night." You look up at the dark, night sky, counting as stars in your immediate view. You feel your body into Minho's as he adjusts his position and holds you closer to him. "Thanks for taking me up here, love."

"Course." He gives you a small smile. "Just don't tell Ji or else he's gonna be pissed. He's been wanting to do the hike up here but I keep telling him I'm too lazy."

"Too lazy, huh?" You chuckle.

"Gotta make princess happy first and foremost." He boops the tip of your nose, making you slightly turn over your shoulder to meet his eyes.

"Hey, babe?"

"Hm?" He hums as he gently pushes the hair away from your face.

"What do you think life would be like for us in a couple of years?"

"Well." He lets out a breath as you lay back on him, the both of you watching the hustle and bustle of the town. "I'd be owning a café. You'll be teaching art, maybe opening your own little boutique for it. We'd probably live together, and I'll start stressing on how to propose to you as time continues to go on—"

"Woah, propose?" You smirk and playfully push him. "Is that so?"

"I thought we were looking at us in the future?"

"Cute. Do you think we're too young to think like that?" Minho shakes his head.

"Maybe." He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "But I'm sure of it. I think that counts for something." You let out a soft, breathy laugh.

"Yeah, you're right." You nod and lay back on him. "I like that. I like future us."

"Good." You scoff before laughing. Minho continues to stare at you, smile slowly fading when his eyes shift from yours, to your lips— back up to your eyes. "So pretty."

"It's nighttime." He shrugs as he leans in slowly.

"And? Can still see you perfectly." He mumbles just as his lips brush against yours— sending tingles down your spine. You subtly bite onto your bottom lip, closing in on the kiss. Minho holds the kiss for a moment before he inches back, coming in for another shortly after. This time, his tongue lightly glides across your bottom lip; his way of asking for permission to take the kiss a little deeper.

And you let him.

You slightly turn to position yourself better, hand coming up his neck, jaw, cheek, just as he sucks onto your bottom lip and tugs it back. You let out a soft sigh, smiling into the kiss as Minho continues.

"Maybe—we should—" You kiss him. "Head back?" He nods, giving you one last peck on the lips.

"Yeah." You prepare to stand and dust yourself off when Minho grabs your wrist. "Hey, babe?" You turn to look at him when he gets himself up. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You smile and kiss him on the tip of his nose.

☁︎ END

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jungkookjeon0007 · 4 months ago

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Nights in Vegas | CH. 2 (JJK FF)

☆ summary: When Olivia flies to Las Vegas for her first ever BTS concert w/ her best friend, she was expecting to make lots of unforgettable memories... What she wasn't expecting was to end up with the lead singer, Jeon Jungkook, knocking on her hotel room door only to find her in nothing but a towel. What will happen when the golden maknae wants to see her again? Will it lead to heartbreak, or a promising future for them both?

☆ pairing(s): jungkook x olivia.

☆ ratings: (18+) for detailed sex scenes + harsh language.

☆ genre: smut, angst, fluff.

☆ word count: 1.32k.

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Once I was able to collect myself off of the floor, I walked over to where my clothes were laid out and started to get ready for lunch. I couldn't for the life of me get Jungkook out of my mind and never would have imagined in a million years that I could be lucky enough to meet any of the members in person, let alone my bias.

As I continued to replay the events from earlier throughout my head, I heard Lacie unlocking the door and coming back into the room. She leaned on the door frame of the bathroom smiling. "Hey babe, you ready to roll?"

"Yes, I just finished my makeup. How do I look?" I spun around waiting, for her to give a yay or nay about my appearance.

"You always look so damn cute and I am obsessed with your whole outfit."

I smiled and thanked her.

After making sure we have our wallets, phones, and keys for the room, we made our way down the hallway and towards the elevators. Once it showed up and the doors opened, I heard her gasp. As I looked up from my phone, I was met with 2 of the most handsome men staring back at us, one of them being Jungkook and the other was Hobi.

"Are you ladies going down too?" Hobi asked in his best English accent. We nodded our heads and as we entered, Lacie clung onto my arm for dear life.

As soon as the doors shut, I had a strange feeling that someone was staring at me. Sure enough when I glanced around, my eyes were instantly met with Jungkook's as he flashed his best smile and winked at me. I felt like I was going to spontaneous combust inside of this elevator but somehow played it cool and flirtatiously smiled back instead.

Hobi looked at us strangely before starting a conversation with him in Korean so Lacie and I couldn't understand, but the moment he gave a shocked expression and looked directly at me after Jungkook replied, I knew he was informed about the encounter between the two of us earlier.

Once we arrived to the lobby, Lacie darted out dragging me to the main entrance. We walked outside onto the sidewalk and that's when she finally turned to me with a huge smile on her face. "Liv! Do you realize who we were just in that elevator with?!"

Chuckling at her behavior, I smiled. "Well of course I know who they were! We've only been obsessed with them for 6 years, Lace."

I started to laugh nervously as she stared at me with a curious expression. "You are way too calm for someone who just had their bias, smile and wink at them in an elevator. What the hell is going on?"

I told her about the run in I had with Jungkook this morning while she was gone. By the time I was finished explaining, she looked as though she was about to explode unable to control her excitement any longer.

"Okay, you can let it out now. That was the whole story."

"OH MY GOSH! Jeon Jungkook saw you in your towel and talked to you outside of our room! You are seriously so fucking lucky and I am 100% jealous of you right now. That's amazing."

I couldn't stop laughing at her reaction. "Shhhh, keep your voice down so people won't hear you!"

"This is seriously so huge. You have to see him again before the concert."

I have never turned my head so fast in all my life, "What are you talking about? He's beyond famous. Why would he want to see me again when he literally has thousands of other girls he could easily go after."

"Liv listen, he told you that he hoped he'd see you again soon then not even 2 hours later, you see him in an elevator when he fucking winked at you. Why can't you see that he's clearly flirting with you?"

Was he flirting with me or just being nice?

Of course the thought had run through my mind, but I am a nobody. Why in the world would he waste his time flirting with me when he could have someone way better and prettier. Lacie took my silence as a hint and dropped it, noting that I didn't want to talk about it anymore right now.

She knows me well enough to know that we are going to be talking about this later, within the privacy of our room, and with champagne. "Okay babe, let's just go get some lunch and shop around the city."

As we spent several hours exploring the city, a part of me couldn't stop thinking about what she had said. Could he actually be interested in me?

[Jungkook's POV]

I exited the elevator making sure it was the right floor this time, and quickly made my way to Namjoon's room.

When I entered, Taehyung was the first person to speak. "Where have you been? We've been waiting for you for at least 20 minutes or longer."

The rest of them looked at me, waiting for an explanation to my tardiness. I didn't know what to say but since the question came up, I may as well talk to them about my encounter with that beautiful ARMY girl. "Well, funny story actually... I kind of went to the wrong floor."

They looked at me for a second then busted out into laughter, making jokes until they noticed I was not laughing along. "What's the matter Kook? What's going on?" Hobi always feels when my vibe is different, it's one thing I think is so special about him.

"I met an ARMY today and she is not at all like any of the others I've ever met before. She didn't bombard me with photos or have a phone shoved in my face. It was honestly so pleasant to talk with her, almost like a breath of fresh air."

That seemed to really get their attention as they looked at me curiously. "What do you mean she isn't like any of the others? What happened between you?" Namjoon asked in a semi worried tone.

Knowing there was no turning back, I spilled everything that happened earlier at her hotel room... even the towel scenario. I told them how it had made me feel and about the weird butterflies I had gotten.

"Why don't you see her again then?" Yoongi asked casually while scrolling on his phone.

Each of us turned to look at him, waiting for an explanation. "What I mean is, we are literally in Vegas. You are so young JK and I've never even heard you talk about a girl before. I don't see why you couldn't break the rules for once to go see her."

Silence filled the air but he continued, "Namjoon, what do you think about Kook's dilemma? If she signed an NDA and he feels like he can trust her, do you think there would be any harm in allowing him to spend time with her?"

It took Namjoon a minute to process everything that was discussed between us in the past 15 minutes. He then began to text on his phone for what seemed like ages, until he locked it and turned to me. "So, I have discussed this situation with the managers, and they said that if she agrees to sign an NDA, then there should be no harm in you seeing her. There will be a few ground rules that will need to be covered for the both of you that she will need to be present for, but other than that they don't see much of a problem with it."

