#where I used to get them before was a cafe on campus that closed :(

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I havent had a smoked salmon bagel like this in ages. sometimes spending $12 CAD on it is worth it💗

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but on a wednesday in a cafe i watched it begin again - kim mingyu imagine

hiiiii - okay i'm so so so inlove with this one. may i say this is half inspired by real life scenarios haha anyways i hope you like it!

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10 years ago

"Kyeom, I'm gonna go. I have assignments to do"

"What noooo, the game's just about to start" he mutters, he even kick feet like a little kid

"Then stay, but I'm going" you didn't even give him a chance to say anything because you're already out the gym doors. Your bestfriend used to your attitude at this point, he lets you be.

You pull your bag on your shoulders as you walk towards the school gates, some students were also on their way out since classes are done. Just as you were about to exit, someone calls your name making you look back.

When you spot who was calling you, confusion took over your face. Wondering why Kim Mingyu is here running after you when he should be inside with the basketball team.

"Hey, glad I caught you" he smiles at you.

Kim Mingyu, the guy who's known across all campus. He's the star student, all the teachers like him, he's never missed a class, he's good at studying, never the troublemaker, has a big circle of friends and an even bigger number of admirers from all across the school.

"What's up, do you need something?" you nonchalantly replied but that didn't deter him one bit

"Yea uh actually I wanted to ask you out" he scratches the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes as he waits for your answer

"Me?"

"Yea, I like you"

"Oh uh thanks. But I'm not really looking for that type of thing right now"

You watch the smile fall from MIngyu's face before it comes back again, it doesn't quite reach his eyes though. You notice.

"Oh"

"Yeah, sorry but uhm goodluck on your game though. I'm gonna go now" you wave goodbye before going your way. Not once turning to look back where Mingyu was left standing.

The rest of your high school life flew by like that. You still mostly kept to yourself, a few close friends, never really wanting to have any eyes on you. Mingyu never contacted you after that. You two acted like strangers once again, his confession something only you and him know.

Present Day

"Did you get the invite?" Dokyeom asks the moments he enters your apartment. After all these years, he's still your bestfriends. Most of your 'friends' from high school you've already lost contact with, you realized you were only friends with them only because you saw them everyday. Not many of them really made the effort to keep in contact, you can't blame them though since you didn't either.

But that's life. People come and go.

"For?"

"Our high school reunion, please tell me you're going"

"I did get it, and no I'm not going"

"What? Why? It'll be fun" he still does this thing where he stomps his feet like a kid when you say no to him, annoying but he's your bestfriend so you learned to put up with it.

"I don't even talk to anyone from high school apart from you"

"I'll be there, you can talk to me" he weakly reasons out, trying to plead with you is like trying to move a cement brick wall. He knows it's a losing battle but he still tries anyways.

"You won't stop bugging me unless I go, won't you?"

"You know me too well"

"Fine, but I'm not staying long"

"3 hours tops"

"2, take it or leave it"

Leave it to Dokyeom to make sure you're actually coming because by 5pm the day of the reunion, he came to your apartment even though you're taking your own car since you don't plan on staying as long as him.

"Oh you actually got ready" he says when you open the door

"I don't want another long message from you, let's go before I change my mind"

The two of you drove separately to the venue, as an introvert you admit when you got there you already want to go home. You see the familiar faces, already dreading the amount of small talks you have to do for the rest of the night. Cursing Dokyeom in your mind.

Your bestfriend didn't even give you a chance to step back inside your car before he's pulling you inside, saying hello to everyone on your way in. He's always been the nicer one between the two of you.

The two of you grab some snacks and drinks before continuing on meddling with your former schoolmates. Your social battery draining drastically by the second when you hear Dokyeom almost scream from beside you,

"Kim Mingyu! Yo dude you made it"

You look over where Dokyeom went, watching him give a bro hug to the guy. There Kim Mingyu stands, still as handsome as ever. A lot of years passed by but he still looks the same, just even better now.

The years have indeed been kind to him.

With everything happening around you, you can't help but feel overwhelmed. A few moments away from sneaking out but Dokyeom catches you once again before you can even give it a try

"Y/N's here too, you remember Mingyu right?"

You wanted to step on your bestfriend's shoes to make him shut up but instead you just shoot him a tight lipped smile before turning to the taller guy,

"Hi"

"Hey, it's been a while. I haven't seen you since... graduation"

"Yea, you too"

End of conversation.

You're still the same, Mingyu thinks. You're still the same girl he liked back then, you're still just as hard to read, still answering with single sentences, still beautiful like the day you broke his heart.

He wonders how you've been since then. Are you dating anyone or are you still out there breaking other guys' heart with your cold demeanor. He's still friends with Dokyeom and last he heard you've been doing okay. No mention of a boyfriend.

You don't give him a chance to ask any question, you say something to Dokyeom before walking towards the door

"Is she alright?" he can't help but ask

"Oh yea, she's being her usual self. It's a miracle I even got her to go tonight so I won't even be surprised if she's about to sneak home now, I'll just call her later"

"You two still close?"

"She's my bestfriend, dude. Of course we are, we're like twins ya know. Anyways how's the cafe going"

Mingyu hangs out with Dokyeom for the rest of the night, they didn't really run out of things to catch up on. He can't help but wonder how two very different people manage to stay close friends. But then again it's Dokyeom, one of the nicest guy he knows. At the end of the day, he's glad you're friends with someone like him.

The next day Dokyeom calls you to bombard you with stories about the reunion that you missed when you came home, he goes on and on about catching up with Mingyu then some other people from your batch you don't even talk to anymore but you listen anyways.

After the phone call, you get ready to go to work. You go on with your routine and before you know it you're done with your 9-5. That goes on for the rest of the week.

Some people hate it but you liked having a routine, it drives you crazy when things don't go your way.

Like tonight, your workmates all but forced you to come with them for afterwork drinks. You wanted to decline but you already done so many times so they made sure you come with them this time.

"Okay okay so what if you're in a room full of all the people you ever liked, who would you go to?"

Everyone take turns to answer until all head turns to you, "Oh me?"

"Yea, come on spill the details girlie we won't tell" one of your workmate jokes, clearly drunk

You take a few more seconds to think before you say your answer

"I guess this guy I rejected in high school"

"What? Oh my gosh whoooo, tell us tell us what happened" they excitedly ask

"Oh no big deal, just a guy. He was nice, like really nice. I liked that about him, but uh I guess high school me wasn't ready for any kind of commitment so I rejected him. I choose him because I want to apologize, that's all"

"Aw did you hear that? that's so cuteee"

"So where is he now?"

"I don't know, I never really kept in touch"

You grab your glass so you can avoid any more questions, after an hour to tell them goodbye since you still have to go to work tomorrow.

And as expected you woke up with a slight headache, even though you wanted to stay in bed for the day you know you can't. You get up and get ready for the day, planning to stop by this cafe your workmates keep on mentioning on your way to work.

Good things it's still early, when you got the cafe there were only a few people inside. You can smell the freshly brewed coffee and pastries on the stand.

"Next, Hi goodmorning what can I get you?"

"Hi, can I get an iced Vanilla Latte and a bagel with cream cheese to go? Thank you" you say your order while the cashier notes it down "Okay, for a moment I'll just get your order ready"

"Sure" you wait on the counter for your order, checking the other pastries and the menu board.

Mingyu was at the back, getting some stocks ready for the day when he spots someone on the counter. He had to do a double take to make sure it was you standing in his cafe, immediately a smile forming on his face as he watch you look at the display case.

You're too lost in your own world to notice him now standing Infront of you so he clears his throat to get your attention, "Can I get you something else, see anything you like?" he asks

He can see you weren't expecting to see him here, out of all places.

What in the twisted fate was this, you think to yourself.

"Oh uh the other barista already took my order" you tell him, Mingyu goes to the other guy telling him something before returning to the register with your order, "One iced vanilla latte and bagel with cream cheese, here you go. Anything else?" he asks again

"I think this is all for now, so how much?"

"On the house" Mingyu says with a smile, makes you wonder if he does this on a regular basis but you shake the thought away.

"What? No, come on I'll feel bad. Tell me how much" you tell Mingyu but he just shakes his head at you

"Free coffee for the pretty lady"

"Do you tell all your lady customers that?" you ask him, the words already out before you can stop yourself. You can feel your cheeks heat up but Mingyu just chuckles, again he shakes his head

"Just you, tell me next time how's our coffee and baked goods are then we'll call it even" he tells you, pointing at the suggestion box

"Are you sure? My workmates recommended this place and they said the coffee is good but I never really went with them" you tell him,

"You work close by?"

"A few blocks from here, I sometimes pass by here but it's always so busy. I guess I got lucky today"

All this time you were this close to where he was and he never knew. Mingyu mentally agrees with you, indeed it is a lucky day because for the first time since he met you you finally said more than one sentence to him.

17 year old Mingyu would be pouting and kicking his feet out of jealousy, he would never believe this day would come but here you are.

"Thank you for the coffee and food, uh see you around"

"You too, Y/N. It's nice to see you again" he smile again, you shoot him a small smile before going your way.

He watches you go out the door, the scene of you walking away hitting him like a Deja vu. A scene from 10 years go playing in head. Just as you were about to exit the door, to turn around to look at him behind the counter then shoot him another smile then you were gone.

This time though Mingyu wasn't left with a heart to mend but something to look forward to. Maybe just maybe this time it'll be his chance.

"You're down bad" Hoshi, his co-owner and other barista, says from beside him

"Huh?"

"Really?? Coffee for the pretty lady? so original" he laughs

"What? I never used that on anyone" Mingyu mumbles, "I know, that's why I said you're down bad. Who is she by the way?"

"Someone very special, call me when she comes back" he pats Hoshi on the shoulder before going to the back to resume his re-stocking duties.

Mingyu didn't want to expect (but he was), he would be lying if he didn't tell Hoshi he'd open tomorrow and man the register just in case you come in early again. He would be lying if he says he looked up every time the bell dings signaling another customer came in only it wasn't you.

It took you a few days before you visited again, and this time luck wasn't on Mingyu's side because he was not on duty.

"Hey, you're Mingyu's friend" Hoshi remembers you from the other day, greeting you with a big smile making his eyes almost disappear. He seems like a warm person, very friendly.

"Yeah, you can say that" you shyly answer him "Oh right sorry, what can I get you?"

"I'll get another iced vanilla latte. The last one you made was really good" you tell him

"Thanks, make sure to drop that inside our box" he jokes "Anything else?"

"Can you recommend any pastry for me to try? They all look so good"

"Honestly, not to be biased, everything's good here but that chocolate cake is extra special. Mingyu makes it himself everyday, want a slice?"

"Sure, sounds great"

Hoshi, you learn his name, goes and make your order like before then returns to the counter "Okay here you go, and the man says it's on the house"

"Huh?" you ask confused "Mingyu said it's on the house if ever you come back"

"Oh I can not not pay, he already said that the last time" you said, already getting your card out

"No really, he insists. And between us, I'd be in bigger trouble if I let you pay. If you want to scold him, feel free to do so and drop it in the box"

You chuckle, finally taking your drink and food "Thanks again, let me write something" you seat on a vacant chair to get a paper from inside your bag, writing a quick note before going back to the counter to drop it in the box. You say goodbye to Hoshi before going.

You feel your phone ring in your pocket, Dokyeom's name flashing on the screen "Barbeque later"

"Are you asking or are you telling me?"

"I'll come by after work" then he hangs up.

A few hours later, your bestfriend shows up with a few grocery bags and a loud mouth. You two catch up on what you missed on the few days you didn't get to talk, he likes staying up to date with your life even though nothing really ever happens. He's like the brother you never expected but you're now stuck with.

"Do you have any sweets here, chocolate or something" you hear him scrummaging through your kitchen

"I have a cake slice in the fridge"

Dokyeom finds it then walks back to the dining table, setting it in the middle to share between the two of you

"Oh gosh this is so good, where did you buy this?"

"At Mingyu's cafe, did you know he had one?" you ask back, Dokyeom's head springs up to look at you

"You went there? Mingyu did mention he had a cafe. So you two talked?"

"Yea he was there the first time I went, it was really nice the coffee is good. The other barista said Mingyu baked this" you tell him, taking another bite

"You know, you never told me why you rejected him"

Dokyeom suddenly mentioning that made you cough out loud, "You said you liked him right? Then all of a sudden you were telling me you rejected him"

"Are we really talking about this? It's been 10 years"

"Yea"

"Like I said, I didn't have the time and I got overwhelmed. Everyone knew who Mingyu was, I didn't want that kind of attention on me too. I guess 17 year old me got scared"

Dokyeom listens to you, watching you stab the piece of cake before taking a bite "For what it's worth, he really liked you back then. He even asked me what your favorites were, I said you liked cakes more than ice cream"

Back at the cafe, Mingyu comes in after Hoshi closes so he can start on baking tomorrow's batch of cake. He's in the kitchen getting the ingredients ready while Hoshi cleans the display case and front of the house.

He was humming to himself when he hears the kitchen door swing open, "Oh by the way Y/N dropped by today"

Mingyu forgets the number he was on, now he has to measure the flour all over again. He turns to look at his friend with an annoyed expression, Hoshi holds his hands in the air

"Hey don't blame me, not my fault she went here on your only day off. But I did say it's on the house courtesy of you, so you're welcome"

"Atleast you did something right" Mingyu says

"And she got the chocolate cake, she also dropped something in the box. Go check it when you're done, I'm going now" he waves goodbye before going to the office to do a few more things before leaving Mingyu alone at the shop.

He tries to focus first on what he's doing, going back to measuring the ingredients and putting it in the oven before going to the counter to get the box.

How will find your note here when there's about 30 others in here, he's not so sure. He reads through a few of them when finally he finds one

Coffee is great, maybe even better with company. On me next time I come back, thanks Gyu :)

He knows it's from you because of the nickname, a lot of people from highschool used to call him that. It may be common but it sounded extra special when you're the one calling him that. He takes the note and put it in his pocket before putting the others back.

Tonight's cake about to be extra good.

When Mingyu comes in the shop the next day he was expecting you to come, he wasn't going to lie about it this time.

It might seem silly but he never really got over his crush on you. There's something about you that he admired so much, even though people said you're the 'ice queen' with your stoic expression and one line answers he thinks you're just always straight to the point.

He never harbored hard feelings even after you rejected him, he understood your reasons. He knew you were focused on your studies but he just wanted to shoot his shot.

That day when he asked you, he already saw you in the gym before the game. He thought you were going to watch only for you to disappear a few minutes before they started, he chased after you with high hopes only to be handed his heart back in a few pieces. But even then he still liked you, he continued on admiring you from afar. Cheering you on your academic victories and cheering for you on your graduation day when you gave out your valedictorian speech.

He liked watching you achieve your goals, you always had that laser focus and determination. The entire class knew you deserved it.

Now a decade later, you're still the same in some ways. The night during the reunion party, he didn't expect to see you there. You didn't age a day, you still look so beautiful. You now carry this confident but reserved aura around you, he admits he was a bit intimidated to approach you so he thanks Dokyeom for being there.

The day passed by and still no sign of you, when he turns the open sign over to close he lets out the biggest sigh. Looking at the last slice of cake on the stand, ironically very similar to him. Waiting for you to come by.

He's busy mopping the floors to notice he didn't lock the front door, you just got out of work and decided to check if the cafe was still open. The sign said closed but you spot Mingyu inside so you try to knock on the glass door but he couldn't hear you so you let yourself in.

You walk closer to where he was before tapping him on the back making the tall man jump up in the air with mop in hand.

Mingyu turns around, holding his hand to his chest as he looks at you blinking back at him "Fuck you scared the shit out of me, sorry" he mumbles the apology after letting a few curses out

"Sorry, I didn't mean too. I knocked but you couldn't hear. Uhm is it a bad time?"

"No, I mean no it's good. I was just cleaning up. Do you want anything?" he asks you, putting the mop in the bucket before walking towards the counter with you following. He stands by the cashier while you stand on the other side

You spot the last piece of cake like it's calling your name, Mingyu following your gaze. Smiling to himself while he waits for your order.

