#on the other hand. she doesn’t really have a connection to any of that lol

[mabaris]

the thing I’m very interested to see is Harding’s relationship to other dwarves as her weird magic manifests.

she’s a surfacer; I feel like no matter what happens, Orzammar dwarves are going to point at her as an example, saying, “this is what happens when you lose your stone sense, you basically become a human, and this is why you should stay underground because we’re safe down here”

[ktownshizzle]

Love & Lullabies | Part 6

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader ✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: What begins as a simple favor for your best friend Namjoon soon pulls you into the rhythms of Yoongi’s life—afternoons spent caring for his son, late nights filled with candid conversations, and a connection neither of you thought you needed. You’re just fresh out of a long-term relationship with an ex who didn’t want a family with you, so did you really just stumble into a life you’ve always dreamed of? (Thank god Namjoon isn’t the only one who’s clumsy.) ✎ ˎˊ˗ Alternatively: It’s 2025 and BTS is prepping for their comeback. All members seem to have gained muscle weight from their time at camp. But Min Yoongi has gained a different kind of weight—an 8-pound baby and a fuck-load of responsibility. (Thank god you’re there to help him.) ✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, idol!au, Acquaintances to Lovers, Reader is Namjoon’s bestie ✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Yoongi is a DILF (!!!) That’s it. ✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter warnings: THIS IS SOFTTT YO, these two belong together <3, BUT Is Yoongi bout to fumble MC (he’s still such a guy), Sung Kyung in her villain era, mention of pornography, reunion with a precious lil someone, not betaread (I don't have an L&L beta, so…), implied sex, includes fake tumblr/discord usernames—any likeness to real moots is purely coincidental lol pls dont at me 👀 ✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 3.8k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: June 26, 2025 ✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: Oh hi there! I guess some of you thought with how Part 5 ended that it was the last chapter. Well somehow, it’s not! As always, I keep clowning myself with how L&L is going to go. It’s all just vibes at this point. Consider this the beginning of the next Act if you will. This is inspired by an ask/prompt sent by @yoongznme. And thank you, Yoongi, for teaching and playing music for kids with autism. You inspire me everyday in every way.

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

You’ve only got one hand free—your other is balancing a box of those orange pastries Yoongi won’t shut up about, so you reach for the keypad to his apartment, thumb tapping the code you now know by heart: Haneul’s birthday.

But the second you swing the door open, you freeze.

Standing in the entryway, pulling a sleek beige coat over her shoulders, is none other than Lee Sung Kyung.

“Oh,” she says, blinking, brows lifting ever so slightly. “Hi.”

You take in the scene: her boots by the door, a cup half-full on the counter. It’s not that scandalous, not exactly, but it sure as hell isn’t nothing, either.

You tilt your head, offering a polite smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Hi.”

“I know you. You’re the temp nanny, no? My son isn’t here, though.”

Oh wow. So that’s how she’s playing this.

You take a second, studying her face. Her expression is neutral, but her lips are just a little too tight. You have a feeling she knows exactly who you are. This isn’t ignorance. It’s a power play. A test.

Calculating your next move, you poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek—a habit you unknowingly picked up from Yoongi.

Speak of the devil. Behind her, Yoongi appears from the hallway, brows raised in alarm like he’s already running a thousand calculations on how catastrophic this looks. “You’re early,” he says to you, and then, to Sung Kyung, “I thought you were already gone.”

“I was just leaving,” she says airily, turning to glance over her shoulder. “But I couldn’t stop myself from tidying up our son’s room. His toys are all over the place.”

It isn’t. And you know it.

“Didn’t realize you were expecting company,” she jabs.

“Didn’t think I needed an appointment,” you counter, lifting the box slightly. “Brought your favorite,” you say to Yoongi, keeping your voice steady.

“Oh, but his actual favorites are the lemon tarts from Tartine?”

Ah. So she really wants to do this.

“Well,” you smile sugary, tilting your head, “you’ve been gone a while, haven’t you? He has a new favorite now.”

Sung Kyung mirrors your smile—tight, polished, and laced with something sharp.

You know Yoongi knows a cat fight is in his midst, and it would be in everyone's best interest that he does something, anything. He runs a hand over his hair, gripping his scalp tight, clearly dying inside. “Okay,” he mutters, eyes flicking between you and her. “Time to wrap this up.”

“But you haven’t even properly introduced us.” Sung Kyung grins and it’s fake as fuck. She turns to you again, not waiting on Yoongi to make the intro. “I'm Sung Kyung, Haneul’s mom, but you already knew that.”

“Y/N, Haneul’s teacher.” You let the silence stretch just a beat too long before adding:

“And Yoongi’s girlfriend… in case you didn’t know.”

There it is—a micro-flinch. Just the tiniest tick in her jaw. But it’s enough.

“Nice to meet you,” she lies, her smile stretched just a little too tight.

“Likewise,” you reply, voice honeyed. You don’t follow her with your eyes, but you do listen for the satisfying whirr of the front door locking shut.

As soon as it clicks, Yoongi groans, dragging a hand through his hair. 

“Damn, why are you so useless, bro?” you deadpan as you eye your useless boyfriend. You walk to the kitchen counter and place the box of pastries on the marble slab.

“Knew you could handle her. Wait, did you just call me bro?”

“Lucky I didn’t call you a dumbass.”

Yoongi’s at your side in an instant. “I didn’t know she was coming. I swear.”

You open the cupboard to get plates. He watches you carefully as he takes the plates from you, like he’s trying to figure out if he’s in trouble. He is, but, god that cute manbun atop his head is really doing something to you.

Because you’re too damn soft for him, you try a smile again, something less performative, as he puts the plates beside the pastry box. He suddenly pulls you into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. 

“I missed you,” he mumbles into your hair. It’s been days after all since you last saw each other.

You let the moment hang, let him get comfortable in your arms, rest his cheek on your shoulder, before you pull back just enough to look at him.

“Is that right,” you tease, voice unimpressed. “But weren’t you just playing house with your ex today?”

Yoongi immediately cups your face in his big, warm hands, squishing your cheeks such that your lips are pouting. “Baby. Sarang. I promise you I didn’t know she was coming. She dropped by to see Han. That’s it. I haven’t told her he’s in Daegu.” To top it off, he plants a kiss square on your jutting lips.

