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mr-and-mr-diaz · 4 years ago

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First off, you're an amazing person w/ gr8 blog. Second of all, I hope you don't mind me saying it? If it's weird or creepy, please, disregard. Don't want to make you uncomfortable. Third of all, I came to your tumblr from ao3 and specifically the pirate fic and ma'am (sir? Neither? Wanted to use honorific and "my kind dude tends to not be *that* universal, sadly). It. ROCKS. If by any chance you feel like continuing it, I'd be forever in debt. Also hope you don't mind reviews via anon tumblr? ♥

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The Damned Disgrace--Buddie Pirate AU, Chapter 2

"Dios mio, you're useless."

Buck looked up from where he'd been struggling to swab the deck and met the glare of Captain Nash's angry first mate--Diaz, and sighed. He'd already been on the ship a fortnight, and while Chimney had fit right in, used to hard work and quickly picking up the vernacular of the other pirates, Buck stuck out like a sore thumb. He wasn't used to manual labor, having spent his life behind books and papers, and had no instinct for it. He tried, oh did he try so hard, but his clumsy hands struggled to complete work that someone else had to repeat later to make sure it was done right. And the pirates who didn't ignore him were usually laughing at him. What few acquaintances he'd made in his past life had been in academic circles. These men had no patience for or interest in unusual trivia about far away lands, or wonderings about what the world would be like if mankind lived under the water and fish lived on land.

Buck was red with sunburn, blistered all over--on his back, his forearms, and face from sunburn, and his hands, fingers and feet from work. He ached everywhere.

He looked away from Diaz and went back to stubbornly pushing the mop around the deck.

I won't be useless! I won't go overboard. I'm going to work hard and they'll help me find Maddie and bring her home! and if I get to shoot that thrice-damned Commodore Douglas too, well that would be a boon from God--

"Stop. Just stop."

Buck stopped, his heart sinking. He dared not look Diaz in the eye again, already knowing the derision and anger he would see there.

Sure the other pirates ignored him or laughed at him behind his back. But Diaz? Diaz detested him. This was the first time he'd ever spoken to Buck but definitely not the first time he'd loomed nearby, sneering at Buck's pathetic efforts to work as part of the team and fit in.

"We should've left you back at the port."

"What? No! No, I swear, I'm learning--"

"Learning what? How to smear muck around so someone else has to clean up after you? Again?" Diaz sneered, kicking at the mop. Buck's hands twitched around it, every blister flaring up painfully. Diaz's eyes caught it and he suddenly leaned forward. "Show me your hands."

"What...?"

"Show me!"

Buck carefully placed the mop against the rail of the ship and carefully unfolds his hands, wincing as the skin flares in pain with each motion.

"Dios...! Come with me."

"Wait, but I have to finish the--"

"NOW!"

***

Buck followed Eddie down into the ship, down down, past Buck's sleeping berth with the other sailors.

Buck looked around in trepidation. Is he taking me to the bilge? To the brig? The bilge was full of seawater, the brig a confined, rat infested cell where only the most unfortunate went.

They kept walking.

"Uh, Diaz, I... I swear, I'll work harder, I just--please don't--"

"You're not working any more today." Diaz replied shortly and threw open a door. "Hen, I've got the cabron for you. Destroyed his hands and he thinks he's magical enough not to get gangrene or something. Can you fix him up?"

The woman inside raised her eyebrows. "You don't usually bring me people, Eddie." She was dressed like the rest of the sailors but her clothes were neater and better kept.

"They aren't usually this stupid." Eddie growled.

"I... sorry." Buck mumbled, defeated.

"Don't worry about this one. He's always angry about something." Hen chuckled, and Diaz's scowl deepened. "What's your name?"

"Ah, Buck. Well, Evan Buckley, but... just Buck is okay." He felt another twinge in his heart as he said it. It was Maddie who had named him Buck.

"Buck it is. Come sit and we'll have a look at those hands."

Buck chanced a sideways look at Diaz, who was still standing there, muscled arms crossed. "Is he...?"

"Eddie was just leaving, weren't you, Eddie?" Hen's tone brooked no argument, and to Buck's surprise, Diaz obeyed.

Buck sat and held his hands out. Now that he had a moment to focus on them they hurt even more, and he could feel some of the injuries oozing. "I'm sorry, I tried to-- but--" he stopped abruptly as he felt his throat thicken and his eyes started to wet. You are already the most pathetic creature on this ship, you will not make it worse by whining about it. Silently he held his hands out, head down.

Hen sucked in a breath. "Eddie was right to bring you here. If you let these wounds get any more infected than they are and gangrene set in I might have to remove one or both of them."

Buck swallowed around a sob. As a teacher and writer, his hands were his life.

"I'll clean and wrap your hands for you." Hen continued softly. "That should be able to prevent it from getting worse, so long as you promise not to use them for the next few days and come down here every day for the next week so I can make sure they don't get worse. Okay?"

Buck nodded silently.

"Buck."

He looked up at Hen. She was wearing a kind smile and that was enough to completely undo him. A single tear slid down his cheek and he reached up a hand to stop it, but Hen wouldn't allow it. "I need to wrap these first." Her eyes and smile were all compassion. After two weeks in a foreign world with no friends on board it was a balm to Buck's soul. He kept his head bowed as she cleaned and wrapped, let the tears fall silently, unchecked. When she was done, she reached out a hand and clasped his shoulder. "The sailors are used to losing people and because you’re greener than most, they're expecting you to die. They don’t want to get close to someone they’re gonna lose. But if you stay alive they'll warm up eventually, don't fret it."

"Then.. why are you...?"

Hen snorted. "I walk to the beat of my own drum on this ship, Buck. Always have. And I've decided I like you, dumbass hand damage and all."

Buck sniffed. "Thanks."

Hen nodded. "Go to the captain and tell him that I've ordered light duty for you--no using your hands except to carry light objects. Errands only for you for the next two weeks."

"But Captain Nash said--if I'm not useful--"

Hen chuckled. "His bark is bigger than his bite. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's taken a liking to you too."

***

"Buckley."

"Uh, Captain. I... Hen, the doctor--" Buck choked off with a derisive snort at himself. Did I really just stop to explain to the captain who his doctor is? "Uh, she said I should tell you that I'm..." He held up his bandaged hands. "Light duty. Errands."

Captain Nash's face clouded and his brow furrowed as he took in the state of Buck's hands.

"But I swear, I'll be useful, I don't--please, don't throw me off the ship--"

"Buckley." One firm word and Buck silenced. "You'll rest today, and starting tomorrow you'll work as an errand boy around the ship. Messages, parcels, meals for sick crew. And anything Hen or I asks you to do, you do without question."

"I--yes. Yes, sir. Captain."

Nash looked up at him, his eyes showing the smallest glint of kindness. "A teacher's hands are his life's blood, Buckley. See to it you take care of them." Nash turned to gaze out the window of his office and sighed. "If you're very lucky, you'll need them sooner than you think."

Buck's pulse heightened. "Are we near Commodore Douglas's ship, sir?"

Captain Nash sighed. "Not as close as I’d like to be." He turned back to Buck. "Dismissed."

Buck nodded and left for his hammock.

Chapter 3

The next day he showed up bright and early at Captain Nash's office only to be sent down to Hen. Hen took one look at him and started loading a crate with various medicines and infusions, talking rapidly. For each bottle, Hen explained what it was, who it was for and why. Buck paid careful attention so he could keep up. Rote memorization and processes? He was back in his comfort zone.

"...garlic and chamomile for Wes, he ate something at port that we're still trying to get out of him. Then cat's claw for Lea, her knuckles are hurting her again. And that's all." Hen hesitated, thinking for a moment. Then she mumbled something under her breath before grabbing a few more vials. "Actually, got a few more. These are to be dropped off outside Eddie's quarters."

"Diaz? What are they for?"

"Eddie knows what to do with them." No further explanation came and Buck nodded at the dismissal and left, running around the ship to deliver the medicines to each ailing person. When he arrived at last outside Diaz's door, he paused, looking over the bottles. It made no sense to be bringing so much medicine to Diaz’s quarters. Buck had seen him just this morning, looking as healthy as ever, muscles rippling while he hauled canvas with the men. What is this for? Buck shook his head to clear the thoughts--no use risking his newfound equilibrium by prying. He hastily dropped the bottles outside Diaz's door, knocked and departed.

He followed this routine for the next week, deviating at times in the afternoon to run errands for the captain. But every morning started the same--Hen dropping several bottles and vials into a box for him to deliver around the ship and he running around as fast as he could to get it done quickly and efficiently. Each time, he would find himself hesitating outside Diaz's door, awash with curiosity at what the medicine could possibly be for. It wasn't hard to puzzle out the various vials, even though Hen hadn't identified them. Some were the same bottles he delivered elsewhere, others he recognized from his studies. Willow bark, cat's claw and ginger--pain relief.Chamomile, dried cherry, valerian, and peppermint--muscle relaxers. It was a mighty amount of herbs for the average aches of a day's work even as strenuous as the work Diaz did.

So who is it for? Buck wondered again as he approached Diaz's door to drop off the bottles. He had just turned to leave when he heard a thump on the inside of the office followed by a yelp of pain.

Good God, that's a child. There's a child in there!

Horrible images came to the forefront of Buck's mind as he imagined why Diaz might be holding a child prisoner. A child who would require so much pain relief. His skin paled in horror and he dropped the box.

I need to help! But his hands were still tightly bandaged and the door was latched shut from the inside. Buck thumped against it with his shoulders to no avail. The sturdy wood would not give.

If only I could unlatch it from the outside... Then he had an idea. He picked up one of the envelopes he was delivering for Captain Nash. It was thin but strong. Carefully, he eased it between the door and the latch, pressing the envelope between his bandaged hands to keep his grip.

With a click the latch came free and the door swung open.

Buck braced himself for what he might see and ventured inside, closing the door behind him.The room looked like the captain's, if smaller and simpler. Diaz's bed was neatly made, and soaked in sun from the window. His desk was neat and cleared off. The room was empty.

But I heard a child, I know I did!

Buck started looking around, when he heard a whimper of pain from the direction of the desk. Quickly he hastened over and pulled out the desk chair.

There, curled in the desk well and looking nothing like the skinny, dirty, or abused waif Buck had expected, lay a child. He looked clean and healthy, if in pain. He regarded Buck with large terrified eyes, his hair clean and curling every which way.

He was adorable. And as sure as grass was green, he was Diaz's own child.

So what is he doing hidden away in here?

The child whimpered again, obviously still in pain and Buck lurched away, back toward the bottles and vials he'd brought from Hen. "Here, let me help you, Hen sent me with a bunch of..." He fumbled with the bottles, pulling out the chamomile and the willow bark. "Here, this should help." The child shied away from him, curling deeper into the desk well with awkward jerky movements that only seemed to hurt him more.

"Oh God, please let me help, here, let me..." Buck backed up far away to give the child room and then gently pushed the vials at him. "Here. They're directly from Hen, don't worry. I haven't opened them or anything. See?" The child looked between Buck and the bottles, but didn't say anything.

"And--here, I'm leaving okay? Nothing to be afraid of, I'll leave you so you can climb out of that desk. It looks--God, you look like you're hurting so badly, is there anything I can do to help?"

The child still didn't respond, only regarded Buck with the same terrified eyes and Buck took it as his cue. He hastened to his feet and hurried to the door, away from the room. He was about to step out when he heard the child gasp and whimper again. He froze.

The child won't let me near him, but I can't leave him like that.

Diaz! Diaz can help him!

"I'm going to go and get your father, okay?" Buck took another step toward the door.

"Don't!" A small plaintive voice called, and Buck paused again.

"I can't just leave you like this... Wait, did your father do this to you??"

"No, no!" came the small cry. "He's the best papa ever. And..." the child paused then continued in a stronger voice. "He'll kill you if he finds out you know about me."

Buck's body froze in place. "Surely not--" The child cried out again, and Buck hastened back to the desk. The child was panting now, but still wouldn't move. "Oh, for the love of God, please let me help you!"

"Can't... don't... trust... you." Christopher panted in between pained gasps.

"Oh God, please--" Buck's voice broke and he felt himself start to cry. "I can't--you're hurting. You... I was a schoolteacher before I got onto this ship, I love kids, I swear I just want to help, please!" He reached out his bandaged hands toward the child. "Look, see? I couldn’t hurt you even if I wanted to! I--I swear I won't tell anyone about you on this ship, I'll never speak to you again. Just let me help you settle yourself more comfortably, you need to take some herbs for the pain..." He was blubbering now, his view of the child obscured by tears. He tensed as he felt small hands grasp around his bandaged hands.

"Please help." The boy whimpered.

He sobbed in relief and crooked his wrapped hands so they became large hooks to grip the child and carefully, oh so carefully pulled him out of the desk well. By this time he heard the child begin to cry as well, still on the floor. Buck quickly swiped his eyes with his threadbare sleeve to clear them. "There now, that's a bit better, I'm sure. Let's get you settled into the bed and I'll mix some medicine with water to relieve the pain.”

Buck carefully lifted the child, who whimpered at being jostled. Carefully he laid the boy on Diaz's neatly made bed and hastened back to the bottles and vials, pulling corks out with his teeth and pouring a the various powders into a tin cup. He filled the cup the rest of the way with water from a pitcher on the small wash stand and stirred it to mix before offering the cup to the child.

But the boy only shook his head, crying more."Don't want it. It tastes h-horrible." The child's big eyes were red from crying and Buck's heart broke.

"Oh, shh, there there. Yeah, I won't lie to you, it’s going to taste pretty bad. But once you drink it, you'll stop hurting so much and then you can relax and sleep or play." Buck clumsily rested a wrapped hand in the child's hair. "How's that sound?"

Still the child shook his head.

"Okay, how about this?" Buck took a theatrical sniff and wrinkled his nose. "I'll drink some and then you have to drink the rest, okay?" None of the ingredients were harmful to someone who wasn't in pain. "Deal?"

The boy looked at him, surprised. “Really?” Buck nodded and the boy sighed. "Deal."

Buck grinned, then made a big show of sniffing the contents of the glass. "Ohh blurggh," he shuddered theatrically, and heard the slightest huff from the bed. "Oh boy, here we go." He took a sip then screwed up his face and shook it rapidly back and forth like a dog. "Heaven and earth, but that's awful!" The child giggled and Buck continued with his performance, making gagging noises and funny faces. "You must be the strongest kid I know to drink this every day."

"That's what Papa says, too." The boy smiled.

"Well, he's right. I don't think I can handle any more." Buck made one more funny face and the boy laughed again. "Okay, you ready? I'll count to five, and then you drink it all as fast as you can, okay?"

The child hesitated. "How much is five?"