"I'll get the last piece of chocolate cake, please. Hoshi recommended it yesterday and it was really food. Glad I got the last one" you smile

Little did you know he made that recipe with you in mind. He knew you liked chocolate cakes. "Chocolate cake coming up, anything else? Our cookies are good too, let me get some for you"

"As long as you let me pay for it"

"Not a chance, miss" Mingyu smirks, putting the remaining cookies in a box along with the cake before walking back to face you

"Not this again, you already got it for me the last few times I was here. How will you run a business if you keep on giving it out for free"

"I don't always do it" Mingyu shrugs

"Just let me pay please" you say giving him your card but he just pushes it back

"No"

"Mingyu"

He smiles, looking over at you. For a second you were taken back by his stare. The only way you can describe it was sweet, he looked so sweet like the cake he baked. He looked so soft and gentle like he wouldn't break a heart.

"Come back next time, I'll let you pay"

"You said that the last time"

"Then keep coming back, maybe one day I'll let you" he confidently tells you, the underlying message of wanting to see you again lies in the air. He holds his breath waiting for your next words,

"If you don't let me pay the next time, I won't come back" you threaten him cutely, finally taking the bag from him. Mingyu smiles walking to the other side to walk you out.

Before you reach the door you stop, "Actually, there's something I need to tell you" you turn to look up at him

"Go ahead, I'm listening"

You take a few seconds, again surprised with how he's staring right at you. Like he's seeing all of you.

"I would like to apologize for what happened before, you know the whole rejection thing. I know it's a bit overdue, actually it's very overdue but I've always wanted to say sorry. Someone asked me if I was in a room full of all the people I liked, who would I run to I said you. That's because I wanted to say sorry... so yea. I'm sorry" you mumble, now you're looking at his chest. Too shy to look at him

"You like me?" Mingyu mumbles

This make you look at him again, "That's all you heard?"

"I mean I appreciate the thought, apology accepted. Now back to my question.. I heard that right, right?"

"You're not wrong"

You and your one liner answers.

"So how many are there in the room" he asks, now he's teasing you. You can't help but scowl at him, rolling your eyes.

"It's a very short list and you're missing my point"

"No I get it, and no need to apologize. I respect your decision back then and I still do now. No need to say sorry over that, no hard feelings" he smiles at you.

Mingyu wanted to reach out and hold your hand but he stops himself. He didn't want to mess this again with you, if this is finally his second chance then he's not going to do anything to mess it up.

"I really am, it's been 10 years but I just wanted to tell you that. So yea.. that's uh that's all"

"Can I ask something?"

"What?" you ask back "Who else would be in the room with me, do I know the others"

"Oh my gosh! It's a very short list"

He laughs at your answer, reaching up to tuck the loose hair than fell on your face behind your ear.

"I believe you, tell me about it next time you get coffee"

"Seriously making me rethink about coming back here" you pout, this made Mingyu's heart pound like crazy. A hundred shots of espresso got nothing on you. Only you can make him feel this way, so alive.

"I'll bake you a cake" he bargains

"Chocolate?"

"All yours, on the house"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Daddy Lessons 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Rafe Cameron

Summary: You agree to tutor for the Cameron's, but find your student less than cooperative.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

There aren’t many summer jobs in Hammer Ford, but you promised your parents you would find something. Without any response from the grocery store, cafe, or library, your search is hopeless. That’s until you ran into Rose Cameron.

“Weren’t you valedictorian?” She asked.

The scene plays over in your head as you step off your bike to walk it up the hill. What luck that she found you picking out flowers with your mother. Almost as if she’d been looking for you.

“Uh, yeah, last year,” you smiled. 

It’s been a year since high school ended, since then you’d spent two semesters outside the hamlet. In the city, people don’t just come up to you for no reason, and rarely a good one. Nor do they know you by name. Your home town seems more quaint the longer you’re away from campus.

“Great, I need a tutor,” she tutted, “how’s fifty an hour?”

You shake your head as you straddle your bike again. It’s an offer you really can’t pass up, even if the Camerons weren’t the most friendly family in Hammer Ford. It doesn’t matter as long as you can tell your parents you have a job.

You pedal east towards the house on the hill. You’ve never been up there. Not even in high school when everyone was going on about the ragers at the Cameron ranch. It was never really your scene. That and you weren’t invited.

You slow as you approach the low fence, breathless as you stop by the closed gate. Do you let yourself in? There’s a gold bell mounted on the post. You ring it and it sends a thunderous toll through the air. 

You wait, looking around, though you don’t know if anyone’s coming. Someone appears across the field. You recognise Ward Cameron as he nears, waving a gloved hand as he does.

“Hi, Mr. Cameron, um…” you hold onto your handlebars and dismount, “Rose, uh, asked me to drop by.”

“Sure thing,” he unhooks the inside of the gate, “I was just brushing Juliet.”

“Oh, okay,” you smile.

“You can work in the dining room if that works, or the back porch? It’s pretty nice out,” he lets you through the gate and secures it before he points you towards the house. “Really glad you could come out. We went to an agency in the city but they wanted us to go to them.”

“Um, yeah, sure, no problem,” you peer over at a foal and its mother in a pen, “nice place.”

“You think so? Does it look different in the day?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, I know about the parties,” he chortles, “it’s fine.”

“Well, I never…” you rub the back of your neck, “anyway, I guess we can study where Sarah wants.”

“Sarah?”

“Oh, erm, Wheezie?” You wonder.

“Did Rose not… explain?”

“I… assumed, well, she just said you needed a tutor so I thought…” You blink and chew your lip, “Rafe?”

He laughs again, “the one and only. We’re tryna get him back in good graces. He has a conditional offer in the city but he has to take an entrance exam.”

“Right,” you try not to show your discomfort. 

Rafe is a year older than you. Even so, he never failed to knock your books out of your hands or laugh in your direction. When he graduated, the student populace sighed in relief but he only made it through one semester in college before he flunked out.

“He’s not the kind for ranch work,” Ward says as he gestures you up the front steps, “frankly, I don’t know what he’s cut out for but a degree will at least give him some prospects.”

“Mhmm,” you drone nervously. If Rose had said so, you may not have been so eager. You just assumed it would be one of the two Wards still enrolled in school.

“He should be around–” he pulls open the front door and lets you in first.

You step aside to slip your shoes off as he hollers for Rafe. You glance out the screen door and wonder if you can come up with a good excuse. Your mind is racing but you come up with nothing. 

“What?” Rafe snarls as he traipses in through a broad archway.

“Tutor’s here,” Ward says.

“Tutor?” Rafe mutters.

“I told you,” he chides, “go get your books.”

“Dad, I told you, I’ll write the damn test–”

“And you’ll pass,” Ward insists, “books. Now.”

Rafe huffs and stomps upstairs. You turn around to watch him go. Ward shakes his head and beckons you onwards. You marvel at the neat interior. It’s all a lot more modern than the rest of Hammer Ford. A rustic contemporary mix of sleek white and faded pine.

“Feel free to help yourself to some water, or there’s a Keurig,” Ward offers, “I’d get you some myself but…” he holds up his gloved hands, “I doubt you like the taste of horse hair.”

You smile and nod as you slip your bag off your shoulder. 

“Thanks, uh, I’m good,” you say.

“Don’t let him get to you. I know how he can be. He gives you any trouble, I’ll deal with him.”

“Sure, uh, no, shouldn’t be an issue,” you shrug, though you sound less than convincing.

“I’ll be around,” he says and taps the door frame as he leaves.

You sit as he goes and you open your laptop on the table. Your parents bought the used model for your first year of college. It’s a bit slow but it works. You’ll just need the wifi.

A sudden slam makes you yipe and jolts the table. You look up as Rafe stands across from you, scowling. Behind your laptop, there’s several textbooks and a notebook with curling pages. You try to smile but your lips only tremble.

“Oh, hey,” you eke out, “uh, so… we can start on comprehensive literature–”

“Fuck off, dork,” he drops into the chair. 

“Well I… your dad–”

“My dad wants me to sit here and waste his money, sure thing,” he crosses his arms and rolls his eyes, “but i’m not takin’ no lessons from you.”

“Right, well, I…” you don’t know what to say. “Can I have the wifi at least?”

He doesn’t acknowledge your question as he pulls out his phone. You think he’s looking it up but he just sits and scrolls, his floppy hair drooping down his forehead. You fidget and flutter your fingers listlessly over the keyboard.

You should just go but you need the money. You close the laptop and reach for one of the textbooks. You open it and smooth the pages with your hand.

“Right, rules of grammar,” you begin, “nouns, pronouns, verbs–”

“Fucking dweeb,” he drops his phone and stands up, “for someone so smart, you sure are fucking dumb.”

“Identifying sentences…” you focus on the page as he paces.

“You think you’re so fucking clever,” he startles you as he pulls out the chair next to you, sitting in it as his elbow hits the table.

“Read the following and underline–” you angle the book towards him, silence by a jarring squeeze on your throat.

You recoil as his hand closes on the front of your neck and you push yourself back in the chair. You grab his wrist and choke, wiggling in your seat. What is he doing?

“What–”

“Shhhhh,” he puts his finger to his lips then presses it to yours, “you talk too much.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, pulling helplessly on his arm. He smirks as he leans forward, pulling you towards him.

“You think you’re better than me?” He snarls, “let’s see about that.”

[fae-renjun]

OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE CAMERA — h.sh

ep. 6 — grocery store sushi [𖦹 wc: ~720]

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you said a goodbye towards your ajar bedroom door, your eyes still fixated on your laptop screen. from the living room came a hurried “bye” in response, followed by the sound of the front door opening and shutting, signalling that yizhuo had left the apartment. karina had left an hour before for her job at the campus cafe. it was silent, the only sounds being the click clack of your fingers on your keyboard as you typed up an email.

on your bed, lying on your stomach, you adjusted your position so you were no longer held up by your elbows, placing your palms flat on the surface of the bed and resting your chin on top. you scanned the email as you proofread it, muttering under your breath to yourself, “…would like permission to use the film studio in the east building-”

your train of thought was cut off by a soft knock at the door. you looked at the clock on your laptop, noticing it was already 3:25. sitting up, you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to interact with hong seunghan one-on-one, something you had never done.

he knocked once again and you got off your bed, your sock-clad feet softly padding against the floor as you walked to the door. your hand reached for the doorknob but before you opened it, you paused, fiddling with your hair and clothing to make it more presentable. then you finally opened it. seunghan’s hand was up, as if he was about to knock once more. his somewhat surprised expression morphed into a wide smile, his eyes closing slightly in a way you found adorable.

“hi!”

“hi,” you said in response. “um, come in. sorry if it’s a bit messy, you can sit on the couch”

to your surprise, the interaction wasn’t awkward at all, despite your tendency to be closed off and awkward amongst people you weren’t close to. you realised no one could be awkward around seunghan. he, quite differently from you, had a tendency to make everyone in the room feel comfortable, and since it was just the two of you, his demeanour and behaviour helped you open up.

“so i think if you used your hands more in that part, it might communicate better? i always wrote isaac with him being a very physical speaker in mind. he uses a lot of actions and stuff you know what i mean?”

“yeah that makes sense. he seems like he feels a lot very deeply and he’s very expressive? if i’m not reading that wrong-”

you cut him off, “you’re reading it right seunghan. don’t worry. you’re good at this, i wouldn’t have casted you if you weren’t,” you smiled at him and you could see him physically let go of some of his tension about the role. you two alternated between discussing the film and conversing about anything else as if you’d been close for years. it was so easy to talk to him. he made even the most mundane topics interesting to talk about. you discussed your artistic influences, the basketball team he was on, your music tastes, your roommates, everything you could think of. a conversation about frank ocean was suddenly cut off by the low sound emitted by your stomach, signalling it was hungry. seunghan let out a chuckle and you closed your eyes in embarrassment. when you opened them back up he asked, “do you want to take a break and get something to eat?”

“yeah. sorry about that by the way, i just haven’t eaten in-” you checked the clock in your living room, “-about 4 hours.”

“don’t worry, i get it. i’m pretty hungry too,” he got off the couch the two of you were sitting on, “what do you wanna get?”

“um. sushi? we can get it from the grocery store down the street?”

he smiled and held his hand out to help you off the couch, “let’s go then.”

your hand in his made your skin feel like it was burning up, like where your hands connected was a fire. he looked down at your hands once you were off the couch and suddenly let go, looking slightly embarrassed and scratching the back of his neck. oh. okay. maybe you weren’t as completely delusional as you thought?

a/n: next update is ready and coming in a bit but i’ll give you guys time to process this 😁😁 and be happy with the fluff for a bit 😁😁

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[thatsatricky1]

𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐛𝐢𝐞 | l.jn smau

Chapter five = Hot privileges revoked

Y/n knew just by the address alone that it wasn’t a good idea to give Jaemin his bag tonight. Not just from a gut feeling but by the fact this very wealthy guy who comes from old money had asked to meet her downtown, he’d tried bringing her to some stuck up cafe only yesterday so this just all smelled like a walking disaster waiting to happen.

But on the other hand she had to keep civil with Jaemin, they had an assignment to finish after all and she’d be damned if she let one little thing like this stop them from completing an important assignment that was worth one fourth of their grading this year in human resources.

Y/n knew she was overthinking it, surely not giving him his bag today wouldn’t have caused any problems with the assignment but she also wasn’t going to risk it. It’s hard enough getting into Neo T University with a scholarship, if her grades went below a high B she’d be in trouble. She’d only started at Neo Technology and wasn’t about to be kicked to the curb in her first month.

Realistically she’d already thought over every possibility of why Jaemin would need tape for his hands. But the only one that made the most sense was medical. Hand tape from what she did know about it could be used for two things. Prevent injuries or prevent even more damage to an already injured area.

No, she didn’t snoop around his bag because not only would that invade his privacy but because she didn’t want to know what else a stuck up, wealthy guy in his twenties decided was important to be kept in his bag.

Getting to the address didn’t take too long, Jaemin had been right on the fact it wasn’t very far from her place. But getting closer and closer she noticed it was just a normal building with loud music emanating from the place, the bass boosted as per usual with their generation.

It must have been some closed off club to wealthy young adults with too much time on their hands. Which wasn’t uncommon, she’d heard of them before. Pulling out her phone she shot Jaemin a quick test while shifting his bag straps that was hanging off one of her shoulders.

Pocketing her phone she only looked up when she heard footsteps approaching. She had to admit Jaemin was wearing pretty casual clothes compared to the high end brand clothing she’d usually seen him wearing around campus. If she didn’t know who he was she’d actually think he passed as an average young adult.

“Here.” She didn’t say much not thinking a full conversation was needed, pulling the bag strap off her shoulder moving it outwards towards Jaemin when he got close enough.

“Again you're a lifesaver.” He replied with a grin, taking the bag and slinging it over his shoulder this time.

“I don’t even want to know.” She gestured towards the building with her hand and back at the bag.

“Good idea. It’s nothing too bad though.” He reassured, yet Y/n wasn’t dumb enough to believe that considering who he was, I mean he was friends with Donghyuck so that was enough for her to know whatever was happening in that building wasn’t meeting every law correctly, she could only hope it was just some club.

“Do my eyes deceive me or is that really you.”

That voice, you always could tell where Donghyuck was. Hearing him before seeing him. Donghyuck wrapping an arm around Jaemin’s shoulder only seconds later flashing Y/n a large smile that could only be described as up to no good, as per usual.

“Don’t get too excited, she was just dropping off my bag.” Jaemin all but shut down any attempt Donghyuck had at causing grief.

“Not even going to stay for a bit?” Donghyuck offered, tilting his head back in the direction of the building.

“I’ll pass.” Y/n denied straight away, not realising just how safe her decision had been.

Donghyuck, ever the one for dramatic expressionism, let out a long sigh nodding regardless to her decision.

“I think you should stay for a while, have a look around.” A new voice entered the conversation. Three heads glancing in his direction.