I have never felt more happy.

All I had to do now is talk to her again and find an opportunity to bring up the NDA. The doubts were obviously there that she wouldn't agree, but I shoved them to the back of my mind. I refuse to talk myself out of it because there is no harm in hanging out and getting to know her better.

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aardvaark · 1 month ago

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the librarians "and the eternal question" (s3e8) watch through:

spontaneous human combustion. i fear the creators spend the same ungodly amount of time going down wikipedia rabbit holes as i do.

cassandra is definitely hiding something about this doctor she wants to talk to… i have been informed (ty to @the-tomorrow-road 😊) that this is a cassie episode and im excited but worried because being the focus of the episode on this show usually means something traumatic as hell is about to happen to you

miraculous healing & bursting into flames? i’ve also been told the christian kane "i don’t like vampires" scene (angel reference) is from this ep so i’m guessing the property owners are the vampires? and maybe turning people into vampires?

oh cassandra :((

everyone automatically assuming cassandra’s hopped up on caffeine lol. guessing thats happened before

oh! i didn’t realise she felt that way about jenkins… seems like she’s starting to be incredibly spontaneous in general though. wait, ha, spontaneous like the human combustion lol

cassandra immediately pulling another woman she just met lmaooo. good for her!

yeah there it is! [jacob looks at his hand] "i don’t like vampires". (poor lindsey and his evil hand. oh well!)

i lowkey forgot that baird & flynn were on a trip of their own. thats cute, they get a lil vacation <3

i love the unsubtle glowing magic back door haha. makes me laugh whenever it’s in plain sight of other people. i mean it’s very brief, so people waking by probably don’t notice or think it was just a trick of the light, but it’s pretty funny that they barely try to hide it lol.

oooh if the vampires are telling the truth, then they’re genuinely trying to help people - and it’s been working up until now! very successfully in fact!

doctor-patient confidentiality once again does not exist in tv world haha

JENKINS SWORD FIGHTING VAMPIRES. hes the coolest person ever. i wanna see all his adventures from camelot to present day, that could be a series of its own. probably a sad series in many parts though…

them all waiting for cassandra at the hospital :(. damn this is probably the saddest/most emotional moment they’ve had on this show i think… the fact it’s a very possible, real-life situation adds to that imo. most of us won’t get permanently timetravelled or leave the ghost mirror (though of course those relate to many real life experiences of grief & loss) but waiting for someone to get out of surgery, sitting in the halls of a hospital… thats all too real.

very sweet to hear baird saying how cassandra is valuable to them regardless of her gift & how much they all care about her - but also glad on cassie’s behalf that her gift came back, as she’s come to appreciate it more & more as a gift and part of herself rather than a flaw or curse etc.

w. uh. hang on. what was that. telepathy??

omg YAY cassie finally kissed a woman on screen!!! confirmed bisexual icon!!!

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hookedsworks · 5 months ago

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Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter XIV

II asks Vessel a question.

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“You have a tattoo?” Vessel asked immediately when II came back to him with a protein shake. “Thank you,” he murmured. II was reeling. Vessel’s eyes had gone so glassy with tears the second II had raised his voice.

“Uh, yeah,” II glanced at his arms, both completely sleeved out to his hands.

“N..no. I um. I can see those. I thought I saw one when you adjusted your shirt,” Vessel reached out, gesturing toward II’s shirt.

“Oh, I see. Um, yes. Basically my whole body is tattooed,” II pulled his shirt up so Vessel could see the ink on his ribcage. From his hips all the way around his back told a story. It was the corpse of a deer, with flowers and trees spiraling up his torso, growing out of the deer’s body. It was his favorite tattoo. He was so proud of it, partly because Ivy had helped him pick it out.

“W-wow. II, that’s beautiful,” Vessel's eyes were roving over the ink II had exposed. He coughed and cracked the drink II had brought him. He cleared his throat. “That's good. Did the tattoo hurt?”

“Mm, kinda. It was worth it though, I think,” II brushed his hands down over his sides. Vessel had a spacey look on his face and his gaze was locked on the tattoo. Before II could invite him to touch it, Vessel's fingers brushed against his skin.

“It's really beautiful,” Vessel traced one long…long finger across II's back. His touch was feather light, almost teasing. II involuntarily arched into his touch. “Um…sorry,” Vessel whispered, fingers still against II's skin. He could feel just a hint of Vessel's fingernails, and goosebumps blossomed from the contact. II's mouth ran dry.

“No…no. It's okay. I'm. I'm glad you like it. It's my favorite piece I have,”

“I love it,” a soft smile was on Vessel's face, and II wanted to get his phone out and take a photo. II let his shirt fall, Vessel’s fingers still under it.

“Thank you,” those pretty dark blue eyes met II's. They were glossy and bright with the smile on his face.

“I…um… well, I should finish my workout,” Vessel chewed his lower lip again. II noticed every time he did it, and it drove II positively wild.

“Y-yeah. Of course. I'll let you get to it. It was great talking to you. We should do it again sometime. Maybe over some black coffee with too much sugar in it?” there. II finally showed some interest.

“Oh. Um. I'd like that. I'd like that very much,”

“Really?” II couldn't keep the stupid grin from taking over his face. “Okay. Um. I'll DM you,” II wanted to start dancing in the middle of his gym.

“Okay,” Vessel's own smile was large and positively captivating. He was nodding and smiling and II thought his heart might burst.

“Okay. Um. Yay!” II clasped Vessel’s hand for a second before striding off, full of new confidence.

#sleep token fanfiction #sleep token gym au #sleep token #worshitposting #sleep token worship #trust me i didn't anticipate this direction #they went there all on their own!

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dazedquilly · 7 months ago

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I finally found time to finish it! Yay!!! 💀😭

Also please note that this is a high school au so characters would be aged up. No pedo behavior is welcomed! And forgive me if any mistakes were made, I tried to proofread as much as possible.

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In the Rain, We Meet Again- Part 2

Two weeks later, the second term is finally here. Back to procrastination and late nights of doing homework, You were reluctant to go but your mom insisted that "it was for your future" as they all do, you were however, excited to see your friends. They made your school life a bit more easier with the chaos they brought, you still thought about the boy you met in the rain the other day. How crazy would it be if you met him again! But that would never happen... right? Anyways, time was ticking and much more thinking would make you late for school. You quickly finished your breakfast and dashed out the door, yelling "Bye!" on your way out.

As you skipped along the way you bumped into someone, your bestfriend, Aoi. You both talked on and on about the short vacation you were given. "Oh, by the way, something interesting happened two weeks ago," you started off.

"Really? Well don't be shy, go on!!" Aoi certainly seemed interested in the tea that was about to spill.

"Well... it may or may not have something to do with a boy-"

Your speech was interrupted by her exclamation, "WHAT?! YOU? Y/N? WITH A BOY? I refuse to believe it." She knew how you were, most of the time you didn't pay any mind to boys around you but now here you were, bringing up one in the conversation. She had every right to be shocked.

"Well, if you'd let me finish you'd understand!" And so as you two walked to school, you told her about the encounter and how you both chatted and walked in the rain. "My.. and you waited until now to tell me?? WE BOTH HAVE PHONES Y'KNOW? THIS IS DELAYED INFO." Aoi was only joking but her sudden yelling made you jump, "I apologize, my dear best friend, please do not kill me..!" You both laughed at your response and entered the school gate, making your way to your classroom, it seemed like Nezuko and Kanao had already arrived earlier as they waved you over. "Guess what?" Aoi started, she obviously was not gonna gatekeep the tea that was spilled, Nezuko spoke up, "What is it? You don't normally look this excited so my guess is that this is good news..?"

You spoke up, "I walked in the rain with a good-looking boy, no biggie." Nezuko gave you a deathstare, "No biggie? NO BIGGIE?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT YOU JUST SAID?!" You slowly nodded, "Y e s...?"

Just as the two were about to rant on, your teacher entered the classroom. You all scrambled to your seats, but as you sit down next to Aoi, you see a strange, familiar person enter after your teacher.