Buck turned to him, eyes wide. "You don't know...?" Then he paused. No use making the boy feel bad for something that wasn’t his fault. Besides, this was Buck's specialty. "Five is a number, you'll see. I'm going to count a few numbers, and when I say five you drink that down as quickly as you can so you barely taste it, okay?"

The boy nodded. "Okay."

"One, two, three, four... five, go!"

With Buck's clumsy assistance, the child drank down the mixture, screwing up his face just like Buck did. "Urgh."

Buck laughed. "I think you made a funnier face than I did." The boy reminded Buck of his own students. He missed children, their bright-eyed optimism, their enthusiasm for exploring the world around them. "I hope I don't die for meeting you, kid. You're just about the nicest person on this entire ship."

The child smiled. "Christopher."

Buck returned his grin and held out a bandaged hand. "Nice to meet you Christopher. I'm Buck." Christopher reached out in jerky movements and shook Buck's hand, both of them giggling at how clumsy the exchange was.

"I hope you don't die either, Buck." It seemed that the medicine was starting to work. Christopher was relaxing and his smile wasn't edged with quite so much pain anymore.

"In that case, I should probably run before your father finds me. those big strong hands of his would tear me in half like paper." Buck stood, patting Christopher on the head once more before turning away.

"...Buck?"

"Hm?" He turned back. The boy was starting to fall asleep.

"Can... Can you come back and visit me again?"

What a terrible idea. "Of course, Christopher." Buck rummaged up a brave smile. "I'd love to see you again." An idea occurred to him suddenly and he straightened his shoulders. "I'll even teach you how to count to five all by yourself if you want?"

The boy's tired eyes lit up. "Yes. Yes please..." His eyes slipped closed and he fell asleep.

Buck smiled, feeling warmed for the first time in weeks. Carefully he gathered the scattered items for the rest of his errands and slipped from the room, latching it behind him.

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chibinekochan · 4 years ago

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Angel in Hell - Part 4

Obey me! Angel Reader Au.

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"Hey there, umm are you ready to go?" Mammon doesn't seem to have any school supplies with him but you don't want to be rude.

"Sure, lead the way." You smile at him.

Together you head to class. You are glad that someone brings you.

Then Mammon stops in front of a classroom. "This is it. This is Belphie. I bet Lucifer dragged him here himself." Mammon laughs, pointing at the sleeping Belphie.

"Alright, thank you for bringing me Mammon." You bow to him.

"Don't sweat it. I will bring you back but I've got work to do. Too damn bad." Mammon sighs.

"What kind of work are you doing?" You are kind of curious.

"Why are you...? Oh right… I'm a model. I should bring a magazine to you later then I can show you how cool I am." Mammon laughs, seemingly pumped up.

"I would like to see that." You smile, happy to have discovered something interesting.

"Alright then, I will be off now. Hey Belphie, wake up and explain the classes." Mammon shouts in Belphie.

Who growans in response.

"It's so annoying, keep it down. I'm sleeping here." Belphie doesn't move. He isn't fazed at all.

"Don't forget what Lucifer told you. You better not mess this up, Belphie. I will see you later." Mammon sighs and smiles at you.

"Sure, see you later." You look after him running off.

"Ah well, come here. Sit next to me. Lucky for you Beel has a game today." Belphie waves you over, with minimal movement.

"Alright. Beel is your twin right?" You remember what Simeon told you.

"Yeah, he is. Usually, he sits next to me. You would… I mean you can sit over there starting tomorrow." Belphie points to the seat at the next table over, the seat next right next to Beels.

"I see that's nice of you." You give him a light smile.

"Sure…you should also take notes for me. I just can't stay awake all day in class you know." Belphie shoves his book over to you.

You sit down next to him.

"You should do your own work but since I borrowed the books from you today I will help you out." You think he is being a bit unfair but you can't complain too much.

"You're always a good person aren't you? No surprise that you became an angel." Belphie sighs, sounding strangely angry.

You feel kinda hurt by his comment.

"Only good people become angels but just for your information it's incredibly rude to tell angels that they were human before."

"Did I hit a sore spot there? I guess that's something they would teach. That humans are something to be ashamed of? Pretty ironic, seeing as some of their best were human before." Belphie seems just as hurt as you are.

"Do you know a human like that?" You find it a bit difficult to believe.

"I don't know what crap they teach you in holy university but yes I knew a great human. Someone truly deserving to become an angel but to be honest they should've become a demon instead." Belphie seems so hurt. It stings you.

You aren't sure what to say to him." I'm sorry Belphie…" You know what you just said was rude and honestly, you don't want to see him hurt.

"I know you didn't mean anything by it. It's not your fault that you got your head full of this angel bs." Belphie sighs.

"You've been an angel but yet you say such bad things about them." You shake your head.

"I don't fault you for this but I know how screwed up they are from personal experience." Belphie seems to be having a hard time meeting your eyes.

You aren't sure what to say about this. You have been told about how they started a war and then were banned from the heavens. It's probably a bad idea to go deeper into this.

"I guess we can't be on the same page on this issue." You feel a bit bad but it can't be helped. He is a demon in the end so it makes sense that you have some fundamental differences.

"If you knew their true face you would agree with me but you are right. Let's just talk about nicer things from now on." Belphie desperately wants to change the topic. It seems like he regrets even bringing it up.

"That's alright with me." You nod to strengthen your agreement.

"So what kind of pillows do you prefer? You know I personally prefer them soft and fluffy." Belphie seems to just change to the first topic that crosses his mind.

"I like them soft and umm square-shaped?" You aren't sure what Belphie really expects you to say.

"How do you feel about round pillows?" Belphie seems pleased enough with your answer.

"They are good to rest my arm on but they aren't good for sleeping." You honestly have no clue where this conversation is going but at least it's pleasant.

Then the teacher enters the room and you and Belphie quiet down.

Lunch Break is approaching. Accompanied by your stomach noises.

This apparently woke Belphie up again. After you tried and failed to quietly keep him awake the entire class.

"Is it time to eat?" Belphie asks you, in a sleepy tone.

"Yeah." You nod and feel slightly embarrassed about your stomach.

"Great, I'm getting hungry just by sitting next to you." Belphie chuckles.

You flush pink. "You heard it didn't you?"

"Haha yeah, it's kinda hard to overhear." He smiles and stretches. "Come let's go! If we are lucky they still have your favorite." Belphie slowly stands up.

"My favorite? How would you know that?" You tilt your head in confusion.

"Oh, I meant I'm sure that you will love it. Sorry, still waking up." Belphie waves you off and yawns as if to prove his point.

"Hmm alright then." His statement confuses you but you let it slide.

Together you head to the dining hall.

Belphie chooses something and points the meal out that he is sure you will love. You are still kinda confused but take it anyway.

Together you walk to a table. You spot Satan and Levi already sitting there and eating, without saying a word.

"Hey, you two." You greet them and sit down. Across from Satan, right between Levi and Belphie.

"Hey, how is your first day of school going so far?" Satan asks.

"Pretty good so far." You have no real complaints.

"If you need someone to tutor you. Please don't hesitate to ask me." Satan offers you in a friendly manner.

"That's very nice of you Satan." You smile at him.

"You have become such a suck-up." Belphie sighs.

"Shut up. Nobody cares what you have to add, just being nice." Satan glares at Belphie.

You feel like the atmosphere just got ten degrees colder.

"Sure, whatever you say." Belphie glares back at Satan.

"Please don't fight guys. Lucifer will only get mad and he is already on the edge." Levi meekly tries to calm them down.

Both demons sigh and pick at their food.

You feel sweat on your back and just start to eat. "This is really good." It's pretty surprising.

"Well duh, it's your favorite after all." Levi giggles.

You look confused at him. He is the 2nd one to mention that.

"Don't mind him, this meal is just popular among angels. Isn't that right Satan?" Belphie shoots daggers at Satan.

"Yeah, that's right." Satan glares back.

"Ah yeah… t-that's right…s-sorry I'm being dumb again d-d-don't mind me, nothing to see here." Levi wildly flails his arms around.

"I see, but you guys really say some strange stuff sometimes." You can't help but feel a bit suspicious.

"That's because we are bad demons and if you don't watch out we are going to gobble you right up." Belphie is obviously being sarcastic, at least you hope he is.

"Don't be weird, Belphie. We would never eat you! " Satan is very stern when he says that.

"Yeah, that would just be wrong. You just got ba - I mean you only arrived. It's not like you have ever been here…" Levi starts to stumble over his own words again. Only to get interrupted by Satan and Belphie.

"SHUT UP LEVI!" Both of them yell at the same time.

Levi immediately pipes up. At least the two have something they agree on?

"It would be very bad if you would eat me." You aren't sure what else to add.

"Well in that case just stay away from me." Belphie seems awfully cold to you.

Maybe he hates angels after all?

It hurts quite a bit.

Satan shakes his head and Levi keeps on picking at his food until he suddenly stands up and runs off.

You are confused about why he just ran off and look confused at Satan. "Don't mind Levi, he is antisocial." Satan then focuses back on his own meal.

The rest of the lunch is rather awkward.

You just finish your meal and then trot back to class.

There you are surprised to find Beel. “Ah Beel, is your game already over?”

“Yeah, the other team just went home crying. I was being nice but then I got hungry and just made a good 1000 points. So they ran away.” Beel shrugs as if this was nothing.

“Wow, that's very impressive.” You can't imagine it to be honest.

“Haha, it was nothing really.” Beel is sheepishly laughing.

“Well, now where Beel is back you can share books with him,” Belphie states coldly and sits down.

“I don't mind but did something happen between you two?” Beel seems confused.

“Nothing happened. I just don't want them closer than they have to be.” Belphie speaks curtly and barely even looks at you.

“Belphie don't be mean. They have done nothing to deserve this.” Beel sighs, his expression is complicated.

“I don't mind sitting over here instead.” You don't want the situation to get even worse. You quietly get to your place right next to Beel.

“We will talk later about this Belphie but don't be mean.” Beel sounds very serious.

It's nice that Beel stands up for you, even when you don't fully understand Belphies’ issue. You only know that it really hurts.

Belphie sighs and lays on his desk, ending the discussion.

Beel shakes his head. “I apologize ... he has been through a lot. He doesn't mean it. Just give him some time. We all just need to get used to this.” Beel breathes heavily but his apology seems genuine.

“It's alright. I'm an angel it must be very strange for you all to live with me and then the room I'm staying in...it's also somehow hard for you...We all get used to this eventually. At least I hope we will.” You aren't sure what to say or what to feel right now. You certainly will try at least.

“It's just that you...it's not because of the room or that you are an angel...it's just you know hard…” Beel has a grim expression on his face.

“I don't understand but I will do my best I promise.” You are sure that you can solve this somehow.

“And that is exactly how we even ended up in this situation…” Belphie grumbles.

“Belphie!” Beel glares at Belphie.

Belphie just looks away and places his head on his arms, hiding his face on his desk.

“Please don't mind him, just give him some space.” Beels face twists, he must hide a lot of pain.

“It's alright we have a lot of time ahead of us to get to know each other better.” You give Beel a light smile. There are no bridges that are built in one day.

Beel nods a little and the class starts again.

Whatever happened surely created a big impact on all of them.

You try not to mind it and move forward but it still weighs on your heart and mind.

You try to just focus on the classes for the rest of the day and then quietly head home with the twins.

Somehow today's events still pester your mind so you decide to pay Simeon and Luke a visit.

You give them a quick heads up, luckily they are free.

Simeon picks you up at the entrance of their dorm. The damage that has been taken is still very visible. You wonder what made Satan this angry?

“Welcome, let's go to our room. So we can talk in private. Luke made sweets. He is very excited to see you. Even when it's only been a day.” Simeon giggles.

You smile, imagining the excited Luke running around, making sweets. “Thank you, Simeon. I hope that I don't bug you.”

“Nonsense. You are always welcome. Our room might as well be your room.” Simeon smiles gently.

“You are always being so nice to me Simeon. I wonder how I deserve such an honor.” You never found a reason for his niceness. He is truly an angel in every sense of the word.

“Don't think about it too much. Just know that you certainly deserve it and don't forget that you are basically my cute little student.” He giggles lightly.

You remember how much he taught you and nod. “I just hope that I can live up to such high praise.”

“There is no need for that, keep being you and here we are.” Simeon stops in front of a room.

You can see two names on the door. Luke and Simeon.

Simeon opens the door. You can tell that they already decorated it to their liking. Then you see Luke, who is practically beaming at you. You smile kindly at him.

“Come on in.” Luke welcomes you with a big smile and you step inside.

Simeon closes the door behind you and joins you and Luke on the table. It seems that they have already prepared for you since the table is filled with sweet treats and you can see a pot of tea.

The sight alone makes you smile.

You get served a cup of tea and have a sip of it. It fills you with pleasant warmth.

"This is so good. Is this tea from the Demon Realm?" You've never tasted anything like it before.

"That is right. Barbatos taught me how to make it." Luke is rightfully proud.

"It's great you're getting along with demons. I'm a bit envious." You smile and cast your eyes into your cup. Giving a small sigh.

"I don't get along with all of the demons!" Luke seems slightly offended.

Simeon gives him a slightly delighted giggle.

"Just take it as a compliment Luke, and you'll surely be able to connect with the brothers soon enough. This isn't a race, just get to know them and find common ground." Simeon provides you with his advice, in his usual kind manner.

"I know. I don't plan to let this get me down but today I kinda butt heads with one of them and now I wonder what I can do to fix this." Making another small sigh, recalling Belphies' cold remarks.

"Did you have an argument with one of them? Who was it?" Simeon seems mildly surprised.

"It was Belphie. It was mainly my fault. I think I said some hurtful things." You still feel guilty about it.

"You can only make an honest apology and hope that you two can make up. You should reflect on what exactly hurt him or made him lash out. I don't think that everything is lost between you two. I'm sure you can move past this with some effort." Simeon smiles kindly.

His words give you much to think about.

"You are right. Thank you, Simeon. I will think about this. I surely will find an opportunity to have a proper conversation with Belphie." You won't give up that much, that's for sure.

"Don't feel bad! I'm sure it was Belphies’ fault anyway." Luke tries to cheer you up.

"I know you mean well but I was definitely insensitive." You give Luke a sad smile.

"It's alright. Don't beat yourself up. I just want to apologize and try to move on. We all make mistakes." Simeon pats your shoulder, as a sign of support.

You nod. "You are right. I will apologize to him after dinner. He is bound to show up for that." You motivate yourself.

"That sounds like a great plan. Let me know how it goes." Simeon smiles in an encouraging way.

"I'm sure it will work out just fine but now let's have some cake." Luke smiles and you nod.

The desserts really do look great and some sugar sounds great right now.