Jeno standing there with his arms crossed watching the current trio loitering in the carpark. Jeno’s jaw clenched tightly afterwards as if to hold back from saying regrettable words. Jaemin watched him closely, understanding that expression on his face, he’d been close friends with Jeno long enough.

“Again I’ll pass.”

“Not even a little curious?” Jeno asked out, letting his arms drop from their crossed position in favour of walking closer.

“Honestly not in the slightest.” Y/n was quick to respond even if she was curious what the three were doing.

“Five minutes, you might like it in there.” Jeno shot back as soon as she finished speaking, trying to not give her a second to really decide about it and just do it.

For a guy who’d been staring holes into the side of her head on her first day at Neo Tech, he was pretty persistent in wanting her to go into that building and warning bells were ringing in her head.

“She doesn’t want to, Lee, drop it.” Jaemin was quick to shut down whatever was going on, casting a look at him.

Y/n didn’t get why Jaemin called Jeno by that name but she assumed it was just a nickname even if during school the boys only referred to each other with their proper names. Pretty shitty creativity to nickname someone after their last name though.

“Lee!” A voice yelled from the building's now open door, letting out streams of red hued lighting. The figure hard to make out.

Apparently Jeno was being called over as he looked toward s the figure making a hand gesture before turning back.

“Next time you show up here, don’t be prissy, walk in.” Jeno stated bluntly towards Y/n before walking towards the building.

“The fuck did I do wrong?” Y/n muttered watching him leave.

“Well that was both interesting and boring.” Donghyuck clapped his hands giving the two a large grin before patting Jaemin’s shoulder.

“See you tomorrow at school Y/n and if you forget your laptop there’s always a seat next to me, but preferably you can also sit on top of me.” Donghyuck shamelessly spoke, waving as he moved to drag Jaemin backwards towards the building.

“Thanks again!” Jaemin offered her a half assed second thank you as he got dragged towards the building. Y/n only gave him a nod before moving to leave the sketchy area herself, not entering sure what the fuck just happened.

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

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[biteofcherry]

Happy Wetnessday 💦

How are you? I hope you're doing well, especially with fall around the corner. I also love your soup fall and look forward to those recipes! And those monster polls. 😏 I can't wait to see what you do with those.

This Wetnessday you find yourself in a coffee shop AU! You can't believe it but the cute barista in this cozy bookstore/ coffee shop you found a while ago finally made a move. He's really handsome and his smile turns blinding whenever he spots you. On more than one occasion you've spend hours in the cafe only to watch him work. He's ripped for a barista but you're not complaining. It gives you more to watch and the way his muscles move when he mixes up his fancy drinks make your mouth water. One day he asks you to come in right before he closes so he can show you a new drink he's working on. You jump at the chance and show up five minutes before closing time. It's already empty but you don't mind. It means you don't have to share him. His smile brightens when you step in and he directs you to sit at your favorite place - a comfy sofa in a cozy almost hidden nook that has perfect view to the counter. He's back within a few minutes and presents you the drink. It looks absolutely delicious and you compliment the purple flakes on the whipped cream. When you taste it his eyes are on you, waiting for your feedback. It tastes amazing and leaves a pleasant warmth within you. He urges you to drink more and with that the warmth turns into heat. The heat soon turns into need. The sweet smile on his face morphs into a smirk. "Finally figured out just the right amount to make you all horny and needy for me. I've waited so long for this and now that it's finally here I'll devour you in your favorite little corner. As soon as I've fucked the effect out of you I'll make sure to make you another drink. Keep you as my horny little brat." He says as he guides you into his lap, getting ready to take you apart over and over again.

Who's your barista hottie that added a dark twist to your coffee shop au?

xoxo Wetnessday anon 💦

Hi Wetnessday Anon! 😊❤️🧡💛 Fall is upon us and I'm loving it! I hope you're as excited and the weather and life is treating you well this week 🧡

Oh, the barista is such a dummy, because he didn't need to spike my drink, I'd be horny and needy for him if he only put his hands on my. I think it's what I've actually been kinda hoping for when coming to meet him right before closing. Though, probably, I also was counting on more sweetness and some flirting; maybe a cute date or two before letting him fuck me. What an impatient man.

On the other hand, he was slowly luring me in with that charm and smiles and he was dedicated and patient while he worked on the perfect combination to brew that super aphrodisiac drink. So maybe he's not at all that impatient.

When it started all cute, with that cozy autumn background and the thought of the scent of coffee and caramel and maybe muffins, I thought of Jake. But then it turned darker and, well, I could imagine darker Jake, but somehow my mind switched.

To this cozy, autumn-y man, who wields darkness a smidge better

Andy felt burnt out after pursuing career in law for years. He was a fucking great lawyer, but he hated his life and the emptiness of it, the constant exhaustion and late nights. So he resigned and did something unexpected.

He bought a place and started a small coffee shop combined with a bookstore. Though he kept it away from the rich areas where his former colleagues could spot him, the shop was often visited by the law professor and students from a nearby campus. The students didn't know any better, until one time they were debating fiercely about a case for one of their lectures.

Andy listened to them, chuckling under his nose as he prepared their orders. When he served them, he mentioned a precedence that would solve their case and winked at their stunned faces.

He finally found peace and joy in his place. Though at times it felt, as if his life was still missing something.

It was your face as Andy caught you staring at him after you made your first order that made him realize what he needed.

You.

A woman who was clearly slightly embarrassed at being caught ogling, but also kept her gaze on him and licked her lips in a shyly flirtatious move.

He observed that enticing combination of boldness and cuteness each time you visited the shop, finding himself amused and drawn to it.

You watched him, with more than just curiosity. There was a needy gleam in your eyes. Andy noticed the heavy swallowing, the shiver rocking your body whenever he leaned across the counter towards you, his voice dropping just a bit to say your name.

You were already into him. Andy just had to give you a push to unleash the needy, desperate slut in you.

You'd be a cherry on top of his new, good life. A companion to share his joys and passions. Someone to come back home with. To share smiles as you ran the shop together.

To see your nervous walk as you tried to move with your thighs closed tight, because his cum was dripping out of you.

[taroicantwait]

Suggestive I guess. Kissing Anton. Reader is older, yeah. Bad writing bc English is not my first lenguaje. Bye.

October started and the hard part of school with it, the season was make it you going through an emotional ride. You are exhausted all the time with your morning job, school at noon, homework at night and your extra job at midnight.

Stress, exhaust, and need is how you feel all the time lately. You can't even remember when was the last time you sleep well, you eat well or kiss someone well. At this point even holding hands with anyone would help you.

Johnny was someone you meet in your second year in school, he was older than you and he became a good friend helping you with chores and dealing with uni life. After he graduated he opened the bar near to the campus and you work there some nights.

Being a waitress was a good job, the tips were good and John pay you enough to get you little special treats from time to time. There was in this bar where you meet Anton. Shy and handsome Anton.

Freshman were crazy and excited about uni life, the freedom of being far from home allowed them to be here and there as much as they wanted but always being careful about grades. What a time was that for you.

Shotaro was kinda a friend for you, you have classes together and even work together at the bar before he quit to his new job.

"girl! Look who I meet!"

That night you were introduced to bunch of new kids, Anton including. He was so shy, barely talking with you when the other guys shoot questions about campus and classes and club options for the rest of the semester.

September was a good month, easy with you, Anton was good and easy with you too.

Despite no having any class together, Anton was always around you somehow.

At the beginning it was just at the bar, quick Hi's, hand wave, he even bought you a drink once. Then it was around campus, saying hi in the corridor, if you meet by coincidence at the local cafe he would bought you a cup and then walk you to your next class, he would even carry you bag.

Then it scale a little, it wasn't just cups of coffee, it was full meals, he would even send you take out when he didn't see you at the bar, he would appear the next day in front of you class with a bagel and a coffee

"I know you didn't even have breakfast"

It was just a few weeks since you meet him and you know you're smart enough to know the little attraction to have for him is going to evolve into something more if he keeps acting like that with you. And you know he only acts like this with you (and maybe Shotaro told you a few things)

At this point you could make a move on him and just sell the deal, but the tension feels so good and your needy, stressed and exhausted ass is happy with it. So you just let it be.

"you can go home. this place is dead for today"

"if you don't mind me Johnny I wanna do my homework somewhere else but home, if I have to look the same wall again imma get crazy"

It was almost midnight when Johnny decided to close early, you started to get ready to go when the little bell announce someone new. It was Anton along with Sungchan and Seunghan.

"oh, guys. What are you doing here?"

"we came for something to eat. School is killing us and we haven't eat a proper meal in edges at this point"

Johnny look at you, you know how is to be a freshman and being far from home and he knows too.

"the kitchen is already closed. but I have some food in my apartment, you can come if you want"

"are you sure hyung?" Sungchan ask

"sure. it would be fun to have some company in home. are you coming?"

"nah, Im to tired, I'll get home, but have fun guys. bye!"

Not even two minutes pass when you hear Anton calling you.

"let me walk you home" he said breathless already taking your bag from your shoulder.

The way home was quite, you could feel his arm brushing yours form time to time, the warm of his body, the smell of his perfume. Anton was so much taller than you, your head barely reach his shoulder, so dawn here you could peek a bit to his face.

He was handsome. Pretty eyes, pretty skin, pretty hair, pretty smile, pretty voice, pretty lips.

He sometimes apply chapstick in his lips after lunch and the idea of kissing him looking pretty tentative. Before your thoughts line keep going the ringtone of your phone started playing.

It was your ex calling, you didn't answer already know it the speech he had for you. But he keep calling, and calling, and calling

"you want me answer?" Uh? " is obvious you don't wanna answer and is obvious this person will keep calling"

The silence must be loud because Anton stoped to look at you in the eyes, the ringtone started again and he, careful as always, took your hand where you phone was, took your phone and with his other hand he answered, all still holding your hand.

"hello?... im Anton... yeah... I don't remember her mentioned someone with that name before... no... I... I'm her boyfriend... I think you're calling the wrong number and I don't feel comfortable with some random men calling my girlfriend... No, bye"

Anton hang out and put your phone in his pocket, he started to walk again, still holding your hand. You didn't knew if it was the surprised actions from him or the new proximity between you but you sure you probably look a little dumb.

You apartment was in the third floor of a building permit, when you got inside the elevator you could see your reflection on the doors, Anton hand still holding yours, rosy cheeks and lips parted. Nobody but you use the elevator this late, you know it. It would be easy to ask him for a kiss in this moment and nobody but the security camera would know what happened.

Before you could open your mouth the doors open in your floor, once in front of your door the silence was still loud, after a moment Anton wish you good night and when you feel his touch loosing a little you knew it was now or never

"wait... You- I mean... You didn't have dinner. You wanna have dinner with me?"

He gave you a nod, you didn't want to but it was you who let go his hand to open your apartment door "should I take my shoes off?" He asked from behind you

"if you feel like"

Your house wasn't that big, the living and the kitchen in full display, Anton following you from behind, taking seat in the kitchen table while you check on your fridge if the poor menu you did last night was enough for you two to eat.

"The remote is on the couch, you can pick something to watch while I heat the food"

You want him with you, next to you, or maybe behind you. But you're also hungry and you know you can't focus with him around.

Anton was quick and before you knew he was again in the table kitchen looking at you.

"hope you like veggies because is the menu for tonight"

"ill eat anything but ramen. neither of the boys knows how to cook and I don't have time to do it neither"

"you cook? Why you never told me?"

"you didn't ask. but if you ask I'll cook for you. you can ask me anything"

Oh

"why don't we seat in the couch? What show you pick"

Before you could think more about his words you run to the living, leaving him in your kitchen.

He followed you after a bit and sat next to you, shoulder to shoulder, his leg brushing yours. Why so close?

You eat in silence, the show you don't even paying attention in front of you, the lights down and his body warm was making your mind and your heart run.

Anton definitely did a move on you earlier, is not like you hold hands with everyone all the time. And he called himself your boyfriend, not even Johnny or Taro had ever do that.

"i should go home, thank you for the food"

"no, Anton wait!"

You didn't even let him get up of the couch, you know the imagine you are giving is not the best, but this is a opportunity you know is gonna be hard to have again.

"can we- I mean... You don't have to agree but... you wanna stay a bit longer. Maybe watch a movie?"

"sure"

Anton let his plate on the little night table you had, he keep his eyes on the tv while you scroll through next flip for a movie, you maybe are imagine things but you could sword he got closer to you, he's tight touching yours.

"are you cold? you are shivering, want my hoodie?"

That's definitely a move

So you can pull one too

"want to cuddle?"

Anton didn't answer he just make himself comfortable and open his arms for you to get in, you look like a cat trying to find a good position for you, once you find one he just let you be still looking at the tv in front.

After a while you asking him if he was okay

"yes, you?"

"yes"

Again more silence, why he didn't talk more?

"how long you broke with your ex?"

Thank God.

"almost a year"

"and he keeps calling? Why?"

"our brake out wasn't the best. He was possessive and jealous and he didn't even know how to kiss"

"kiss?"

Anton look at you again, your face just a few inches apart, he look pretty all big eyes paying total attention to you. You bet his using that chapstick he usual use.

"o.m.g, Anton, don't tell you don't know what a kiss is"

You said, obvious- pretty obviously- joking.

" I do know. want me to show you?"

This could go two routes, you saying no, make the situation a little uncomfortable and he going home and not talk to you anymore. Or you could just smash your lips against his and have the well deserved kiss you've been craving for with the pretty guy who treats you like a dolly.

Anton's lips definitely taste like cherry shine lip balm, it also taste warm and inviting. It was just a little smuch in the lips, the perfect pressure the perfect breath rythim and the little circles his hands were doing in your shoulder were so pleasing.

"want to me to stop?"

You didn't give a verbal answer decided to kiss him again instead, your hand went to his face feeling the hot skin against you palm. This time the kiss when a more open, full lips adjusting to each other without space to slowing down the pace.

Anton breath started to heat it up and yours too, it was a nerve move but you adjust your self a little more on top of him and of course not so shy handsome good kisser Anton would catch the vibe and he reclined a bit on your couch so you were now almost on his lap.

"can i- I mean... Can I..."

"yes, whatever you want" he said

The imagine in front of you was worth the cut, Anton eyes shimmering and hazy, neck and cheeks red and plumb lips as well, you bet his firm chest product of the swimming sessions is probably red as well.

After sitting on his lap, you took very careful the collar of his shirt to pull him to you, his hands in automatic to your hips

"like this, want ya close"

This time he started the kiss, hugging you closer as you wanted, one arm around your waist and the other between your hair making your breath hitch for how good it feels

You didn't know how much time passed in this state, you in Anton's embrace begin kissed by him in the couch of your apartment, you didn't know when you started to move your hips against his.

His hand were on your hip, not making more than that, just resting there letting you take control of the currently situation.

"Wait, honey, wait"

"why?" You ask but still obey him

"I need a rest, if we keep going we need to talk first.

Oh. Okay.

"I didn't mean to you getting out of my lap. just... a moment please"

You didn't knew how much time passed but you woke up a bit after, Anton under you still sleeping in your couch, after what feel like the most religion experience you had in your life just for kissing a boy.

You could think of this in the morning before going to work, right now, you are too comfortable to thing about anything but bold and good kisser Anton.