“Mhm.” You peel his palms away from your face to plate the orange danishes. “Looks like she enjoyed my silver moon tea?”

“I offered out of politeness…” he says. To his credit, he looks like he is immediately regretting this decision.

“Anything else that’s mine that she got to enjoy today?”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Come on. Don’t do this. You know it’s not like that.”

“Oh, I know,” you say sweetly, stepping in closer, “but it’s kind of fun watching you shit yourself.”

His eyes narrow. “You’re evil.”

“I’m literally an angel,” you correct, referring to the box of pastries again. “See? Still brought you these. You’re actual favorite.”

“Not gonna lie,” he leans forward. “You being possessive and shit, is actually super hot.”

You eye him suspiciously. “Did you think we were gonna fight over you then suddenly make out? This ain't one of your pornos.” You smirk pushing his face away.

He chuckles heartily, shoulders bobbing like an asshole.

“You’re lucky I didn’t make you sweat more.”

“You are making me sweat,” he mutters. “My pits are soaked. Am I in trouble? Because I still don't know at this point.”

You remember Namjoon’s advice. He told you to take it easy on Yoongi, because of all the pressure he’s been under lately. Maybe you don’t know all of it. You know it’s hard on him, but you also need your answers. If you are to really be in a relationship with him, there should be trust, and there shouldn’t be any secrets, too.

“Look, baby,” you place your hands on his shoulders, the tension easing slightly as he exhales. “First of all, change your shirt, then we will enjoy our pastries with tea and we can talk about it.” You say the last part with a small shrug, your smugness from earlier dissipating naturally.

Yoongi blinks once, and before you know what’s happening he is tugging his tshirt up, torso naked, flushed and a little shiny from sweat. The smell of musk and pheromones fill your lungs stat and you almost jump his bones in the middle of his kitchen. Miraculously, you find the sense to stop yourself.

“That's not gonna work…” you say, even as your eyes dip to the waistband of his sweats towards that tiny trail of fuzz.

“Oh?” he asks, biting his bottom lip.

Your lips twitch. “Fine. Pastries first. Kisses after.” You lean up, just brushing your mouth against his before you push him towards the hallway.

Sunday mornings are glorious. Especially this one.

You’re trying to decide whether you want more coffee or another round in Yoongi’s bed. And the fact that these are even your choices… yeah, again, fuckin’ GLORIOUS.

You’re in one of his old d-day tour shirts, sleep shorts you brought, hair a little rumpled. You feel so cozy and warm, wrapped in that easy, lazy comfort that follows a night like last night. He said he wanted to cook something before you left—breakfast, lunch, whatever time it was now—and he’s currently standing in front of the fridge, smelling something in a tupperware.

Then, you hear it. The beep of the front door. Little footsteps padding in.

“Appa!”

The tiny voice is unmistakable. You tense up, mug halfway to your lips.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, whipping your head toward Yoongi.

Yoongi’s eyes widen like he just remembered something crucial, like his son—the literal child he’s responsible for—might’ve slipped his mind. “Shit,” he says under his breath, already moving. “I was gonna tell you. Eomma’s bringing him home today.”

His EOMMA?! Fuckity fuuuuuuckk!

You don’t even get a chance to react (let alone hide) before Haneul toddles into the kitchen, backpack sliding off one shoulder, cheeks pink from the wind outside. He makes a delighted little sound when he sees you and hurls himself at your legs. You crouch just in time to catch him.

“Sarang!”

“Oh, sarang,” you breathe, pressing a kiss to his temple as he wiggles into your arms. “You’re back! Look at you, you’re so big now. I missed you.”

“Big,” Haneul says proudly. 

You laugh, hugging him tighter. “Yes, you are.”

“Appa’s right here, buddy,” Yoongi points at himself playfully. “I need a big ol’ hug, too.”

A soft voice interrupts from the doorway. “So you’re the Sarang he kept asking for.”

You look up to see Yoongi’s mom setting down a small duffel and a paper bag. Oh shit, you look like shit and she’s regal.

She’s dressed warm, a cardigan layered over a knit turtleneck, and her eyes soften when they land on you. Yoongi really takes after her.

There’s a flicker of something like déjà vu… the same look she gave you during Haneul’s first birthday when you handed her a plate of japchae and offered to hold Han while she ate.

Yoongi takes the paper bag and moves behind the counter beside you. You stand, wiggling your shorts down to make th longer, hide your legs more. Unfortunately, it ain’t working.

“Eomma,” Yoongi starts, rubbing the back of his neck. “This is Y/N.”

“We’ve met,” she says, though her tone is more amused than anything. 

Yoongi and you speak at the same time.

Him: “She’s my girlfriend.”

You: “Pardon how I—“

You look up from your bow, his words taking you by surprise. God he really sprung it on his mom like that—is he insane?! 

Yoongi’s eomma nods slowly, a smile playing in her lips. “You don’t have to apologize. We’re family here.”

Relief slowly washes over you as you stand there frozen and still mildly embarrassed, the feeling of a warm hand against the base of your spine being the only thing to thaw you out.

“Y/N is the head teacher at the HYBE daycare,” Yoongi says in a tone akin to a proud father. You warm further.

“Oh,” she nods. “That’s really good.”

“Thank you for bringing him,” Yoongi says as he takes out the banchan from the bag, stacking them on the kitchen island. “Were there paps outside?”

“No more. Those scums.” She replies with a shake of her head. “Han’s happier when he’s here at home.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi mutters, eyes flicking to you. “Me too.”

“I’m not gonna stay long.”

“You sure? I’m cooking…”

“It’s good to see you again, Mrs. Min.”

She waves a hand dismissively. “You don’t have to be formal with me. I’m happy Yoongi has someone to make sure he eats properly and wakes up when he snores.”

Yoongi’s now red in the face as Han climbs him like a monkey.

“Alright, I’m going. I’ve got some errands to run. Yoongi, Y/N. Darling…” She kisses Haneul’s cheek and just like that, she’s gone.

The apartment is quiet again. Yoongi is staring at you, equal parts apologetic and amused, as he sets Haneul down.

“You okay?” he asks carefully, as if you might combust.