"I wonder who that is.." Aoi whispered to you. Just then another similar person entered, in fact the two looked like printed copies of each other, "I think I'm seeing doubles.." You whispered back. Aoi only nodded in silence as the four of you stare on. Even after they said their names, Muichiro and Yuichiro, you still couldn't tell the two apart, then it struck you, one out of two them was the boy who walked with you in the rain. "Aoi..." You started as she turned to you, "I think one of them walked in the rain with me.." Her eyes widened, "WHA..?!" You had to cover her mouth so the entire class wouldn't be aware of your conversation.

"Yes, it was definitely one of them." You continued in a positive tone. "You lucky rat.." Aoi hissed, as you giggled at the comment, just as you were about to speak you saw the two print copies sit down behind you. It took every single muscle in you and Aoi's bodies to not turn around and stare at their beauty. Class soon finished and one of the two got up and left for break as the other sat there silently. You and Aoi got up to leave but he grabbed your hand, motioning he wanted to talk to you. Your friends watched on, giving you either teasing looks or a smirk but decided leave the two of you alone.

"You.." He started, "You look familiar.." You watched him and said with a laugh, "Don't you remember? We walked in the rain together!" He nodded, finally understanding. "I see..." You continued, "By the way, is that your twin brother? Also which one are you? Muichiro? Or Yuichiro?" He only shook his head and replied, "We're a twin if that wasn't obvious, and I'm Muichiro." You sighed, finally understanding now, "Ahh, okay! I'm Y/n!" You held your hand out to shake and he received it, "I didn't know you would move to this school! Is that why you were in town that week? Getting stuff?"

Muichiro only nodded. And for the rest of your questions, he either nodded or shook his head. Even though this was your first day back at school, you felt that this would be quite the interesting school term!

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny muichiro #muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #muichiro x you

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 years ago

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Ikemen Villains - Part 1

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories. Spoilers under the cut. Expect mistakes.

What is happiness?

It’s like the twilight sky that changes color as soon as it’s imprinted in your eyes.

It holds your heart forever, yet you can never have the same thing again.

(Yeah, I really don’t know what I’m doing. I need to get my shit together.)

Today, Victor invited me for some tea.

I thought he was going to end the day peacefully with a chat and laughter, but he eventually dropped one heck of a bomb.

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Victor: Oh, right. Regarding your first job as a fairy tale writer.

Kate: Yes, what is it?

Victor: I want you to choose one of the crown members and spend time with him as your lover.

Kate: Pardon?

(L-Lover?)

Kate: H-Hold on, even if you ask me to choose, I still don’t know anything about一

Victor: That’s right, Miss Kate!

Victor: I’ve been up all night trying to figure out how to get you to know them better, and I finally came up with this idea.

Victor: Well, what can I say? I’m a genius! It’s already late, so you better start tomorrow. I’m so excited.

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(I ended up agreeing, though, thinking that if I didn’t get their trust in my first job, they would kill me.)

(But getting to know each other deeply as lovers? How can I even handle such a ridiculous job?)

(I almost got run over by a carriage just thinking about it.)

I looked down at my sprained ankle, trying to avoid the speeding carriage, and sighed.

(There’s no point in dwelling on it.)

(First, l need to talk to Roger and get him to lend me some bandages.)

As I was dragging my feet to the stairs leading to the entrance...

Ellis: What happened to your foot?

Kate: Whoa! Huh? Ellis?

Ellis: Does it hurt?

My heart skipped a beat when Ellis popped up, probably on his way home from somewhere.

Ellis: Did you hurt yourself?

That fateful night, Ellis was the very person who asked if he could kill me, but I managed to survive by becoming a fairy tale writer.

(Shortly after that, he proposed to make me happy.)

I couldn’t help but feel an unspeakable unease.

Ellis: Let me patch you up. Put your arm around my shoulder and hold on.

Kate: Kyaah!?

When he saw my swollen foot, he lightly lifted me into his arms without hesitation.

Kate: I-I’m fine! I can walk!

Ellis: We need to check it properly. Roger’s not at the castle tonight, so I’ll take a look at it.

He ran to the basement, ignoring my resistance.

(He’s used to it.)

He deftly bandaged my sprained ankle.

I was a little embarrassed when he exposed my bare feet, but he was very serious and did only what was necessary to patch me up.

Ellis: How did you get hurt?

Kate: I was spacing out, thinking, when I accidentally twisted myself avoiding the carriage.

Ellis: Carriage, huh? What are you thinking about?

(I don't know if I should tell him, but maybe he can give me some advice.)

Kate: Victor told me that my first job is to spend a day tomorrow with someone from the Crown as a lover.

Kate: With my foot like this, I think it'd be best if I don't move around too much so that I don't cause any trouble.

Kate: Ellis, do you know someone who might agree?

He finished fastening the end of the bandage and stared at me, then spoke up.

Ellis: I'd like to do that.

Kate: Huh?

Ellis: I'd like to act as your lover.

(He would?)

Kate: W-Why?

Ellis: Because I want to make you happy while you're here.

He repeated the same words he had said to me that night we met.

(Why would he even want to do that to someone he'd never met before? Someone he was willing to kill?)

Ellis: I don't want you to look sad after tomorrow. No?

(I have to admit it feels kinda weird, but...)

I couldn't just ignore the carefully wrapped bandage and the worried look in his eyes.

Kate: O-Okay.

Ellis: Yay.

He laughed happily and lifted me again.

Kate: I’m fine now that you patched me up!

Ellis: Nope. I already know that you’re the kind of person who cares about other people’s problems even when you’re hurt.

Ellis: I don’t believe you’re okay, so let me walk you to your room.

Kate: That’s too much.

I tried to protest, but Ellis had no intention of letting me down, so I was forced to stay in his arms.

Ellis: For tomorrow’s plans, can you tell me what makes you happy?

Kate: Um, eating good food?

Ellis: Hmm. So, let’s buy some good food and have a picnic.

Ellis: I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. I look forward to having you as my lover.

Kate: Sure. Likewise.

(I feel like my crazy first job just went by so fast.)

(It’s going too well. I should be more careful with him, but...)

I stared at the carefully wrapped bandages and knew that he treated them with care.

(I have a feeling I’ll be fine with him.)

Ellis: Morning, Kate.

Kate: Good morning. What’s that?

The next morning, he picked me up in my room as promised, carrying what looked like a wheelchair.

Ellis: It’s a wheelchair. It’s not easy to get it, so I made one.

Kate: You made it...? Wait, why?

Ellis: I don’t want to strain my lover’s body.

(Lover?)

Kate: Don’t tell me it’s for my sake!?

Ellis: Yeah. Hey, try sitting down.

I sat down fearfully as he urged me and found the chair was so comfortable.

When he pushed from behind, the wheels turned smoothly, and the chair moved forward.

Kate: This is so cool. You know all this useful stuff, and you can make it.

Ellis: I used to look it up and just remembered it.

Kate: Thank you. I’m happy, but you’re exaggerating. I didn’t break any bones. I can walk.

I lifted my hips to get off, but一

Ellis: I don’t want you to get worse and not be able to walk, so no.

Kate: !?

He suddenly hugged me tightly from behind the chair.

Ellis: I’ll take you wherever you want and lift you by the chair if there are stairs.

Ellis: So all you have to do today is sit here.

I couldn’t stand up or even move as he held me in his arms and whispered, confused by his gentleness.

(But maybe this is how he treats his “lover.”)

(Is it weird to ask him to stop when he’s helping me to spend time as a lover?)

Kate: Okay, thanks.

Ellis: Yeah. Since this is my first date with you, I’ll do my best to make it the happiest day of our lives.

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. . . . . 기억의 심포니 ★ a n a m n e s e s s y m p h o n y

! pairing. lee heeseung x reader

! synopsis . you had ruined something….beautiful. now you finally see that maybe just maybe things didn’t have to be the way they were.

! warning. lots of crying from y/n! yay!

! w/c. 6.1k

The air was crisp, filled with the smell of pajeon. Smiling in your sleep, you wrapped yourself tighter in the cozy blankets, savoring the warmth they provided on this chilly morning. The sound of sizzling batter and the tantalizing aroma of the pajeon drifted through the air, captivating your senses and tempting you to wake up fully.