[bokutosmochi]

I SURRENDER WHO I'VE BEEN FOR WHO YOU ARE ♡ GETO SUGURU

gn!reader x artist!geto suguru

ingredients? geto has a gift for you in the form of a diamond ring.

what's it? fluff

allergen warning/s? flirty!gojo but only for the first part, use of petnames [hun, starlight, angel]

sugar level? 4.5k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @tahonet

parlor's note? artist/painter geto has been running miles in my mind and i'm so glad to finally be able to put his creative self onto paper and share the idea with all of you!

bon appetit!

the first time you and geto suguru met was because of your friend ieiri shoko.

you and her were childhood friends, raised alongside each other. your family was close with hers and often times, the two of you were sat next to each other during family dinners, whether they be christmas celebrations, new year celebrations, birthdays, what ever the case was. since the two of you were so close in age, the adults figured that molding you to be friends was a good move. because of that, you'd be assigned as playmates. it's either you'd be at their house playing with her toys or she'd be at yours digging into your toy chest for something that interested her.

eventually, that friendship bloomed and you'd be inseparable when you reached school age. you'd always sit next to each other in class, and if your teacher didn't allow you to, you'd either kick up a fuss until they gave up or simply sat next to your best friend during lunchtime. whenever there were assigned projects where you could choose your partner, the two of you would already be looking at each other, an unspoken agreement being formed as you nodded we'll be partners.

that all changed when you turned eight and shoko told you that her family would be moving to tokyo. you may have been young, and that may have been years ago, but you still remember it. in fact, it's one of the clearest memories you have. you remember crying and marching into their house, runny nose and flushed face and all, to beg her parents not to move as she stood behind you twiddling her fingers. it was the quietest she has ever been. you remember telling your parents and sobbing into your favorite stuffed toy. you remember the dinner your family and hers had the night before they left. and you remember playing doctor in the car while on the way to the airport.

it was a different time back then, and given your age, you didn't have the privilege of having social media to connect with her. that only came about when you turned eighteen, fresh out of high school and having been a recipient of an acceptance letter into the university of tokyo.

you saw - or rather looked for would be a more appropriate term to use - her name on a paper with the official list of students and didn't hesitate to message her on facebook -- at this point, you're friends with her on the platform, you've messaged her a few times, but it did not compare to the bond you two had way back when. no plans of meeting up has been talked about either before you moved to tokyo.

[from: you

to: shoko

shooo!! you go to university of tokyo too? we should totally meet up sometime!]

after a few minutes, she replied.

[from: shoko

to: you

yeah, that sounds good. would you mind if some of my friends from high school tagged along? i think you'll get along with them.]

you expressed how you didn't mind - after all, knowing more people in university never hurt anyone, especially not people who your childhood best friend trusted - and with that, plans to go to the campus' cafe together were organized.

(organized may be a weird way to phrase it, but anyone who has friends that don't go to the same school as you or aren't taking the same course as you will understand.)

when you arrived there on a saturday afternoon as agreed upon, shoko was already there sat next to a man with white hair and circular glasses. his posture was very relaxed, maybe even to the point of making some people scoff and roll their eyes at him. a voice in your head told you that has probably happened multiple times before, as he proceeded to say that he does not care in the slightest. sat across from shoko was a man with long black hair tied into a neat bun. he was not facing you so you had no idea what he looks like, only that although relaxed as well, it seemed to be more polite than the other man's. he had broad shoulders which were complimented by his black button down shirt.

all eyes turned to you when you approached the table with a smile on your face and a small wave. shoko grinned and stood up to reach across the table and hug you. "it's nice to see you again. it's been a long time."

"it has!" you gushed, pulling away and sitting next to the man with light yellow splotches on his arm -- faint, fading bruises, perhaps?

"these two are the high school friends i was telling you about."

but before she could introduce them, she was interrupted.

"gojo satoru! you can call me yours though!" the one in front of you wiggled his eyebrows up and down and offered his hand for a shake. when you took his hand in yours telling him your name, he flipped it and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. "it's very nice to meet you. shoko never told me she had such cute friends." he winked.

the man next to you clicked his tongue in distaste. "that's not how you properly introduce yourself, satoru." he scolded his friend lightly.

turning to you, he flashed you a crescent-eyed smile, "hello, my name's geto suguru. you can call me suguru if you'd like. any friend of shoko's is a friend of mine. i'm dearly sorry for satoru's behavior. he can be quite a handful at times."

you warmed up to him quickly. it was hard not to. he was a gentleman, you could tell from his behavior. he was intelligent, well-spoken, and let both his heart and his brain rule over his decision making. you quickly felt at ease in his presence, so much so that when he suggested for the four of you to go to his dorm room when the cafe was getting too crowded, you said yes without a second thought.

the sun was setting and it's rays were directed at geto making him feel warmer and wanting to shed his button down as a result. he did so, revealing the undershirt he wore: a black tank top.

there was a large patch of purple on his bicep and you couldn't help but gasp and stroke it. "oh my god! what happened?"

your eyes widened at what you were doing and you retracted your hand as if you had just gotten electrocuted. your cheeks were warm and you wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole. what made it worse was hearing gojo and shoko's laughter in the background. if gojo, the man relentlessly flirting with you was laughing at you touching another man's biceps, it must be bad."i am so sorry for touching you like that! it's just-" he chuckled though, cutting you off. "it's fine, hun. don't sweat it."

now he made you blush for an entirely different reason.

"don't worry about this little thing too." he looked at the patch of discoloration in his skin you fretted over. a disagreement was on the tip of your tongue, something akin to that's not a little thing, but he spoke before you. "i don't remember getting hit here." he murmured standing up and walking to the sink. "might be just paint."

and he was right. after scrubbing the area with some soap and water, it came right off. "pardon me for that. i didn't mean to make you worry, i was just painting before going to the cafe and i guess i missed a spot when i was cleaning up." he grinned at you bashfully.

you tilted your head to the side in curiousity. "so you're an artist?"

you couldn't stop talking to him after that. the artworks he produced were so interesting to you and you asked him about it, from the meaning, to the inspiration, to the color palette, sometimes even the songs he was listening to while he painted a certain piece.

it wasn't just his art that piqued your interest though, it was him in general.

thankfully for you, that was the case for him too. it just took him a longer time to find out.

he was in the zone.

sunday morning, he was glad to feel the feeling of wanting to pick up a paintbrush and mix colors once again. he found himself stuck in the past week, experiencing artist's block. it was something that all content creators have felt and hate, although normal. there were days where he felt so unproductive, not used to not creating. as a result of that, he would force himself to pick up his tools, instead of doing so because had the urge to. those artworks never ended up good, or at least no where near as good as the other ones, the reason being they weren't made with passion. if you were to ask about them, he would not be able to tell you a magnificent - or traumatizing - story that brought the painting to life. so now that he felt the itch to paint again, because the artist in his brain urged him to and not because he felt pressured, he thinks he has never felt happier.

it doesn't quite look right, it needs to be darker here. a stroke of dark blue. yeah, that looks much better.

just a spot of black here, a tiny inkling of black on the canvas. yes, that's perfect.

he steps away from his easel after multiple hours of painting - when he's submerged in his hobby like this, he doesn't even notice the way time passes or the way his stomach rumbles when he gets hungry - and looked at it in contentment.

it's beautiful, the way it always is when the paintbrush touches the material lead by his heart rather than his hand. when it's a passion project rather than something he does because he feels like less of an artist if he didn't.

then he realizes something and his stomach drops, he sets down the brush and the palette and his hands starts to sweat and get clammy; the subject of his latest piece looks just like you.

the air gets thick around him and he finds it hard to breathe, so much so that he has to take a few moments and sit down to gather his scrambled thoughts.

you, someone who he just met, inspired his art. he drew you without even realizing it. his heart lead him to the painted photo of you manifested from the talent of his hand right in front of him.

does he like you that much already?

and this hits him hard because only now is he realizing it. along with the realization is him remembering that this is something he's never experienced before. sure, he's had his fair share of partners before, but he was never enamoured with them to the point of unconsciously painting them or making them the muse of his art. in fact, most of the time, the reason why he made them the focus was because they asked it of him. perhaps he used to rush into relationships too early? he didn't feel a strong emotional connection with his former partners, but he wanted to feel the love so many artists before him had described, only true, pure love was hard to find. and now here you are, making him feel things he's never felt before.

he's not going to let it slip away from him. not if it's real. not if you feel it too -- and god, he hopes you do.

within a span of a few months, he comes to the conclusion that you don't mind him.

he has no idea whether you actually like him romantically or not, but the way you aren't bothered by him walking you from class to class, then doing your schoolwork with him was a good sign. you were even starting to hang out with him more than you hung out with shoko -- which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. your relationship with the girl wasn't deteriorating. it's just another case of you meeting and being friends back when you were different people and then not being as compatible as you are now. you're still friends, that you're sure of, just not as close.

you and geto study together although you had different courses. you still had some subjects in common, specifically the general education subjects, and you enjoyed each other's company enough that you still study in the other's presence though you had no idea what they were reading about.

you and geto grab lunch together. at first, it was just spotting the other sitting alone in the dining hall, but then it became some sort of unspoken understanding -- you and him sit together unless there was something that kept you from each other, like an exam or a class or a project that needed to be done, but those instances were rare as you did your best to avoid them.

and over time, you because comfortable enough with geto that you would rant to him about a variety of things that ranges from difficult topics that you had so much trouble with no matter how hard you tried, asshole professors, bitchy groupmates who you guessed were only there because of generational wealth or nepotism, or failed projects which was the case right now.

"there's no such thing as a failed artwork." geto glanced at you as you walked back from campus to your dorms.

"well that's easy for you to say, your stuff always looks good." you huff at him looking away. "'t's not fair. you're way too talented."

he laughs at that, it's lighthearted, easy, the way things always are with you. there's not a dull moment and there's not a difficult moment. he loves that about you, and he loves it so much he doesn't mind if you experience a couple of difficult moments together. it's something all lovers go through, he's aware. he knows you're worth weathering storms for, so long as you do the same for him.

"guess you're right, but since i'm an artist, i also know it's not always about how the piece looks, but the way you feel while making it." he stops to stand in front of you. "if it makes you happy, if it sets your soul free. drawings, paintings, music, these are things that aren't meant to look or sound a certain way; they're meant to be expressions of the soul. so as long as you're able to express yourself through it, it's nothing to be ashamed of." his voice trails off by the end into a gentle whisper. then he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. his hands moves to your cheek, down to your jawline, and lastly to your lips. "that and i can't get myself to believe an angel like you could ever create something ugly."

you laughed softly, holding onto his wrist and nuzzling the side of your face into his open palm. "guess you're right."

"aren't i always?"

neither of you could deny your feelings for the other then. there was something blooming, and you knew you were compatible; you had to give it a shot.

the shot came in the form of geto asking you to watch a movie with him.

he was the first one to arrive at the movie theater, wearing his usual all black attire, but this time, his hair was down cascading down his back. it was the first time you've not seen him sporting a man bun in real life. the only time you've ever had the pleasure of seeing it is whenever you were on facetime and he was busy painting his newest artwork. even then, his hair wasn't fully down. some strands just flew from the hair elastic and he couldn't be bothered to fix it, not that you minded. you loved the look of focus and love on his face as he worked on his pieces. the whole world seems to disappear to him and all that's left is his boundless imagination and the limitless canvas in front of him.

he greeted you with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "you ready to see some zombos dying?"

you really did not expect geto suguru to be this adorable and shy. because although he's not afraid to express himself, sometimes dipping into darker, more macabre arts, and although he will speak his mind on certain topics in class, here he is almost shoulder to shoulder with you when he desperately wants to hold your hand. you're so warm and comforting to him, all he wants is to envelop your smaller hands in his, run the calloused pads of his thumb over the back of your hand or your knuckles, but he can't get himself to do so. he can't even watch the movie properly, his attention is entirely on you. he watches the rise and fall of your chest through his peripheral vision, your fingers toying with your hair, and your cute little face that twists and relaxes with laughter or grimace as the movie continues to roll on screen.

he doesn't mind how he's not getting his money's worth by not watching the movie, you're more interesting to him and he wants to gauge how you'll react to him doing certain things. like shuffling closer to you so you're finally actually shoulder to shoulder with the other. he silently wonders if your heart's beating as fast as his is because he's sure he can feel his in his fingertips and hear it in his ears. he really hopes you don't feel it or hear it. then after a few minutes, he presses his arm against you, yearning to feel some of your warmth against him, to his surprise though, you shiver -- and because of the darkness, he misses the way your cheeks burn up.

"are you cold?" he murmurs softly, careful not to disturb the other movie goers, but just as you were about to respond no, he was already shrugging his jacket off, exposing the black turtleneck tank top he had on. it looked like the exact one people on the internet have been raving about, the ones fanartists have been drawing on their favorite character because of how good it looked. geto was no exception.

it hugged him just right, highlighting the muscles on his chest, his pecs, and his abdomen. it made his biceps pop right with your eyes before you could blink and pick your jaw off of the floor. no words could express how good he looked, how much the tight fitting garment fit him and accentuated his features, his body type, but all you had to say is if he wore a cocky smirk with that, he would have looked nothing short of a young god.

but he was the opposite of that.

instead of abusing his newly found power and demanding women to worship at his feet, he smiled at you his small crescent-eyed smile while handing you the jacket. "here, you can take this. don't want you getting too chilly now do we?"

you hoped that either geto did not see the blush on your face or that he thinks it's just from you "being chilly" even though you were not. while yes, you could not deny that it was not toasty in the room you were currently in, the reason why you shivered had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the person you are with.

"n-no, geto! it's alright, i think you might need it more than me." you said, referencing to how he was not wearing clothes that had sleeves.

"nonsense!" he whisper shouted. his face was close to yours and he was facing you. you could smell the peppermint in his breath riddled with the sweet caramel popcorn and root beer he just had, but it didn't smell bad -- regardless of his cursed technique, his breath never smelled awful, he had it a habit to carry mints or gums with him at all times. "i'll be alright, you're my main priority." his face shown some semblance of tenderness that was quickly replaced by timidness. "was that too cheesy for a first date? sorry."

utterly smitten by the man, you disregarded your opinion of whether or not you agreed with him, whether it was indeed cheesy or not, and just smiled and laughed quietly. "i think it's perfect, geto." you reassured him, taking the jacket from him and draping it onto your own form.

perfect. perfect. perfect.

that was the word that always graced his mind every time he thought of you. you were absolutely perfect for him. objectively, maybe you did have some flaws the way all human beings do, but suguru does not look at those as flaws because they're a part of you. they're just your little quirks that he has grown to love. they're one of the reasons why you're you, and as a result, one of the reasons why he fell for you as hard as he did. they're all things that helped you guys stay together and be attracted to each other though it may be five years since you've met.

you're both still stuck in the honeymoon phase, it's been a number of years since you've graduated from university, you both have stable jobs now, a steady amount of income, enough to pay for rent, taxes, and every necessirty in between, and the future has never looked brighter for the two of you.

so bright in fact that suguru thinks it's time to take your relationship to a new level; one you've talked about before and agree with, you're ready and you want it with each other.

he added some finishing touches to the painting and made sure the velvet jewelry box was already securely in his pocket, then threw a gold-colored silk cloth over his artwork and waiting for you to come back home to him.

he already knew what your answer was gonna be, he's ninety nine percent sure that it's gonna be the answer he wants, but he can't help the anxiety that's crawling up his throat like poison ivy. it makes his tap his feet on the hardwood floor at an annoying fast rate that would alarm him if you were the one to be doing it. it makes him hyperaware of his surroundings, each drip, drop of the leaking faucet he promises to fix, the whirr of the fan in the corner of the room, each ticking of the clock tick, tock, tick, tock.

just five more minutes and you would be home.

time was molasses being poured from its can, so suguru daydreamed about the future he wanted with you: your dream wedding with all the important people in your life surrounding you, your favorite love song playing in the background, one of his paintings is on its steady easel, standing by where you sat together during the reception. you're at the top position in your job, less responsibilities, but more time to spend with him, his art's displayed at the biggest exhibits in japan, and he's never felt better.

the sound of the doorbell jiggling breaks him from his daydream though, and he jumps. his hands are shaking again, and he can feel his heart seemingly trying to beat its way out of his chest -- and maybe that's exactly what the muscular organ's trying to do, trying its best to find its way to you. after all, too many times has he said my heart belongs to you, maybe its time it actually happens.

the door opens to your tired looking face, worn down from work and stress, yet the moment you see him, it's like the tension dissolves into thin air. you light up like your neighbor's extravagant christmas lights and you throw your arms around him, "i'm home, suguru." mumbled into the cloth on his shoulder.

when your eyes drift to the covered easel behind him, your smile widens -- you never stopped being supportive and utterly in awe of his work. "you finished it?" your excitement has doubled because suguru hasn't shown you even a glimpse of this masterpiece. usually with his other workers, he'd allow you to watch him work or at least give you a sneak peek of it, but that wasn't the case for this particular one. it made you all the more curious about what it is and why he was keeping it a secret.