You nod, following Haneul to the living room. “Yeah. A little warning would’ve been nice, but I’m starting to get used to having mini heart attacks when I’m around you.”

“I just thought it would make you happy. Seeing him again.”

Your heart softens. “Of course it does. A lot.”

“And I don’t want to give you heart attacks, okay? What I want is for you to feel safe with me.”

He takes a step closer, hugging you from behind and suddenly you’re Jack and Rose from the Titanic movie. You laugh, it’s silly. But perhaps you make a pretty picture, if a little curious for an innocent mind, because Haneul is staring at you both, babbling something incoherent but joyful.

“Welcome home, sarang.” You smile. It really does feel like home.

When you finally take a moment to just chill after work, your social media feed dishes the latest gossip about the new couple of the moment: “Sung Kyung & Yoongi.” Apparently, their couple's name is Kyungi or whatever. It’s superrr dumb.

You roll your eyes. You shouldn’t be indulging in this fodder, but you’re a masochist. Anyway, it’s just the same recycled clips: their laugh during that Suchwi­ta interview, the way they’re wearing the same necklace, the same flannel shirt. But there’s new “evidence” from her stories where she’d tagged her new theater rehearsal with Yoongi’s D‑2 album sticker artfully tucked in the corner. It has their fans spiraling, convinced it’s a secret sign. It’s not true, but you feel the pulse of irritation rise. Yoongi’s moved on, you’re here building your own life with him, and none of this recycled garbage changes that.

You kneel down to gather the rainbow sorting cubes scattered across the mat, slipping them into the plastic bin one by one. 

The door slides open, and you glance up just as Yoongi steps inside. His face is drawn, eyes shadowed from a day too long and too loud. He doesn’t say anything at first, just drops his bag near the shelf and sinks to his knees beside you.

“Didn’t expect you here,” you say gently.

He offers a faint smile, the kind that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Wanna go home.”

You don’t ask what he means. You don’t need to. The tabloid content is still sitting in the back of your mind, chaotic and unwanted. And maybe his, too. It weighs on him, what you think.

“Can you hand me those animal puzzles?” you ask instead, tilting your head toward the open box nearby. 

Yoongi nods, passing them over wordlessly. You both clean in silence for a few more minutes.

When the room is back in order, you flick off the lights and turn to him. “Let’s go.”

He nods. “Can you stay tonight? I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Of course.” You don’t say anything else. His somber eyes and quiet presence says enough about the weight of the world on his shoulders. You just want to carry it with him.

You spend a quiet night in, massaging the tension off his back, tucking yourself against the curve of his body, taking care of him the way you know he won’t ask for, but always needs.

Late afternoon sunlight slants through the windows, laying golden trails across the Min men’s living room.

One of them is dancing with you, little hands clapping off-beat as you jump with him to “Hop Little Bunnies” on the TV. He’s squealing in delight, his tiny legs kicking excitedly while you sway, both of you singing, laughing.

The other one is sprawled on the couch with his legs outstretched, watches with that gummy smile that melts you every time. As the song ends, he sits up, something bright in his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says, reaching to ruffle Haneul’s hair gently, “You use music at the daycare, right, for activities?”

“Of course,” you say, bouncing Han gently on your hip. “The kids love it. Why?”

He rubs the back of his neck, hesitant but excited. “I want to come by sometime… maybe play for them. Just fun songs they can move to. And I get to spend more time with you and Han.”

Your heart swells. “Yoongi,” you say, unable to hide your grin. “That’s such a good idea. They’d love that. I’d love that.”

He nods, lips curving into something shy but warm. “Cool. Just let me know when. I’ll bring my guitar.”

You’ve just finished recess at the daycare, and the room fills with the soft babbles of toddlers with post-snack zoomies. You glance over to see Yoongi carrying his guitar case through the door, a small smile on his face. You wave him in.

He gets settled by the little music corner, where there are colorful cushions, a toy piano, and a small speaker.

You introduce him. Not as SUGA. Not as Agust D. Not as Yoongi-ssi.

But as Teacher Min.

He waves in smol.

You tell the kids to clap for Teacher Min and his ears turn pink.

All the kids take turns to introduce themselves. And when it is Haneul’s turn, stars take shape in his pupils.

It’s so endearing, how Yoongi’s nervous at first. As if he has not sold out stadiums all over the world. It’s an audience of five plus you, and you can see the slight shake of his fingers when he adjusts the guitar on his knee.

You put a palm on his shoulder, just a slight reassuring touch while you address the kids and encourage them to sing and dance along. 

He strums a soft chord and launches into a gentle acoustic rendition of “Wheels on the Bus.” You sing with him and soon the kids are rolling their arms, wiggling their bums, and jumping about.

He does a few more songs after that. Every chord seems to loosen shoulders. Yoongi’s voice is sweet and a little gravelly, but surprisingly melodic, each word clear and comforting. He engages the children, encouraging them to clap along, to sing softly, to move their little hands in rhythm. 

You are by his side, heart expanding with so much happiness you think it’s gonna burst.

Midway through, his eyes light up when he locks with yours, the same sparkle you saw that one time in his living room, when he was playing with Haneul, before everything shifted and shifted again. And in that moment, something crystallizes within you, a realization so profound it makes your chest squeeze. 

Fuck. 

This is love. 

That night, you sleep over in his place. It feels natural at this point, and you’ve mastered the usual precautions—the mask, the back doors, and delayed exits. It’s all part of being with someone like him, and it’s something you are slowly but surely accepting. 

After freshening up, your feet take you to his home studio. You knock and push the door open gently. Lights low, the glow of his wide monitor casts a warmth over everything else.

Yoongi’s back is to you, head bowed slightly as his fingers glide gently over the keys. He’s playing something unfamiliar, but it aches with tenderness.

You step into the room slowly, not wanting to break the spell. And then, quietly, you come up behind him and place your hands over his shoulders.

He stills for a beat—surprised—but immediately pulls you to his his lap. “Didn’t hear you come in,” he murmurs, voice low.

“I didn’t want to interrupt.” You nuzzle closer. “You were amazing today.”

Yoongi huffs a soft laugh, turns his head slightly. “Nah. I was stiff.”

