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[knightofeternity]

LOL Ok, it is fixed now. I'm not very good at drawing hands, but I'm trying. XD

[beelziebabie]

The First (Human) Deviltuber - Obey Me Brothers x Reader

Interactive?: At some parts, yes (Later on)

Gender: Female MC

Edited?: yuh

Notes: i stayed up until 1 am on tuesday but today doesnt REALLY start until 7 am on weekdays and 11 am on weekends. so this still counts as a monday post fight me😎

CHAPTER TWO

“MC.. what is the meaning of this?” Lucifer sighed and put down his pen, turning his desk chair around and looking up at the little mini army you had scuffled together. Eyebrows raised, he sat in his chair with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. Through his irritated facade, he looked the slightest bit amused.

In a ‘confident’ stance, you glared down at him with his other five brothers standing behind you. You looked like a bunny with guard dogs surrounding you.

It was quite pitiful.

“We all agreed that we should go to the human world!” You crossed your arms and firmly placed down your foot.

“Oh, here we go again..”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Look. We can go to the human realm for like.. a vacation! I’ll pay for everything. Clothes, Food, whatever! You guys can stay in my house or at a hotel, whichever you want, and everyday we can do something different!“

“No, MC,” He turned around and picked up his pen again, scribbling something down on the papers in front of him. You groaned and moved over to the side of him.

“It’ll only be for what, two weeks? I'm sure you haven’t been in the human world in a while.. so I can show you guys around! I'm sure there's something you haven't seen yet,” You continued, skimming the room to see the brothers' expressions.

Leviathan noticed you looking and gave you a thumbs up, while Beel nodded with a smile and Asmodeus clapped his hands lightly. ‘You're doing great!’ He mouthed to you.

Your smile only grew wider and you brought your attention back to Lucifer. “C’mon, Luci. You have six people against you on this.”

Lucifer murmured something under your breath that you didn’t catch. He turned to face you with an unreadable expression and you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

Still, you kept up your assertive smile. The staring contest lasted a couple seconds, then he finally groaned and turned away. “Fine. I’ll be letting Diavolo know about our travels.”

“Yess!” You fist bumped the air then wrapped your arms around Lucifer’s shoulders, pulling him so close that your cheeks were touching. “Thank you Lucifer!”

“..Let go of me,” He said though he didn’t make any effort to move away. You giggled lightly and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, pulling away from him.

Once you backed away from him and he recollected himself, he cleared his throat and went back to his work. “You all may leave now. We leave tomorrow morning. MC, text me the details later.”

. . .

Honestly you didn’t expect him to comply so quickly, and then make you all leave the next day. You thought it would take more convincing than the equivalent of a 7th grade presentation.

“Oi MC, hurry up will you?” Mammon opened the door and sat on your bed. You blinked away your daze and looked over to him.

“Ah, sorry, I must’ve been spacing out. I’m almost done,” You hurriedly shoved the last couple of folders and notebooks into your bookbag then swung it over your shoulder.

“You were the one who wanted to even do this, don’t go spacing out at the last minute,” He clicked his tongue and shook his head, taking a lollipop from your desk and popping it into his mouth.

“Yeah yeah I know,” You laughed lightly, smoothing out any wrinkles in your shirt. You then looked around the room to make sure that you didn’t forget anything.

“Okay! I’m ready.”

“Good, ‘cause you took forever,” He stood up and walked ahead of you with his hand in his pockets. “We were waiting for so long. Felt like I aged, like, 5000 years.”

Again, you laughed nervously. “Sorry.”

. . .

The seven of you finally made it back to the human world. More specifically, the front of your house.

“It’s not nearly as big as the House of Lamentation, but it’ll have to do,” You smiled at them then turned to open the front door— only to realize that you didn’t have your keys.

“Shit, uhmm..” You bit your lip as you felt around your jeans for any sign of your house key. They weren’t there.

“Is everything okay, MC?” Satan said from behind you. He tried to glance over your shoulder but you swiftly whipped around and nodded your head.