You indulge in a few sweet treats, under the eyes of the beaming Luke and the smiling Simeon.

It's a very enjoyable time.

You return to your room and finish your homework and read a little bit before dinner time.

Sadly, Belphie is nowhere to be found at dinner time. It's pretty disappointing.

You decide to talk to Beel instead.

"Do you know where Belphie is?"

"He is asleep in our room. I think he feels kinda bad today." Beel replies in a friendly manner.

"Oh, I see. Is it because of me?" You feel a pang of guilt.

"Oh no, I don't think it's because of you… It's just been a lot for him." Beel doesn't meet your eyes.

You wonder if he is lying or just trying to protect everyone's feelings.

"I see… do you think that there is anything I can do for him?" You don't want to push too much but still show that you care.

"You are very nice but I think that he just needs space. I think he is feeling guilty too." Beel looks at you like he is begging you to understand.

"Okay, I'll gladly give him space… Could you just tell him to get better from me?" You understand that Belphie needs time to get used to you being here but you want to make sure that Belphie knows that you aren't mad at him or anything.

"Sure, I will let him know and just talk to him tomorrow. Until then he will be better again." Beel smiles and nods.

"Thank you, Beel. Oh, I have some treats from Luke can you give one to Belphie? You can have the rest." You hand Beel a small bag with a few treats.

Maybe these will help to smooth things over?

Beel beams at the sweets. "It will be hard but… I will give Belphie at least one." Beel looks like he is already struggling to hold back.

"I appreciate it, Beel." You smile at him.

Then you head to the library, for some studying.

There is so much you still have to learn. Especially now with your new school books.

You arrive in the library and find Satan sitting there, with a stack of books in front of him.

Since you don't want to bother him you quietly head over to the shelves.

"Good evening. Do you need anything specific? I have most of the layout here memorized." Satan looks up and has a small smile on his face.

"Good evening Satan. Sorry I didn't mean to bother you. I just want to read up on some of the demon history and maybe some other things. I read the ones we have in heaven of course but I want to read them from the demons point of view as well." You politely smile.

Satan lays his book on the table and gets up." Give me a moment." He heads over to some shelves.

You watch him a bit stunned, as Satan quickly scans the shelves and then takes a thick book off the shelf.

"This should be the best book to start. It's a comprehensive guide to the history of the Devildom. It's very helpful to gain a good understanding of the basics." Satan proceeds to carry the heavy book to the table.

"That is very nice of you Satan." You smile kindly at him. It's a bit unexpected for you that he would go out of his way for you. Especially since he was so strange earlier.

"Just see it as my way of apologizing. I know lunch was a bit awkward. I mean it was mainly my brother's fault but I know that I wasn't too nice either." Satan seems to be very troubled somehow.

"In that case, I gladly accept the apology, but I think it was my fault that Belphie was in a bad mood. I hurt him more than I initially thought." You sigh. You really need to be more careful with your words.

"Don't let that bother you. He is always like this. He will eventually get back to being normal. Belphie is just a bit prickly sometimes." Satan doesn't seem to be concerned at all.

"I still want to apologize to him when I see him again." You can't help yourself, it's just your nature.

“You have such a kind heart you need to be more careful or you will get badly hurt.” Satan looks a bit troubled.

You can tell that he is sincere. “I will keep that in mind Satan.”

“No matter how it might look, we all want you to feel at home here. There are just some circumstances that make it rather difficult.” Satan shows a rare somber expression.

“I wonder if you will ever tell me about those circumstances.” You give Satan a sad look.

“Trust me I would if I could.” He smiles slightly and you want to believe him.

You aren't sure what he can't tell you but it obviously weighs on him, on all of the brothers.

Somehow you want to make them feel better. It's so strange that you feel this way since you have just met them all.

You get to read your heavy book and Satan goes back to his own reading.

It's quite pleasant.

Sometime later your reading gets interrupted.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but I'd like to talk to you for a little bit." It's Lucifer. He speaks in a calm manner.

"Sure, let me just put this book back." You don't have any clue what he wants from you but of course, you do as told.

"I can do that for you. It's very heavy." Satan doesn't acknowledge Lucifer.

"That's nice but don't worry I got this. I'm stronger than I look." You don't have many issues lifting the book.

"Ah yes… you are stronger than a human." Satan turns grim for a moment.

You don't know why he said this. It's a bit confusing. You put the book back in its place. "Have a good night Satan." You give him a light smile.

"You too. Sleep well." Satan nods.

You turn to Lucifer, who is still waiting at the door.

He doesn't say a word to Satan. It's a pretty icy atmosphere.

Lucifer leads you to his office.

"Come sit down. I will make us something to drink. Coffee or tea?" Lucifer heads over to his desk.

You never expected to be offered tea by the infamous Lucifer.

He seems surprisingly casual.

"Tea please." You look around his office. It looks just like you pictured it. You decide to sit down.

Lucifer follows after you, placing your cup in front of you. "It's devil black tea. I'm sure it will be to your liking."

You wonder why all these demons seem to know your preferences but you aren't one to argue.

"Thank you, Lucifer." You take a small sip. It's really good. This is the 2nd time that they are right. A strange coincidence?

"So, now to what I wanted to talk to you about. First of all, I hope that you find everything to your liking so far. I know it's quite a lot and my brothers are a handful but knowing that you are an angel I'm sure you are doing just fine." Lucifer seems to be correcting himself right in the middle there.

You wonder if he meant to say something else.

"I don't have any complaints. I'm sure with giving time I will become friends with everyone." You give him a determined look.

Lucifer gives you a small laugh. "That is pretty much what I expected to hear from you."

Then his face shifts. "I'm sure you have already noticed that my brothers acting strangely around you...the whole debacle with the room made this unnecessarily cruel to them." Lucifer sighs. "I will be blunt here in the room...it belonged to someone very important to me and my brothers. They are no longer with us… it's still a sore topic for them and us. You must forgive them for acting strange around you. I'm sure they will eventually get used to this." Lucifer speaks slowly, every word seems to hurt him.

It's just as you suspected. "I'm so sorry…" You don't even know what to say. You feel a stabbing pain in your heart.

"It's painful but I assure you that it's not really about you. Just know that I will do my best to make this as easy as possible for all of us. Including you." Lucifer seems to try to make you feel better.

You appreciate his efforts.

"Can I ask you a question about the owner of the room?" You have a suspicion about them.

"Sure, go ahead." Lucifer's face seems to harden.

"Were they human?" What Belphie said earlier echoes in your head.

Lucifer takes a slightly relieved breath. "Yes, that is right. They started out as an exchange student but over time they became… an important part of our family." Lucifer has a smile on his face, it looks calm and painful.

"Thank you for telling me." Some of the puzzle pieces fall into place for you. This explains Belphies’ reaction. You feel guilty.

Lucifer looks into his cup. You wonder what he is thinking.

"I hope this answers your questions for now." Lucifer suddenly seems very tired.

"Yes, I apologize for being insensitive." You probably shouldn't ask anything else.

"You had the right to know. Now let's call this a night. It's getting late." Lucifer seems to be done with this topic.

You can only nod. "You are right. I will head back to my room. Have a good night Lucifer."

"Yes, sleep well." Lucifer has a shadow on his face but he still gives you a polite smile.

You smile back and then head to your room.

Thoughts swirl in your head until you pass out.

#obey me #obey me fanfiction #obey me angel au #angel in hell #omswd #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all

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simeonstan · 5 years ago

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i wanna quickly introduce the characters of REWIND, yes theyre the same characters from Obey Me! but in this universe they're different than in canon game. First off, this AU contains SENSITIVE TOPICS. i started this au to help me step out of my comfort zone and expand my writings and creativity. there WILL be nsfw, death, drugs, drinking and cussing. if you have any questions feel free to message me or send an ask. i do plan on future fics, but i wanna start this one strong. my other planned fics will be more lighthearted.

YOU

- You're a college student, 21 years old. You want to be a fashion designer once you get out so you took up an internship in college. You're best friends with Lilith as you have classes with her and she used to be your roommate freshman year. Your ex is Solomon, you've dated for 6 years but ended the relationship as it got unhealthy. You live alone not far from the campus.

LUCIFER

- jackson wang from got7

- Lucifer is a 27 year old model, streetcasted by Diavolo. He has a degree in law. He's the eldest of his family. He has parental issues and ptsd. He bought a house for his siblings to escape their parents, has trust issues and occasionally hooks up with Diavolo.

MAMMON

- taeyong from nct, superm

- A 25 year old narcissist. Kind of like canon Mammon. Except he's an up-and-coming actor. Somewhat of an alcoholic, hopeless romantic, and paranoid. He likes attention to make up the lack of in his early years.

LEVIATHAN

- jimin from bts

- He's 24, does online school. He's insecure and deals with depression and suicidal thoughts. He knows he shouldn't but he lets hate comments get to him. He works part time at Belphie's restaurant. He and his younger brothers were his parents favorites. Let's Asmo dress him up so he feels better about himself.

SATAN

- jeonghan from seventeen

- His mother's favorite, he is a 23 year old man that picked up smoking while abroad in France. Tends to close himself and is rather mysterious. He does have a temper. He's an author and has published multiple award winning books. His work is a bit questionable though.

ASMODEUS

- taehyung from bts

- Also 23 years old. Wanted to be a hair stylist and usually practices on Levi, Beel, and Belphie. He took a couple classes at a small low budget beauty school and he was streetcasted to be an idol. Knew they'd pay well so he took the offer and ended as a soloist. He's currently on a hiatus from his occupation as a worldwide phenomenon.

BEELZEBUB

- jooheon from monsta x

- 22 years old. Was in dancing lessons throughout his childhood, seeing as his parents would believe he had "feminine features" when he was younger. Grew a passion for dancing and goes to a dance academy. Likes to perform and usually has a big appetite. Usually helps Asmo with performances. He has self doubt issues and has gone through an eating disorder in his early teen years. He has trust issues as well, being cheated on before multiple times.

BELPHAGOR

- san from ateez

- 22 years old. Younger twin of Beel, he kind of grew in the shadow of his twin. He is a little spoiled though. He is rather anti-social and can be naïve. He takes night classes after work. His local cafe is doing well and plans to open more locations around his city. He does suffer from depression and only cooking or his paintings can make him feel better. Does get annoyed easily and acts very impulsive.

LILITH

- jennie from blackpink

- The youngest of her siblings, 21 years old. Didn't have a bad childhood as her brothers would care for her. Was born prematurely and has a chronic illness, will be revealed later. Has a talent and her brothers never seem to realize what kind of power she has. Her on and off again ex is Simeon. She's your bff and a fellow college student. She majors in Veterinary and wants to own a farm. She's currently a beauty guru on youtube, which helps her pay for her doctors appointments and hospital bills.

DIAVOLO

- kai from exo

- A 28 year old independent man. A side character but important. He streetcasted Lucifer, he'll never admit he first used Lucifer to explore his sexual fantasies but has now gained feelings for him. A very influential man that has been in the entertainment industry for more than half his life. He isn't a bad guy but growing up where he was handed everything, he expects what he wants whenever he wants it. Comes from a rather rich family that helped Lucifer and his siblings live somewhat a stable life.

SIMEON

- ten from nct

- 20 years old. Lilith's on-and-off boyfriend. A DJ and Stoner, came from a religious family and was close to Lucifer in their younger years despite the 7 year age gap. Also a student and double majors in Cyber Security and Computer Science. A side character and plays somewhat of a supporting role.

LUKE

- woozi from seventeen

- An 18 year old that got stuck being roommates with Simeon and Solomon. He majors in Marketing and Advertising. Comes from a very religious family and disagrees with Simeon smoking. Scolds quite a bit but he will defend his friends and overall doesn't care about them doing drugs as long as he isn't being pressured to do any. Usually gets dragged in adventures. You may form a closer bond to him whenever the siblings are being weird. He works at the same internship as you.

SOLOMON

- yoongi from bts

- Your 21 year old ex. He still misses you and wants to work something out between the two of you. He's roommates with Simeon and Luke. He picked up smoking after and is a college student majoring in Video Game Design. He's also a skater and works part time at a coffee shop (not Belphie's) and at an arcade. Supporting character.

#obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me!#obey me #rewind

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years ago

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Charming Instruction

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

Summary: You were just an average, everyday college student desperately trying to graduate. Only one more year stood between you and that celebratory walk. However, due to an oversight by your adviser, it seemed that the one class you never wanted to take was required to take that walk. It wasn’t the subject matter that made you uncomfortable. It was the teacher. Your heart sped up every time you saw him and you didn’t want that distraction in your life, attractive or not. With meeting him now an inevitability, you swore that you would keep your hormones in check. But after your first day of class, a series of hi jinks and weird situations lead you to discovering the secret of your professor and why he seemed to bombard your every thought.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I Final

Junmyeon’s heart was pounding in his ears. It was a cliche way to describe how hard his heart was pumping blood through his veins and how much adrenaline was course through his body, but that’s exactly was happening and he was focusing on that instead of you. Because he was alone with you, walking closer and closer to the trees, away from the house filled with prying eyes and overly sensitive ears. It was a good thing he was rather disciplined in self control. It was taking every ounce of it just to not grab your hand again, to intertwine his fingers with yours.

The air felt nice against his skin, a gentle breeze just strong enough to tickle his nose with your scent. It was a soft scent, comforting and warm.

God, he just wanted to pull you in and bury his nose into your neck, just memorize the way you smelled.

Clearing his throat, Junmyeon kept his eyes bouncing around the branches that were either full of dark green leaves or covered in sharp, sturdier pine needles. “So, where were we?”

You stopped, cocking your head to the side as Junmyeon turned to look at you. Had he said something wrong? He’d said four words, how could he be messing up already?

“Before that,” you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, avoiding his gaze, “can I ask a different question?”

Junmyeon nodded earnestly. “Yes. Of course, you can.”

“Why are you okay with me knowing?”

That… was not expected. But then again, maybe he should have. From his point of view, of course it made sense for him not to be worried about you knowing his secret. As his mate, he could only be happy that you knew. But you didn’t know that part. There was so much more that you didn’t know.

“I think…,” taking in a deep breath, Junmyeon let it out slowly. “I think it’s because, my whole life, it’s been this big secret that I’ve been carrying around. Even with my pack to share it with, it’s still a heavy burden to bare. The amount of people who don’t know about us outweighs the ones who do - by a significant amount. Being found out is a constant fear in the back of our minds. To have you discover that heavy secret and not run away or call me a monster…” he turned to you, unable to fight the grin that was stretching across his face. “That’s the greatest feeling I’ve felt in a long time.”