“Stop, the kids loved you. You were amazing, a natural,” you say, not allowing his usual self-deprecating behavior this time. The image of him on the daycare floor with his guitar, surrounded by adoring toddlers, the way his eyes sought you out for reassurance, your heart is still swollen from it.

You press a kiss to his temple. Then another to his cheek. 

“I love you,” you whisper. You don’t wait for a reply. You just kiss him. Slow, soft, deep. 

And when he pulls you down onto the studio couch with him, fingers trembling slightly as they undo the buttons of your blouse, it feels sacred. There’s no rush. Body to body, skin on skin, breath as one. His two hands on you like he’s never letting go. His mouth murmurs against your heat, spoiling every inch of you. And when you peak, you pour out the love that’s been accumulating even after years of missed chances, imperfect timings, wrong people—the love that was meant for him all along.

The next morning, you’re scrolling through socials when a reel pops up: POV: Free BTS concert in a daycare

The footage was taken from outside the glass doors. It catches Yoongi’s easy laughter, his tender nods and comforting presence. You’re also there, face clearly enamored. You are relieved that the kids' faces are not seen from this angle.

Thing is, the video has gone viral, and the comments section is filled with love and thirst alike:

@/tae7sykes: just when i thought i couldn’t possibly love him more. oh my hearttt @/angelshookie: am NOT crashing out or anything… #yoongimarryme @/flossydebut: AAAAGGHHH he is never beating the kind and gentle allegations @/yoonmeforever: this is so special 😭 @/undeniablekittens: fuck this man is so perfect and amazing 🥹 @/novemberjade: husband husband husband 🫠 @/miniboni: omg why is this so cute???

You tap it again, your heart full but racing—it’s true, it’s real, and everyone else just saw what you’ve known from the start. And at the bottom, amidst the flood of praise, one comment catches your eye and suddenly the ringing in your ears is louder than bombs.

@/lee-sungkyung: proud ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: Thank you for reading, you lovely, beautiful human xo

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[aakeysmash]

Farmer Sukuna and YN interacting with the other town folk?

(Which lead into my other question; is there any villager Sukuna actually enjoys talking with or is he a complete loner? I would think he would at least hang out with the adventure guild.)

farmer!sukuna and you visiting the old ladies in town

Farmer!Sukuna’s masterlist

Reader and Sukuna have many connections to the town folks. Yes, they’re self-sufficient, but they still have to make a living. Sukuna sells whatever his fields produce, and you’re a really great baker, so you end up selling some muffins/pies/sweets from time to time :)

You try to keep your lives as peaceful as they can get, so you keep to yourselves the majority of the time, but for the sake of your business you still have to meet up with people. Sukuna isn’t really happy about this because he is pretty much a loner lol, he isn’t an easy person to deal with 🧍🏻‍♂️ but he tries, mainly because he knows you care. You, on the contrary, are really good with words and gestures, and the old ladies really appreciate your company for tea time on Fridays. Sukuna, obviously, comes with you every time, too. And they absolutely love him.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re so thin these days! Is that brute not treating you well? Come, come, eat this biscuit,” a lady ushers you into her home, glaring at Sukuna who is behind you. You softly laugh while Sukuna grumbles “I ain't even do nothin'”.

“He’s treating me very well, ma’am. And I got you a blueberry pie, he made sure to pick all the ingredients for me,” you say sweetly, sitting down on the chair your husband got out from under the table for you. The old lady beams at your pie before shaking her white curls, pointing an accusatory finger toward Sukuna’s chest.

“You’ll have to fight me if you make her cry, do you understand, mister?”

“I would never, ma’am,” he says somberly, laying his hands on your shoulders. The other ladies at the table are hurrying to bring a chair from somewhere for him too, but he raises a hand to stop them. He doesn’t mind standing if you’re comfortable.

“One free pepper for every tear!” The same old lady exclaims, still furrowing her eyebrows.

“Let’s make ‘em two,” he smirks, bowing slightly. The old lady’s expression softens, and she coos at him. She pats him on the cheek affectionately, and you see his jaw ticking. He hates it. You snort, and he sends you a mean glance.

“You found yourself a gem, honey,” another kind lady sighs your way. You get up to point your chair at Sukuna, and he rolls his eyes, already knowing what you want him to do. You’re trying to include him in the circle around the table, just like every Friday. He sits down and you plop right on his left leg. His arms circle your waist, and you lean your back on his chest, content. "Strong, put a ring on your finger fast, makes sure you're fed healthy ingredients..."

"Oh, that I do, ma'am," he barks out laughing, making all the ladies follow. He has that young man charm that makes the group of ladies swoon.

"Let's drink some tea, shall we?"

[biancasaidstfu]

You know, we tend to think they’re not super loud since it’s not verbal or it’s done in such a small way. But I think they are super loud. Yeah they don’t actually say the words we are together…we are married ….you know whatever.  But that claddagh is so loud…it is  the loudest thing I’ve ever seen when it comes to acknowledging her relationship, besides a wedding ring. She had a really good explanation for it and there’s a little plausible deniability with it, so she says it’s about Bridgerton season three hence the three stones and how this was so important to her ..yada yada, but  to get a ring like that and to wear it daily,  season three has to be Better than any other project she has ever done. And what would make season three so important is that it’s where she fell in love with her soulmate, so of course the ring represents him and their journey. And I think that the ring can have multiple meanings as well. Now one could argue that she’s just wearing it however she feels like it, but for months, it was on her right hand with a heart pointing in taken then a very beginning October it was on the left hand pointed in as Married… now some people question since it’s not on the ring finger, it might not count, but I’ve looked it up and a lot of things  say it doesn’t matter the finger. It matters the hand. I just think while she can be progressive about what the ring represents , I don’t think she would not take how you wear it seriously.   this ring is is a huge part of the culture of people of Galway.  Ireland in general, but especially Galway.

Meeting her family at the galways premiere and the stories that shared screamed “meeting the in-laws”

The fact that we didn’t see them together from Middle June- to mid Feb(accept in that one pic). And when they were together again, they couldn’t help it.  They were just glued to each other. It is like they both get into a trance from the other one…lol

I don’t think I’ve seen a couple this connected since  EVER….