“Mhm! Yes, we’re fine over here!” You clasped your hands together and put on the most convincing smile you could.

You could tell they could see right through it.

“Ah, I just uhm, forgot something. Yeah, and I have to get it from uh..” You looked around your surroundings and pointed up at your balcony. “There!”

“I see..”

“I’ll be back in one second,” You said, putting down your bag and getting into a jumping position.

With a couple of failed attempts, you finally were able to grab onto the thick railing and use the side of your house to pull yourself up. You clung to the railing tightly, fearing you would fall, then rolled onto the other side of the balcony and stood up with a proud grin.

“She does know that we can fly, right?” Beel said to Lucifer, watching as you climbed from the balcony to the roof and through a small window.

Lucifer sighed and shook his head. “Let her be.”

After a couple of moments of the boys waiting outside in the April heat, they heard the patter of your feet from outside the door. A click, then the door opened swiftly.

“Come in!” You said, hand on your hip and your hair all tousled.

. . .

“Okay. Lucifer is sleeping in the spare bedroom. Beel is on the pull-out couch in the living room, Leviathan is on the basement couch, Mammon insisted on a blowup bed in my room.. Asmodeus has the other basement couch. Any objections?” All the boys sat on the living room sofa (and some on the floor) staring up at you as you repeated the same thing for maybe the 4th time.

“Yes,” Asmodeus was the one to speak up this time. You sighed and nodded to him. “Yes, Asmo?”

“I still don’t understand why Lucifer gets a whole room to himself! Shouldn’t that be me? I’m the one with the biggest setup here,” He whined and puffed his lip out. You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Lucifer is the oldest so he gets his own room. Unless you want to share a room with him?” That shut him up immediately.

“Since that's over with, you guys are free to do whatever you want. Just no destroying my property please,” You said, hands on your hips and your eyes narrowed.

“Can I trust you all?” You tapped your foot lightly and each brother nodded firmly.

“Of course!”

“Definitely.”

“Mm.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, sure lol,” Leviathan was already turning on the TV and trying to figure out how to turn on your PlayStation.

“Why wouldn't you trust me? You can trust me with anything MC!”

“I’m glad to hear that, Mammon,” You smiled softly and ruffled his hair. He weakly swatted your hand away.

“I’m not sure if that’s 100% true though..”

“Shut up Asmo! You’ll probably bring a witch to her house and mess up one of her rooms!”

“I won't! I’ll get a hotel or something! You’d probably steal her gaming set and sell it or something.”

“I would never!”

“Haha, uhm, guys, please don’t do that.”

“Hey, MC? You might wanna check this out...” Leviathan tapped your shoulder and you turned around. He pointed to the TV and you have never felt your heart drop so quickly in your life.

“..Im so fucked.”

[lattaescript]

To Succor a Calico Cat

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

*Prompt-:“Person A and Person B are lifelong rivals and neighbors, but when an issue in the apartment building occurs, Person A ends up having to room with Person B” 

Since your days as a middle schooler in Busan, you and Jimin didn’t really share a friendly rivalry. But a certain calico cat makes your paths cross again…

“A calico cat has three colors.”

He then bitterly chuckles.

“It’s funny. I do art for a living, but I see more colors in you than in my life.”

-Artist!Jimin and Artist!Reader, Architect!Jimin InteriorDesigner! Reader feat. a very special calico cat

-I maaaay be really inaccurate with their professions but like bear with me here lol

-A lil angst…but…Fluff? Fluff. Short entry for @nightbts writing contest!

As you opened the door to the veranda, you sighed a cloud of white as you shivered from the early cold morning while clutching onto a hot cup of coffee. The neighborhood buildings as well as the flower pots and the nearby bicycles yet untouched for the day were all dyed in light orange from the sunrise. You breathed in the fresh crisp air and enjoyed the scenery when all of a sudden you heard a chuckle.