"yeah," suguru replies, pulling away from you and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "i uh. i really like this one." he approaches the canvas uncharacteristically silent. most of the time when revealing the final product to you, he's ecstatic. his passion carries onto his words, making them more lively and energetic.

what is it with this one?

"here, lemme just-" he grabs one end of the fabric and pulls, revealing the piece to you. a large chunk of his heart and soul - he would argue that it's the majority of his heart and soul, in fact - all spread out for you on canvas.

you gasped, walking forward slowly. once you were face-to-face with it, you felt the need to run your fingers over it, something suguru knew, leading to him nodding his head, non verbally saying that you could do it.

it's a painting of your first date: shadows were cast upon your face and you were speechless at the colors suguru used to do so, so meticulous, accurate, and stunning. he was wearing the tight turtleneck tank top, his jacket on your shoulders and your hand was in his -- he tried the lay-your-hand-palm-up-on-the-chair's-arm trick to get you to hold hands with him and it worked, to his surpise.

it was almost spot on, you wondered how he got every detail right, because the only thing that was different between your actual first date vs the painting of your first date was that in the painting, you had a diamond ring on your left right finger.

your eyes widened, and you whipped around to see your boyfriend down on one knee. "starlight, you know i've never been good with words. i express myself through my art. i lay my heart on each piece i make everyday, but today, i choose to take a break and lay my heart in your hands instead. will you marry me?"

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✉️. three of eight, kim hongjoong. falling behind.

romance was a huge aspect of life that you felt as though you were missing out on. but after meeting kim hongjoong, you felt like you were no long falling behind on it.

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you haven’t experienced love yet.

you don’t think you’ve even experienced liking someone properly and working to establish a relationship with them.

in reality, you started to think you’re not cut out for relationships. more so, that you just weren’t destined for a relationship, to experience love. and at some point, you were okay with that. being more focused on yourself proved to get you far, graduated high school as the top student and you’re now about to graduate from college and open your own business. a small little clothing line and thrift store, it was accomplished with ease because you didn’t let complicated things get in your way. (like relationships)

but it’s not like you closed yourself off to people, no. you had a lot of friends. you only closed yourself off from relationships to once again, focus on yourself.

but now that you’re graduating and life is continuing to move forward, you realize as you walk around campus, go grocery shopping, sit at a cafe, or even take a walk down the busy streets of seoul, couples were everywhere.

and then you look to your empty side where nobody has the liberty to walk next to you, the loneliness of your hand not wrapped around someone else's… it sort of felt like you were missing out on an important life experience.

it made you feel like even though you were miles ahead of everyone, this one hurdle was making you fall behind.

you can hardly see your friends anymore because they’re all in happy and healthy relationships, too busy with work and their significant others, and you don’t blame them, but they used to be the only way you could fend off this lonely feeling. even your best friend choi jongho, who was once like you and was closed off to relationships, got into one recently. you and him used to bond over the fact you were single and felt like relationships were a waste of time, but now…

you don’t even blame him, the guy needed a girlfriend.

but man, you really feel like everyone is moving forward and you're stuck in the same spot, with the same mindset that was threatening to shatter, which held you back from moving forward even more because you feared what lied in the unknown, you were scared of what love meant.

yet, you think you might be figuring it out. what love means.

“i really think you should distress the sleeves,” hongjoong said from behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he reached his other hand to point at the black denim jacket you were working on for your little thrift store brand.

“but i distressed the bottom hem of it already, would it look weird?” you asked him, trying to calm your beating heart down from the close proximity between you two, his chest pressing against your back and his head so close to yours, you could smell the sweetness of the blue raspberry lollipop that matched the color of his hair that you gave him earlier.

hongjoong shook his head on your shoulder and moved back to pull his phone out, muttering a small “hold on” as he unlocked the device.

you turned back to look at him before looking back forward, grabbing onto the edge on the table in a strong grip. you mentally took deep breaths in and out.

these emotions… they were overflowing. you’ve never felt this way before about anyone. this feeling of your heart banging against your chest, the fluttery feeling in your stomach and the red hot feeling rushing to your cheeks whenever hongjoong talks to you… you couldn’t describe this feeling, but you like it.

hell, you enjoy it more than you probably should.

you did feel like you were falling behind in the relationship aspect of life, but you had no thoughts to actually pursue the idea, choosing to just go with the flow of how things have always been.

but kim hongjoong came in like a storm, truly. it was merely an accident how you two met. you’ve been in the same fashion design class for awhile now, and also had the same business classes together, but never interacted.

but one night when your thoughts about relationships and everything got too far into your head, you found yourself stumbling into the 24 hour studio open to your fashion class to continue working on your final assessment project, to which kim hongjoong was there.

first it was simply helping each other out, then it was talking about each others dreams and future aspirations, then it came to always sitting together at class, going to lunches together, painting the walls of your apartment together, to asking him to help you with your thrift shop and clothing line, it was supposed to be just business and a new friendship at first… now, it’s gotten to the point of no return. for you, at least.

now it was doing all those things with the addition of butterflies in your stomach and constant bathroom breaks to calm the red flush on your cheeks whenever he says something that is a compliment towards you or just sounds any sort of sweet.

“see, it wouldn’t look bad if we did it this way.” hongjoong cut you off from your thoughts, putting his phone in your face to make you look at a reference photo he pulled up from pinterest.

you grabbed the phone from his hands, the sparks that you felt when your fingers lightly brushed his was enough to sprinkle pink along your cheeks and a giddy feeling to flow through your stomach.

“oh, you’re right.” you said, immediately going back to your professional act and putting the phone down on the table to look at it as you grabbed the sleeves of the denim jacket. “if we do it on the wrists, it’ll look fine.”

“right?” hongjoong said, coming up to your side and using a finger to pull his lockscreen down on his phone to check the time quickly. you two have been working on clothes since 12pm, and it was now bordering 8 at night. you acknowledged the time and the fact his wallpaper was a picture of you sleeping comfortably in your bed holding the stuffed animal he gifted you.

you felt like throwing up from all the emotions running through you, they all were so overbearing and intense, but they felt so good.

“it’s getting late.” you noted.

“sure is. wanna go on a date for dinner?”

“yeah–” you paused, slowly turning your head towards him with a squinted stare. “date?”

hongjoong laughed to himself, his eyes still on his phone as his bubblegum blue hair covered his eyes.

“a date, yeah.” he told you, turning his head to look at you sincerely.

the idea of love was originally something that was an obstacle in your mind, something that would prevent you from getting far in life because it was a distraction. you simply felt like you were solely cut out for being by yourself, focusing on yourself.

then love became something you were secretly envious of deep down. when everyone around you started to experience it, you felt like suddenly you didn’t have everything figured out in life, like you were missing something, that you were falling behind.

but kim hongjoong changed that. suddenly you were moving again, jumping the obstacle you so desperately wanted to avoid, to walk around. you were no longer feeling left behind, now you felt like you were complete.

“yeah.” you replied. “let’s do that.”

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Congrats on the 1000 followers. You deserve it. I’d love an ending to failed fic 10 please? It was really really cute. I don’t know if you need any details like in the usual rules, but if I do need to do that I had a cute idea that Sabo finds a letter in his locker similar to the letters he wrote that’s signed “the person you admire” and he turns and sees her waving to him and he gets more courage and ends in a smooch. But feel free to ignore that idea entirely because you probably have an idea that is like 100 times better. Thank you 💙

Yay, my first event request! I hope you enjoy this, I used your idea but changed it up a little. As a note, I did actually make the poem in this myself. I spent probably half an hour or more just trying to rhyme a couple of words!

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     Sabo watched you from across the classroom, head resting in his hand. How long had he admired you from afar? Normally he wasn’t a shy person, taking action, making his move, and often getting what he wanted, but with you, it was different. He couldn’t ever seem to find the words, his plans fell apart, and if he didn’t trip over his own feet, he ended up tongue tied. It was infuriating as he attempted time and again to tell you how he felt, he could tell you how he felt in letters, he’d sent you dozens of ‘secret admirer’ letters. Sticking them in your books when you weren’t looking, placing them in your purse while your back was turned, or bribing the coffee shop you frequented to stick them to your drink. He’d considered signing his name a number of times instead of writing ‘from your secret admirer’, yet always felt his hand shaking. What was wrong with him? How were you doing this to him? How was it that you turned him into a bumbling, stuttering mess. 

     Sabo closed his eyes, standing up and starting to walk over to you. He had to do this, he needed to tell you how he felt. Taking a deep breath, he tapped you on your shoulder as you packed your things up, getting ready to head home.

    “Hm? Oh, hi! You’re Sabo, right?” you said, giving him a friendly smile.

    “I uh, y-yeah.” Sabo said, sticking his hands in his pockets in an attempt to hide the shaking.

    “So what can I do for you?” you asked, head tilting adorably to the side. Sabo could already feel his cheeks heating up, how did you manage to be so cute without even trying?

    “W-well we have a few classes together and I’ve seen you around campus, so I-I uh, I was thinking, well, I mean, I know we don’t really know each other, but uh, I was hoping that maybe, that is, if you’d like to, perhaps, I could uh, t-take you to get some coffee? O-or maybe study together, s-since we’re in a lot of the same classes, that is.” Sabo stuttered out, feeling the blush start to crawl across his entire face. You smiled and giggled, making Sabo’s heart skip a beat.

    “I’d love to. How about we do both! I know of a great cafe where we can study. They’ve got really great coffee. Here, let me give you their address.” you said, quickly pulling out a piece of paper and writing the address and name down before handing it to him, “Think you’ll be able to find it alright?” you asked, giving him another stunning smile. Sabo’s heart skipped a beat as he looked down at you.

     “Yeah, yeah I can find it. I think I might have been there once or twice.” he said with a ‘nonchalant’ shrug. Once or twice? Try at least once a week when you got coffee. They were the coffee shop you almost always visited, the ones he bribed to stick notes onto your cup. He never went there while you were there, but he knew the place.

     Taking a deep breath, Sabo checked his appearance in the mirror for probably the tenth time this morning. He was meeting you at 2 and he really wanted to look his best without looking like he was trying too hard. If he looked too nice, you’d probably wonder what was wrong with him and start backing off. Similarly, if he was unkempt, you wouldn’t want to be with someone who was that much of a slob and leave.

     “Dude, will you chill? You’re gonna be fine!” Ace called from his place on the couch, leaning his head back to look at his brother.

     “First of all, I am chill. Secondly, you don’t know that. And third, you don’t know this girl, she’s far too amazing, I have to look good.” he said, giving his brother a light glare before checking his clothes again, smoothing them out and checking for anything that might be on them despite the fact that they were basically pristine. Ace just rolled his eyes at his brother but didn’t say anything further. If Sabo wanted to panic about his date, then fine. 

     Putting on a calm air and a smile, he sat down with you at one of the tables, setting his coffee down as the two of you pulled out your books.

     “Thanks for buying my coffee. You really didn’t have to.” you said with a sweet smile, one that had his heart racing. 

     “Of course, a g-gentleman should always buy the lady a d-drink.” he said, doing his best to remain cool. He had to remain cool! He couldn’t let you see what a stuttering, blushing mess you made him! Looking at you, the blond began to panic, noticing your brow furrow like something was wrong.

     “Everything alright, Y/n?” he asked, still trying to come off as calm and collected.

     “Yeah, I’m just thinking, it’s not really easy to study like this. Hold on.” you said, quickly pulling your chair next to his and sitting back down, “Much better. We’ll have an easier time looking at each other’s notes and books this way.” you said with another smile. He was pretty sure you’d be able to hear his heart with how close you were. The young man could smell what kind of shampoo and conditioner you used at this distance. All he could do was nod as he started studying with you, taking a short break after about half an hour to splash some water on his face. He needed to calm down! Taking a few deep breaths, he managed to calm his pounding heart. He could do this, he was Sabo, brother to Ace and Luffy, best in his martial arts class, and top scores for pre college politics! It was one date! Drying his face off, he headed back out to your table, sitting next to you once more. 

     Walking back into the school building, Sabo sighed. The study date had gone really well, you’d both gotten a lot done and you seemed to be happy to have his company. That being said, when he’d written you another short love note, he still couldn’t bring himself to sign his name. He was hopeless! At least, he felt hopeless. Approaching his locker, his brow furrowed. The edge of a light blue card stuck out the top. Quickly opening his locker, he easily caught the small card. It was fairly simple, a cute, blank card he must have seen in a thousand stores. Looking at the card in confusion, he opened it, his eyes darting across the page. 

“Roses are Red, 

Violets are blue, 

I have an admirer, 

I know that it’s you. 

You didn’t think that I’d notice, 

you think that you’re clever, 

from the corner of my eye, 

I caught you, however. 

These feeling you have,

They’re really endearing,

Rejection from me,

You need to stop fearing.

Please meet me under your favorite tree.

Signed, the girl you admire.”

     He wasn’t sure if his heart had stopped or was just pounding too hard and too quickly to register. Was… was this what he thought it was? Slamming his locker door, he took off at a dead sprint, skidding around corners and nearly crashing into walls as he sped through the halls. Sure enough, standing under the tree he always ate lunch under, was you, looking as cute as ever and holding something in your hands that he couldn’t quite make out. Another deep breath and he was walking up to you, a little sweat dripping from his temple from running, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, and his hands shaking. 

     “I-Is this really from you?” Sabo asked once he reached you, watching a smile spread across your face.

     “I was starting to wonder if you’d actually gotten it.” you said, making him swallow hard as he glanced back down at the card.

     “Your um, your poetry is really good. I didn’t know you had so many skills.” he said, unsure of what else to say.

     “Oh, not really. That took me all night to figure out. I have a thousand crumpled papers in my trash.” you said, making him chuckle.

     “It’s still cute. You mentioned I should stop worrying about rejection. Does that mean… that you like me back?” he asked tentatively, looking back up at you. You nodded, your cheeks dusted pink as you unwrapped the item you were holding. Inside was a box of his favorite sweets, his eyes widening. The bakery was on the other side of town! You would have had to wake up an hour early to get there, wait in line, and get back here in time! Sabo gently took the box, lifting it out of the way before caressing your cheek and pulling you into a kiss. You weren’t sure who melted more, him or you, both of you a bright pink when he pulled away.

     “So, then… Can I… does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” Sabo asked. 

     “I wish I could say something poetic as a yes, but all my poetry went into that note, so how about just an ‘absolutely’.” you said with a small giggle, making the blond chuckle.     “I’m framing this, by the way. The first thing I ever received from the best girlfriend in the world.” he said before giving you another soft kiss. Normally he didn’t get such sweet gifts, his heart didn’t pound like it was, he didn’t get flustered but you were different.

[nabibeans]

Honeyglows: seongjoong.

Disclaimer: another milf!hwa

•

Hongjoong tapped his pencil against the desk as he tried his hardest to focus on class; though it was a feeble attempt as his mind was currently racing, the only thing he could think of was being home to his sick girlfriend. Seonghwa had been sick for the past few weeks; barely able to get out of bed, or eat anything that wasn’t light on her stomach. She’d sworn she was fine though, in an effort to get Hongjoong to finally attend class on campus. Kim Hongjoong; 25 , was a music major. He wanted to focus on making music whenever he could, maybe produce a few songs and release an album. Seonghwa was always supportive of his dream; she’d wanted the best for him since the day they met, even if she herself had dropped out of college and focused on working at her parents cafe.