As you slowly opened your eyes, the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. The smell of pajeon wafted through the air as the door to the bedroom opened. Turning towards the door, you saw Heeseung entering the room, carrying a tray of freshly made pajeon. His eyes met yours, and a tender smile graced his lips. The sight of him, the tray in his hands, and the enticing aroma of the savory pancakes combined into a heartwarming tableau.

You stirring awake. "Good morning," he greeted softly, his voice a gentle melody that resonated in your heart. He carefully placed the tray on the bedside table, ensuring not a single piece of the delicious pajeon spilled. The sizzling sound subsided, but the warmth of the freshly made pancakes still lingered in the air, creating an atmosphere of comfort and contentment.

You couldn't help but smile back at Heeseung, appreciating the thoughtful gesture. "Morning," you replied, your voice still a bit drowsy but filled with affection. "You made pajeon for breakfast? You really spoil me."

Heeseung chuckled softly, moving closer to the bed and sitting down beside you. "Well, you deserve to be spoiled," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with a tender touch. "Especially on a chilly morning like this. I thought some warm pajeon would be perfect to start the day."

The enticing aroma was now irresistible, and you felt your stomach growl in response. "It smells amazing," you said, leaning in to give Heeseung a gentle kiss on his lips. Heeseung returned the kiss with equal tenderness, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

The warmth of his touch and the aroma of the pajeon created an intoxicating mix of sensations, making you feel even more awake and alive. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with a loving intensity.

"I'm glad you like it," he whispered, his voice filled with affection. "I wanted to make this morning special for us." Your heart swelled as he kissed you again. As the kiss deepened, you felt a surge of warmth and love enveloping you. Heeseung's affectionate gestures created atmosphere of intimacy that was difficult to resist.

After the tender moment, Heeseung broke the kiss, his forehead resting gently against yours. "Wake up," he whispered, as you furrowed your eyebrows. "Wake up?" you repeated, slightly confused. Heeseung chuckled softly at your confusion. "Wake up, Y/N" he yelled this time. Jolting from your sleep, you found yourself back in reality, the cozy bedroom and the smell of pajeon fading away. Confusion washed over you as you tried to make sense of what just happened. You were no longer wrapped in warm blankets, and there was no sign of Heeseung or the tray of freshly made pajeon.

Looking around the room in a daze, you sat up hugging your legs to your chest. Why were you dreaming about him? You hadn't talked or even seen him in a while. How long had it been? How many months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds had it been since you last saw him. Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you checked the time. 6:45 AM. The remnants of the dream no memory plagued your mind. Why now were you dreaming of him?

With a sigh, you fell back into bed. A knock and the creak of your door made you sigh and sit up. Your roommate stood at the door, holding a bowl of cereal. She had a puzzled look on her face as she glanced at you. “Did I wake you?” She asked placing the bowl on your nightstand. You blinked still trying to shake off the remnants of the memory. "You didn't wake me up, don't worry.” She shrugged taking a seat at the edge of your bed. “Sorry that's the only thing we had in the pantry but hey it's your favorite kind.”

Shaking your head with a smile you grabbed the bowl eating a spoonful of sugary goodness. You appreciated your roommate's thoughtfulness. Of course, she had always been thoughtful when she wanted to be of course. "Thanks for the cereal," you said, smiling gratefully at her. "Did you sleep well?"

She nodded, her expression turning slightly concerned. "Yeah, I did. But are you okay? You seemed a bit lost in thought just now."

You debated whether or not to share the dream with her. After a moment's hesitation, you decided to open up. "It's just that I had a really vivid dream earlier. It felt so real, like I was back in that moment with him. You know, the one I told you about a while ago?" She nodded a smile making its way upon her lips one you knew all too well. “You mean your ex-rockstar boyfriend?” You could only shake your head at her and the stupid smile on her face.

“Yes, that one. But those dreams or should I say memories, make me feel as though it just happened, yesterday. We've been broken up for months. Maybe I miss him?” Your roommate couldn't help but gush. "Maybe this is where you finally realize that you want to get back together with him?"

You chuckled at your roommate's enthusiastic response. "I don't know about that," you replied, trying to downplay her excitement. "It's just a dream, after all. Dreams can be strange sometimes, bringing up old memories and feelings."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by your attempt to dismiss the dream. "Come on, Y/N. You don't just dream about someone like that for no reason. Maybe it's your subconscious trying to tell you something." Shaking your head you were a little hesitant to even think about getting back or even talking to him. Though you knew some part of you wanted to know if what she had said was true.

But even if it was true how could you tell him about these so called feelings? You hadn't had contact with him in almost a year. He could be anywhere in the world, touring, traveling, do anything he wanted too.

You leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling as you contemplated your roommate's words. "Even if what you said was true. I don't even know where he is now," you said softly, more to yourself than to her. "He's probably moved on, living his life, and here I am, stuck with these dreams and memories."

Your roommate scoffed, "I don't believe for a second that you actually deleted his number." You shrugged giving her your phone to search for his contact. With a playful smirk, your roommate took your phone and started searching through your contacts. "Let's see if my theory is right," she said, her fingers tapping on the screen.

Minutes had passed as she continued to search through your contact. A smile made its way upon her lips as she found what she was looking for. “Aha! Here it is! I knew it.” She exclaimed triumphantly as she held up your phone his contact on the screen. You rolled your eyes taking the phone from her hands before calling the number only for it to say that the number is no longer in use.

Watching her smile fade, you sighed and confirmed what you had suspected all along. "See? He's not even reachable anymore," you said, handing back the phone. "He probably changed his number or something. It's for the best.” Unconvinced by your reasoning she shook her head grabbing her phone. Watching her with curiosity you wondered what she could possibly be doing.

“What’s his @?” She questioned holding up her phone with the Instagram app pulled up. Taking her phone you shook your head. “No. We are not going to stalk his page just because I had a dream or memory about him. We are not. Enough of this conversation. I have to get ready for class.”

Your roommate pouted, but she knew she had to respect your wishes. “Alright, alright. I won't stalk his page,” She said surrendering with a playful sigh before falling back against your bed. “But if I am right about your dream or memory. You owe me a month’s worth of ramen.”

You chuckled at your roommate's playful demand. "Deal," you said, knowing that she was just having some fun with you. "But let's drop this topic for now, okay? I need to focus on getting ready for class."

Your roommate nodded, giving you a mock salute. "Understood, Captain. No more talk about dreamy ex-boyfriends for now." She grinned, and you couldn't help but smile back. Leaving you to get ready, your roommate left your room. Sitting on your bed with a huff you couldn’t help but stare at your phone. ‘He moved on. So should you.” Your mind repeated, trying to convince yourself to stop thinking about him. You broke up for a reason so act like it.

Grabbing your phone you finally did what you failed to do all those months ago. As you pressed the delete button, erasing your ex-boyfriend's contact from your phone, a mix of emotions washed over you. Relief, sadness, and most of all regret. Not wanting to dwell on your emotions for much longer you got up and got ready for the day.

Classes were like a welcome distraction for you throughout the day. Much of your mind was focused on class and the upcoming assignments you would have to complete before next week came around. And to your surprise you hadn’t thought about him once. As the day was coming to an end, you finally managed to make it back to your apartment. Your roommate lay on the couch, immersed in her phone, not once looking up when she heard the door open.

You dropped your bag on the floor and flopped down on the couch next to your roommate, feeling a mix of exhaustion and relief after a long day of classes. Shifting you came to lay your head in her lap which finally got her attention. Looking down at you she smiled. One that you knew all too well. Sitting up pointing your finger at her accusingly you spoke, “What did you do?!” She immediately clutched her hand to her heart in fake innocence.

“Little o me? I didn’t do anything.” You narrowed your eyes at your roommate, not buying her innocent act for a second. Pinching her she yelped rubbing her arm. "Okay! Okay! I might have looked at his recent tour dates. And I might have gotten us tickets to attend his concert. That’s coming up soon.” Your eyes widened as you stood up from the couch running your hands through your short curls. Taking a deep breathe you tried your best not to scream at your roommate.

Looking at her in disbelief and and frustration you spoke through gritted teeth, “I literally begged you to drop the subject. And you go and order tickets to his concert? That’s the one thing I didn’t want you to do and you did it anyway. Great.” Plopping back down on the couch, you let out a long sigh and looked at your roommate. “Now what are we supposed to do?”