“You tryin’ to film a movie or something?”

You closed your eyes to revel in the pleasant air for just a little while longer. And then you turned to the source of the evil here to ruin your morning...yet again.

“Good morning to you, Park Jimin,” you grumbled as you tried to force a civil smile (but to no avail) to the guy leaning against the next veranda to your left.

It had been 6 months since you moved to Seoul, the heart of Korea. And it had been 6 months since you became neighbors with your archnemesis since middle school in Busan, Jimin. Park Jimin was the guy who stole your spotlight since middle school. Your parents, your teachers, and your friends were all smitten by him– him and his “creativity handed to him by God”. He took 1st place in just about everything- all the art contests your school could possibly hold, social life, and even academics. But you didn’t quite care much. He was the ingenious kid who was born to stand out, and frankly, you just wanted to enjoy the quiet student life in lieu of the bustling nature of being surrounded by the mass- or so you deeply ingrained in your heart. When Jimin was accepted into the top art university in Seoul, however, you failed to contain the jealousy you had for him. One day, I’ll be in my own place where I belong. Geniuses have it easy.

But several years later, you felt your dignity crumble as your neighbor happened to be that same Park Jimin, and that same Park Jimin happened to be working at a very famous spatial design company as an architect while you were working in a small and humble interior design firm. You really, really did not want anything to do with him after high school, but alas, fate was a cruel thing, was it not?

He seemingly didn’t change at all. His aura flaunted with confidence– rather, cockiness, and his flamboyant appearance and persona seemed to match that of his in high school. Except with time, he seemed to also grow a shadow of an adult, and as much as you hate to admit, he exuded maturity, but to everything and everyone other than you, it seems. He was so nice to the landlady of your apartment, helping her with fixing broken things around the apartment or help the elderly man who lived 4 doors down walk down the stairs. And yet, when it comes to you, he fails to lose the impertinent childish demeanor. But you were also equally as petty– maybe all the comparisons to him and you since middle school did take a toll on you.

And now, with your proximity closer than ever, you had to deal with the silent taunting that came from the occupant of the veranda next to you.

You side-eye him to see his smug look at you.

God. I hate him so much.

You hurry and head back inside to get ready for work.

But as it was, you weren’t having a field day at work either.

“Miss Y/N, you are never going to make it if you keep this up,” your boss sighs as she crinkles her nose and massages her temples. She was reviewing some ideas you came up with for a client, and clearly she wasn’t happy with it.

“I’m so sorry ma’am, but I–”

“Clearly this shows how much of an amateur you are. Our clients aren’t looking for something like this,” she waves to the file you handed her.

“This demonstrates your lack of ability to think outside the box. It’s like you grew up in a bubble. Now, bring me an actual plan next time.”

“…Yes, ma’am,” you mutter as you look down to the floor.

Your co-workers stare at you- some in pity, and some in relief it wasn’t them. At this point, you just wanted to give up and throw everything away but rent and paying back art school fees were actually a thing in life.

If the day couldn’t get any worse, as you start to head home, cold drops started to precipitate, and exponentially increased its speed.

Shit.

You didn’t bring your umbrella with you because you were too preoccupied with that damn Park Jimin to check the weather forecast.

Dammit Park Jimin this is all your fault.

As you cursed him you proceed to helplessly run, getting drenched in the freezing autumn rain anyways.

“God, I’m fucking freezing,” you shivered as you try to reach for your keys to open your door.

While you were desperately fumbling for your keys, you suddenly hear a soft whimper from below. You look down to look at the source of the sound, and next to the residue of rain dripping from your body was a small, shivering tri-color cat. You admire its coat of orange, black, and white as well as its exquisite green eyes but you found a color that did not belong. Your eyes widen at the sight of the color red.

“Oh, you poor thing, you’re bleeding!”

You bend down to the cat to check on it. It seemed like the cat could not move.

“Okay, let’s get you inside.”

You opened the door, and carefully carried the cat inside.