Seonghwa was older than Hongjoong; she was 34, yet Hongjoong didn’t mind that one bit. They had a really close bond and developed feelings for each other regardless of their age gap. Seonghwa was his best friend; his queen, the love of his life. Hongjoong would do anything to see her smile, even pulling the stars out of the sky just so she could have them to herself. When the bell finally rang signaling the end of class Hongjoong pulled out his phone; greeted by a photo message from seonghwa, tapping the image Hongjoong smiled. His beautiful girlfriend wore his oversized sweater; though it hugged her body well, especially her breast. Her short hair was tied in a ponytail and she was making a kissy face to the camera, “I miss you.” It read underneath. He typed back a quick, “I miss you too, I’m on my way home” before heading out.

•

Seonghwa tossed her phone to the side after reading her text messages from Hongjoong; leaping up she sprinted to the bathroom , falling to her knees in front of the toilet as she vomited again. She’d been nauseous, cold, and vomiting all morning for the past few weeks , but she wanted to wait for Hongjoong to get home before doing anything about it. She had a theory; but she wanted to make sure her boyfriend was present before anything, she wanted to share that moment together. So while Hongjoong was at school, Seonghwa went to buy a pregnancy test. She wasn’t sure if she could truly be pregnant; especially since the couple had only been together a few years now, getting up Seonghwa decided now was as good a time as any now that Hongjoong was on his way home to her. Grabbing the box from the bag, Seonghwa opened up the test, reading the directions before taking the test and placing it on the counter to wait.

It was a few moments later when Hongjoong came through the door to their apartment. “baby? I’m home! Where are you?” Seonghwa exited the bathroom; leaving the test on the counter as she moved over to her boyfriend, “welcome home babe!” The couple shared a sweet kiss, their lips molding perfectly together. “How are you feeling baby? You look better.” Hongjoong hugged her waist, not minding that he was a bit shorter than the woman. “Still nauseous, but I’m feeling better than I was this morning.” Her head rested on top of her lovers, enjoying the way he held her in his arms. “That’s good my love, I’m gonna change then we can watch a movie yeah?” , “of course! I just need to use the bathroom quickly.” The couple shared another kiss before going their separate ways, Seonghwa immediately grabbing the test when she entered the bathroom. Taking a breath and flipping over the white stick, two red lines greeted her. Seonghwa was pregnant; she was going to be a mother, tears began to flow freely as the woman covered her mouth. She had to tell Hongjoong now, he’d be so happy to be a father. Exiting the bathroom, she walked over to the man wrapping her arms around him once more making him smile, “what’s up babe?” Seonghwa looked up at her boyfriend before speaking, “I have something to tell you.” , “okay, what is it?” He asked concerned, his eyes softened. Seonghwa took a deep breath before showing him the test, “I’m pregnant!” Hongjoong gasped audibly, eyes wide and a smile on his face. “Oh my god!? You’re pregnant!? I’m gonna be a dad!?” He lifted up his girlfriend and kissed her lips deeply. Seonghwa couldn’t help but grin against his lips as her lover held her; they were going to have a baby, a family of their own. This was only the beginning of a new chapter.

•

•

Seonghwa was now four months pregnant; a small baby bump starting to show when she wore tight fitting clothes, Hongjoong had decided to start taking a few online classes so he could spend more time with his pregnant fiancée. The two had gotten engaged a month prior, on their four year anniversary. Of course Hongjoong’s friends wondered why he’s suddenly only started attending one class on campus; though Hongjoong wasn’t quite ready to announce Seonghwa’s pregnancy to them yet, they wanted to look for a nice house and get a new car before their baby arrived. Seonghwa had began to work from home as well, resting her laptop on her lap while she was curled up on the couch wrapped in blankets. Hongjoong himself started working at the local record shop; it paid more than his previous job, and he’d have weekends and holidays off to spend time with his fiancée and get things prepared for their baby’s arrival.

“Hey honey, how are you feeling?” Hongjoong kissed his fiancée’s head as he joined her on the couch after taking his exam in the bedroom. “I’m feeling okay, did you do well on your exam?” She pressed a kiss to his lips, letting her fiancé hold her. “I think so? It was pretty easy. I’ll find out in a few hours.” Hongjoong wrapped his lover up in a blanket as they cuddled up on the couch, kissing her forehead softly and placing one hand protectively over her baby bump. “Your bump is getting bigger, it’s cute to see it grow like that. Our baby is growing well.” He smiled fondly, making Seonghwa blush. “We have a healthy little one growing in there, our baby will be here before we know it. I’ve been looking at houses in the area and found one that’s close to where you go to school. I think we should tour it.” Hongjoong nodded in agreement, it would be nice to tour a potential house they were going to raise their baby in. “I’ll make an appointment to tour the house, you don’t even have to lift a finger okay?” Seonghwa nodded constantly, lacing her fingers with Hongjoong’s where they rested on her baby bump.

•

That very Friday the couple decided to tour the house; Seonghwa’s morning sickness was being kept at bay with nausea medication that would hopefully last the tour, though she did look very tired. “You okay honey?” Hongjoong asked as they got out of the car. “I’m fine, didn’t sleep well.” She smiled, even through her exhaustion. “Just let me know if you start feeling off.” The woman nodded, hugging her fiancé’s arm.

The house was perfect. A two bedroom with a large master bedroom and a smaller room obviously for a child, a large kitchen, a cozy living area, beautiful done bathroom. It was everything they could have wanted, and so it was theirs. Hongjoong and Seonghwa both smiled happily as they signed the necessary paperwork, this was their home now, the home where they’d raise their baby together. “It’s ours baby, can you believe it?” Hongjoong kissed his fiancée softly, holding her waist lovingly. “I can’t believe how beautiful it is, we chose a great home for our baby.” Another kiss was pressed to her fiancé’s lips. This couldn’t get any better.

•

•

It in-fact could get better; now six months pregnant, Seonghwa was finally getting married to Hongjoong. The day they’d been waiting for for months; the preparations had been slightly hindered by the pregnancy, but not too badly. Yeosang; Jongho’s wife, was helping Seonghwa with her dress. Her own baby strapped to her chest in a swaddle; something she’d been telling Seonghwa had changed her life after having her sweet Sarang, “how are you feeling bride to be? Ready to get hitched?” Yeosang smiled as she added the finishing touches. “I’m nervous; really fucking nervous, what if I trip walking down the aisle? What if I cry before we even get started?” , “Unnie, I threw up on Jongho’s shoes I was so nervous remember? Nothing you do can be that bad!” Seonghwa cringed, she did infact remember the whole ordeal. In yeosang’s defense; she had been heavily pregnant at the time, almost about to pop in fact. “I suppose that’s true, I think I’m ready. Thank you for everything Yeosang.” The two women shared an awkward side hug, being mindful of the baby Yeosang carried. “To think that after this; you’ll be one more step closer to having your son, does Hongjoong know it’s a boy yet?”

Seonghwa shook her head; rubbing her belly gently, “no, I want it to be a surprise. Actually, during the toast I planned for his friends to make the announcement. With my own personal twist.” She winked. Yeosang gasped and giggled, “oh you sneaky thing! He’s gonna love it! Now come on, let’s get you married!” Seonghwa nodded happily, following her best friend and maid of honor out the door hand in hand. The moment had finally arrived; squeezing her father’s hand nervously she stared ahead at her soon to be husband, who looked at her with the most lovestruck gaze she’d ever seen.

At 34 years old; Seonghwa didn’t think she’d ever find a man that wanted to marry her, she remembered all the crying, the boys who only wanted her body, the men who hit and yelled at her, the ones who cheated and broke her heart. Yet Kim Hongjoong had changed her life; showed her that she was worth loving, their first date had been so beautifully planned she wondered how a 21 year old man could make a 31 year old woman so happy, and the fact that he meant every sweet word he said, oh it made her fall so much harder. Once their hands were joined at the altar; the rest of the wedding went smoothly, Seonghwa was finally married to her husband, the man of her dreams. “You may kiss the bride.” Was all Hongjoong had needed to hear, kissing his bride’s lips tenderly. Seonghwa’s arms around his neck, their lips sealing their fate, they were now husband and wife. Nothing would separate them now.

Cutting the cake had gone exactly how Seonghwa expected; She’d grabbed a handful of cake to smash on her husband’s face which was in turn smeared onto her own as well, soft laughter filled the air as they kissed again. The now married couple happily cutting the cake properly after the mess; serving everyone before sitting down themselves, the guest had began to make their speeches. Seonghwa excitedly waiting for their planned gender reveal, the surprise Hongjoong had been pestering her about since they all sat down to eat. “You’ll see soon my love.” Her hand rested over her husbands as he fed his pregnant wife. “But I’m so impatient baby. You know that.” He smiled fondly at the woman in front of him; she looked absolutely stunning in her wedding dress, her baby bump even displayed nicely with the small lace window they’d added to the dress. “It’ll be worth it, now be a good husband and keep feeding your expecting wife.” She teased kissing his nose. Hongjoong only chuckled softly as he did what he was told.

Yeosang and Jongho had stepped up next to give their speech; making it short and sweet while Wooyoung and San bounced excitedly at the sides, Yunno and Mingi held the confetti canons behind the large potted plants next to the platform. Everything was going according to plan, just like how Seonghwa wanted it to.

“Now! We have a bit of a surprise for the groom~ all planned out by Mrs. Park.” Yeosang’s smile was unwavering, even with her fussy infant on her hip. “I think you’ll really like this Hyung!” Jongho smiled widely, taking his daughter from his wife so she could open the envelope she held. “Wooyoung and San; would you be ever so kind as the bring the groom?” The two men didn’t need to be told twice. Running over to grab their hyung to drag him to the stage; leaving a very confused Hongjoong and a giggling Seonghwa following behind, her smile wide and eyes glittering.

“Alright; Seonghwa requested that we did this on the most important night of her life, so we decided we’re going to help her reveal the gender of her baby.” The guest clapped excitedly, just as anxious to hear whether baby Kim was going to be a boy or a girl. Seonghwa held Hongjoong’s arm tightly, her head resting on his shoulder while he rubbed her back listening to his friends talk.

“Without further ado, let’s get on with it. “

Yeosang came between the couple as she opened the envelope. Blue paper butterflies came fluttering out; making Hongjoong flinch back with wide eyes, confetti began to rain down on them as well. Blue sparkles decorating the group of eight and the stage; Yunho and Mingi grabbed their friend from behind shaking him, “congratulations man!” When Hongjoong finally caught his breath he smiled widely at his wife, “it’s a boy! I’m having a son!?” Seonghwa confirmed with a nod, “our son.” Hongjoong scooped up his wife into a deep kiss, the guest clapping excitedly and cooing at the sweet couple. This was the best wedding ever!

•

•

Seonghwa was officially nine months pregnant; ready to pop at any moment and welcome her son into the world, Hongjoong was at her every beck and call now more than ever. Making sure his wife wasn’t straining herself, or that she was comfortable on their new couch, her feet propped up with pillows to help the swelling a bit. “How are you feeling baby? Need anymore pillows? A glass of water? Fruit?” Seonghwa looked up at her husband who stood over her, his eyes full of worry and love. “I’m okay honey, just relax. I’m not going to pop today.” She took his hands as he helped her to her swollen feet. “I could use a bubble bath though. Start one for me?” Who was Hongjoong to deny his wife? “Of course baby.” He kisses her lips softly, helping his wife waddle her way to the bathroom. Nearly half way there Seonghwa gasped suddenly, wetness running down her legs to the wooden floor beneath them, “did you just..” , “my water broke.” She confirmed with a painful nod, her hand moving to hold her large belly. “Shit. Fuck. Okay, let me get you to the car first!” Hongjoong lifted his wife into his arms walking as quickly as he could to their vehicle. Seonghwa tried to focus on her breathing in the meantime; her teeth clenched as painful contractions wracked her body, tears filling down the woman’s face as she finally succumbed to the pain. Fear, anxiety, nerves. They all overwhelmed the woman’s system as she.

Seonghwa wanted to deliver a healthy and happy baby; and her husband, who was running back to the car with every bit of baby essentials they needed would make that happen. “Okay I got our bag, car seat, and baby bag. Let’s go have a baby okay? I promise I won’t leave you.” Seonghwa nodded through her tears, her husband always made her feel calm and at ease even in times of stress. She could deliver this baby into the world as long as she had her husband by her side.

•

•

•

Hours later; Seonghwa had given birth to her son, Kyungmin Kim. Hongjoong cried holding his son for the first time, he looked just like his mother. Having her jet black hair, slightly arched nose and pouty lips. Their baby had finally been brought into the world; the Kim family was finally complete, “our son…he’s so perfect.” Seonghwa yawned sleeping as the baby nursed in her arms, his small body nestled against his mother. “That’s because he has an amazing mom.” Hongjoong leaned down to kiss his wife’s forehead gently. The older woman hummed in agreement; her eyes fluttering as she tried not to fall asleep, “he looks more like his handsome father.” She yawned softly, Hongjoong took note and took the baby once he was finished nursing. “You should sleep baby.” Seonghwa nodded. That she definitely needed, and so she did.

Seonghwa drifted off to sleep quickly, but not before smiling at her son and husband.

•end•

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 257

Leah

The flight had been long. Leah had not traveled to Earth many times, but she was learning to enjoy it. Robbie had dozed next to her after a long day of classes. Leah had occupied herself with some assignments Dr. Boyce had given her.

It was late when they reached the shuttle depot. Andre led the way and his team followed. One could argue that Andre was really more Leonard’s security, but Leo didn’t need him at the academy. On the other hand, Andre and his team had been to San Francisco, to Starfleet Academy and were familiar with it, making them a good choice to accompany the crown princess.

A short drive and they were in the lobby of a very pleasant hotel. Leah knew Leonard had arranged and taken care of everything and he had chosen well apparently.

“Robert!” called a familiar brogue and a moment later Alasdair was hugging his grandson. Leah looked behind them where Granddad had come from.

“Hello Granddad,” Leah said as the older man turned to her. She quickly hugged him tightly.

“Where’s Mum?” Robbie asked the question Leah was wondering as well.

“She’s getting a table.” Granddad gestured to a small restaurant behind them. “She thought ye might be hungry after that long flight.”

Leah shared a glance with Robbie.

“That sounds good,” she nodded.

“Your highness?” Averie said quietly.

“Yes?” Leah turned around to face the female member of Andre’s team.

“All checked in. Keys for you.” She handed them to Leah.

“We’ll run the bags up then join you,” Robbie said to Granddad.

“No need sir,” Averie said quickly. “Andre and Anthony are already taking care of it.”

Granddad chuckled. “Let’s go see yer mum then.”

Leah snuggled in tight as Robbie wrapped his arms around her when they had settled into bed. They’d had a quick, light meal with Francine and Granddad then all had gone to their rooms. They’d be up very early after all to surprise Scotty.

The crown princess closed her eyes and listened. She had not stayed in a hotel in ages and never with Robbie before. It was strange to hear the muffled sounds of the city. At home the palace was away from such noises.

“It’s noisy,” she giggled against Robbie’s chest.

“Too loud?” Robbie asked, concerned immediately.

“No, just different. Sort of soothing I guess,” Leah said. “Guess I should get used to it if I have to travel.” She tilted her face up and met Robbie’s lips.

“What travel?” Robbie asked. Leah could just make out his confused look in the bit of light coming through a crack in the curtains.

“Diplomatic things and such. Keep up relations with others in the Federation. At some point Father will take me with him, or even send me alone perhaps.” Leah yawned.

“Alone?”

Leah ran a hand along Robbie’s back. “With security,” she reassured him. “Probably Dr. Boyce as well.” She yawned again. “It won’t be for a while, don’t worry. Get some sleep; we’ve got to be up early.”

The cafe Leonard had chosen for them to surprise Scotty was warm and homey. Leah squeezed Robbie’s hand; she could sense his excitement at surprising his brother.

“Any minute,” Francine said quietly. She tucked a comm back into a pocket. “It’s been ten minutes since Leonard said they left campus.”

Leah reached with her free hand for the tea in front of her. It had cooled just enough to not burn her mouth and she took a sip.

“There they are,” said Granddad. He could see out the window and down a bit of the street. He stood up and the other three at the table followed suit. The three members of the security team were sitting nearby at another table out of the way. Though they could still move quickly into action if anything were to happen.