Your roommate grabbed you by the shoulders looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry but think about it. This may give you the closure that you need. Once you see him who knows your feelings may just disappear or worse come back. But this is what you need so if anything, I’m not sorry for getting those tickets. But hey, at least there’s another month until then so those dreams or memories of yours may go away by then.”

You couldn't help but let out a defeated chuckle at your roommate's persistence. "You really don't give up, do you?" you said, shaking your head with a small smile. "Alright, fine. I'll go to the concert with you. But I'm doing this just to get closure, okay? Not because I want to rekindle anything with him."

Your roommate grinned triumphantly, giving you a quick hug. "That's all I wanted to hear," she said, clearly pleased with her successful persuasion. "And who knows, maybe it'll be a fun night out for us both."

You could only hope it turned out that way. Standing from the couch, you sighed. “Alright enough of that. What are we eating for dinner?” As the evening progressed, you and your roommate decided to cook some creamy tomato pasta for dinner. The comforting aroma of the simmering sauce filled the kitchen, momentarily distracting you from the events of the day.

As you both sat down to eat, your roommate couldn't help but bring up the concert again. "I promise you, it'll be a great experience," she said, trying to reassure you. "Just think of it as closure, as a way to put those lingering thoughts to rest."

You nodded, trying to push away any anxious thoughts about the upcoming concert. "You're right. It's just a concert, and I can handle it. Besides, it'll be nice to spend some time out and enjoy the music."

Throughout dinner, your roommate talked excitedly about the concert, the setlist, and how much fun it would be. You appreciated her enthusiasm, even though you were trying to remain calm and collected about the whole situation.

After dinner, you two decided to call it a night. Laying in bed, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were making the right choice. Because what if seeing him brought back the memories you were trying to not remember. Sighing you lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost your thoughts. The uncertainty of the upcoming concert was gnawing at you and the memories of your ex-boyfriend seemed to be even more intense. You tried to convince yourself that attending the concert was just a way to get closure and move on, but deep down, you knew it might not be that simple.

As you lay there, your mind wandered back to the time you spent with him. The late-night conversations, the laughter, the shared dreams, and the heart-to-heart moments. But you also couldn't forget the reasons why you two had broken up. The feeling of your own dreams not being fulfilled, becoming a burden for both you and him. Being nothing but a girlfriend who didn’t have a life of her own and who followed her boyfriend around like a lost puppy.

But then, again, was there a need to break up. Part of you always wondered if you could’ve still been with him and still would’ve been able to pursue your own path. Was there a need to break up or were you just scared? Wrapping your arms around you, the tears had started to fall. You ruined something that was beautiful and meaningful. The tears streamed down your cheeks as you realized the weight of your emotions. Perhaps you hadn't fully processed the breakup, and the dreams were a manifestation of unresolved feelings.

In the stillness of the night, your roommate entered the room, sensing your distress. She sat down beside you, offering a comforting presence. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked softly, placing a hand on your back.

You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. “I ruined it.” Your roommate grew confused at your words. What were you talking about? You wiped away the tears, trying to compose yourself as you explained further. "I ruined our relationship," you said, your voice cracking with emotion. "I ruined our relationship. I was so stupid to have wanted to have my own path that I didn’t think that I could still be with him and pursue the life I wanted. So I broke up with him for no reason and now I feel so stupid.”

Your roommate sat there not knowing what to say. Her expression softened with empathy. She could see the pain and regret in your eyes, and she knew that your emotions were running deep. She gently placed her arm around your shoulder, offering a comforting gesture. “As much as I want to understand I can’t. I don’t understand how you’re feeling and I probably will never know but I want you to know relationships work both ways.”

As you took a shaky breath, your roommate continued, "It's easy to be hard on yourself in hindsight, but remember that you made decisions based on what you felt was right at that time. Relationships are complicated, and it's normal to have doubts and fears. It's okay to want to pursue your own path and have your own dreams. You shouldn't feel guilty for that."

Her words offered some comfort, but the weight of your emotions still lingered. "I know, but what if I made the wrong choice?" you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "What if I threw away something beautiful because I was too scared to face the challenges together?"

Your roommate gently squeezed your shoulder, offering reassurance. "Regrets are a natural part of life, but dwelling on them won't change the past," she said softly. "You made a decision based on what you felt was best for you at that time. Maybe it wasn't the right choice for the relationship, but it was what you needed in that moment. Remember, you can't change the past, but you can learn from it and grow."

You let out small laugh, “What if I don’t wanna learn from it? What if….I just want him?” As you voiced your deepest emotions, your roommate's expression softened even more, and she wrapped her arms around you in a comforting embrace. "It's okay to feel that way," she said gently. "Wanting him, even after all this time, doesn't make you weak or wrong. It just means that he held a special place in your heart, and it's normal to miss someone who meant so much to you."

Quietness settled in the room, your eyes fluttered close as sleep overtook you. You blinked letting the cool air hit you as you sat up. Arms had come to rest on your waist. “Hold still.” You remarked lightly brushing a piece of hair away from his face. Applying the last coat of polish to his nails as you finished painting his nails, he looked up at you with a playful smile. "You're really good at this, you know?" he said, admiring the color you had chosen for him.

You chuckled, setting the nail polish aside. "Well, it's not every day I get to play manicurist for a rockstar," you replied, teasing him. "But I'm glad you like it."

He brought your hand to his lips, planting a soft kiss on your knuckles. "I like everything you do," he said, his eyes filled with affection. "You make everything better."

Chuckling softly you wrapped your arms around his neck, “So does that mean I can paint them more often?” As you laughed, he playfully squirmed, pretending to be shocked. "Are you trying to turn me into a nail polish addict?" he teased, grinning mischievously. "I think once in a while is more than enough, don't you think?"

You playfully rolled your eyes, "Well, I thought you looked great with those nails," you said, enjoying the playful banter between you two. "But you're right, we don't want you becoming a nail polish connoisseur."

He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I'll leave the nail polish expertise to you," he said, his tone softening. "You have a special touch that brings out the best in everything."

Your heart swelled with affection, and you couldn't help but lean in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. The room was filled with warmth and love as you both embraced each other. These were the moments you cherished, the ones that made you feel like you were on top of the world.

Eventually, the dream shifted, bringing you to a different moment in your past. It was a rainy afternoon, and you and Heeseung were huddled together under an umbrella, laughing and splashing puddles as you walked through the wet streets. You both ended up seeking shelter in a nearby cafe, where you spent hours chatting and enjoying each other's company.

The dream continued, taking you through various memories you had shared with him. Each one was a beautiful snapshot of the time you spent together, reminding you of the deep connection you once had. As the dream went on, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of happiness and sorrow. Happy to have experienced such wonderful moments with him but sad to have let them slip away.

The following morning, you woke up with a sense of emotional exhaustion, feeling like you had lived through a lifetime of memories in just one night. The dream had stirred up so many emotions, leaving you with a lingering sense of longing and regret.

As the days passed, the upcoming concert loomed over you like a mix of excitement and trepidation. The dreams continued occasionally, not as vivid as the first, but still bringing back memories and emotions you had buried deep within.

You tried your best to not let the dreams or memories get to you instead letting yourself get sucked into the busy schedule of university and classes. Your roommate didn't utter a word about the concert since that night you had expressed how you were feeling. But you knew some part of her was still excited to go to the concert. And you hated to admit it, but some part of you was excited to go as well, even if you were going to see him.

As the day of the concert drew near, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of nerves and excitement. You had managed to keep your emotions in check and maintain a sense of detachment from the memories and dreams you were having over the last few weeks. But you couldn't shake off the feeling that seeing him in person would bring back all those emotions you had tried endlessly over the last few weeks to push down and forget.

On the day of the concert, your roommate was buzzing with excitement, eagerly getting ready for the event. As much as she tried to involve you in the preparations, you seemed to be distracted. Throwing a pillow your way, she called out, "Hey, snap out of it! Today's the day! We're going to have a great time!"

You mustered a small smile, trying to match her enthusiasm. "You're right, today's the day," you replied, nodding. "Let's make the most of it and enjoy the concert."