You were staring at him open mouthed. The speech came out a little more impassioned than he’d meant it to, but it was the truth. The fact that you just accepted what he was - and even seemed fascinated - had lit a fire inside of him. How lucky could he be? How could he have ever dreaded the situation he’d been sucked into. As long as they treaded carefully, this could work just fine. And you were in your last year of college so soon, so that little detail wouldn’t be an issue at all.

“That,” you sighed, “makes me sad.”

“Sad?” Junmyeon gasped. “Why?”

You shrugged before continuing to walk. “You have to hide who you are, constantly looking over your shoulder or worrying about someone not-so-friendly finding out about you and your pack. And as the alpha, that burden is even bigger for you, since you have to protect everyone else as well.” A teasing smirk played on your lips. “That being said, you might want to watch what you talk about in your office. That door isn’t sound proof.”

“That was pure luck on your side,” Junmyeon argued. But it was true. He would have to be a little more careful going forward. He was lucky that it was you outside the door and not someone else. Someone with more sinister intentions.

“Speaking of which….”

You were now walking backwards, facing him as you did so. Junmyeon wanted to reach out and turn you around, considering how unsafe it was. But that was a boundary cross and Junmyeon didn’t want to be too forward. Not yet. Hopefully, his reflexes would catch you in time if anything happened.

He raised an eyebrow. “Speaking of?”

“Thursday when I found you,” you continued, “you seemed surprised when I said that I overheard you talking in your office. If you didn’t know I was there, why did you want to see me in your office after class that one day?”

Junmyeon couldn’t help it. He laughed deeply, nearly to the point of tears. “You’d dropped your paper off at my office. I just wanted to talk to you about why you hadn’t dropped it off in class and that from then on to slid it under my door if that ever happened again. I hardly ever actually check my mailbox outside my door. I just happened to see the corner of your paper sticking out. I have a strict ‘in class only’ turn in policy, but I let it slide that one time. I just wanted to explain all that to you. I figured it’d be better not to have that conversation in front of other students.”

“Oh.” The tips of your cheeks were turning slightly red. What had you thought he was going talk to you about?

Before he could ask, your foot stepped on a medium sized rock just right, making you lose your balance. If Junmyeon thought his reflexes would be enough catch you before you fell, he was half right.

He did catch you by your wrist, but you were already too deep into the fall and you took Junmyeon with you, instinctually grabbing onto his sleeve with your other hand as you went backwards.

You landed hard on your back judging by the gust of air that was pushed out of your lungs. Junmyeon was barely able to catch himself from squishing you, planting a hand on either side of your head.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Your chest rose and lowered at a high speed as you stared up at him. If Junmyeon was brave - or even if he was the male lead in one of those romantic comedies where there was nothing holding him back - he’d dip his head and steal a kiss. He was in the perfect position for it and from the way your senses were going crazy, you wouldn’t completely reject it.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Instead, he pushed himself back onto his feet before helping you to your own. You brushed yourself off, keeping your focus on the dirt and grass that was falling from your pants.

“This forest is a bit dangerous,” he joked, just to cut some of the tension he was feeling.

Not yet, Junmyeon. She needs to know everything first. She needs to know what she’s getting into.

Clearing his throat, Junmyeon simply patted you on the shoulder.

Nice.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he pulled his hand back.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You should probably walk forward from now on,” Junmyeon teased. He liked teasing you. The way your nose would crinkle up as you either held back a biting comment or tried to search for one in the first place.

“It was the stupid rock’s fault,” you mumbled as you marched on.

It was impossible for Junmyeon to push back the chuckle that rumbled in his chest. You were too cute as you stomped away, fists clenched tight at your side. For a split second, he actually regretted not kissing you.

In the two strides it took for him to catch up with you, your pout had morphed into a more thoughtful expression. Your mind was obviously circling some sort of thought, but your lips were pressed tight together, giving Junmyeon the impression that you weren’t quite ready to share. So, instead, he gave you another path to follow.

“Is there anything else you want to know?” he pressed. “Like our enhanced senses? Or maybe our super strength?”

You snorted, looking up at him from the corner of your eye. “Super strength? Really?”

Offended by your remark, Junmyeon walked up to the nearest tree, taking ahold of a branch with a decent diameter and snapping it, leaving behind a spiked stump just above Junmyeon’s head. He turned to you, beaming at the sight of your jaw hanging on it’s hinges.

“Impressive, isn’t-”

“What did you do to that poor tree!” You ran past him, examining the splintered edges of the stump.

“W-what?”

You whirled on him. “Couldn’t you just have broken a rock or something? Did you have to hurt the tree? What did it ever do to you?”

“I- uh – well, nothing. I just- um.” Junmyeon was completely lost. When some of his other brothers had shown off their abilities to their own mates, they’d been excited and impressed. You, on the other hand, were just appalled that he’d broken a branch off a perfectly healthy tree.

“Don’t do that anymore!” you ordered, before continuing on the stroll.

Junmyeon smirked. “Yes, ma’am.”

The two of you walked in silence for a moment or two before you sighed.

“Okay, so what else is there?” you asked, looking up at him fully with those deep, curious eyes of yours. At least you weren’t mad at him anymore for the tree incident.

“Um,” Junmyeon scratched the back of his head, thinking as his eyes randomly searched around. “Not much, I guess, except for showing you the wolf.” Finding a good spot to change, Junmyeon headed for the foliage-heavy area. “Wait here.”

Peaking over his shoulder, he double checked that you were obeying. Feet firmly planted on the forest floor, you waited patiently, hands clasped behind your back. Junmyeon sighed to himself as he pulled his shirt over his head. Folding the shirt, he placed it on the ground before unbuttoning his jeans.

Clothes piled up neatly to his satisfaction, Junmyeon rolled his shoulders and shifted. Once he was all wolf, he slowly stepped out from behind the bushes.

You let out a small gasp when you first saw him, but your lips soon burst into a smile. Crouching down, you held out your hand… for him to sniff?

Wheezing sounds that he tried to make as close to a laugh as possible with his wolf vocal cords came out as he quickened his steps. Without hesitating, he nudged his forehead against your palm, taking in the warmth and softness of your skin. In this form, he didn’t have to worry about his facial expressions or being too forward. He could just… be.

No wonder Yixing and Chanyeol spent a lot of time with their mates in their wolf forms.

After he took the risk and licked your palm, he motioned with his head for you to get on. He wanted to take you for a run. He had a strong feeling that you would love it.

“You want me to get on?” you asked cautiously.

Junmyeon yelped happily.

You shook your head frantically. “No, no, that’s okay!”

Pulling back his ears, Junmyeon whined. He tried to look as cute as possible. Maybe he could persuade you.

Plan: Failed.

You had settled back onto the dirt, still refusing to hop on. Huffing, Junmyeon slinked back behind the bushes to change back and get dressed.

“Were you scared?” he asked as soon he was back. Sitting down in front on you, he rested his forearms on his bent knees.

“No,” you insisted. “I just think that might be something to save for another time. And….”

Junmyeon frowned. “And?”

“I have a question that’s been bothering me this whole time,” you admitted, “and you can just tell me that it’s none of my business, but-” you chewed on the bottom of your lip. “You mentioned earlier that it was complicated between the two that came down into the kitchen - and I noticed that Jiyoung, who never hung out with the other guys, suddenly was with Jongdae all the time and I couldn’t help but think-”

“They’re mates.”

You blinked. Twice. “They’re what?”

“Mates,” Junmyeon repeated. “As wolves, we’re pulled to a specific person, the one person who we are meant to be with for the rest of our lives. Our… soulmates. A majority of the pack have found theirs.”

Your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised to almost your hairline. “Wow. That’s… wow.” You clicked your tongue a couple times. “What’s it like- the whole mate thing, that is?”

Junmyeon shrugged. “Depending on the circumstances, it can be easy or hard. Jiyoung and Jongdae definitely didn’t have it easy. And the pull can be overwhelming, emotionally and physically. Sometimes, the personalities clash so much, it feels like World War three.”

Chanyeol and Lanie weren’t always easy to live with considering how opposite they are in personalities. Even Minseok and Jiyeon had had their fair share of explosive discussions.

But sometimes, mates were a perfect harmony.

Ming and Yixing were so cohesive with each other, so complimentary, they almost seemed like the same person at times. Not to mention, Kyungsoo and Dana were like gravity with each other, constantly in sync. Junmyeon only hoped that the two of you could be like that.

You pursed your lips thoughtfully. “With all the secrecy and universe bringing them together without asking and everything, being a mate must be really hard.”

“It has its ups and downs,” he replied honestly with a shrug.

“And I thought regular relationships sucked,” you murmured.

“Wolves want to find their mates,” Junmyeon corrected. The tone of your voice twisted his stomach. This wasn’t how he wanted this particular conversation to go. “We’re at our happiest when we’re with our mates. They complete us.”

“People don’t complete other people,” you argued.

“It’s different with wolves,” Junmyeon insisted. There was a hostility growing in your voice. He could neither understand it nor find himself able to accept it. “Once we find our mates, that’s it. No one else can come along and make them feel the same way. In fact, if the wolf is rejected by their mates, they will eventually die.”

A long, drawn out exhale escaped through your lips. “Oh. Okay. Wow.” You scratched the side of your head, murmuring, “And I thought I was dramatic my freshman year.”

Junmyeon frowned. “What happened your freshman year?”

“Nothing too bad,” you insisted. “Just idiotic, first-year-of-college stuff. Dated a guy, let him be my world, watched my grades start to tank, and then he cheated on me. At a party, no less. That’s when I decided that as long as I was still in college, I would not date anyone else and as soon as I graduate, I’m out of here.”

The wolf growled ferociously in Junmyeon’s chest. It hated the idea of you going so far away, where he couldn’t be near you, make sure you were okay.

“Where would you go?” he whispered.

You shrugged. “Anywhere I can join a dig site.”

“Dig site?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, a smile growing on your lips. “I want to be an archeologist. I want to help out on dig sites, be apart of the big discoveries. Being tied down in a relationship would just ruin that all over again.”

The miniscule confidence Junmyeon had this morning - if there was any to begin with - was now gone. You didn’t want anything to do with a romantic tie. And Junmyeon didn’t want to be the one to sever your dreams. He wanted to tell you so bad that he was your wolf, your protector, your mate. But he had no confidence to do it. So, for now, he’d have to hold back. Maybe the more you got to know him, the more you felt the pull, the more open to the idea of being mates you would be.

“Do you have a mate?” you asked suddenly.

Junmyeon jumped a little. “Ah, no. I’m not mated.”

It technically wasn’t a lie. He’d found his mate, but he wasn’t mated. You hadn’t accepted him nor were you marked.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly.

“It’s okay,” Junmyeon smiled. “You never know, they could always just be around the corner. Come on.” He jumped up to his feet, holding his hand out for you to take. You did, giving him a few seconds of being able to touch you before you let go. “We should probably head back.”

“Yeah,” you nodded solemnly. “I’ve got homework to do and stuff.”

So, he walked you back through the woods, to the farmhouse where he would once again be surrounded by his mated brothers, all alone.

He saw you to your car, taking you around the house rather than through it. The boys could meet you another time. In the far far future.

It was hard to let you go, to watch you drive away without knowing the full truth. The most important piece of the puzzle. He could tell from the way you looked at him - shyly and reserved - you still saw him as the professor that your body tended to react to. But how to get you to see him as something more? Maybe, rather than letting you go without a fight, he could slowly help you change your mind, help you to decide to stay. But how?

By the time he woke up Monday morning, he still hadn’t been able to come up with a clever idea to get you to see him as something more. He shuddered thinking back to his college days. Pink hair probably wouldn’t be the best idea this time around.

Man, he used to be so fearless. He used to go hop the bars with the guys, flirt with any girl who caught his eye, stay out all night until the sun rose high in the sky for the new day. And now he was the professor. The lame, rule-setting professor.

Girls still giggled over him, flirted with him. So, why were you holding him at arm’s length away?

Jongin and Sehun came down the stairs, yawning and blinking the sleep out of their eyes. It was obvious they’d been out all night again. Junmyeon bit back the lecture that was bubbling up on the tip of his tongue.

“You guys really need to get a better sleep schedule,” Junmyeon chastised before taking a sip of his steaming coffee.

Sehun just shrugged while Jongin gave him the once over.

“Are you sure about that sweater?”

Junmyeon looked down. The air was getting chillier as the summer months were melting away to give space for the autumn time. It wasn’t too cold yet, but Junmyeon liked this outfit. Over a white button down, he had on one of his favorite sweater vests. With light purple trim, the pattern consisted of blues and browns, even a little bit of green in the stacked stripes. The patterns seemed random, but it was fashionable, not overdone. At least, that’s what Junmyeon thought.

“What’s wrong with it?” Junmyeon frowned.

“It screams ‘I’m your professor’,” Sehun deadpanned.

“I am a professor,” Junmyeon pouted.

“Weren’t you just complaining to Minseok yesterday that you thought your mate only saw you as her teacher and you wanted to try to make her see you as something more?” Jongin flopped down at the kitchen table, too lazy to make it all the way to the fridge for something to eat. He’d just meet Kimberly for a second breakfast later on.

Junmyeon slammed his mug down on the counter. “That was a private conversation.”

“Nothing is private in this house,” Sehun pointed out.

“No, but you should still respect each other’s privacy,” Junmyeon chastised. “And I don’t think my fashion choices are the reason she only sees me as a professor.”

“But that’s the only time she ever sees you outside of Saturday’s meet up,” Jongin said. And it was true. Class was the only time you ever saw him.

“Kris goes out of his way to woo his mate,” Sehun mumbled as he swiped Junmyeon’s forgotten coffee. “That’s why Kris is the cool one.”

Junmyeon’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”

“What?” Sehun shrugged. “It’s true. The two of you as leaders are like opposites. Keeps a nice balance. Kris is the cool uncle that you also respect and you’re-”

“The helicopter mom,” Jongin finished as his rose to his feet.

Sehun gulped down the coffee before leaving the mug in the sink. “It’s okay. We still love you for it.”

The two youngest members shuffled out, leaving Junmyeon alone with his thoughts.

Was he really that lame? The helicopter mom?

Okay, so Kris was “cool” but was he that much better than Junmyeon? Was he really making progress with his mate by showing up out of nowhere?

Tao had been giggling about the fact that Kris took his mate stargazing. Stargazing. After he took her to the illegal street races. If Kris thought that Junmyeon didn’t know about his little late night activity, he was certainly wrong. But as long as Kris didn’t end up in a jail cell, he didn’t care.

Was that little sense of danger the key? Did he need to chip away at the straight-laced image he’d held together so long?

Okay, fine, then. He could do that.

With a pout, he stared at the door that the maknaes had walked out of.

“I can be cool, too.”