Leonard opened the door of the shop and gestured to Scotty to enter first.

Scotty’s face broke into a wide grin.

“Leah! Robbie!”

“Bràthair!” Robbie got to Scotty first and the pair hugged tightly. Leah gave Leonard a quick hug and waited for her turn to greet her brother in law.

Part 258

Scotty

“Oh my gosh, I cannae believe that ye are really here! I mean… I kinda had the feeling that the two of ye would come, but it’s still so great to see ye!” Scotty exclaimed after he had hugged both his brother and sister-in-law.

Leah sent him a bright grin.

“And it’s great to see you too. Mother and Father send you their best regards. They would have loved to come with us, but you know how it is. A king’s duty and stuff like that,” the princess explained, shrugging her shoulders.

Scotty waved a hand at her.

“I understand. Tell them that it’s no big deal. After all, we’ll see each other for Christmas.”

“Come on, let’s all sit down. I bet ye lads are just as hungry as we are,” Francine said to Scotty and Leonard.

They all found a place to sit around the table and it didn’t take too long for breakfast to get served.

“So? Who’s idea was this?” Scotty eventually asked with a smile. He glanced at his husband, already expecting him to be the mastermind behind everything.

“It was Robbie’s idea, in first place. I just planned everything so that it would work without any problems,” explained Leonard, feeling the eyes on him.

“It is so lovely. Thanks to ye I get to see both of me lads,” Francine said, squeezing the hands of both of her sons. Scotty was sitting on her right, while Robbie had taken the chair to her left.

Leonard smiled at her.

“I’m always glad if I can be of service.”

They chatted a bit about how Robbie and Leah’s flight had been and where they were staying, all while enjoying the lovely food.

“So, this is San Francisco, huh?” Leah eventually asked, looking out of the window. “Can you show us around after breakfast? Or at least show us the oh-so-popular Starfleet Academy?”

Scotty chuckled and gave her a nod.

“I’m quite sure that we can do that, lassie. Right?” He glanced at Leonard, not sure if his husband had different ideas or more surprises planned for the day.

“We can,” Leonard agreed.

“Well then, we’ll leave ye young folks to it. Maybe we can meet again for dinner,” Alasdair suggested once they had left the cafe.

“Of course. That’s a great idea,” Leah said. She appeared to be really happy and excited to be out of the palace and Scotty hoped that it would be a relaxing weekend trip for her and Robbie.

Francine hugged all of them extra tight before they headed separate ways.

After Scotty and Leonard had shown the academy to their siblings, Leonard led the way back into town. Scotty had no idea where they were going, but it seemed like Leah and Robbie knew for they exhanged smiles the whole time.

“Starfleet Academy looks interesting enough, but the university of Georgiares is really good too. I hope that I can show ye around the next time ye visit,” Robbie said to his brother and Scotty nodded. He really looked forward to that.

He couldn’t help but shake his head the slightest bit when he thought about how upset he had been at first when Robbie had told him that he wouldn’t join Starfleet. He had thought that it would tear them apart. But it hadn’t. Not the slightest bit.

Robbie was still a part of his life, even though they were studying at different schools. Nothing could ever tear apart what they shared. The brotherly bond kept them tied together. And it always would.

[starryeyedjanai]

*slides a 🔀 into your ask box* so I hear you're also into photocheer?

i like the vibes of photocheer so much! for the song, i shuffled my everyday playlist and got proof by methyl ethel!

What can you see? See I've been barely taking notice What can you see now? - What can you see? Sign language, one hand in the pocket What can you see now? - What can you see? Feet walking circles in the carpet What can you see now?

i'm thinking about a college au where chrissy sees jonathan around campus always taking pictures and she wants to learn to see what he sees through photography, because she's spent so much of her life feeling sheltered, feeling like she can't ever really open her eyes and sees what's in front of her

so she asks him to help her get better at photography and he's a little reluctant at first because he doesn't know how to teach someone this, he just kind of sees things and notices them, but he agrees because chrissy is so sincere and genuinely wants to learn

so i imagine one of their first lessons is noticing things, so he's pointing stuff out to her, trying to get her to start looking at things

"What can you see?" he whispers to her when they're walking around campus and he notices the two people closing the cafe are joking around and dancing to music as they clean and he itches to pull his camera up to get a shot of it.

They stop walking and she looks around. "I don’t know," she says after a minute. So he grabs his camera and gets a good shot and shows it to her.

they keep this up all semester, walking around campus until it gets too cold, and then they're inside jonathan's apartment building or the library or the lecture halls, looking for things to take pictures of. they keep practicing and chrissy gets better at noticing things around her

so much so that she notices the way jonathan looks at her, like she's maybe something precious, like he's afraid to look at her for too long because it might reveal something about him

and here i'm focusing in on the lyrics If you want to, want to, want to, want to

because chrissy is used to not really having a say in a lot of things in her life before she goes off to college (pressure from her parents, pressure from past boyfriends and friends)

but it's different with jonathan. she feels comfortable with him and it feels like they're on the same page about where this might be heading. she likes him a lot and she wants to make sure he knows it

so she kisses him one day, kind of scared and shaky because of it and he pulls back and she's thinking that he doesn't want to and is about to start beating herself up because of it

but he just brushes her hair out of her face and says, "I didn't stop because i don't want to. it just feels kind of like maybe you might not want to?" because she's shaking and she hadn't even realized it.

"i want to," she insists, but she's breathing heavier like she might be panicking, so maybe she doesn't actually want to? she doesn't know, she feels so confused because she likes jonathan so much and it seems like he likes her and kissing is obviously the next step right? so why is she still shaking?

"we don't have to do anything you don't want to," he says gently, and she starts breathing easier again. "I like you a lot. but we don't have to kiss if that's not something you want. i only want to do what you want to."

and maybe she's a little teary about it, because she's never really felt like her feelings mattered? but jonathan saying that kind of unlocks something in her that realizes there was probably a lot of stuff she's done that she didn't actually want to (and that she should definitely get therapy for)

she wipes the tears from her eyes. "okay. i dont think i want to kiss you right now. but i want to in the future," she insists.

"only if you want to. and when you want to, okay?" he says, and she nods.

and maybe it takes a while for her to want to, but jonathan takes her out on dates without ever expecting her to kiss him or anything else and they keep up the photography lessons and she gets better at it, feeling like her eyes are wide open for the first time in her life.

and when they do kiss, it's not a finally moment, it just feeling like coming home, it feels familiar and safe

[silverhallow]

sorry to bother you, but I can't stop thinking about au, where Eloise find out about benophie in Joey's way, while Sophie was working at Number 5

Okay so I had something like this planned but not about number 5…

Anyone remember the Busy Beens Cafe… cause if so… here’s a little Drabble about the coffee shop AU and how Eloise found out about why her brother loved the coffee shop so much…

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Busy Beens was Eloise’s favourite place on campus. It was owned by Sophie Beckett and Eloise had grown close to the blonde woman and her step-sister Posy who helped her run it.

It was in the middle of campus and it had the best coffee and the best pastries.

Eloise had heard about it from her brother Benedict who had gone to the University before her and so Eloise had gone in and she’d immediately hit it off with the two girls who ran the shop.

Little did Eloise know the reason why Benedict was such a frequent visitor to the little cafe…

Benedict had fallen in love with Sophie the first time he had gone into the cafe, getting away from a thunderstorm… it had been his last year of his masters when he discovered it.

Sophie had been lovely and kind and let him stop in the cafe for two hours and they had talked and he had helped her clean the place as a thank you for the refuge from the rain.

Once it was clean she gave him a lift back to his dorm. He had found out that she owned the cafe as it used to be her mothers and she’d spent years renovating it as all she’d ever wanted to be was a baker and after that, he went back every day.

Desperately trying to work up the courage to ask Sophie out.

In the end it was Sophie who made the first move. It had been Christmas and she’d decorated the place and as Benedict helped her put something on a shelf out of her reach he realised it was under mistletoe.

Sophie went onto her tip toes and kissed him “sorry I’ve just… wanted to do that for a while now…”

Benedict wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back, more deeply and passionately before saying “same”

Sophie blushed as they broke apart and from that moment, they were inseparable but only Posy knew about them.

They wanted to keep it a secret for a little bit, them it wasn’t that they were ashamed or scared but Benedict’s family were Nosy enough and Anthony had a budding career as a politician and Benedict was becoming a well known fashion photographer and Sophie’s father was famous in his own right and they didn’t want the pressure on them.

They managed to keep their secret for 6 months, 6 blissful months of just them and their own little bubble…

Until one morning when Benedict had stopped at Sophie’s and brought her to the cafe and she’d insisted on cooking him breakfast before he went to work whilst her morning bakes were on.

Sophie had completely forgotten that Eloise had left her computer the night before and was coming for it first thing before her lecture and she’d been saying goodbye to Benedict, perched on the serving bar, her legs wrapped around his waist as they kissed when Eloise walked in.

The very loud gasp broke them apart… “you!! And you…. And what?!??!” She said pointing between Benedict and Sophie “you… No!!! No you can’t!!! You can’t ruin this for me… no Ben you… just…”

“El calm down.” Benedict said

“I can’t calm down!!! This.. you… no!!! You don’t do relationships!!! No!!! I can’t have you ruining this!!”

“El… it’s…” Sophie tried to say but Eloise was off at a million miles an hour and neither of them could understand a word she was saying.

“Eloise Sybilla Bridgerton will you just SHUT UP!!?” Benedict roared

“Sybilla?” Sophie Giggled and Benedict smiled

“I… what?!?” Eloise snapped realising she has been full named by her brother

“Look I get that this is a shock but I’m not just fucking about with Sophie… it’s why I started coming here. Why I told you all about this place… we’ve been seeing each other since Christmas.”

“CHRISTMAS?!?!” Eloise yelled

“Eloise please!” Sophie said getting down off the counter.

“I can’t… this is… He messes about with women… Gen… Tessa it’s never serious!” Eloise said

“I love her El… i…” Benedict announced

“What?!” Sophie squeaked

“Oh shit….”

“You love me?!” sophie asked

“You love her???” Eloise echoed

Benedict blushed “yes. Soph I love you, I loved you from the moment I met you. I just… have been waiting for the right moment to tell you… and apparently in front of my panicking sister is that moment…” he groaned

“I love You too” Sophie said as she wrapped her arms around Benedict and he kissed her softly.

Eloise cleared her throat.

“Sorry” they both said blushing

“Does anyone else know?” Eloise asked

“Only Posy… we weren’t quite ready to tell everyone yet…” Sophie said

“So please don’t say anything until we are ready El…” Benedict begged

“What’s in it for me?” Eloise asked

“Two free coffees a week and a pastry with each one” Sophie said immediately

“Make it three and you have a deal” Eloise said

“Done” Sophie said having been prepared to go to four…

Eloise smiled “good, Ben you’ve got great taste in girlfriends… Sophie… not so sure l. you could do so much better than him” she grinned as Benedict scowled “but I’ll take my first coffee, a cinnamon swirl and laptop please, lecture is in half an hour and I don’t want to be late”

Sophie hurried off to make the coffee and Benedict smiled said “see you tonight?” And Sophie nodded and blew him a kiss before he left.

It took a week after Eloise found out before they ended up telling everyone…

All because Colin found out Eloise was getting free food and wanted to know why and had only been told Eloise had walked in on Sophie with her boyfriend… and he’d started turning up at all hours trying to catch her… and having ended up seeing Posy with her boyfriend and mortifying her…

Sophie realised it was probably time…

[missywritesfor7]

🌺 Promise Flower | PJM 🌺

Synopsis: Jimin is a popular dance student and the best one at his university. Mina is a photography student and has known Jimin since high school. An idea for a photo project finds Mina getting closer to him than she ever has before. She learns how big his heart is, but also learns how closely he guards it. Every time she thinks he'll let her in, he pulls away again. Is it even worth the trouble?

Pairing: college student!Jimin x fem!oc

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 1: Let’s Dance ||

A new year has started and I’m excited to begin my junior year as a photography major. Soon I’ll be graduating and on my way to becoming a great photographer and hosting my own exhibits that even celebrities will want to go to.

Wishful thinking, but either way I’m excited to be that much closer to graduating and starting my career in photography.

“What are you going to do for your semester project, Mina?” My friend Taehyung asks. We met freshman year as photography majors and seem to have nearly every class together since then. He’s become my best friend at the school and my wine partner when I need to let off steam.

“I don’t know,” I respond taking a bite of my bagel as we sit in the cafe that’s conveniently located in the art building on campus. “Why would he put something so heavy on us like that and only give us a short time to decide on a subject?”

This semester our photography professor gave the class a project where we choose a subject and follow them throughout the semester. The final project is worth nearly half my grade so I know I have to do perfect on it.

“I don’t know,” Taehyung says. “But we have to figure something out.”

“Ugh,” I sigh struggling to think of an idea. “What about following one of the sports teams through their season?”

“That would be fine if we actually had any fall sports at this school,” Taehyung huffs.

Our university is one of many (but few) that don’t have a football team, or volleyball team, or any other Fall sport schools typically have. Sports are basically nonexistent until basketball season starts. Too bad we’re not taking this class in the spring.

“Well shit,” I sigh. “What about a series of self portraits where I document myself increasingly losing my shit as the semester goes on?”

“Let me know how that goes,” Taehyung laughs. “I’ve got class, I’ll see you later.” I wave as he grabs his bags and heads off down the hall.

My next class isn’t for another hour so I hang in the cafe a little longer before I decide to wander the halls to kill time. I always enjoy going through the halls of the art building and passing rooms where masterpieces are being created whether on canvas or through music. The music especially is my favorite.

As I’m strolling along I come to one of the dance rooms with the door open. There’s a soft classical track playing and inside a petite figure is moving across the floor with fluid motions. His body floats seamlessly on the waves of the music and I almost want to pull out my camera to capture how flexible his body is. It’s almost as if he’s made of rubber rather than skin and bones. He makes a turn and his eyes meet mine.

“Mina!” He says with a smile.

“Jimin?” I say finally realizing who I had been watching.

Jimin and I went to high school together, and while we weren’t incredibly close, we still had a few classes together and became friends. When we started college we would still run into each other from time to time since we both are majoring in the arts. I wouldn’t necessarily consider him my “bestie”, but he’s definitely a cool friend.

“What are you doing here?” He asks pausing the music and waving me into the room.

“I was just walking around until my next class. Are you already busting your ass on a routine when it’s just the second week of the semester?” I joke.

It’s no secret that he’s one of the best dancers at the school. He’s been dancing his entire life and has won many awards. I’m sure the school was excited when they saw he wanted to attend here of all places as a dance student. But it’s also no secret that he tends to be quite hard on himself. Pushing himself to his very limits for the sake of improvement. He doesn’t know how to take it easy, but I guess it’s hard to when he’s trying to maintain his position at the top of the class, which is constantly being threatened by another great dancer.

“There’s no resting for the best dancer at the school,” he smiles.

“Oh, is Hoseok practicing right now?” I tease looking around.

Jimin playfully huffs while scrunching his face at me. Hoseok is the other best dancer at the school and although he and Jimin have completely different dance styles, they both are constantly going back and forth in rankings for the top spot in the dance program.

Despite that, and everyone else constantly making this out to be some sort of heated rivalry between them, they’re actually best friends and roommates. They find it funny that people assume they would hate each other and tend to joke about it more than they take any of it seriously.

“Anyway!” He says playfully trying to move past my teasing. “I have a recital at the end of the semester and I’m trying to decide what dance I want to do.”

“You have to plan a recital already?”

“It’s basically our final exam so I want it to be perfect. I’m just having a hard time coming up with something that I think will be good enough.”

“Oh come on, anything you do will be more than good enough. Even the little I just saw you doing was amazing.”

“Really?” He asks as if he’s not the winner of numerous gold medals from a lifetime of dancing excellence.

“Jimin please,” I laugh. Just then the gears in my head start turning and I get hit with an idea. “You know what? I have to follow a subject through the semester for my photo project. What if I did a photo series of you?”