❤️❤️❤️

[miraclecereal]

Rating the Holy Quintet’s new designs + Other stuff

So we got a poster that shows the holy quintet’s new designs mostly in full. Yippiee! Also please keep in mind that these are just my opinions. I’d love to hear what other people think even if it doesn’t match my opinion! Like what you like and dislike what you dislike

The poster:

Madoka: It’s very magical girl! It keeps a lot of components from Madoka’s original design, it simply looks like a more upgraded version of her original attire which I think is very fitting since Madoka is Homura’s priority. If she’s the one who made Madoka a magical girl in this world, she could be giving her a more idealistic experience with her in the center.

The only things I don’t like are the buttons and the bow that seems to be connected to her soul gem but in a way it also works. Homura is practical and so it makes sense to me that in Homura’s world, things would be more practical such the clothing having buttons and the soul gem being connected to the clothing rather than just on the skin. I love the symbolism of the lock and I do believe that her hair bows having a longer tail could represent her long hair in her goddess form.

I personally think it’s too busy but it’s very cute and very Madoka. I’d give it an 8/10

Also just talking about how she looks. Her face in the poster isn’t angry but it’s determined. Instead of taking Homura’s hand she’s pointing at her. I don’t think this means Madoka dislikes Homura and is now completely against her, but I’d say she’s condemning her actions.

Homura: The original Holy Quintet designs were almost perfectly symmetrical so seeing them be asymmetrical now does bother me, even if it is intentional 😅. One shoe having a bow on the back and the other not having one does annoy me more than I wish to admit. (So does the red ribbing only being one leg but not as much)

I love Homura’s sleeves and the detail on the back of the dress. The chunky heels also look good on her and do remind me of her original magical girl attire. I miss the socks she had in her original devil form.

I always thought her original devil form had some good components but could have looked better and I feel the same way about her new one. But I can appreciate it for what it is. 6/10

Also I do wanna say that I think the designs being asymmetrical is intentional given the imagery we have seen in Rebellion and the new trailers, mainly the half moon. Honestly, I never knew how much I loved symmetry until now lol.

Kyoko: Her design isn’t too different. In my analysis of the first trailer, my theory for this is that the girls’ outfits are based off of how Homura sees them because it appears that she’s the one making them into magical girls. Kyoko has always been the more reliable one to Homura and who she seems to work with best besides Madoka in some cases. So to me it makes sense that Kyoko’s outfit wouldn’t change if Homura seeks Kyoko for who she is.

I don’t like the slit on the chest but I think its purpose is to draw your eye to her soul gem which it does a good job of. The puffy sleeves are cute and add a fairytale element to Kyoko’s costume, slightly pulling it away from the original design being similar to a priest’s attire.

I love the braids in her hair that go into her ponytail. It’s a cute little addition along with the red stripe on her skirt. It’s small but it also changes the vibe for me. It makes me wonder if she’s going to be less spunky and more sporty in terms of her energetic-ness. Overall: 7.5/10

Mami: I really want to like her design more than I do 😅 She doesn’t have any ribbons in her new form so they had to change the way her shirt and corset look.

I like the top with the over shirt and undershirt. I personally think it looks cute. I’m not a big fan of the new corset though. It’s loose but stiff which makes it look clunky compared to how flowy her outfit is. Mami’s original corset being tighter accented the silhouette created by her shirt and skirt and added a fullness to her skirt.

It looks like she’s wearing high brown boots over her socks and I don’t like how they look just by the color. My biggest problem with Mami’s new outfit is that there are too many different shades of yellow and brown that feel like they’re all competing against each other. The amount of different colors is weird to look at when the original usually followed a pattern of having a main color, one or two accent colors, and then white. Her new outfit kind of follows those guidelines.

I’m glad they kept the way her gloves are, I like those. 4.5/10

Sayaka: Sayaka is my favorite character and I really wanted to like her design but some parts of it do throw me off. 😭

I’ll start with what I like: The bandage around her face looking like it forms the bow on her head is hella cool. I also believe that the sleeves and the gloves are supposed to be similar to a nurse’s scrubs but I could be wrong. Something that I think is interesting is that her stomach is less exposed and only shows a peek of her soulgem. Her belt and skirt are no longer slanted at an angle which I think could represent taking on a more responsible look and presence in the group. Or maybe I’m reading too much into it.

I also think the diamonds on her chest plate and as buttons do look cool and could make her tied to Homura in someway since diamonds are a motif on Homura’s costume. 👀

Back at it again with the symmetry, I don’t like how she has a knee high sock on one leg and a bandage on the other. I think it fits the look for Sayaka being somewhat indisposed by Homura but I personally don’t like it. Her cape looks like it’s split into three sections which isn’t bad and can create a cool silhouette but it also looks a little strange to me. A similar problem I had with Mami, the different shades of blue. The blue of her arm sleeves and her gloves don’t compliment each other very much. 6.5/10

Nagisa: I think her design is just okay. It has a lot of cute components but it also feels really bare to me. It’s fancy compared to regular attire but too plain for magical girl attire. I personally don’t like how much of her midsection is shown, it kinda reminds me of winter clothing that isn’t meant for winter at all.

I like how her leggings and boots look, it’s a cute pair and the color of her skirt and shawl compliment the brown really well. The gloves are cute but I’m not a fan of the two puff ball tails it looks like are attached to her skirt. They’re just kind of there. I do like this design a little bit better than her original design. 4/10

Green girl: I’m a big fan of her hair color and style + The contrast it has to the dark green of her outfit. I love her gloves and the yellow ribbons on it. I also like her outerwear but I’m not too sure about the color of her inner shirt. It makes it look like a sweater which would add a clunky look to the layers. I like the look of the skirt and the socks too.

The form of the skirt does get me though. I think having it be a bubble skirt is cute but it looks too bulbous. It’d probably be easy to move around in but also a pain to fight in because it probably bumps into a lot of things. I’d want to see her design more clearly and close up so I’m just going to give it a 5/10 for now.

Patchwork Girl: I’m calling her this because of the sewing needles in her hair, red stitches holding her cloak shut, her skirt having a quilt-like pattern, and the string holders around her ankles.

Honestly her design looks like it would fit Magia Record more than the original series but I still like her design. Her cloak and her skirt have multiple colors but these colors are used more than once in both garments creating a reoccurring theme. The brown shirt or corset underneath her cloak is a nice neutral color along with her stockings. There’s a nice mix of bright and toned down colors so your eyes aren’t too overwhelmed. The red bow and stitches is an interesting choice and I do think there’s other colors that could have worked but the red works too. I’m not a big fan of the thread holders around her ankles.