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j-wonwootrash · 7 years ago

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The8 || Change

Word count: 2k Genre: Soulmate!au, fluff, slice of life, romance A/N: Part of the Seventeen soulmate!au. Enjoy! Do dm me for requests~

|| s.coups || jeonghan || joshua || jun || hoshi || wonwoo || woozi || dk || mingyu || the8 || seungkwan || vernon || dino

Your scream made Ayeon deaf for at least 10 seconds. She was reading a book when she jolted in her seat, your dolphin scream irritated her. “What now Y/N?” It wasn’t surprising for her to hear you scream because well, you were quite a scaredy-cat.

“Ayeon!” you cried as you removed the towel from your damp hair- blonde with pink and blue highlights. No! This can’t be!

“Ooh you’re so gonna get in trouble!” she hit you jokingly. “Hello detention!”

It wasn’t your doing, rather it was your soulmate- whom you never met. Your soulmate could’ve waited until the end of your school year. Did he even know how the school worked? Was he a rebel thinking that it was okay to color his hair in 3 shades? Did he ever think of you before he did it? All this thinking had you in a worried state.

Luckily for you, you have a roommate who thought of an idea: Wear a beanie, she said. True enough, it was winter and it was alright to wear anything that would make you warm. As long as it fit the color coding of the system, no problem. You were in a girls’ school and you had to abide with the rules. No hair-dye was one of them. And it was that rule you never expected to break. You were the school’s ace and breaking the rules would be hindering your reputation.

And off you were, you tied your hair in a bun and wore the beanie. This is bothering, you thought, as you walked down the hallways of the lockers. Every girl whispered to themselves, curious of your attire. Your heels hit the slippery floor when they stopped at the call of the disciplinary teacher. “Y/N, come to my office.”

Oh boy, this is it.

———

“I understand the weather is cold but as the school rules goes, you have to remove it once you’re at school grounds.” Mrs. Park reminded you.

You looked down to your shoes, not wanting to take it off. But you had to obey her. “Mrs. Park? Are you familiar with the soulmate thing going on nowadays?” you bravely asked her, avoiding her gaze.

“I’m well aware that most students consulted me of the matter. I supposed you have the same reason?” she closed her hands together, as she saw the blonde strands at the ends of your hairline.

“Yes Ma'am,” you managed to speak without wavering. “I know I’m the school’s ace and reputation is most important and-”

“Nothing is more important than meeting your soulmate. I understand, you may leave.” she assured with a smile.

You left the office and sighed heavy. Ayeon and Risa came running to you, worried that you might get a warning. “Well she let me off the hook.”

“As expected from the school’s ace!”

———

Months went by and you saw how your hair changed- the blue and pink strands slowly faded, curly blonde and now silver blonde.

It worried you though, because the shoot for annual school magazine was approaching. And you didn’t want anyone to know of your hair colour. Might as well ask the editors to change from blonde to your hair colour.

“Just a few takes and we’re done.” Mr. Kang insisted. You politely asked for a request, and surprisingly they agreed. You let your hair down and they complimented how it suited you.

“Well, it looks like I got it permed, but it’s natural enough.” you chuckled shyly.

Minghao thought of dyeing his hair red for the next comeback of their first full album. He wasn’t aware of the whole soulmate thing but he was already reminded by his members to be careful of the colour he chooses, to be considerate of his soulmate. Apparently, he didn’t believe in such thing.

“I want to dye my hair red.” he told Chan as he wiped his sweat from practice.

“You.. Hyung we have told you many times that-”

“But I don’t believe in those. I’m not convinced.” he hissed, looking at the younger one, who stared at his blonde hair that slowly turned copper brown. “What?”

Chan didn’t speak, he quickly just grabbed Minghao’s shoulders to the mirror behind him. “Are you convinced now?”

The rest of the members came back from break and were amused to see Minghao’s hair. “Whoaho, we left for three minutes and it changed.” Jun touched the newly dyed hair.

“Your soulmate seemed pretty annoyed with the marshmallow colours.” Soonyoung laughed.

“Well, it was quick of her to realize it was Minghao hyung’s doing.” Seungkwan put down the boxes of chicken.

Minghao wondered if you knew who he was, if you saw him perform at live shows or on tv. He was slightly convinced, however he later got bummed out after he knew he wouldn’t get to dye his hair red.

His fans loved his hair, and one thing he could thank you for. His group was rising to be more popular than he thought. So he planned to let it slide for a while.

———

He stared at the mirror, checked his watch where it marked the 7th month of having copper brown hair. He was getting impatient. No matter he tried to dye his hair red, you were always a step further. It got into his nerves. He really wanted to dye his hair red.

His members made fun of him, they copied his ways of tantrum, his expressions when his hair would always turn to brown just a day after he’d dye red.

This year-end month, it was such good timing. Another comeback was approaching and he made sure you wouldn’t stop him from getting what he wanted. Even if you knew who he was, he’d do it right now. When his company agreed to let him dye his hair for the umpteenth time, he was beyond the clouds. For a few weeks at least, you did not bother him at all.

“Finally I could be less stressed.” he laid down on the couch of their dorm.

“Well, when there’s achievement, always gotta be prepared of the consequences.” Jeonghan warned.

What could it be? he thought. He was happy that you finally let him choose the color he wanted. There was nothing he could think of.

Boom Boom was successful and the guest shows they did was too. He thanked you for that, that he made countless of memories with his group and fans. He thanked you for being understanding. Yet something in his heart felt empty. He couldn’t figure it out. His unit didn’t know what it was, though they knew what he felt. There he realized.

It was you he missed.

It was the continuous arguments of the change of hair color. It was the only thing that connected him to you, his soulmate. At least to figure out who you were or where you came from. Why was he inconsiderate of you in the past? Was it his beliefs that nearly made the both of you in pain?

———

For seven months you wondered why he let you have the copper brown hair. It was the color that you have always wanted after you finished school. For seven months you tried to figure who he was, why he would dye his hair so often that it took your happiness away. He annoyed you, yes, but you just couldn’t understand why he let you off the hook. It was the only connection, the only clue to his identity.

“Why soulmate why?” you stared at your red hair you had for weeks. “Who are you? And why do you do this?”

“Because I love you and the colors expresses my feelings for you.” Risa crept up from behind you as she pretended to be your soulmate.

“Ha ha very funny.” you rolled your eyes. “I just don’t understand. One moment he does it and then leaves it. And when I do it, he lets me. Now that my hair is red, I don’t know what to do.”

“The answer will probably come to you soon. You just have to wait for him.” Risa entered the toilet as she prepared a new hair color. “I’ll help you dye your hair. It’ll probably leave an impression on him once he sees his hair change.”

You took the packaging and your eyes widened. “Yellow blonde?” “Yeah, it suited you before, but this is a lil’ darker. I mean, I can tell you miss him. So why not show him?” she started to untie your hair.

“Yeah, I guess there’s no harm. There might be a lead.”

Once your hair was done, you felt weird. It suited you but you felt uneasy. Maybe I’m just overthinking things. Ayeon smiled at you, she saw how there were times you’d complain about him- so stubborn and rude.

It took you a lot of time to adjust to the blonde hair again, but you just let it be. It was the only way to know him. And for a few weeks, he acknowledged the hair color.

———

“Thank you for the hard work!” Minghao said to the staff after filming his unit’s music video.

“Ah your hair suited you.” Jun praised him, messing his hair. “She probably got tired of the red hair and went back to blonde.”

“Wasn’t that the color that the universe introduced the both of you?” Chan asked the older one.

“Yeah. And I think she missed me.” Minghao went to a room where they rested.

“How?” Soonyoung questioned him with furrowed eyebrows.

“Think about it, if one of us stops then this whole soulmate thing would lose connection. It’s the only way that links us together.” he shyly covered his face.

“It’s the new year soon, what are you planning to do?” Jun placed his arms onto Minghao’s shoulders.

“I’ll dye my hair brown.”

———

A few months have passed and you liked the shade of brown your soulmate chose. You could tell he wasn’t annoyed anymore.

“Y/N!!!” Risa called you, her hands holding tickets.

“Did you win the lottery so that it made you hyper?” you pinched the girl’s cheeks, her lips forming a weird shape.

“I wish but no! Ayeon and I got VIP tickets to a concert!” A concert? You never been to one and you never got the time. You’ve always knew your friends have been into K-pop but you don’t really give much attention. Risa begged you to go with them in case they fainted, you would be the one to catch them.

“Okay okay I’ll go! Just tell me when.”

“Tomorrow!” she jumped several times.

That quick? You just let it slide and maybe just this once, have fun.

———

The concert was fully packed and you were shocked to see the amount of fans this group has. And to be honest, they were good, talented young men. There was this performance that left an impression on you, you believed it was a duo with a garter perhaps. It was graceful and elegant, you wondered how long they practiced.

All you could remember was the screams of Ayeon and Risa. They waved their lightstick almost throughout the whole concert and their energy was still full. Once the concert ended, you all lined up for a hi-touch. Your friends never mentioned about it but here you were, so close, despite being the last one to see them.

And then you saw them. They were handsome, tall and polite. You recalled one of the duo to be the next one in line. As you hands touched, a flow of electricity ran through your bodies.

Minghao saw a particular girl who he assumed was dragged by her friends. And that made him laugh. When he saw you approaching and he brought out his hands, a sensation ran his body.

Everyone saw the ends of your hairs, like lightsticks, they lit up in colors, from blonde to silver to red to blonde and to what was original, brown.

You both blushed, upon realizing your hands were still together. You tried to let go but he tightened his grip. “No, don’t. Stay like this for a while.” he whispered. “My name is Minghao.”

“Y/N..” you averted his gaze. “I’m not sure what to do now.” His large hands were still in yours.

“I- uh..” he started. “Hi soulmate.” his tinted cheeks became more red that his friends, took notice of.

“Ni-nice to meet you..” you cleared your throat. “..soulmate.”

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joonsgalaxy · 7 years ago

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The Dark Side of the Moon

Part: 1 2 3 Pairing: Yoongi x reader Genre: romance, fluff, angst, soulmate AU, besfriend!Yoongi Word count: 8 k Summary: You’re destined to be with one particular man for the rest of your life, but what happens when your trust in fate crumbles, when the doubts slowly float to the surface of your mind and when your heart starts longing for another man? You can try to ignore all of that, but it’s still there, just like the dark side of the moon.

You spot him at one of the tables in your favourite cafe. He's immersed in his phone, thumbing the screen, with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His hand rises to brush hair from his face and he finally notices you, when you're a few feet away from the mentioned table.

'Hello,' you greet him, quickly adding, 'Sorry for the wait, I had to discuss some things with my professor.'

'Oh, it's okay,' he assures you as you hang your backpack on the chair and sit down across from him. 'I'll go order, what do you want?'

You're quite exhausted and hungry so a cup of coffee and a cupcake should be just right. He nods before standing up and walking to the counter.

There are lots of about the ancient methods of finding your soulmate. Stories that you’ve heard since your childhood. Men and women would go to the local gifted people who were said to be really wise and all-knowing, who were trusted deeply and who, most importantly, were making some kind of indicators-necklaces or bracelets (you don’t really know which stories to believe)-that would help to indicate your soulmate once you meet them, or to finally realize that a person you already knew is your soulmate. Admittedly, those stories fascinate you and sometimes you wish it would still be like that, because, well, it’s different now.

When you turn a certain age you must take a test with maybe a million questions and tasks. Do you plan ahead? Do you get easily irritated? What irritates you the most? What are you looking for in your future partner? Do you eat meat? How many hours of sleep do you usually get? What is your goal in this life? Do you keep many secrets? Basically every question that you can think of that lets you to get to know a person. All of your answers go to a huge data base that sorts everything out and searches for a person the most compatible to you, living in the same district. You don’t exactly know how the system itself functions, but it was created by a bunch of respectable scientists so it must be legit, right? They say it works every time—soulmates meet, fall in love. And, quite frankly, you have no proof of them being wrong; every couple that you know gets along really well, agreeing on pretty much every decision that they make, growing together spiritually and mentally, never having quarrels with each other or anything like that. You’ve heard some stories, though. And like every other story you can’t be sure if it’s true or just false rumours that people like to spread around. You heard about some people running away from their fate, not obeying this world’s norms. It is said that a few couples in your city got separated and nobody knows where they are now, since they probably had to leave because of all the stares, negative murmurs from the people around them, because that kind of atypical behaviour is not acceptable at all.

‘That’s not true,’ your mother always dismisses those stories, ‘And if it is—they’ve made a huge mistake by leaving their soulmate like that. I’m sure they’re really unhappy right now.’

‘Careless people like them will ruin this world one day,’ your father says.

You don’t dare to question it further, because it all sounds quite scary to you; and talking about it always seems to sadden you, because you feel sorry for the people that for some puzzling reason didn’t get to experience that strong undying love for their soulmate. You wholeheartedly trust your fate and you’re convinced it will work out for you. The beautiful love between your parents gives you hope. They met each other through their mutual friends way before they had to take the test. They’ve said countless times that they were in love with each other even before they got the results and found out that they were supposed to spend the rest of their lives together. They never acted on their feelings before the results, though, because, obviously, that would be inappropriate and not smart. The results are like some sort of validation, a green light, a confirmation that a beautiful relationship is about to begin.

‘It happens sometimes,’ they’d say, ‘A heart recognizes the right person early on and all you have to do is wait for the right time.’

You would listen fondly to them talking about their love as if it was the most beautiful tale in the world, and you couldn’t wait to create your own. Daydreaming about it was a thing you used to do as a child, wondering if you already met the person you could call your soulmate one day, imagining how they’d look like, how their voice would sound when shouting honey, I’m home to you after a long day at work. Hell, you even had your future house built in your mind, with a pool, a garden full of trees and everything.

Yet, as you got older, you convinced yourself to get these thoughts out of your head and focus on the present, focus on school, friends, hobbies and whatnot, just like the other kids your age. It’ll happen when it’s supposed to happen, you told yourself.

However, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous on the test day. As much as it was exciting, it was nerve wrecking as well. Doing the test meant your name would be inserted to the system the moment you finish it, and being in the system meant you can get a letter with the name of your soulmate any day after that.

So here you are now, sitting in a cafe with your soulmate on a nice day in the middle of May, finishing your coffee and the cupcake, which was probably the best cupcake you've ever tasted (most likely because you were so hungry), when your phone vibrates against the table. It lets you know you received a message from your friend Min Yoongi. He asks you if you have time to meet him today, and after some thinking you tell Jaehoon you have some work to do for school and that you'll meet him during the weekend.

‘Sure,’ he says, ‘I actually have something planned for us.’

‘Oh?’ You raise your eyebrows.

‘Yeah, I’ve been wanting to go to that place for a while now and I thought we could go there together.’