“Me? Why?”

“Jimin you’re a man with no bones. That would look incredible in pictures. I could follow you as you prepare for your recital. I’ll even let you have copies of all of the photos. It’s perfect!”

He takes a moment to think on it, definitely being hit with a wave of shyness and embarrassment from the sudden praise. I try to give my best puppy eyes to convince him.

“Fine,” he resolves with a smile. “As long as you make me look good.”

“You don’t need me for that,” I laugh. “I still have about 15 minutes before my next class, can I try some test shots while you keep practicing?”

“Now? I look terrible,” he says hiding behind his hands.

“Calm down,” I laugh. “They’re test shots, I just want to get a feel for the way you move and try to figure out how I want to approach this.”

“Ok ok.” He stands up and turns his music back on as I pull out my camera and get ready for him to begin.

The next 15 minutes I watch as he dances back and forth across the floor. I don’t know much about contemporary dance at all, but I know that he looks amazing doing it. I take lots of photos of him using different angles and camera settings. It’s hard to tell on the tiny camera screen if they’re any good, but hopefully when I pull them up on my computer I’ll have enough to help me decide on the focus of my project.

Before I leave for my next class he tells me he’ll let me know his practice schedule so we can do this again with much more time to spare. I’m just happy to have a subject for my project, and thankfully it’s someone I know to keep it from being totally awkward.

After my class I go home to my apartment and am surprised to see my roommate Jin sitting on the couch. He’s a theater major, and like the rest of us in the arts, he spends most of his time somewhere on or off campus perfecting his craft. To see him at home at a normal time is rare.

“Did you see me in the paper??” He asks enthusiastically holding up a copy of the school’s student run newspaper.

“Why were you in the paper?” I ask taking the paper and skimming through an article written right next to a large photo of his brightly smiling face.

“Because I’m so handsome,” he says with a cheesy grin.

“That can’t be it,” I tease.

The article actually talks about how he had been casted in his third leading role in the theater department so early in the semester. He transferred here from community college last year and has pretty much taken the school by storm since then. It also mentions how he’s always a sought after person to host campus events thanks to his natural ability to entertain an entire crowd, whether he’s hosting a charity game show for one of the school clubs, or a luncheon for professors, he can always get laughs out of people.

“Of course that’s why!” He playfully boasts. “The rest is just filler.”

“If you say so,” I laugh.

“That’s not the best part though!” He says in excitement. “My friend JK said he would take video of me and edit it into a highlight reel so I can use it to send to agencies. Before you know it I’ll be all over the tv! Should I give you my autograph now?”

“I’ll pass,” I joke handing him the paper back.

“Whatever,” he says playfully rolling his eyes. “I think Namjoon really captured my charm in this story.”

He smiles big and bright as he continues boasting about his first feature in the newspaper. I won’t mention that I know he most likely got the feature because the reporter, Namjoon, and Jin are good friends. Not that it makes a difference because Jin is still an amazing actor and has more charisma than I’ve ever seen in one single person. If he wasn’t friends with the newspaper’s art beat writer then he would still catch everyone’s attention one way or another. I’m just surprised it took this long for him to be featured in anything.

Later in the evening Jimin texts me his practice schedule. He mentions that he’s actually going to spend the week planning out his choreo, which he does on paper, and tells me that probably wouldn’t be interesting in photos, but I insist on capturing every step in the process. If I’m going to have a series from start to finish, then I want to get every little detail I can.

We set aside time for me to go by his apartment tomorrow while he works on it. It turns out that he lives in the complex next to mine so that works out perfectly. We live on a street of apartments that aren’t affiliated with the school but are mostly rented by students. I chose this over school sponsored housing just in case I wasn’t able to find anywhere else to live after graduation. I figured it would be much easier this way instead of scrambling for a new home once I’m done with school.

The next evening I go over to Jimin’s apartment once we’re both done with our classes for the day. He takes me to his room and I prep my camera to take shots of him drawing and scribbling in his notebook.

I don’t know anything about dance, but I’m learning that dancers don’t just go out on the floor and start moving, they actually draw everything out and make lots of notes.

Jimin plays a piano track over and over on his phone as he draws out every detail of his choreography in his notebook. As I’m taking pictures of him I can’t help but notice that this is a different song than the one he was dancing to yesterday.

“Did you change the song?” I ask when he takes a moment for a sip of water.

“Yeah, it’s a song Yoongi had been working on all summer. He let me listen to the final arrangement and it was perfect. We decided to make it a joint recital and he’ll play live as I dance. And he’ll make me look good! Do you know how many people I can get to see my performance if I say Yoongi will be playing live?”

Yoongi is another top student at the school. He’s one of the best pianists this school has ever seen, and he already has a few professional producing credits under his name. I’ve met him a few times before but he’s usually short of words. I can’t exactly tell if he’s terribly introverted and shy or if he thinks he’s too good to say much to anyone else, but I try to give him the benefit of the doubt since I don’t really know him that well.

“You really got Yoongi to agree to play for your recital?”

“Why are you so surprised?”

“I’m not,” I laugh. “It’s just that he doesn’t seem to even talk to anyone, I just don’t know how you got him to play your recital.”

“I know how he seems to everyone, but he’s actually really cool deep down. And really nice! I didn’t even have to beg him to do my recital, he agreed right away!” Jimin beams with his big smile that presses his eyes shut rendering him happily blind. I can’t help but smile back at his contagious enthusiasm.

He spends more time planning his choreography and taking brief moments every so often to talk to me. I tell him he can pretend I’m not there but he says it feels weird to not acknowledge me every once in a while. As we’re getting ready to wrap up Hoseok comes home with a large pizza in tow.

“Mina!” He shouts. “I didn’t know you would be here!” He sets the pizza down on the kitchen counter and gives me a big hug.

Hoseok and I have seen each other from time to time, and although we’re not close, he always greets me with a big smile and a hug as if we’re old buddies. He has a very bright personality which is almost the opposite of the dark dominating persona he has when he’s dancing. He’s like a different person on stage it’s a bit scary.

“Do you want some pizza?” He asks as Jimin is already grabbing a slice out of the box.

“Sure, I could eat.” I say making myself comfortable on one of their barstools.

I end up spending another two hours in their apartment enjoying pizza and chatting. Our discussions are mostly focused around our classes and semester projects. Jimin is stuck with one of the worst professors for art history and Hoseok and I offer him our condolences as we’ve both already suffered through that class in previous semesters.

Jimin and I plan to meet again next week in one of the practice rooms so I can begin getting shots of him in action. I’m excited about this project now. Jimin is a great dancer and it would give my portfolio a major boost to have photos of him in it. Knowing that he’ll also be working with Yoongi makes me even more ecstatic. The two of them are the greatest this school has probably ever seen, I just know their recital will be incredible!

[frailtierx]

You're but you were

Prompt: I was just lying in bed trying to rest and then suddenly, I was hit by the realization that "you're" is a contraction of "you" and "are" but, although perceived as grammatically incorrect, "you're" could probably also mean "you were" and it pains me to think that the sentence "you're the love of my life" could mean "you were the love of my life"

Characters: Jihoon x Seungcheol, Jihoon x Soonyoung

Genre: Slowburn mild angst

I stared at the man beside me. He's definitely asleep. His short lashes. His soft pink lips. His soft cheeks. He could only count the times he's met him or more like he's seen him home.

"Stop staring at me already. Do you need something?" Ji said with his eyes closed.

" Are you free tomorrow? Let's have a date?" Sc suggested. He missed this man already. He's busy with work most of the time.

"I can't. I need to meet with Soonyoung tomorrow. He'll be releasing another song so we need to prepare for the production."Ji answered in his tired voice.

"I-" Sc was about to tell him something when Ji turned his body in the opposite direction.

"Whatever you're gonna say, keep it for tomorrow. It's late." Ji finally said and Sc decided to press his own back to the bed and stare at the ceiling.

It has happened a whole lot where Ji would move a scheduled date or cancel it at most just to accommodate work or Soonyoung. Not gonna lie, he's jealous of the man occupying his husband's time but he can do nothing because work is work and work is Ji's priority more than him. It sucks but he learned to tolerate it. He stayed in this marriage which led to where they are now.

Ji wasn't like this before. They were the campus couple. Both of them graduated college with flying colors proving to everyone that having a romantic relationship is not a hindrance to getting good grades. Everyone envies them. They could be seen dating practically everywhere: movie date, library date, cafe date, picnic date. Name it and they might have done it.

That's it and they've reached their common goal which was to graduate with flying colors and after which their next goal was to have a job. For Sc, it was easy as a business graduate. He immediately got a job from a famous company that was listed in the Fortune 100 magazine, but Ji wasn't that lucky.

As a media production graduate, getting into the music production world isn't an easy pie at all, and having seen how easy it was for Sc, he felt like he was losing his ground. Sc was busy as hell as he was still from the bottom of the company, while Ji used this time to create connections inside the music world.

In the midst of Sc's promotions, Ji got lucky and met a good music label for cooperation. Everything's going fine and the two feeling all the luck in the world decided it's time to tie two ends of the string and got married.

Well, that's a start and although they both got married, Sc got his promotion and Ji got a partnership, the two almost no longer met for a long time.

There were times they'd sleep on the same bed but the moment the other awoken, the other would be gone already. Sc has fixed schedules of 8 am - 5 pm work but Ji's isn't fixed because there would be a time that the artist would only be available at a certain time, at worst it'll be in the middle of the night and he had to continue the editing after the recording which would take for more hours due to revisions or simple changes.

Ji's production grew and he finally got to the point where he found his own label and crew. When he thought he could finally handle his own time, he was mistaken as he got busier than ever because of meetings and his hands-on participation in all major production.

And that is the complete opposite of whatever is happening in Sc's life. As he got his promotion after promotion, the loads he was handling, although it's getting more valuable, he's no longer doing fieldwork, thus freeing himself after doing all the paperwork. He can even work from home if there are no important meetings with clients or monthly evaluations.

Staying at home, waiting for Ji, having short talks, and cooking for his husband have been the dailies for Sc. Since there were no major productions and his label is handling new pop-up artists, he has given most work to his crew so aside from important meetings, he was mostly at home.

It was happy... but it was different. It's like putting two familiar people inside a room with no idea of what's going on with each other's life but there's this certain obligation that they have to talk. SC is trying to work it out which is why he's doing most of the talking.

You can say it somehow is working out but the familiarity is just familiarity and still lacks the right tone.

Weeks passed and Sc woke up alone once again in bed. There's a text on his phone, and maybe it was due to the regular short talks, Ji notified him about the new big artist that will be under their label.

You know that feeling when you want to be jealous of someone and although you have the right to do so, you can't because they're not doing anything wrong since it's all part of the job? That's how it is for Sc.

It's back to the past when Ji would have no time to come back home. The only time he'd know whatever is happening to his husband would be when his Twitter notified him that user SyKwon has posted.

It would be about his tiger agenda but most of the time it'd be about how Ji would tolerate this agenda of his.

Sy would post having dinner with the Production Director Woozi.

Sy would post Prod. Dir. Woozi editing through the night and Sy would be there at the back drinking coffee and prepping snacks for Prod. Dir. Woozi.

Sy would post a tired sleeping Prod. Dir. Woozi and encourage his husband in his post.

Sy would post the two of them having fun during productions like him messing up on purpose to get Prod. Dir. Woozi to smile.

Another notification came in, Sy posted: Thanks Ji for making the beats to prove to everyone I'm a tiger and not a hamster. Everyone, here's a short funny rap. #justforfun #Horanghae

Woozi replied: Np Soons. If you're happy with it. :)

Sc was mad? But not ragingly mad - yet he's still mad. Like where's the Prod. Dir. Woozi? Why is it just "Ji"? Are they that familiar with each other? How long did they two stay with each other just to be this close?

Today, he decided to bring lunch for Ji. He usually does but oftentimes he had it delivered to the universe factory- Ji's office instead of him bringing it personally.

It was an hour before lunch and when he came, he saw Ji in his office reading some official documents.

"You're secretary told me to just come in since you're not doing anything important aside from reading," Sc said after he knocked on the clear glass door.

"Oh. You're here. You should have texted me at least. Please get yourself seated on the couch" Ji said as he stood to come to the lounge of his office.

"Why did you bring lunch personally? You should have it delivered next time. I know you're busy too." Ji told him as they were unpacking the lunch.

"Please stay for lunch. It's quite early and I think you haven't had one yet. Uhmm... Can you wait a bit? I'll be right back. I'll just call someone." Sc nodded his head as Ji stood up and took his phone from the work desk to call someone.

"Hello. Come here to my office and let's have lunch." Sc heard. The call was brief and Ji went back to the lounge area. a minute or two after the glass door opened loudly.

"Ujiiiii, I'm here! Where's lunch?" Sy excitedly said as he scram to sit next to Ji. Maybe it's a habit or something Sy has been used to that there were only the two of them in the office so he hasn't noticed the third pair of eyes that was shocked at the sudden barging of this familiar unfamiliar person.

"Soons, I've been telling you to slowly open the door. It'll be dangerous if your actions cause the hinges to loosen and by the way, you two haven't met yet." Ji said calmly as he reprimands Sy.

That's also when Sy sat properly as he found out there was another person in the room.

"So Soons, this is my Husband. Seungcheol. and Hon, this is our number 1 artist on the label, Soonyoung. " Ji introduces the two.

"Hi! I'm Soonyoung. It's nice to meet you." Sy raised his hand for a handshake. It took a few seconds for Sc to respond because first, this man is seated next to his husband when there's another open seat. Second, Uji? That's a new one. Third, it's been a long time since his husband has called him Hon. It's always "you" or none at all.

"Oh. Hi. I'm Seungcheol. Jihoon's husband."

The lunch went well. Sc learned that Sy is fun to be with. Sy is the talkative type. Someone who loves to be babied by everyone. he's gotten close to Sc to the point that Sc felt his jealousy is totally unwarranted since the man is just being himself. They ended the lunch with a picture. Sy asked him if it was okay to post and he said yes. Sc finally said goodbye and left. A few minutes later, he received a notification coming from Sy and his twt account was tagged.

Sy posted: "Delicious lunch made by Prod. Dir. Woozi's husband, @scheol.

Their photo was posted below it. That jealousy was really unwarranted.

Soon after, there was an interview for Ji. Under one segment of it, his marriage life was talked about. Ji played it out as a successful marriage despite their busy schedules. He was then asked to leave out a message for Sc.

" Hon, I met you when we were younger and we're still together now. Please don't you ever forget that you're the love of my life."

Many questions were asked. The interview went long. Yet all Sc knew as he read between the lines, was that their marriage was just 5 sentences long in a 3-pages interview in the magazine. It was long-winded about how Ji's success and there was a part where he thanked Sy for being part of their label and how he's an important chess piece in his success.

That night after reading the interview, he wanted to ask for a date at least to reaffirm to himself that Ji still feels the same way.

As he stared at the man's face, he didn't realize the man was still awake and blurted out how he wanted a date but expectedly he got instant rejection.

As he pressed his back on the bed, it made him think of the message left for him by Ji.

I'm the love of his life but am I really the love of his life? You're the love of my life. You are the love of my life - the truth is I am no longer hurt by your rejections. All I got are questions. Where do I begin? Is it from the time I noticed you're no longer home? Is it from the time I no longer remember the last time you called me Hon? Or was it when I met Soonyoung? He was an amazing man. Even I cannot deny it. Soonyoung might have not noticed it but I do. How you look at him with affection. How you treated him the way you did with me when you were still in lo- you were. Oh...

I've learned in my years of studying that "you're" is a contraction of "you" and "are" but, although perceived as grammatically incorrect, "you're" could probably also mean "you were" and although I've learned just learned to understand you, it still pains me to think that when you said the sentence "you're the love of my life", it could also mean "you were the love of my life".

Sc faced the back of the man he loves but no longer has any expectations with.

I'll stay for as long as I'm needed though tell me when I no longer serve my purpose. I hope you do before the wick turned to ashes.