I think her purple eyes do look a little out of place and could have been a mauve or dark pink color but it doesn’t ruin the look for me. I do think that the large sewing needles hanging off her pigtails are a bit excessive though. Maybe if they were smaller or they could have been replaced with the pincushion as a tiny hat. 7/10

Final thoughts + Mini theory: I’m excited for the next movie! Some of the main five’s designs are a little disappointing to me but I still think there’s a lot of love and creativity in each design so I’m still happy! Seeing the two new girls’ designs is neat too.

At the end of the new trailer we get this scene of Mami eating some sort of treat

It immediately felt very strange to me because it’s not very Mami for her to take a big cutesy bite like this. She’s still a teenager and certainly acts like one but she also acts very proper.

One theory I talked about in another post was that the reason why she doesn’t have ribbons in her new magical form could be that her wish is no longer to be “connected to life” which could mean that her parents are still alive and that her wish is something else. Another reinforcement for that theory is the gif above. If Mami’s parents were still alive there’s a chance she wasn’t rushed to grow up and is having more goofy moments as shown. Because her past was different, Mami could have a whole different demeanor.

But hey, that’s just a theory.

[cursed-sonic-opinions]

i’m not going on anon because i’m happy to elaborate if people send me follow-up asks on main bc i need the masses to see this: it’s a long one!

the sonic fandom is EXTREMELY misogynistic, and the second i point that out there is a swarm of people who want to come forward and prove they’re not. i’m not accusing everyone of being an irredeemable asshole who actively hates women, but there is an intrinstic, baked-in misconception about the female characters that i find a lot of people have accidentally adopted without noticing.

for starters, think about how content is MADE of female characters. are they just standing there? are they an accessory to the male character who is featured in the post? if you were to describe her to someone, would you use the terms “girlboss”, “mom friend”, “the one with the braincell”, or “be gay do crime” as a summary?

think of the female characters you know, and the media you like/dislike. are you a big idw fan because whispangle is soooo cute, but hate archie because *incoherant mumbling* kenders sally acorn fiona fox hot = bad? movie amy is great, but the only stc character that matters is tekno because tekamy is soooo cute? are we going to downtalk characters from older series’ without interacting with them critically, all while blindly accepting every glimpse of a woman in new media regardless of how well she has been written?

if you are depicting a queer woman, are the sapphic female characters just standing next to each other, maybe making eye contact? is the more masculine one (read this loosely as: wears pants, most sonic characters are extremely femme unless you mean like. thunderbolt or something lol) given she/they pronouns, whereas the more feminine one is bisexual and given more outfit redesigns?

look closer again, and hold my hand. do you “ship” the women because they look pretty together? what about their character arcs, foils, contrasting lifestyles, etc… how does this affect their dynamic?

are we writing thousand word posts with frame-by-frame analysis of a female character’s growth, or is that merely reserved for the uwu gay babies aka literally any male character?

let’s circle back to queer women. are your trans women headcanons equivalent in number to the trans men? do your non binary headcanons skew afab transmasc? when you depict a trans female character, is she either hyperfeminine or androgynous, with little development into her identity?

okay, i’ll take a step back and really slow down. when you look at your blog, go on, take a look at it, how much of it is about the sonic women in proportion to your favourite yaoi ship? are you shipping blazamy and wavouge as an accessory to sonadow/espilver/sonjet so that all the women are paired off with each other? do you target characters like amy or rouge because of their romantically implied connections to a male character you write as gay?

finally, when a female character is written about, what does she do? is she giving advice to a male character, taking care of them, or being responsible for those around her? do we talk about her story? her interests? the things she does for herself, outside of romance or her male teammates?

okay, deeply breathe out with me. if you see yourself in this picture, and your kneejerk reaction is to try and justify why you act this way, please… don’t. you are not a hateful person, and there’s a good chance you don’t mean to neglect our sonic women. i’m not here to fight every person on the internet who has, unbeknownst to themself, treated the female characters like shit.

there is a deep, DEEP bias against female sonic characters, and just because we’ve traded oversexualized love triangles for #girlboss mom friends, it doesn’t make it LESS misogynistic. you just changed the font.

my confession is that as a long time fan who has seen many generations of the sonic fandom, i think the misogyny of today is worse than it was in the 2000’s. it’s just in a subtler, crueler way. to put it simply, it’s easy to bash someone who essentially spells out that they hate women than someone who subconsciously does misogynistic things, is noseblind to it, and then gets defensive/denies it because it’s baked in and not offensive at a first glance.

lol. longpost over, everyone who feels upset is free to come yell at me on my blog, i thrive off of it 😁

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[daphwritesworld]

Helloooooo girll could you maybe write like an NSFW ABC of top!Alessia

I would really appreciate it

and i wanted to say that your writing is sooo good and you're definitely one of the best woso writers out there just do your thing because I think you'll always have someone to appreciate your work at least be sure that I do appreciate it

And BMB or how the title is is really good and the cliffhanger is a 10/10

a/n: omg i wrote most of this when i was half asleep so sorry for any mistakes. i’ve also never done one of these so sorry if it sucks lol. but thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 and im so glad your liking my stories so far! hopefully this is to your liking haha :)

NSFW ALPHABET ft. Alessia Russo

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Alessia is the sweetest of sweet when it comes to aftercare. she always gets a warm washcloth to clean between your thighs and anywhere else you might be messy. Less also loves taking a bath together after a rough session— letting you rest your back to her front as she massages away all the tension in your shoulders from the many different positions she had you in. and she always makes sure to bring you a glass of water and a snack, kissing your forehead as she watches you to make sure you “replenish” as she says.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on herself: her fingers/hands. she takes the best care of her hands…well as best as you can when you’re a professional footballer lol. but nothing will ever captivate her make than watching her fingers slide inside of your pussy. while she does enjoy using the strap— she can’t feel you like she can when she had her fingers buried to the hilt inside you. it gives her a a different kind of high to feel you cumming around her digits.