‘Cool,’ you answer, not bothering to ask where the mentioned place is, ‘See you then on Saturday?’ You ask, pushing to your feet and grabbing your backpack.

‘Yes,’ he stands up too, ‘Saturday is good for me.’

After hugging him you leave him there to finish his tea.

The day you got the envelope with his name inside of it was the first day of your school year at the university, two months after filling out the test. You didn’t recognize his name nor the other information about him that was printed in the letter. He went to a different school than you, lived 20 miles away from you and you probably hadn’t seen him anywhere until the 17th of September – the day you both had some free time to meet for the first time.

When you arrive at the park he's already sitting on a bench, the one you both call our bench because hands down it's the best spot in the park; you find the view of the maple trees, a few paths and a pond so comforting. He's leaning forward, with his elbows on his knees, a leather jacket in his hands. You notice he's wearing those new white sneakers that you advised him to buy, black jeans and white t-shirt. He turns to your direction and when your eyes meet he lifts his hand to wave.

‘Hey!’ He greets you and you plop onto the bench next to him, ‘Did you come here right after classes?’ Clearly, he noticed your backpack full of notebooks that you carried not only to the cafe but now to the park too.

‘I was at uni longer than usual, but no, I met with Jaehoon before coming here.’

He gasps dramatically, which makes you roll your eyes. ‘Did I interrupt your date? I didn’t mean to’, he pouts.

‘Stop it,’ you chuckle.

The thing is, you don’t refer the hanging outs with Jaehoon as dates, because it sure doesn’t feel like they are, at least yet, and Yoongi is well aware of that. That’s why he teases you about it and that’s why you really want to slap that cheeky smile off his face right now.

‘Speaking of which,’ you begin, ‘Did you meet her today?’

‘Yup,’ he says.

‘So? How was she?’ You asked, impatient. Yoongi got his letter a few days before you but since his soulmate was out of country doing some volunteering work they communicated only through the internet. He was finally supposed to meet her today and you’re certain he was nervous about it, though he never showed it. The fact she was volunteering for so long made you wonder how she’s the right fit for him, but maybe that’s the whole point – maybe she’s the one who can bring out Yoongi’s soft and loving side of him that he barely shows to anyone, although he certainly has one, you think.

‘She’s cute,’ he shrugs.

‘Cuter than meee?’ you look up at him with puppy eyes and he snorts turning his gaze away.

‘Not annoying as you, that’s for sure,’ he states nonchalantly.

‘What? I’m not annoying!’ You exclaim, indignant.

He turns to you again and says calmly, ‘Yes, you are.’

‘Am not. If anyone’s annoying here, that’s you, my friend.’

He chuckles softly. ‘Anyway, wanna feed the ducks?’

Yeah, right. You’re not going to let him change the subject just yet.

‘Wait! I need to know at least something about her. After all, you’re going to spend the rest of your lives together.’

He frowns at that, ‘I only just met her.’

‘Well, she’s your soulmate.’

‘I know, it’s just… I don’t know,’ Yoongi shrugs, his gaze focused down at his feet. ‘It’s kind of weird meeting a person for the first time, already knowing you’re destined to be together.’

‘Hm, I think it’s romantic.’

He scoffs. ‘Well, if you really wanna know – it was awkward, really fucking awkward.’

‘Oh. I mean, I’m sure you’ll get past that. Y’know, once you’re in love.’

He turns to you again, brow raised in a way that looks almost mocking. ‘Are you in love?’

You avert your gaze, and your thoughts. ‘Did you bring any bread?’ You casually ask.

‘What? Oh, yeah, I did.’

Grateful that he’s not questioning you anymore, you push to your feet. ‘Okay, I’m sure they’re hungry!’

You don’t bother waiting for him; you stroll to the pond while he grabs the piece of bread from where it was sitting beside him the whole time and follows you behind.

To be honest, it’s such a simple view—some maple trees, a pond reflecting them and the sky—but if someone asked you, you’d say it’s postcard worthy. The light wind ruffles your hair by running its ghostly fingers through it and you have to brush them off your face to find the ducks quickly coming your way. Yoongi rips the bread apart and extends his hand with a piece of it towards you.

‘You know, we shouldn’t be feeding them anymore,’ you tell him grasping the piece of bread, ‘Since it’s already late spring and they can find food for themselves.’

‘But look how happy they are.’

You spend about fifteen minutes chatting, ripping the bread into tiny pieces and tossing them to the ducks until the wind feels quite chilly against your skin, and Yoongi walks you home as usual, demanding to carry your backpack and you let him, realizing how tense the muscles of your shoulders are, not only from carrying the full backpack but also from stressing about the upcoming exams.

Yoongi transferred to your high school a few years ago, for he moved with his parents to the same street you’ve been living your whole life in. He was one grade above you; you first noticed him at the photography club after classes. You barely talked to each other. Just polite hellos and goodbyes and a few sentences regarding photography stuff were exchanged casually between you two. This changed during one afternoon after classes. His shy question of going home? surprised you, but he seemed like a truly nice person so you didn’t mind him walking home with you. Next thing you knew you were walking home with him quite often, whenever your classes ended at the same time; you were doing photography projects together, too, hanging out with him at coffee shops and his house or yours, helping each other out with homework.

On Saturday at 1 pm you step into the bus behind Jaehoon. He buys two tickets for you two before sauntering to the seats situated almost at the back of the bus.

‘Is here alright?’ He questions gesturing to the seats. You nod and he motions you to take a seat near the window.

As the sun beams through the windows you stare at the buildings so familiar to you —the bakery which you thought would be out of business by now, because the quality of the baked goods was lower than average and the prices were higher than they should have been; your kindergarten and then the supermarket just before the sign that lets you know you’re crossing the border line of your city.

The view of the buildings are replaced with fields and forests and you rest your elbow beneath the window, placing your cheek in your palm, shifting your body to sit as comfortably as possible.

There’s a fly on the window, wandering around on its tiny feet. Does it know where it got itself into? Does it know where the bus is going? Just a few seconds, just a wrong turn and it ended up here, away from home, lost and alone, without any luggage or a map. Will it find a way out, when the bus stops? Will it just die he-

‘___,’ Jaehoon pokes your arm and asks softly, ‘Do you hear me?’

You lift your head to face him, ‘Um, I’m sorry, what did you say?’

‘Well, I was just asking you about your exams.’

‘Oh.’

‘How many of them do you have?’

‘Five,’ you sigh.

‘Ugh, that sucks.’

‘Tell me about it.’

‘Well I hope I can help you get your mind of off that, just for a day at least.’

He does help you, more or less. You stroll around the amusement park that you’ve visited a few times when you were a kid, except now it’s abandoned and looks nothing like it used to. It still looks pretty cool, though. The old buildings and insane rides standing as if they could still be used for fun, but the lack of people and gleeful screams made the mood rather creepy, reminding you of those apocalypse movies. You take some pictures, you talk about school and friends, books and movies, and then you come back to the bus station.

It’s around 5 o’clock, when you both step out of the bus.

‘Ahh,’ he stretches his muscles. ‘It was fun, right?’

‘Yeah,’ you smile, fixing bag on your shoulder, ‘It was.’

He looks around attentively and spots a car, which, you suppose, is waiting for him. ‘I have to go somewhere. You’ll come back on your own, right?’

‘Sure.’

He wraps his arms around you, hugging you goodbye.

You don’t love him.

He looks into your eyes and says, ‘Text me when you get home.’

You nod and smile at him, ‘I will.’

He turns around and rushes across the street where his—you’re guessing—friend is waiting in a car.

You take a bus home.

You don’t love him.

It’s been already 8 months of you getting to know him and… nothing. You keep telling yourself to be patient – not every couple fall for each other at the first sight, but…

His smile has the same effect on you as a smile of any stranger. And oh how mad you are at yourself of thinking like that but if you’re being honest you just can’t help it. You are more than well aware that he doesn’t make your heart flutter.

You should feel something when you get a text from him, you should feel your heart swell when he compliments you, you should have felt something when he reached out his hand to gently place it over yours just a few days ago at the café.

He’s your soulmate.

But you don’t love him.

You tell yourself that everyone has a different story and that’s okay, because the ending is the same – it’s a happy ending.

So, you wait. It’s all you have and it’s all you can do for now.

‘Oh hey, you’re back.’

You’re greeted by your father sprawled on one of the couches in the living room, your mother and younger sister sitting comfortably on the other, all of their eyes focused on the TV.

‘How did it go? Did you have fun?’ Your mother asks curiously.

‘Yeah, it was alright,’ you shrug and plop onto the sofa right beside her.

‘Are you tired? Hungry?’ She questions softly and whether it’s because of how close she is or it’s because you never really paid attention to it but you notice now how her age is reflecting on her skinny body. You can see some wrinkles, some white hairs that she probably missed whilst dyeing her own hair, and her eyes aren’t as bright as they used to be.

‘Just thirsty,’ you answer.

‘I’ll get you some water,’ she says, already leaping to her feet.

‘I can get it myself,’ you remind her kindly.

‘It’s okay, I was about to go to the kitchen anyway.’

There’s some kind of show about healthy food or something on the TV. You hear your sister sigh beside you on the couch, ‘I’m so jealous of you.’

That only makes you furrow your eyebrows at her, ‘Jealous? Of what exactly?’

Those fucking exams that makes me want to run away to some kind of a desert island? Or maybe –

‘Of finally knowing your soulmate,’ she says dreamily.

Oh, the man that has you wondering what’s wrong with you if you can’t figure out how to fall in love with him.

‘There’s nothing to be jealous of, really.’

‘Are you joking?’ She exclaims in disbelief, ‘It’s so exciting, and wonderful and just ah, I can’t wait till I meet mine,’ she grins and she actually looks cute. You used to be like that, too, when you were 14.

Your father chuckles, ‘You still got some time until that, my dear, you should focus on other things for now.’

‘Ugh,’ she frowns at your father’s words, ‘That’s exactly what ___ did, and,’ she shakes her head in what looks like disappointment, ‘Look at her now—so serious and grumpy all the time, even after meeting Jaehoon.’

There is some truth in her words. But you’re not sure if being grumpy has to do with focusing on other things than your soulmate, or the fact that all the dreams you had as a kid doesn’t seem to be coming true.

Your mother comes back to the living room and hands you a glass filled with water.

‘Ugh, I just want to be in love,’ your sister mumbles getting up from the couch.

You plop onto your bed and for a moment, just for a brief moment, you feel at ease. Your muscles relax into the soft sheets and your pillow drinks all of your worries from the farthest corners of your mind.

But it doesn’t take long for them to come back. They sneak up on you, and that overwhelming sensation settles itself softly, suffocatingly over you like a heavy fog.

Jaehoon. All you can think about is Jaehoon. However, not in a way your parents, your sister or you would like you to think about him. You’re not thinking about how fun the trip was or how much you’re looking forward to seeing him again. No. Lately, you’ve been wondering how he is feeling about you, how he sees you and what is on his mind when you’re together. Will he ever be able to love you? Or maybe he’s already in love with you? How do you find out that kind of thing? Both of you act like friends, and, while it’s not bad (you like him, he’s not boring and sometimes he really has some interesting and clever things to say) how is this relationship different from any other that you’ve ever had? It isn’t. And that’s making you worry.

All of these thoughts make your head hurt and the only thing that could help to clear your mind seems to be going for a walk. You swipe the screen of your phone to unlock it and stare at it for a few moments before shaking your head and locking the phone again. Yoongi’s busy, you think to yourself. He’s probably with his soulmate right now, most likely with her.

Either way, there’s no need to disturb him with your problems. Not that you can actually talk to him about it anyway.

You can stroll the city by your own, and probably that might be even better.

A t-shirt, black jeans and a pair of sneakers should be good. A hoodie in your hand and your phone in your pocket. You don’t even take your earphones; the songs of birds might just be enough to calm you.

You walk and walk and walk. Not really paying attention to directions or places, or anything at all. Your mind is a mess and you only hope that the fresh air around you would clear it out. But, honestly, when was it able to do that?

You need a distraction and you know just the guy who is basically always able to distract you.

Nobody’s going to get hurt by you asking him what he’s up to, right? And so you text him.

8.02 pm To Yoongi: are you busy?

8.03 pm From Yoongi: no, why?

8.03 pm To Yoongi: wanna go for a walk?

8.04 pm From Yoongi: sure

You immediately send him your location so he wouldn’t go towards your house like per usual.

And after a while you recognize the boy with a pair of black sweatpants, a hoodie and a snapback on his head walking towards you on the sidewalk, and when he notices you, a hand rises to gently wave at you. The gesture immediately earns a grin from you. A few steps forward and you hear a curious what where you doing here?

'Just strolling the streets,' you answer with a shrug.

'Weren't you on some kind of trip with Jaehoon today?' He questions as you both head toward the same direction.

'I was.'

'Sooo, why are you strolling the streets alone?'

'Well, I'm back now,’ You point out the obvious. ‘Can't I just walk around my neighbourhood if I want to?' You can hear the irritation in your own voice and you wish you could take that back, because, the thing is, you really don't ever walk around alone, it's just not your thing and the direction you came from isn't really your neighbourhood and usually you would think twice about going through those tiny questionable streets there. So of course he knows that something might be up.

'Okay, yeah, you certainly can, but…' he trails off, then his voice goes low but soft and sort of soothing, 'Did something happen?'

Did something happen? Not really. Maybe that's the whole point.

'No,' you gather yourself up and manage a casual smile, 'Everything's fine.'

He doesn't question you more about it and even if you’re feeling appreciative, a part of you wishes he would. A part of you wants to talk to him, to tell him about how lost you feel and how everything you were waiting for and everything that you believed in is now crashing down and breaking into pieces, just like that huge vase made of glass that you accidentally pushed from the counter when you were eight.

But you keep it all to yourself.

As you keep strolling side by side, he tells you about his dog choking on a bone and how scary it actually was to see him struggle like that. He mentions he got some inspiration to write music again, which is cool, because he’ll finally be able to show his professor he’s worthy of being at this course, although, you’re certain he doesn’t need any professor telling him what to do or what worth his music has, he’s just that good at creating music (at least judging from the melodies he’s composed and gifted to you on your birthday).

He also tells you the release date of a movie that you are so excited about. ‘It’s two weeks after your final exam, right? We should go see it,' he suggests, 'It would be like a celebration after your exams, y’know,' He softly laughs and you do the same in reply.

As the sun gets closer and closer to the horizon you two get closer to your house and you know it will soon come into the view.

He clears his throat, ‘So, you're sure you don't want to stay at my house tomorrow night?’

That reminds you—your family is going out of city, but you have exams and you have to feed your cat and of course you're staying home alone.