Your roommate beamed at your response, knowing that you were doing your best to stay positive. "That's the spirit!" she exclaimed, throwing on her favorite outfit and adding some accessories. "Now, let's get you looking fabulous too!"

You allowed yourself to get caught up in her excitement, and together, you picked out a stylish yet comfortable outfit for the concert. As you got ready, your nerves started to build up, and you tried to push away any thoughts of the dreams and memories that had been haunting you. You didn't want to overthink things, especially when it was just supposed to be a fun night out with your roommate.

The time finally came to head to the concert venue. You and your roommate were filled with anticipation as you made your way through the bustling crowd of excited fans. The atmosphere was electric, and you couldn't help but get caught up in the energy surrounding you. Everything reminded you of the times you spent at concerts with him, the exhilaration and joy of being in the midst of the crowd, sharing the love for music.

As you entered the venue, the stage lights illuminated the massive crowd, and the anticipation built even further. Your heart raced, not just from the excitement of the concert but also from the nerves of seeing him again after so long.

Finding your seats, your roommate couldn't contain her excitement as she chatted with the people around you. You, on the other hand, tried to focus on the performance, immersing yourself in the music to distract yourself from any intrusive thoughts.

As the concert began, the energy from the crowd was contagious. The music filled the air, and the performer on stage gave an electrifying performance, captivating everyone in the audience. Your roommate was dancing and singing along, completely immersed in the experience.

You, too, found yourself getting lost in the music, allowing the beats and melodies to wash over you. In those moments, you felt a temporary escape from the thoughts and emotions that had been swirling within you. The concert was indeed a fantastic experience, and you were grateful to your roommate for convincing you to come.

But even amidst the excitement, there was still a sense of trepidation. The knowledge that he was the one performing on that stage was ever-present in your mind. As the setlist progressed, you found yourself subconsciously searching for glimpses of him, wondering how he looked and how he had changed over the months you had been apart.

Then, finally, the moment came. Heeseung stepped onto the stage, and the crowd erupted with cheers and applause. He looked confident and radiant, and the sight of him brought back a flood of memories and emotions. You felt a pang in your heart, and for a moment, it was as if time had stood still.

His voice filled the venue, and you couldn't help but be mesmerized by his talent. He sang with passion and emotion, and the lyrics seemed to resonate with you on a personal level. You felt a mix of joy and sorrow, realizing that the emotions you had tried so hard to suppress were still very much alive within you.

As the concert was slowly coming to an end, the songs had become slower which accentuated the emotional atmosphere. You found yourself getting lost in the music and the memories it brought back. It was like a bittersweet trip down memory lane, revisiting the moments you had shared with him, both the happy and the difficult ones.

With each note he sang, the emotions swirled inside you, making it hard to maintain your composure. The crowd's cheers and the music surrounded you, but it felt as if you were in a world of your own, just you and the memories that resurfaced.

As the final song approached, he addressed the audience, his voice filled with gratitude and sincerity. "Thank you all for being here tonight," he said, looking out at the sea of faces. "I never take this support for granted, and it means the world to me."

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and you couldn't help but join in, knowing how much his music meant to his fans and the impact he had on people's lives. "This next song I will admit, is for someone i hadn't thought I would see again. Maybe some part of me wishes I had expressed everything I wanted to say before you left my life. Before the end. Maybe I should've manned up and asked you to finally be mine forever. Now I can only hope that wherever you are in this crowd of thousands, that this song is for you, and that I miss you and I love you."

Looking at your roommate with widened eyes, you finally saw the small smile upon her lips. ""Surprise, y/n. I know i shouldn't have but I had too. Just listen to the song. I promise, you'll thank me later." Looking back at the stage your heart was racing as the music started, and his voice filled the air. The lyrics were heartfelt, filled with raw emotion, and you couldn't help but feel a lump forming in your throat. It was a song that seemed to speak directly to you, addressing the thoughts and feelings you had been wrestling with for so long.

Tears welled up in your eyes, at a line of lyrics you hadn't expected to hear, " Maybe marriage would've been to soon but the ring I held in my pocket, the one I never got the chance to give you." Your heart ached as the weight of his words sank in, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—regret, longing, and love—all intertwined.

As the song reached its conclusion, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. Heeseung took a deep breath, his eyes searching the audience. Your heart pounded as you met his gaze, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world around you disappeared. There was a connection in that gaze, a recognition of the past shared between you two.

In that fleeting moment, it felt like time stood still. The emotions you had been trying to suppress over the past few weeks came rushing back with overwhelming force. The memories, the dreams, and the love you once shared with him all flooded back at once. You were taken aback by the intensity of it all, and it left you feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Heeseung held your gaze for a moment longer, his expression filled with a mixture of emotions as well. But before you could fully process what was happening, he turned away, thanking the audience once again and exiting the stage with his bandmates.

The concert ended, and the crowd slowly dispersed, but you remained seated for a while longer, trying to collect your thoughts. Your roommate sat beside you, her hand gently resting on your shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"You okay?" she asked softly, concern evident in her eyes. Turning towards her, you wrapped her in a tight hug. "Thank you." You whispered as she hugged you back just as tightly. Your roommate pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with understanding. "You're welcome and you can thank me by buying me a month's worth of ramen." Chuckling you wrapped your pinkie around hers. "Deal." Just as the two of you were about to leave, you heard your name being called. Turning around you were met with a familiar face jogging up to you, the drummer of the band or as you knew him as a friend.

"Y/N I'm glad I caught you before you left," he said, his voice warm and friendly. "I saw you in the audience, and I just wanted to say thank you for coming to the concert. But I hope you know that's not the reason I'm out here. He wants to see you." Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you exchanged a surprised glance with your roommate. "He wants to see me?" you repeated, your voice filled with a mix of hope and trepidation.

The drummer nodded with a small smile. "Yeah, he asked me to find you after the show. I think he was really surprised and happy to see you here."

Your roommate gave you an encouraging nudge. "Go on," she whispered. "This could be your chance to talk and get some closure."

Taking a deep breath, you nodded at the drummer. "Okay, lead the way," you said, trying to keep your nerves in check. You followed him backstage, the excitement and anxiety building with each step. Backstage was buzzing with activity, and you couldn't help but feel a little out of place among the crew and band members. The drummer led you to a small dressing room, and with a reassuring pat on the back, he left you to face whatever was waiting inside.

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Come in," a familiar voice called out. Stepping inside, you found yourself face to face with Heeseung. The air in the room seemed to crackle with tension as you both took each other in. He hadn't changed one bit which is something you were glad for. He still had that same spark in his eyes and that warm smile that had always made your heart skip a beat.

"I-i-"Your words got stuck in your throat as tears welled up in your eyes. Heeseung's expression softened, and he took a step closer to you. "Hey," he said gently, reaching out to wipe away a tear that had escaped from your eye. "I didn't mean to make you cry." Shaking your head you looked into his eyes, "i ruined our relationship. You should hate me. I ruined something beautiful because I was so dumb and I didn't think that I could have both a future for myself while still being able to be with you. So don't say you missed me or that you loved or still love me. I don't deserve it. I don't. I didn't deserve you."

Heeseung's expression softened even more, and he cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Y/N, you didn't ruin anything," he said earnestly. "We both made decisions based on what we thought was best at that time. I understand why you felt the need to pursue your dreams and have your own path. And I want you to know that I don't hate you, and I never stopped loving you."

You couldn't help but let out a choked sob, feeling the weight of his words and the emotions they carried. "But I hurt you," you said, your voice trembling. "I broke your heart, and I regret it so much."

Heeseung's thumb gently wiped away another tear, his eyes never leaving yours. "It hurt, yes," he admitted, his voice soft but resolute. "But I also understand that you needed to find yourself and your own path. We were young and still figuring things out. And maybe we needed that time apart to grow and learn. But that doesn't mean I stopped loving you or caring about you."

Hearing his words you couldn't help but ask, “Did you mean what you said in those lyrics? A-about the ring?”

Heeseung's expression softened, and he let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I did," he replied, his voice tinged with a mix of sincerity and vulnerability. "I had thought about proposing to you at one point, but life got in the way, and we both needed time to figure things out. I held onto that ring for a while, hoping that maybe someday the time would be right, but I eventually realized that maybe it just wasn't meant to be then."