After you hastened to dry yourself, you placed the cat on top of a warm blanket, and proceeded to check more on it.

“Okay, it just looks like a scratch. The rain probably shocked you, huh?”

You gently swabbed at the wound with cotton wet with warm water, and the cat flinched. It weakly whimpered, gently moving its shaking paw towards you to signal its pain.

“I’m sorry. It’s gonna be over soon, just bear with me, okay?” You pet the cat softly as you try to reassure it.

After making sure the wound was cleaned, you carefully wrapped a bandage around the wound.

“There. You should be better soon!”

The cat purred in relief, and licked your hand myriad amount of times in gratitude.

“That tickles!” You giggle. You felt a heavy burden lift off your chest as your eyes soften at the cat.

You suddenly hear a ring from your bedroom.

“Oh, that’s my phone. Be right back, okay?”

After you took care of your phone call, you headed back to check up on the cat again. But there was no said cat.

“Huh?”

You looked around the entire living room. There was no sign of the calico cat.

“Huh, did it really just up and leave?”

You looked around your entire apartment twice and finally accepted that it left.

Hmm. Guess it’s fine now. Hopefully it’ll stay safe.

You scan the living room one more time and left to finish drying off.

Jimin sighs as he climbs up the stairs to his apartment. His face felt stiff from smiling the same smile for 5 hours straight at a company social dinner. Sure, he had it all– good connections, good position…but does he really have to sit in the same room with those arrogant ass middle-aged men? Those same men that mocked him with jealousy behind the scenes for being young and successful simultaneously? All he wanted was to go home, take a shower, plop on his bed and sleep. He stopped in front of his door only to be guested with a stranger.

A calico cat.

“Hmm? It’s…a cat. Haven’t seen you around here.”

The cat pleadingly meowed at him.

“Oh, you were injured…and someone took care of you, eh? But you look like you are starving though. Lemme give you something, hold on.”

Jimin then let the cat inside his abode, and he searched his fridge something soft for cats. He prepared a meal for the cat by warming up some chicken broth and crumbling pieces of bread. He set it in a bowl and placed it gently next to the cat and waited for him to eat. The cat’s pearly green eyes glittered and started nibbling quickly on the food.

“Wow, you really must have been hungry, huh,” Jimin chuckled.

Jimin stared at the cat whilst petting its royal coat of fur.

“A calico cat has three colors.”

He then bitterly chuckles.

“It’s funny. I do art for a living, but I see more colors in you than in my life.”

He then gets up, and stretches.

“Mm. I’m gonna go take a real quick shower– I really need one. Finish that up, okay?”

The cat meowed in response.

Jimin heads to the bathroom, and proceeds to take off his clothes when he turned on the water. But after an extended amount of time, the water wasn’t getting warm.

“Fuck…”

Jimin changes back into his clothes and rushes out of the bathroom.

“I gotta call the landlady– huh?”

Jimin expected the cat to still be eating the food, but instead, he found no cat and he found a completely clean bowl.

“Well. He ate that fast and he just left, didn’t he? Oh well, as long as he is fed, I guess. More importantly, the water…”

And Jimin hurriedly looked for his phone.

The next morning, you were rudely awakened by a knock on the door.

“…But it’s my day off today,” you grumble half conscious.

But the knocking incessantly continued. You reluctantly get up, pat down your hair, and trudge towards the door.

To your surprise, it was the landlady– together with Park Jimin.

“Um. Good Morning, Y/N,” the landlady hesitantly started.

“Oh, hello. What happened?”

The landlady was a fairly kind lady who usually hated intruding upon her own tenants aside from giving them occasional home cooked side dishes or cupcakes. She was that kind of lady. And when she happened to intrude upon her tenants like this, it was usually either a problem in the apartment or rent. You payed rent this month– it was most probably the former.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry to ask you this, but Jimin’s water heater has broken. Would you mind having him stay over for a while? It seems like they can’t fix it until next Tuesday, and most of the other tenants aren’t here over the weekend,” the landlady apologetically asks.