‘Yeah, I'm pretty sure,’ you nod. It'll be actually the first time of you staying home alone for the whole night. You've stayed a few times at Yoongi's before in high school, but you're an adult now and you'll surely manage.

‘But what if something happens?’ He questions.

'Um, and what could possibly happen that I couldn't handle?’

‘I dunno, an intruder comes to your house?’ He shrugs, his voice casual as though he didn’t just mention one of your biggest fears. The thought alone makes your skin crawl. But Yoongi hasn’t finished yet, he continues with the possibilities. ‘Or you trip over that step in your house like always, and crack your head open and there's nobody to take care of you, like take you to the hospital and stuff.’

His words make you stop in your tracks and you hold your hand up at him, 'Oh my god, can you stop that?' Because all of that doesn't help you to stay calm about staying home alone, like, at all.

He just chuckles glancing at you, 'I'm sorry, ___, but that really could happen.’

You sigh shaking your head, 'Ugh, just shut up, please.’

He starts walking again, ‘Anyway, just let me know if you need anything, yeah?’

You snort at that, ‘I'm sure I'll be just fine.’

‘Yeah, I know you'll be fine,’ he smiles teasingly.

‘Go to hell, Min Yoongi,’ you retort.

‘Already there,’ he admits, shrugging and before you can wonder what he meant by that, he looks around briefly and sighs, 'Isn't this nice? The weather.'

‘Ah, yeah, I guess so.’

It is actually quite nice. The weather.

The few sounds that can be heard are made by cars that are passing by from time to time (the street you live in is one of those streets where you can see more kids with their bikes than cars), the shuffling of the trees and the soft tapping of shoes against the sidewalk. Yours and Yoongi's. Oh how you wish you could stroll the streets just for another hour or two, but—

‘Here we are,’ he observes as you reach the narrow path that snakes to your front door, ‘Don't die tomorrow,’ he laughs, and you groan.

‘I won't,’ you reassure through gritted teeth, ‘And, by the way, I’ll probably be studying the whole night anyway.’

‘Oh, right,’ he nods thoughtfully. ‘Good luck with that.’

He focuses his gaze behind you at the car that's coming your way and it's bright lights illuminate his fair skin and he looks… charming. Eventually he squints his eyes because why the fuck they are using high beams.

With his head low so his snapback can shield him from the brightness he waits until the car goes by past you two.

‘Okay,’ says Yoongi as he returns his eyes on yours. ‘I'll go now.’

‘Okay,’ you answer him, noticing him slipping his hands into the pockets of his sweats. The way he’s just standing there and grinning at you makes you question, ‘What?’

He answers with a shake of his head and a nothing. He sighs, ‘Bye.’

‘Bye,’ you echo him, still a little confused.

‘Bye,’ he repeats, making you chuckle.

You motion with your hand towards the end of the street where his house is like two minutes away, ‘Byeee,’ you drawl.

He lets out a low laugh and begins his way backwards glancing at his feet and then at you again.

You feel a nice warmth spreading across your cheeks, and your smile probably looks really silly right now. You feel somewhat flustered as Yoongi turns around, and did he notice that?

Not that you would care, anyway.

He leaves you standing there with this peculiar feeling in your belly that you merely pay attention to. He helped you to take your mind off things that bothered you and that's what's important, you realize as you walk towards your house.

You gulp the last sip of coffee from your mug and your eyes roam around the desk that you're seated behind. Books, notebooks, pens are scattered across it, and you sigh checking the time on the clock that hangs on the wall above your bed. It's already seven minutes after midnight but the coffee might keep you up for another two hours or so and that time can be spent sufficiently by studying. So you stretch your tense muscles, exhale deeply and prepare mentally to keep on studying.

Just as you start writing down some notes you hear thunder. A fucking thunder, and you're home alone. Absolutely perfect.

It didn't come as a huge surprise, though, as the clouds were looking exceptionally threatening since around eight o'clock this evening.

The dark blue and grey and slightly pink clouds can actually be freaking beautiful and the lightening cutting through them just adds some magic to that admirable view, but, the thing is, it's midnight and you're home alone. The lightening which illuminates your room to the fullest every twenty seconds and the loud rumble that comes after that is fucking terrifying.

You could try, of course, to keep on writing notes and reading the stuff from your notebooks that you wrote during classes, but as you feel your heart thumping rapidly against its cage you just feel it is time to forget the studying and get under the sheets and pray to whatever gods people all over the world believe in that it would end soon.

Good thing you're already in your comfy pyjamas so all you have to do is reach the wall a few steps away, switch off the light, flinch when the whole room gets illuminated by the lightening and run to your bed as the sound of thunder makes your whole body tense up.

The silky soft sheets give you as much comfort as they possibly can in this kind of situation as your heart keeps pounding like crazy. At this point it seems the thunderstorm is at its peak and you wonder what could you possibly have done so horrible to the mother nature that made her so angry. Why is she shouting and growling at you like that, causing your whole house to quake?

You nearly jump out of your bed at the sharp and high pitched sound followed by another one that you recognize as the tone of the notifications of your phone. Then and only then do you realize you left your phone hidden somewhere under those books on your desk.

Awesome, just awesome.

You groan in frustration, but it's probably just some random notifications that are definitely not worth of you getting out your bed and stroll across your room in the dark (the room is not that dark, actually; and the darkness would mean the forgiveness of the mother nature, but her angry eyes keep on flashing, so, no, you don't want to get out of the sheets and come face to face with her).

You would leave the phone buried under those notebooks and what not, at least until the storm ends, but there's just one thought that keeps on coming back—it might be your parents or your sister checking up on you and you surely don't want to hear their complaints about you not answering them . So, unfortunately, you have to roll out of your bed, hurry to the desk, dig for the phone and scurry back to curl up again in your safe and cosy bed. So you do just that and when you're calmed down enough to think properly, you unlock your phone under the sheets only to see Yoongi's name on the screen.

12:49 am From Yoongi: Yoi okay?

12:49 am From Yoongi: You*

You'd giggle at his concern if only you weren't so damn petrified. You try to think of what to text him back for a while. You do not want to confess that you're not okay, of course.

12:54 am To Yoongi: I'm fine

It takes a few flashes of lightening for you to get another message.

12:55 am From Yoongi: Did you lock the doors and everything?

Damn it.

Okay, okay, calm down. Your parents probably locked the front door when they left. Of course, they did—you had to unlock the doors to take the trash out an hour or so after they left the house, but... did you lock the door when you stepped inside? As hard as you try to remember yourself locking that damn door, you can't. And the thought of being home alone at night with the front door unlocked has your heart sinking.

You groan realizing there's no other way to be sure you're safe than to physically go and check the door. Another rumbling of thunder reaches your eardrums as you quickly type in another text message. Your finger lingers for a few moments before pressing send.

12:58 am To Yoongi: Are you busy? Can I call you?

You sit up on your bed waiting for his answer, but for your surprise he doesn't even bother texting you to call him —he's calling you.

‘Hey,’ you breath out once you have your phone pressed to your ear.

‘Hey, what's up?’ he asks, voice seemingly tinged with worry.

‘Um, I was just studying, y'know,’ you begin as calmly as you can manage, ‘And I, uh, I got tired and I'm just resting now,’ he doesn't need to know that you wanted to call him just because you'd feel braver to go check the door having him on the phone.

Yoongi hums as if encouraging you to continue, expecting to hear a sincere reason of you wanting to talk to him. You won’t let him know that, instead, you ask, ‘Anyway, what are you up to?’

You get up from your bed and start your way across the room towards the hallway. You need to reach the staircase.

‘Well, I was trying to finish this beat that I’m working on, but I heard the thunder even with my headphones on—

‘Oh, really?’ You murmur, feigning slight surprise, as you peek your head through the opened door and look around the hallway as if to make sure you're really home alone.

‘Yeah, I thought of you. I mean you're scared of thunder, right?’ You listen to his husky voice that is even lower now than usual because of how long he was working on that beat, late at night, not talking, ‘And you're alone so I thought I would check up on you.’

You walk down the stairs. You can do this. Just a few meters separate you and the front door. But your heart keeps thumping against your chest and another loud thunder makes you shudder and hold your breath.

‘You said you’re fine. Are you, though?’

You inhale and try to sound as casual as possible, ‘Yeah, yeah, I'm totally fine,’ You say as you finally raise your hand to the handle of the front door, and you sigh in relief when you’re convinced it’s locked, ‘Everything’s just fi- oh my, fuck!’ You gasp when another thunder causes your house to shake, you can't help the reaction—the rumbling is so loud and horrifying.

A chuckle trickles through your phone, ‘Yeah, I thought so.’

‘Don't make fun of me, Min Yoongi,’ you mutter bitterly.

‘I’m not,’ he exclaims, then adds in a smaller voice, ‘Well, maybe a little.’

You groan at that and then slowly stroll around the house, tentatively peeking into the rooms to check if all of the windows are closed. He stays silent for a while so you lower your phone to see if the call has ended but it hasn’t and, ‘Yoongi?’ you murmur when the phone is back to your ear.

‘Do you want me to come over?’ He questions and you stop in your tracks, ‘We could watch a movie or, I don't know, we could do anything, really. Till the storm stops?’

You contemplate for a few moments. Studying got interrupted by the thunder and you highly doubt you’re going to continue that, and having another person—your best friend—in your house sounds like a good idea right now, when your legs feel shaky and weak because of the fear.

‘Okay,’ you agree in a soft tone.

‘Okay?’ You can hear he's slightly surprised.

‘Yeah, I mean I'm kinda hungry, so I can prepare us some instant noodles, if you’d like.’

‘Sounds good to me,’ answers Yoongi. He tells you he'll be there in five.

As soon as you're done preparing the noodles, that same sound from earlier lets you know you got a message.

01:12 am From Yoongi: Almost there.

Clearly, he doesn’t want to startle you with the doorbell. He’s always so considerate. Well, most of the time. Sometimes he’s a ridiculously annoying little shit.

You let him in and lock the door after he’s inside. He carefully hangs his umbrella on the hook.

‘Cute pyjamas,’ he grins at you, standing in the hallway. He’s wearing the same sweats from yesterday and a sweater with long-ass sleeves. The boy looks rather adorable.

‘Thanks,’ you let out a laugh, turning on your heel to walk to the kitchen. Yoongi follows behind.

‘Here you go,’ you slide the noodles to his side of the table when you both are seated in front of each other.

His thanks is followed by your ugh, shit caused by yet another heavy rumbling.

He giggles, and you frown, ‘Fuck you.’

‘Tsk tsk tsk,’ he shakes his head, ‘I dropped everything I was doing to come here to help you through this thunderstorm, and that's how you treat me?’

‘Hey, I prepared you noodles,’ you tilt your head toward the cup in front of him.

Yoongi narrows his eyes at you as if thinking whether he should counter you with another argument. ‘You're lucky I'm hungry,’ he eventually mumbles and grasps his chopsticks.

‘So how’s the studying going?’ he asks halfway through the meal.

‘It’s going okay. How’s your dog doing?’

‘He’s fine. No more bones for him, though. That’s for sure.’

You both giggle, and when you’re done eating you suggest watching a movie.

You run upstairs to your room to get the laptop and when you go down he’s already comfortably sitting on the couch, watching you enter the living room and place the laptop on the table in front of him.

‘What should we watch?’ You ask making yourself comfy on the couch next to him, tucking your feet beneath your thighs.

‘Some kind of comedy?’

And so you find some kind of comedy and let it play, leaning back into the couch.

The thunderstorm hasn’t calmed down yet, and the flinching is like a habit of yours at this point. You fail to avoid muttering fuck or shit here and there, too.

Just a few minutes pass, and you feel the weight on the couch beside you shift; you hear Yoongi’s low and almost bored come here. He holds out his arm for you.

Knowing how much you feel calmer and safer just by having him around you, you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be even closer to him, to be in his arms and to feel his body warmth. You wince. Where did those thoughts come from?

The shake of your head is almost imperceptible.

‘I don’t bite.’

The way his arm is spread out just for you seems so welcoming, so you give in, moving closer to him and he lets his arm fall around your waist, making you snuggle into the comfort that his warm body is providing you.

A loud rumbling snaps you out of your slumber and as you blink tiredly, still pressed into Yoongi and subconsciously hugging his body, you feel his other hand, that isn’t on your waist, stroke your head, gently caressing your scalp. The way you're leaning into him allows you to feel his steady breathing, his chest rising and falling evenly, going up and down. With that kind of tranquillity and warmth, with the sounds of the movie still playing in the background and the storm letting itself to be known by the constant music it’s playing on your windows, it all feels so… right.

You tilt your head up to glance at Yoongi, making him draw his attention from screen of the laptop to you. His fingers tenderly brush a strand of your hair from your face as you blink at him. He keeps his hand on your cheek, stroking it affectionately with his thumb as his eyes are locked with yours. The ghost of a smile flickers on Yoongi's lips, and you mirror him by letting a smile twitch the corners of your own.

And his gaze falls. To your lips.

The look in his eyes changes just like that, he suddenly looks somewhat serious and you can’t quite figure out his expression or mood. Only when his eyes travel back to yours, you notice the spark in his dark orbs, and the rush of warmth takes over your body.

You've seen it before.

The sparks are spine-tingling and awfully compelling.

‘So, you're finally eighteen,’ he’d said that night.

You smiled, ‘Yup, finally.’

‘You still look like a child, though,’ he dead-panned.

‘I do not,’ you disagreed indignantly.

He laughed as a few of your friends from school argued about something insignificant a few meters away from you two. Apparently one of them didn’t want to go to the food place you usually go to, and the other two were insisting to go there because it’s her day today, so you let them figure it out between them. The truth is, you couldn’t care less were to eat, but according to your friends you’re just saying that; it has to be perfect.

‘How do you feel?’ He wondered, ‘Do you feel different?’

‘Not really. Should I be feeling different?’

He shrugged. ‘Do you understand more about the world now?’ He just seemed to really like teasing you.

‘Oh yeah, all the secrets of the world that are revealed when you turn eighteen has been unveiled to me.’

He chuckled, ‘Speaking of birthdays, check the pocket,’ He nodded towards the jacket you were wearing.

‘There's nothing there,’ you observed, checking every corner of the right pocket, ‘It's empty.’

‘It is? Check the other one then.’

You found something familiar in the left one, ‘Your phone?’

‘No, wait, there's nothing more?’ He reached forward and checked the pockets himself, then frowned.

‘What are you looking for?’

He didn’t answer, just unzipped the jacket and flung it open, ‘Ugh, where did I put that thing…’ he murmured checking the inside pocket, too.

‘What thing?’

‘Oh, here it is,’ he sighed in relief.

‘What is?’ You kept on insisting.