You looked into his eyes, feeling a mix of emotions. "I never knew," you whispered, feeling a sense of regret and wonder at the same time. "I wish I had known how you felt."

Heeseung gently brushed his thumb against your cheek, his gaze never leaving yours. "Maybe we were both too scared to communicate our true feelings back then," he said softly. "But seeing you tonight and singing that song, it made me realize that I still care about you deeply. And I want to know if there's a chance for us to try again."

Your heart was racing, and you could hardly believe what you were hearing. "You want to try again?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Heeseung nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I do," he said, his eyes filled with hope. "I know it won't be easy, and we both have our own paths to follow. But I believe that we can find a way to make it work this time, to support each other's dreams while still being together."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you took a moment to process his words. It felt like a dream, and you were afraid of allowing yourself to hope for something that had once felt lost. "I still love you too," you admitted, your voice shaking with emotion. "But I'm scared. I don't want to make the same mistakes again."

Heeseung gently pulled you into a warm embrace, holding you close. "We'll take it one step at a time," he said softly. "We'll communicate, be honest with each other, and support each other. I don't want to rush anything, but I want to give us a chance to see if we can make it work this time."

In his arms, you felt a sense of comfort and familiarity that you had missed so much. You knew that there were still challenges ahead, and it wouldn't be easy, but you were willing to try, to see if you could build something beautiful again.

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maybe childhood friends with Adam and Jonah? where Jonah and the reader get to mess around with Adam!

Childhood Friends w/ Adam Murray and Jonah Marshall

Summary: Literally the title

Pairing[s]: Adam Murray × Reader × Jonah Marshall, Platonic.

Warning[s]: suicide (From Lynn Murray) and mentions of kids kidnapping.

Word Count: 827

A/N: Finally stoping being a tramp and working on the previous requests (:<

How you guys meet up?—

It's very likely that you guys got to know each other pretty early on, because I feel like Lynn would be the type of mom who likes to have a group of first-time moms where everyone helps each other out, you know? And because of that, you literally met each other at birth.

With all this news of mass child abductions, your mother ended up making the decision to throw away her TV as she didn't want to wait to find out what'd happened to you. It would have been nice if Miss Lynn had done what you mother also did earlier.

One afternoon, you mother wanted to stop by her friend's house just to deliver some things that she had promised to return, but when she entered the house, she ended up encounting with a woman hanging over the ceiling and the TV on, but only the rustle was heard. Your mother knew exactly what this scenario was about.

"Oh no... It happened." —said your mother with her eyes still focused on the dead body of her, now, ex-friend. Upon searching the room a little further, your mother ends up finding a small baby lying in the corner of the TV, sobbing and choking on his own tears. The woman picks up poor baby Adam and tries to calm him down before calling the police.

In short: the cops couldn't do much since the boy's own father was reported missing a while back and so the little boy had to be given up for adoption. Your mother ended up not liking the idea so she tried to go to court to get legal custody of little Adam. She did it :)

So...yeah... You and Adam are practically siblings now...yay!! :D

Now about Jonah, there's a large percentage that you and Adam met him together at school and became friends at the same time making the three of you a well known trio around school. Rumors are going around that the three of you were never seen apart, and those who see the trio separated would be unlucky for the rest of the week 😰

Just kidding! Hehe...or maybe not— 🤨

Your relationship with them two—

Your relationship with these two would be chaotic as the three of you are literally the troublemakers and like to pester everywhere you guys can step. Mainly you and Jonah, Adam even participates in these things but mostly he just stays with you just to follow and making sure you guys are still alive.

Now about your relationship with each one, let's start with our dear Adam!

100% sure you would have that classic relationship of siblings who are always fighting over everything but in front of mom they are the greatest angels that the earth has ever had. And if they are not fighting, manipulation is also valid.

"Adam."

"hm?"

"Remember when mom adopt you and now you're my favorite brother?"

"hm"

"...go take me a cup of glass—"

"fuck you."

What a lovely siblings relationship 🥰

Despite lots of name-calling, death threats, punches and all that's good... you two love each other very much and would never let anything bad happen to either of you :)

Now a little bit about our other sweet boy, Jonah!

Jonah would be another brotherly figure for you and Adam, Jonah ended up being such a close friend to the point that he could always arrange sleepovers, that was when you were kids but who says you can't do that in your adulthood?

"Guys, guys, guy—"

"TALK ALREADY!"

"I saw that my neighbor has candy but I need some distractions so I can take them..."

"..."

"Yes, we are totally in."

"Yes!"

Not a day is boring when Jonah is around you as he always makes a mess to get you all involved. There are times when you all participate but most of the time the biggest troublemakers are you and Jonah.

You two practically have clown-to-clown telepathy if you haven't figured it out yet.

Growing up together—

You end up not changing as much from what you were before, but one of you ended up changing drastically that you and Jonah would even think was cool, which was Adam. Adam was now a type of person who was always looking for something to risk and live an adventure. You and Jonah don't know where all that adventurous drive came from, but it's not like you're complaining, is it?

It didn't take long for Adam to find the perfect club for the three of you which would be the Bythorne Paranormal Club (which would later be changed by Adam himself to the Bythorne Paranormal Society).

In this club you end up meeting a new member for the group who would be Sarah Heathcliff!

"You guys are now a quartet! Nobody can stop you now!" — you thought with a big smile, little did you know that after participating in this society to hunt possible paranormal cases, everyone's lives would turn upside down.

#the mandela catalogue #tmc #mandela catalogue #platonic #the mandela catalogue x reader #mandela catalogue mark heathcliff #adam murray x reader #jonah marshall x reader #x reader platonic

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 24 (Crazy Love)

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Regardless of how much tears Liam shed, tomorrow would still come without change.

The performance period of “Hamlet” went on night after night, it was a hot topic in all of England.

And so, on the day after the final performance — it was exactly one month since I joined Crown.

The end of my job as a “fairytale writer”.

…

The clattering of the keys on my typewriter resonated through my room.

My report was a story of my love and sorrows during the time spent together with Liam.

All the memories were still vivid in my mind, and yet so incredibly endearing.

(... This should be fine. Let’s deliver this report to Victor in the palace.)

…

The palace’s Grim Reaper softened his gemstone-like eyes when he saw me.

Victor: You’re here to submit your report, Miss Kate?

Kate: Yes. This is the report I wrote about my observations of Liam Evans during my time as a fairytale writer.

Kate: However, this report has yet to be concluded.

Victor: … What do you mean?

Kate: Would it be possible for you to allow me to continue working as a fairytale writer?

Victor: Is it because of that boy (Liam)?

Kate: W-When we first met, one of the conditions I had for you was that I’d be allowed to return to my original life.

(That’s why I became a fairytale writer for a month.)

Kate: My current request contradicts the one I made back then, and besides, love is one of the reasons—

Victor: Kate. Love or not, everyone is free to care for one another and I think that's really powerful.

Kate: Victor…

Victor: I’ve concluded that Crown and the cursed people need you.

Victor: And so, I… as well as Her Majesty, would like to make a proposal. Will you stay and continue being our fairytale writer?

(...!)

Kate: Y-Yes, I’d love to. Thank you so much!

Victor: I should be thanking you instead.

Victor: … Well then, let's do this once again. Welcome to “Crown”, the villains' lair.

Victor: Alrighty! That’s enough with the serious talk.

Victor: Goodness, the serious look on your face rubbed off on me.

Kate: S-Sorry…

Victor: Specially for our serious yet lovely Kate, we are having a dinner party tonight!

Victor: Come on, clap. *seal clapping* YAY!

I clapped as told, and cocked my head in puzzlement.

Kate: A… dinner party?

Victor: YES! Think of it as a “please continue to look out for Crown, Kate” dinner party!

Kate: Fufufu, I see. Thank you.

(Hm? Hold on.)

(Does this mean Victor expected that I would stay?)

— As expected of the palace’s Grim Reaper. His abilities shouldn't be underestimated.

Victor: All the members of Crown know about the dinner party, have fun!

Victor: Well then, we must get you ready for the party. — Come on, all of you. Come in.

With a snap of Victor’s fingers, servants came pouring in through the door.