on you: definitely your tits. Alessia is a boob girl in my head i can’t unsee it!! she loves everything about your titties no matter if they’re small, big, uneven, perky, saggy— it doesn’t matter. if they’re attached or you? yeah they’re always gonna be getting fondled, groped, sucked on, slapped, or squeezed. it’s a requirement for being her girlfriend honestly.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Alessia is a MESSY eater. she is gonna have your cum smeared not only all over your thighs and stomach, but across her face as well. one time Alessia overstimulated you to the point you were squirming to get away and she just pinned you down as she buried her face further into your cunt…when she finally pulled back? she had a string of your cun connecting from your clit to the very tip of her nose. along with a few others coming off and attaching to her mouth. that imagine is forever burned into your fucking memory and visits you on days you are ovulating from hell.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Alessia once fucked you on the bed of your ex. she had thrown a party and invited you both— knowing full well that Alessia is your new girlfriend…only to flirt with you right in front of her. well that night ended with you squirting all over your ex’s sheets, Alessia leaving a little party gift for the host as she quickly escorted you home after that. not before she found your ex in the crowd of people dancing. and while you couldn’t hear what was said, you saw the way your ex’s face went pale as Alessia’s only grew to have a smirk. leaving your dumbfounded ex girlfriend with her jaw on floor as she watched Alessia drag you out of her house…and let’s just saw Lessi was still mad when you got back to her place. so what better way to release that anger than by fucking you with her biggest strap? making you put on her jersey as she takes you from the back, your phone lighting up as it vibrates on the bedside table. Alessia was gonna ignore it, until she sees its facetime from your ex. she definitely answered it and flipped the camera to show off how pretty you look taking her dick with her last name on your back.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i feel like Less definitely knows what she’s doing, but she hasn’t been fucking bitches left and right if that makes sense. i feel like sex is more of thing reserved for intimate moments with people she cares for. which of course a few one night stands here and there after a win— but never with a compete stranger. that’d of been too weird for her lol.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Definitely cowgirl or missionary. Alessia LOVES to see your face while she fucks you. now that doesn’t mean she doesn’t ever switch it up. because she’ll easily bend you over and fuck you like a slut when she wants to. but most of the time she prefers being able to watch your features scrunch up and get all dazed after she fucks you so good your brain starts melting.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think it really depends on the mood. if shes ticked off or you’re in for a punishment? fun Lessi is nowhere to be seen..oh no. that’s all serious Alessia from that point on. but normally she is easily passing light hearted jokes and making you laugh during sex. she’s even broke out into karoke once when she was 3 fingers deep inside you at a bar.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think she keeps it shaven with a little patch left on top. idk i just get those vibes from her. no rhyme or reason just what i picture in my head🤣

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Alessia is always praising you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear— even when she’s punishing you. she can’t help but remind you that you are her pretty baby. she also always makes you confess your love for each other before you’re allowed to cum. if you don’t say “I love you” back? okay fine. you don’t get to cum, and you won’t until those words leave your lips. no matter how mad either of you are, you always say it before cumming..and she won’t let you ruin that streak. so be as stubborn as you want, she’ll just keep fucking you and keeping you on the edge till you admit your love for her.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Alessia was always getting herself off before she got with you, but she only masturbates when you two are separated now. Alessia will drive, walk, or bike to your house at any time of night just to fuck you. ain’t no way she’s gonna touch herself unless she absolutely HAS to lol.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i think Less has a breeding kink 🫣 she loves her strap that squirts fake cum inside of you. her favorite part is watching it ooze out of you and then using her fingers to fuck it back inside. “i can’t claim you if you leak out all my cum baby. if you can’t keep this load in, i’ll just have to fuck you full of another one. oh god or the pictures she takes of your face covered in the droplets of the realistic looking white substance. your tongue hanging out as you look at her with a hunger in your eyes. yeah Alessia loves getting you all messy with her dick.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere with a bed or a couch. she like being able to spread you out and down for her own benefit…but she also loves bending you over the counters of bathrooms so she can force you to watch yourself come undone. (and the car but we will talk about that later)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you compliment her skills/playing. it makes a blush settle into her cheeks, but it also makes a desire to eat your pussy till your crying settle in, too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

absolutely NO fucking on nights before games. its a weird ritual she has, but she takes it very seriously. no matter how much you beg…it’s not happening. Alessia will not give in to any of your advances no matter how enticing they are. she has her rules and she will follow them. plus that just means she has sll the more energy to fuck you after the game. win or lose you know you and your poor pussy are in for a hell of a night.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

as much as Less is a munch she also loves your mouth. its her favorite way of getting off. looking down and seeing her pretty girl between her thighs? oh the visual alone has her cumming sometimes. i think Less is verrry skilled with her tongue. she takes your breath way just from making out, let alone when she’s eating it 🫣 plus when you two first started getting sexual— she would spend hours between your legs just learning what all makes you tick, wetter, and all the things you like. Less’s favorite thing to do after she’s made you cum on her tongue is to kiss your puffy sensitive clit. it always makes you gasp out and buck your hips a little, and it’s like an addiction for Alessia after she does it the first time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it definitely depends on both of your moods. Alessia can make love to you all soft and sensual with nose kisses and whispered words only meant for the two of you….but she can also call you a whore and fuck you till your legs give out. so it’s really just a 50/50 depending on how the day goes 🤣

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

oh she is the QUEEN of quickies. she starts off not really liking them, but when she starts saying your little tease of an ass?? (it’s not even intentional teasing either! Alessia just gets turned on by any and everything you do). so yeah Alessia is dragging you off (to the car teehee) to get a good 10 minute fuck in at least twice a week.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i’d say the risky thing Alessia does is the car sex. that’s as far as she’d public wise. but she is so down to experiment. she’s always down to try something with you once, and if one of you doesn’t like it? never again. but she’s very good with communicating things she likes/wants to try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