‘Give me your hand,’ he said, holding something tightly in his fist. You held your hand out and he put his other palm under it as if giving it some support. His skin was cold.

‘Do you want your jacket back?’ You asked.

He looked at you baffled while placing his fist onto your palm.

‘Your hands are really cold,’ you explained.

‘Don't worry about it,’ he dismissed and let the thing fall to your palm by opening his.

You looked down at it, ‘A USB?’

‘As you can see,’ he gently moved his fingers to make your hand form a ball with the flash drive inside.

‘Is there something in it?’ You wondered. He kept his hands on your fist.

‘You'll see,’ he grinned.

‘Hey, don't be weird, tell me.’

‘Your hand is warm.’

‘I told you you're cold, you should—

‘Let's keep them that way,’ he jerked his hands away, only to grab the zipper again but pulling it upwards this time, one of his hands coming towards your chin and tilting it up.

‘You’re gonna freeze to death,’ you stated.

‘You look good in my jacket.’

‘Oh do I?’

‘Mm-hmm,’ he nodded with a pleased tilt to his lips.

‘We’re going to McDonalds,’ one of your friends shouted. ‘You guys coming?’

‘We’ll be right behind you,’ Yoongi shouted back. ‘Anyway,’ he turned to you, ‘Since you don’t like receiving dying flowers, or any other gifts for that matter, this is, um,’ he glanced at your hand with the USB, ‘Well, you’ll see.’

‘You’re such a cliffhanger, Min Yoongi.’

His lips curved upwards and he reached to pull you into a hug. ‘Happy birthday,’ he murmured, and when he pulled back slightly, his hands still remaining on your waist and his face mere centimetres away from yours, he let you see those sparks in his eyes.

And perhaps it was always there, but you had to get close enough in order to be able to notice it.

‘Guys!’

You lift your head up slowly as his gaze entrances you, and if you paid attention you might have felt the way his hand moved a little bit further from your cheek, towards your ear as if trying to lure you in even more.

It doesn’t even last a few seconds before the thunder roars and distracts you fully, startling you. It slaps you back to reality, to the reality where every single thing that you were thinking and doing just now truly isn’t appropriate.

So you straighten yourself, looking away, and Yoongi drops his hand from your face as you feel your heart hammering even in your eardrums, and you’re not certain what exactly caused it—the thunder or your friend Yoongi. Maybe both.

He lets his other hand linger on the small of your back for a few fleeting moments as you shift on the couch, before it falls completely and he rests it on his thigh.

You clear your throat, ‘How much of the movie did I miss?’

‘Uh…’ He sniffs almost inaudibly and rubs at his nose, ‘I think you zoned out like ten minutes ago.’

part 2

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The Misadventures of Prince Kim - chapter 6

(aka the royalty AU story)

[1, 2, 3, 4, 5] [AO3]

Duelling club turned out to be really fun, though Kim was annoyed to realize that Adrien was already much better at it than he was. He resolved to practise as much as he could and beat that kid someday. At least Adrien was always so overwhelmingly nice about everything. Getting to hang out with him so much was going to be fun.

Kim returned to his room after the first session to see that a letter had arrived from his family. He quickly opened it and skimmed the contents, not really wanting to bother reading through all of whatever boring stuff they were probably telling him to do. Wait a second – they had mentioned Adrien? What was that about? Slowing down, he read that section properly.

…hostilities between Lê Chiến and Agreste, since they have taken over parts of our land unlawfully, so do not associate with Imperial Prince Adrien as it would give the impression that we approve of his empire’s illegal occupation of provinces that rightfully belong to us.

What? Don’t talk to Adrien? But Adrien was his friend! He couldn’t just stop talking to him over something neither of them even had control over anyway! That was the stupidest thing he had ever heard.

Kim scrunched the letter up into a ball and then aimed a shot at the bin, but it missed. No! He was supposed to be good at basketball! First losing the race, then not being good at duelling, and now this. It just wouldn’t do. He needed to keep up his country’s athletic reputation – and his own, of course. And he had to start right now!

After a quick stretch and warm-up, he left his room and went for a run. These corridors were so nice for running down, since they were all so long and winding that he felt like he could go for hours without going past the same place twice. Not many people seemed to be around either at this time of evening so all he could hear were his footsteps echoing against the walls and the distant ceiling.

Ah yes, this was the life. How could people choose to be lazy when they could be getting fitter instead? It felt so fulfilling!

“Excuse me young man, running in the corridors is strictly forbidden!”

He stopped and turned around to see that the harsh voice belonged to one of his teachers, Lady Mendeleiev. She was walking towards him with a very stern look on her face.

“But… I’m a prince,” said Kim, trying to catch his breath.

“Prince or no prince, you still have to obey the rules,” Lady Mendeleiev said, somehow being tall enough to tower over him. “The contract your parents signed when they enrolled you here clearly states that running is only allowed outside or within the designated sports areas. I’m afraid I’ll have to give you a detention and send a letter to inform your parents about this.”

“What? No! My parents will be so mad, I didn’t know about the no running thing, I swear I won’t do it again…”

“That’s no excuse. Being a prince does not mean you can get away with misbehaviour, Your Highness. Now, I’m already on my way to supervise today’s detention, so would you like to accompany me and serve your detention now or do it next week instead?”

“I’ll just do it now I guess…”

“Good, better to get it over with sooner rather than later. Follow me.”

Lady Mendeleiev led Kim down some rather more rusty-looking corridors and he realized that this must be the nobility area of the school. He hadn’t been here before. Though it still looked very nice, it was much more sparsely decorated and there were far more students around – all nobles, of course. They all got out of the way rather quickly when they saw him coming. It must have been because of his status as royalty, but how did they know that? He wasn’t even wearing his normal royal outfit, just loose clothes that were comfortable and practical for being active.

By the time they reached the classroom in which detention was being held, Kim was feeling quite apprehensive. He had never bothered to read the rule book so he had no idea what was in store for him here. How long would it even take? Maybe he should have asked about it properly first.

Most of the other kids in the room must have been nobility since he didn’t recognize them. However there was one person sitting atop a desk in the corner that he recognized far too well – Pharaoh Alix. At least this time she didn’t have that annoying snake with her. As soon as she saw him she came over to speak to him, while Lady Mendeleiev set something up in the centre of the room.

“Oh good, at least there’s one person here I know,” said Alix.

“Why are you here?” Kim said. “Did your snake kill someone or something?”

“No, of course not! I got detention for skating in the corridors, which is stupid because the rules don’t specifically say anything about not being allowed to rollerskate… And why are you here?”

“Running in the corridors.”

“Oh yeah, of course it would be something like that…”

“So where’s your snake?”

“He just ate so he’s resting.”

“Wait, do snakes need to rest after eating?”

“Yep. They swallow stuff whole and then digest it slowly. At least, my snake does. Back at home we just used to order dead mice and stuff for him but here in the school grounds there’s plenty of live ones for him to go chase down. He loves it.”

She had a kind of glow in her eyes when talking about the snake, even more than when she was talking about rollerskating. Surely she couldn’t care about that scaly little monster that much? But she carried on gushing about it, and Kim decided it wasn’t worth telling her that he wasn’t listening. In any case she seemed to be mentioning words like “death” and “killing” and “venom” a lot, and he had only just started combatting his fear of the darn thing, he didn’t want to bring it back by paying attention.

Lady Mendeleiev finished setting up a weird apparatus in the middle of the room and called everyone round. It seemed to be a long, thin wooden plank raised slightly off the ground and held at either end by trestles.

“Since most of you are here due to refusing to keep to a sensible pace while in the corridors, today’s detention will enforce the kind of behaviour you should be adhering to,” Lady Mendeleiev said. She walked over to the teacher’s desk, where there was a large stack of books, and picked one up. “I’m sure you all know of this particular exercise, it’s quite common. One places a book on one’s head and then walks slowly down the balancing beam without letting the book fall. That should teach you all how to walk sensibly without endangering other students. And of course, royalty and nobility must carry themselves gracefully at all times, so this will be good training for your future in general. Now, who wants to go first?”

One of the nobles went first, and dropped the book at least eight times before finally managing to get all the way down the beam without letting it fall. The next noble took even longer, somehow being so off-balance that he fell off the beam himself a few times too. Lady Mendeleiev’s impatient comments were not helping matters either.

“This is stupid,” Kim muttered under his breath.

“I know right?” Alix replied quietly. “As someone who’s already a monarch I can assure you that in real life no one gives a crap whether you’re walking in a perfectly straight line or not so like, there’s not even a point to this.”

“But you’re not really a normal monarch, are you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Well you just said the word ‘crap’…”

“Yeah, fair enough.” She smiled at him – not the usual competitive smirk, but an actual genuine smile for once, and it somehow caught him off-guard how different she looked. Very off-guard.

“And you’re gonna look like a loser with a book on your head,” he said quickly.

“Excuse me?” She dropped the smile immediately.

“No wait, I meant…”

“Forget it.” She glared at him for a few seconds before going and standing several metres away instead.

Kim silently cursed himself – why didn’t he ever think before saying stuff? He was supposed to be trying not to make an enemy out of the kid in his class most likely to kill him. And anyway, why had he even said that? Just when they were actually starting to get along? It was like he acted even more stupid than usual when talking to her, for some reason.

After what seemed like forever it was finally Kim’s turn. Lady Mendeleiev handed him a book and, feeling rather ridiculous, he put it on his head. Before he had even stepped onto the balancing beam it started slipping off, so he pushed it back into place and went a bit slower this time. He managed to get perhaps a fifth of the way down the beam when the book fell off before he could stop it.

“Try again,” Lady Mendeleiev said, sighing and glancing at the clock.

Kim picked the book up and went back to the start. This was way harder than it had looked. The next time the book fell off in the same place, and the time after that he didn’t even take two steps before it fell yet again. Lady Mendeleiev looked incredibly unimpressed.

“You’re losing patience and it’s throwing off your balance. Take a deep breath and calm your nerves before you try again.”

Take a deep breath! Calm your nerves! Honestly, this was the most stupid, pointless, humiliating, ridiculous thing in the universe. Kim stomped back to the start, very seriously considering snapping the stupid book’s spine and then snapping the balancing beam while he was at it. He could have been doing so many other things with his time right now. Going for a run (outside), practising tennis, practising duelling, hanging out with Max… Instead he was stuck here in detention losing a battle against a book!

After failing many more times, Lady Mendeleiev asked the noble whose turn it had been previously to help him out. Though Kim hadn’t really been paying attention before he had vaguely noticed that this had happened with a few of the others too, though not all of them. How embarrassing.

Mireille, Countess of Caquet, nervously came forward and curtseyed before holding out her hand for Kim to take if he needed help with balancing. Feeling like an idiot, Kim stepped back onto that dratted balancing beam and took Mireille’s hand. It was a little easier to balance with the extra support and this time he actually managed to reach more than halfway before the book fell off. Well, at least that was an improvement. Sure enough the next few times he got closer and closer to the end, and eventually he made it.

“Well done, good work,” Lady Mendeleiev said, though somehow sounding like she didn’t mean it at all. She took the book off him. “Looks like there’s only one person left now, so it shouldn’t take too long… hopefully…”

It was indeed Alix’s turn. Kim had expected her to just put the book on top of her headdress, but instead she lifted the headdress off and set it down on the table and…

Wait, she had short hair? Somehow he had thought that headdress must be hiding long, regal pink tresses, but no – it was short and messy, sticking out in every direction. He had never seen a member of royalty with hair like that before. It was so weird and unusual… yes, that was why he couldn’t take his eyes off it. Because it was weird. Definitely.

Despite having enough balance to rollerskate with ease, Alix was absolutely terrible at the book balancing exercise. Not only that, but it was clear she was getting more and more impatient every time she dropped the book, and her fiery expression was enough to get all the nobles slowly creeping backwards until they were right at the edges of the room. Even Lady Mendeleiev didn’t offer any unhelpful commentary. Finally Alix snapped, “If someone doesn’t get over here to help me finish this stupid thing right now, I will throw this book at someone’s face hard enough to send their teeth into the back of their brain.”

Lady Mendeleiev didn’t even say anything, she just turned and looked at Kim with an expression on her face that could possibly have been pity. Kim gulped – why did he have to be the one to help out a temperamental pharaoh who would probably wring his neck if her mood got any worse? He walked over and held out his hand, fully expecting her to crush it tight enough to cut off his circulation or something. To his surprise she just held it normally. Her hand was so tiny, just like the rest of her…

Kim quickly looked away. For some reason she was making him nervous. Not because he was scared! He definitely wasn’t scared of her, that was ridiculous. Maybe he was scared of the snake, but not her. That was for sure. She was human, just like everyone else. No reason to be afraid. And anyway, she didn’t even have the snake with her right now, so what was making him nervous? It definitely wasn’t fear, no, it was… well it was something familiar, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint it…

Oh yes. This was the nervousness he had felt when he was about to give that brooch to Chloé. Okay, that was alright then. It meant he wasn’t scared of Alix after all, thank goodness. It just meant that he…

Wait a second… no! That was worse! That was way, way, way worse! Surely it couldn’t be true! But when he chanced another quick look at her out of the corner of his eye, seeing her look of concentration mixed with fury as she tried to cross the beam for the hundredth time, he felt like his heart skipped at least eight beats. Oh man, it was true after all… this was not fear. This was a crush!

How the heck had that happened? She wasn’t even nice! (But then again, Chloé wasn’t either and Kim had stilled fallen for her somehow…) In fact, if she ever found out Kim liked her, well, she’d probably treat him much worse than Chloé had. They were rivals after all. Knowing her, she’d probably get her pet snake to swallow him whole and slowly digest him or whatever she had been talking about earlier. It was so unfair! There were plenty of other pretty girls in his class, why couldn’t he like one of them instead? As opposed to the one who was really annoying?

“Ah yes, finally!” Having reached the end at last, Alix hopped off the beam and let go of Kim’s hand to chuck the book aside. “So if everyone’s done then can we leave now?”

“Yes, and hopefully I won’t see any of you in detention again,” Lady Mendeleiev replied. She started to disassemble the balancing beam while the nobles started to leave.

Alix put the headdress back over her hair and then turned back to Kim. “I’m glad that’s over, I’m definitely gonna try and avoid detention from now on, that’s for sure. Anyway, are you going back to the dorms now?”

Oh boy, she was talking to him… If she spoke to him for much longer she would definitely figure it out, and he did not want that to happen. Another Chloé-type rejection was the last thing he wanted. Well, if he wanted this stupid crush thing to go away without anyone ever knowing about it then it was probably best for him to firmly remind his own brain that she was his rival, and for that he had to actually act like it.

“No, I’m just gonna go explore this part of the school because I don’t want to have to run into you again!” he said, then walked off quickly without looking at her.

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