You and Jimin looked at each other.

He leans on your door, indifferently waiting for your response.

Reasonable desires to reject his stay bubbled up to the horizon- until you saw the landlady look at you in desperate hopes you’ll say otherwise.

“Listen. You. Will sleep on the sofa.” You succinctly hissed to Jimin while he pushed his bags inside.

“Fair enough.”

Jimin immediately swished passed you and plopped on the sofa.

“I’m only going to stay here to sleep and take a shower here for a couple of days. I’m busy after all.”

“Are you implying that I’m not?” You scoffed.

Jimin looked at you with his eyebrows raised.

“Nah. Just thought, you’d appreciate me not being here often.”

You paused your inner rage for a short second. Where was his usual rudeness?

“Oh…well no I–”

“By the way, do you have food in your fridge? I’m starving. Or do you usually get take-out? Mind getting something for me? I pulled an all-nighter last night and didn’t eat dinner.”

Ah. There it is.

You exhale in exasperation. This was going to be a very long couple of days…

True to his words, the next day, he was barely in your presence. This only served to fuel your irritation more since it screamed out the comparison between the difference of working status between the two of you.

You sighed for what seemed like the hundredth sigh and take out your laptop.

“Well. People who aren’t geniuses have to work hard. I’m busy too, y’know,” you spoke to a non-existent shadow of Jimin you conjured.

Jimin came back home at around the evening, but he came back earlier than you had since you went to the market to get groceries.

You come back to see Jimin making himself at home while he munches on a bag of chips on the sofa while watching some kind of variety show.

“Oh. Welcome home. Did you happen to get the groceries I asked you to get?”

“Yes. I did,” you grunt as you struggle to put the groceries down on the kitchen table.

“Oh? You did?” His eyes widen.

You close your eyes in frustration. His surprise in his completion of his request irritated you more than the request itself.

“Jimin– as much as I honestly dislike you, you’re still a guest. And as long as you are a guest, I have to make sure your stay here is damn great, 10/10 would recommend. Okay?”

Jimin stares at you for what seemed like years. His face stilled until it finally broke out into a wide grin.

And that was the moment your heart skipped a beat.

What…the hell? Nuh-uh. No way. No way in hell did I just think he was-

“Okay. Then in order to make my stay great, 10/10, you wanna join me?”

He pats on the seat of the sofa next to him.

“This show’s really funny.”

“Huh? But I have to make din–”

“Please? For a guest?”

Ohhh shit. What have I done?

You could not focus on the show at all. The parts you did listen to were all drowned out by his laughter. But you were just mainly confused to why you were watching this with him. You stared at Jimin who was so busily invested in the show. And you wondered- who really was Park Jimin? The more you thought about it, the more it became a wonder. You didn’t really know much about him after all. The way his cheeks touched his eyes as he laughed made you feel something. It was less closer to the irritation that you felt for him during the past few years.

The entire time was awkward- at least for you. And you felt your fatigue hit you as you yawned. You quickly cover your mouth hoping that Jimin didn’t notice, but it seemed like you were too late as Jimin started snickering.

“You tired?”

“Yeah– cause of somebody. It’s getting late, I should start preparing–”

“Lemme do it.”

“Huh?” Your eyes widen in shock.

“I know how to cook. I’ve been living by myself for quite a while now. Besides, I was the one who made you watch it with me. There are no rules that guests can’t pay their price, right?”

He smirks at your speechlessness. “Pasta, right? I saw the groceries earlier. I’ll have you know– I make one hell of a pasta.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that.

And as it turns out, and as much as you begrudgingly admit- he did make a hell of a good pasta.

Your time with Jimin turned out to be more enjoyable than you were willing to admit. He cooked for you when he could, and when he couldn’t he at least helped you. Pretty soon, it was just natural for you to take the spot next to him in the sofa and watch his favorite comedic variety show. Your laughs had echoed his.