They were carrying loads of dresses, shoes, and jewellery.

Kate: Victor!

Victor: I’ve always wanted to give you a dress, so I bought you everything in a corner of Harrods.

Victor: Ahh, of course, this was all bought using a little pocket money I earned outside my official court duties. You can be rest assured about that.

(... I don’t even know where to start.)

Victor: Alright, Miss Kate. Which dress would you like to wear tonight?

All of the colourful dresses looked amazing to me, however—

(Liam will definitely like whichever dress I choose myself.)

Kate: I’ll choose this dress, then. It's simple, yet beautiful.

Victor: … Ahh, I was also thinking that this dress especially suits you.

The moment I chose a dress, two servants escorted me out of the room; one on either side of me.

Kate: Whoa…!

Victor: Off you go now. See you at tonight’s dinner, Kate.

Victor’s lips formed into a sneaky smile as Kate’s figure disappeared.

Victor: I’m sorry for lying to you, Kate. How very evil of me.

Victor: But that's what makes me a worthy member of Crown. … Ahaha.

…

While Kate was becoming Victor’s plaything, Liam and Harrison were at the train station.

Harrison: — Mission complete.

Liam: …

Harrison: … Hey.

Liam: …

Harrison: Hey, Liam.

Liam: Whoa! Sorry, Harry! I was spacing out while we’re on a mission.

Harrison: It’s fine, we already got the evidence we need about the illegal trades. … You were spacing out because of Kate, weren’t you?

Liam: How did you know?

Harrison: Your face is like an open book, it’d be concerning if I couldn't figure it out.

Harrison: *sigh* Just say it. I’ll listen to you for 5 minutes because that depressed look on your face is annoying.

Liam: … Today is Kate’s last day as a fairytale writer.

Harrison: Ah, yeah. I heard from her that she’s leaving the castle tonight.

Liam: … What?

Liam: Kate is leaving tonight…?

Harrison: Yeah. Victor’s having a dinner party tonight to thank Kate for her efforts or something.

Liam: I- I didn’t know—

Harrison: He hid the truth from you because he didn't know how you would take it, or you might slip into depression.

Harrison: That’s why he told Kate to not tell you until the very last minute. I mean, that’s just my guess.

Liam: That’s not…

Harrison: …

Harrison: Look, Liam. Kate did great. She never once gave up on you, no matter what.

Harrison: She reached out her hand to you like a fool, smiling brightly next to you.

Harrison: But you shouldn't take for granted that she'll forever be with you, you know?

Liam: That’s not what I think at all…!

Harrison: If that's the case—

Harrison: Let me make this clear to you. If you want something, reach out for it yourself. You have the freedom to do so.

Liam: Then…

Liam: … What about Kate’s freedom and happiness?

Liam: Crown isn’t a group of heroes fighting for justice. Will she really be happy in this sort of environment…?

Liam: Besides, Kate used to work at the post office. I’m sure she has friends there.

Liam: Meanwhile, I have nothing. Kate and I are two worlds apart. A-And yet, if I tie her down because of my selfishness—

Harrison: … Hey.

Harrison: Why do you get to decide what’s freedom and happiness for Kate? That’s selfish.

Liam: … What.

Harrison: That girl is no weakling, nor is she an idiot.

Harrison: You should let her listen to your feelings and make the decision herself.

Harrison: You know her character better than anyone else. She’s the woman you’re in love with.

Liam: …

Liam: … Thanks. Thanks, Harry!

Liam: I- I have to get to Kate!

Harrison: Huh? Hey, Liam, wait—

With the agility of a cat, Liam pushed his way through the crowd of people boarding the steam train and ran off.

Harrison: No way, is he leaving me here even though we’re going back to the same place?

Harrison: …

Harrison: … Geez, I’m not used to being this meddlesome.

…

Tonight, the usually quiet Castle seemed more lively.

Kate: Wow…!

(There’s meat, fish, and desserts. What a lavish feast!)

(He even invited a live orchestra…)

While I was admiring the extravagant dishes on the dining table and enjoying the beautiful music in the background, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Ellis: Good evening, Kate. … You look especially beautiful tonight.

Elbert: … Al. Does Kate look beautiful tonight?

Alfons: You’re asking that at this time in front of the lady, very unromantic.

Alfons: I believe it's a tie this time.

Elbert: A tie. … That’s too difficult.

Jude: Why are the servants here? They must've mistaken this place for their living quarters.

Kate: I asked Victor to invite all the members of Crown here tonight. Should I not have done that…?

Jude: Are you going to chase them away if I say no? Do whatever you want.

Kate: Okay! Thanks, Jude.

Jude: … Tch, you’re so noisy.

Roger: Haha. You’ve gotten used to dealing with Jude, little lady. Good job.

It now felt rather comforting to see the uniqueness of everyone at Crown.

One month ago, I never would've dared to imagined that such a day would come.

Ellis: Hm?

Ellis: Victor is performing magic tricks by himself, and where are Harrison and Liam…?

William: They went to complete a mission. They should be returning soon.

(... Right.)

(I made the decision of staying and continuing my work as a fairytale writer, without discussing it with Liam.)

(What will Liam think when he hears about my decision? Will he be happy? Or…)

What Liam and I had between us wasn't as simple as like versus dislike.

No matter what Liam felt about me, he would hesitate to reach out for me.

All his life, Liam had been stripped of the right to have a purpose. He was trampled on and had no freedom to be himself.

I knew that Liam would have difficulty reaching for what he truly wanted.

(I don’t want a lot.)

(All I want is to stay by Liam's side, that alone is enough to make me happy.)

My feelings were most definitely not a lie, but there was a certain burning desire in my heart that I couldn't get over.

(I’m fine if it’ll only happen “someday”. It doesn't matter when that “someday” will be.)

(It’d make me so happy if someday, Liam would want me…)

I wanted him to touch my hair, body, and heart as he wished. I wanted him to take all of me.

(I’m being so selfish.)

(Before meeting Liam, I never knew I had this side of me.)

— But there was no going back to how things were before I met Liam.

(I want to see him as soon as possible.)

Elbert: … The song changed.

Roger: It’s time to dance — come, little lady. It’d be a big waste for you to be a wallflower.

Roger: You’ll be my dance partner. … What do you say?

Roger pulled me closer by the waist, taking me by surprise.

(R-Roger?)

And in that instant, someone brushed Roger’s hand off me.

Liam: … *pant*... *pant*...

Liam: … *pant*... Roger, you tried to touch Kate because you heard me coming, didn't you?

Roger: Heh.

Roger: Catch you later, little lady. I feel like getting a beer. Join me, Jude.

Jude: Hah? Why me? Go drink alone if you want, quack.

I knew from the sweet smell of vanilla that it was Liam standing there, panting next to my shoulder.

Our eyes met, and Liam got down on his knees in a captivatingly beautiful way.

Liam: Kate. I’m really, really, sorry for being late.

He held out the bouquet of pink modern roses he hid behind his back.

When I received it, a fresh and sweet scent tickled my nostrils.

Kate: This is…

Liam: All this time, I’ve been thinking a lot about things like your happiness and freedom.

Liam: But the more I thought about it… I realised that, to you, I’ll only be a shadow at your feet.

Kate: L… Liam…

Liam: Shadows never disappear. That’s why, I wanted to just tell you “bye bye, be well”.

(...)

Liam: That really was what I wanted to say. I told myself that I could do it, because acting is what I’m good at.

Liam: But… but…

Liam ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

Liam: But, I’m sorry… I can’t.

Thump. Thump. My heart started pounding loudly in my chest.

(I don’t expect much.)

(Although that was what I’ve been thinking…)

I held my breath and looked into his eyes, not wanting to wait even another second to hear him continue speaking.

Liam: Kate. Back then, I couldn’t take your hand.

– Flashback Start –

Liam: I couldn’t take your hand back then.

Liam: But…

Kate: You don’t have to force yourself to say something. When you’re ready, you can tell me.

Liam: … Tell you?

Kate: Yes. Things like… what’s on your mind, what’s making you happy, or what’s hurting you.

– Flashback End –

(Is he about to tell me what he couldn’t say that night?)

Liam: I couldn’t bring myself to reach for your hand that you so desperately held out to me.

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