But one day, you came home to find the room dim.

Huh. Guess he’s coming home late tonight.

And you convinced yourself that you felt relieved because you also felt another emotion that you didn’t feel like addressing.

You were in your bedroom working on a project idea at 2 AM when all of a sudden you hear the door unlock.

I’m just gonna check if he ate dinner.

You told yourself that as you made your way out to the living room. And you were surprised to see a Jimin leaning next to the door. His head was resting on the wall but the rest of his body was slumped, and it seemed that his body was slowly reaching the ground by the second.

“Ohhhh heyyyy Y/N. Wow, you still up?”

“God, are you drunk Jimin? How much did you drink?” You quickly run up to him and support him up by pulling his arm around you.

“Hmmm? Not much I dun think? Just a couple of shots with those smelly assholes,” Jimin slurred as he smiled.

“Just a couple shots, huh. Okay, let’s just get you to bed, kay?”

You manage your best to get him to the sofa. Your arms nearly give out as you release him on the couch.

“Actually, you want to go to my bed? I can–”

Jimin quickly grabs your hand.

“No. It’s okay. Just stay for a minute.”

“O-Oh. Um…okay.”

He inhales and exhales while still gripping your hand.

“I’m tired. Honestly…I’m so tired. Those jealous ass fucking higher-ups. Geniuses don’t get tired, they say. Who the hell are you to tell me I don’t work hard just as much as you do?”

A pang of guilt pierces your heart.

“…Jimin…”

He bitterly chuckles. “Yeah. I know you think that too. But I feel like shit. Like every human does. Cause you know what? I’m human too. But you…But you…” Jimin mutters.

You quietly clutch his hand. You couldn’t say anything- you didn’t really know what to say.

After a few moments, you heard a constant of breathing. You found that Jimin was fast asleep.

You felt your eyes hot with tears.

I’m such a fucking terrible person.

Your hands shake as you squeeze Jimin’s warm hands.

“I’m so, so sorry, Jimin.”

Jimin awoke to a heavy pang to his head. He crinkled his eyes to the unwelcoming sunlight. He found himself toppled with more blankets than he remembered.

Jimin rubbed his eyes and slowly became more aware of his surroundings.

Next to him was a cup of water, some aspirin, and a note that says, “There is breakfast I made in the kitchen.”

Jimin stared at the note for a while before everything hit him all at once.

“Shit…”

When you got home, you found Jimin on the sofa. He was startled by your entrance, and he uncharacteristically fidgeted and became hesitant on what to say.

His cheeks were tinged with pink, and you swore to make sure that you save the image in the archives of your memory.

“Um. Hey, Y/N. You’re back.”

“Oh…hey. Um. Yeah, I’m back.”

A breeze of awkwardness flowed between the two of you, and both of you were stammering to keep the conversation going.

“Hey! So. Apparently they are almost finished fixing my water heater. They should be finished by tomorrow afternoon. Aren’t you glad?”

“…Oh. Tomorrow’s already Tuesday, huh.”

Not met with the reaction he expected, Jimin came to a loss of what to say.

And after a very, very long pause-

“Sorry.”

Both of your eyes widen– both of you had simultaneously apologized to each other.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Wait, why are you?”

Both of you stared at each other for a moment, and started laughing hysterically at how ridiculous it sounded.

“Oh God, we’re so weird,” you sigh between your giggles.

“Yeah, we definitely are,” he agreed.

And at that moment, the two of you hear a very familiar “meow”.

You turn to the source of the sound.

And a very familiar calico cat stares at the two of you with its very familiar pearly green eyes and white tail.

“Hey, that cat!” Jimin echoes your thoughts.

“You know that cat too?”

“Yeah, I fed it once. Were you the one that gave it that bandage?”

“Yeah, I did. Where did it come from though? Oh wait, where is it going?”

The cat turns around and turns to the two of you again.

“Oh, does it want us to follow it?”

And the cat swiftly turns. You and Jimin both try to follow it, only to stop in front of the veranda.

“Huh? The veranda? But where did the cat go?” Jimin questions.

You quietly open the door to the veranda- and you and Jimin were greeted with quite the surprise.

The dark sky spreaded with a myriad number of stars, each shining with their own dignity. It was a view that took the breath out of both you and Jimin, as the two of you had your jaws open and eyes never wanting to leave the wondrous view of the diamonds adorning the sky.

“Hey. I’m really sorry for my preconception of you,” you started.

“Hmm?” Jimin looked at you, puzzled.

“Last night, I realized that I’ve been such a terrible person. I didn’t realize my own jealousy was clouding my judgment to see you for who you are.”

Jimin stared at you for a while before grinning at you.

“You don’t remember, do you?”

He looked back at the stars.

“It was during high school, and there was a certain art contest.”

In your junior year of high school, the pieces of the said art contest were posted in the hallway.

And well, Jimin was first place, and you were second. You didn’t have any qualms against that; it was what it was. So you silently nod, and was about to head back to class when you heard a scoff.

“So…you aren’t angry? Annoyed by the slightest?”

You turn around to see Park Jimin. He had an expression of chagrin, and you were puzzled as to why. Shouldn’t he be happy if he were first place?

You raise your eyebrows. After a moment, you just sigh.

“Not even in the slightest,” you state, and you walk away.

“…Huh. I… don’t really remember.” You crinkle your eyebrows at the distant memory. Jimin chuckles.

“Yeah. Before, I was content that I was being called a genius with such emptiness. But at that moment, I realized how powerless I really was. I was only human, and a human with an inflated ego.”

He looked at you endearingly.

“People called me genius, but you were the first one to treat me like a human,”

He sheepishly smiles. “And I was really desperate to catch your attention.”

And this Park Jimin, the slightly awkward man that is standing right next to you, was perhaps the Jimin he desperately wanted you to meet. And he didn’t really know how to so all he could do was act like a boy who teased a girl because he liked her. After all, you bet, he never had to do the approaching– he was always approached. Both of you just needed some kind of push to become honest with your feelings.

The two of you stood close to each other. On normal days, he would stand in the next veranda, making teasing remarks at you and you would steam fury in response. But tonight, things were different. He was standing next to you, in the same veranda, and the two of you were ever so close you swear you could hear each other’s heartbeats.

You smiled. You no longer denied that your heart was indeed beating way faster than normal for no one other than Park Jimin. And that emotion that you have tried to deny for the past couple of days were closer to blooming than being extinguished.

“You know, I want to understand you better, Jimin.”

“Really? Then, maybe we can go out on a date? I mean, if you want to, of course,” Jimin shyly asks. His cheeks turn rosy as he gives you the signature eye smile he was always so popular for. You scoffed at it when you were younger. But this time, you just might fall for it.

“Sure. I would like that,” you softly say.

And when the close proximity between the two of you reached zero as your lips touched his, a shooting star flashed quickly in the background.

“You know, we could film a movie like this,” Jimin sneakily whispers.

You laugh as you slap his arm jokingly.

You ended up spending the entire night on the veranda, and saw the sunrise greet you. You and Jimin were wrapped together tightly in a blanket, and defeated the cold autumn morning air. You saw the landlady walking down and you waved to her.

But for a moment, you think you see a familiar white tail.

Hmm?

But as you rub your eyes again, the image of it was gone and you see the landlady wave back. You blame your lack of sleep as you smile and slowly close your eyes and drift off to your dreams.

Calico Cats bring good luck.

-Ahhh idk this turned out way differently than I expected lol. 

-Anyways I just did this for fun and it was kind of a breather against all my midterms and working on pt. 2 for hhdd

-I hope Darcy likes this :) Thanks for the writing opportunity!

[knightofeternity]

LOL Over a week later and I realized that I accidentally added an extra joint to V's hand. ROFL Gonna go fix it. XD