normally Less goes a good 3/4 rounds with you….but if she’s pent up on anger, after a game, or you’ve been teasing her? she can easily go for HOURS. she’s a pro athlete and a very competitive one at that. she can forget bite the burn in her thighs when she had a mission in mind…and that mission being to break your record for most orgasms in one night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i think before you Less owns a few different vibrators she uses on herself. but after you two get together? that’s when the beast really comes out. the multiple straps, wand vibrators, lush vibrators, and of course her lucky ball gag. that only gets brought out when you can’t stop back talking.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Less does a lot of small things to work you up, especially if she’s been drinking. like running her hands along your lower back, and then bringing one of them up to squeeze on your waist every time she wants a kiss, using her other hand to cup the back of your neck so you can’t get away. oh god and the way she rubs little shapes into your inner thighs always makes you dizzy— especially if she’s wearing some rings and the coldness of them contests from her burning touch. it always sends goosebumps shivering down your spine.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Alessia can be quiet as a mouse when she wants to be, but when she had the freedom to be vocal? oh she’s moaning, groaning, and howling out into the night. i feel bad for all the arsenal & english teammates who have to room near them at on away games. because not only can they hear you screaming till the sun comes up, they can hear all the nasty and defiling shit spewing out of Alessia’s mouth too. dear god they had no idea she had that dirty of a mouth on her, and she gets a few comments at breakfast about needing some soap to chew on lol

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Alessia LOVES car sex. it’s like her little secret only the two of you know about. outside of practice, outside of bars/restaurants, the beach, her parents her, your parents house, outside Ella’s house, outside Leah’s house, and you get the point…Less is gonna have you whenever she want, she just can’t help herself. especially when you wear something you know is gonna drive her mad and then spend half the night teasing her? where else did you expect to end up other than face down in the backseat of her car. all the while your teammates are taking shots and dancing the night away— and you’re getting your guts pummeled by the blonde striker in some poorly lit car park.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

this one feels weird bc i usually see it used right describe a wee wee🤣 so i’ll just say Alessia’s fave strap is a 7 inch sparkly pink one. she might be a dom but she’s also a pretty fem. FEMME DOMMES RISE !!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it’s not as bad as some of the other players— but it’s still pretty high. Alessia could be bone tired not even able to open her eyes and she’d STILL try and sneak a hand down your pants. during those times she usually lets you use her hand for your own pleasure because she whines about how she’s “been wanting to make you feel good all day!” so you kiss the pout off her lips and climb onto her lap to ride her fingers, and let your own hand slip under her sleep shorts. your poor grumpy tired baby just needs a little loving.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i think Alessia will still stay up a little bit, rubbing your back and just breathing in your scent as she listens to your heart beat against her chest. and that’s why finally lulls her to sleep— the peace and tranquility of your body on top of hers.

[pavuchokk]

I believe that El was never really in love with Mike, bear with me.

In season 1, she didn't even know what a friend was, likeee a couple of days before their kiss? And... Wow. Shocker, obviously, she didn't know what love was either. Their 1st kiss gets turned into an inc3st joke (just like any other their "romantic" interactions in the show, it's not taken seriously).

El first learns about love in Hopper's cabin while watching the tv in season 2 , this is the moment when she realizes that Mike wants them to be lovers, and she gotta play into that lover role. Writers sort of fraimed it as a lavender marriage without making El gay. She's just too unsocialized to understand what love even feels like. My girl hasn't even experienced family love yet (which she WILL in season 5, cause that's her real arc).

After their reunion, her first intention was to kiss Mike, but its clearly not because she's head over heels for him, lol. It's just the only thing she knows so far, and she knows Mike supposedly likes it (so we see her performing and comforming to society [and Mike] as early as season 2).

In season 3, we are introduced to them "swapping spit." Mike is showing sort of "I'm uncomfortable" body language, dude pulls her hands away and starts singing to get over himself, i guess. El did NOT like him singing, and later, we learn that singing together is a sign of love [Dustin&Suzie and Lumax, both couples had a moment where they were singing together]. The only thing she wants is to keep kissing, which is lowkey giving: "I'm a toddler and found something i like, so I'm gonna do this thing until i throw up." They don't really talk with Mike, don't share common tastes and interests. (Moreover, Mike is embarrassed about being a geek, he doesn't want to show her this part of himself ). So there's actually nothing to connect with each other besides being physical.

Then we have the breakup, and El says that he's her FIRST boyfriend??? Soooo she doesn't even see him as something permanent? That's not how you think someone you love, idk. Ik the beakup itself has been milked hundreds of times already, but yeah, my girl didn't gaf at all when they broke up, and neither did Mike (yeah, so endgame couple behavior).

Then there's the mall's "crazy together 1.2" dialogue, where we see that El doesn’t have that "crazy" feeling for Mike, she doesn't pick up on what Mike is trying to tell her (one lil funny thing to me is how Mike freaks out at the word 'boyfriends', yeah dude we get it, you're not gay, chill).

Even tho the goodbye kiss is talked about a lot, it is not talked about ENOUGH. Idk why people purposely ignore El's facial expressions, girl is literally cringing hard at herself. And no, it's not because she's aware that Mike doesn’t like her, cause umm she literally begs for his attention and love in s4 lol.

Heading into season 4, we see El's performance in its full colors: cheesy love letters and a sort of altar for Mike lmao. Looks like an obsession to me, not love. We don't see any characters doing bs like that, bc, well, it IS weird, and she clearly learned this shit from books and tv. The most important "couple thing" for her is to say and write the word 'love.' Well well well, sounds like somebody likes to read/watch romance😭.

The airport and the Rink-o-Mania oh yeahhh, both El and Mike are soooo fake here. Once again, we are reminded how different their tastes are. They argue about food choices like 2 times here???

Untill her rescure I personaly see El just being upset with Mike lying to her (and i guess she heard Mike and Will aguring in the Rink-o-Mania + later she most likely saw the van scene on top of that).

Now the pizza scene, it was giving "the last laugh," both are so ready to break up, and i believe they would've if Argyle hadn't come up.

The monologue, it just made her mad tbh, we see that with vines tightening around her neck and her facial expressions... girl is crying inside and out: "bitch Mike, why tf are you lying again? god i wanted to end this bullshit relationship".

After the whole Vecna thing, the season ends with her being mad with Mike once againnnn and Mike has no clue why ("but.. but.. i- i- i said "the thing" why is she mad, damn these species😒") , oh okay😅

In conclusion, it's just crazy to me how dependent all 3 characters are on this love triangle.

Mileven being endgame:

Makes Mike a shitty friend and boyfriend.

Will ends up as yet another poorly written token gay guy that has to suffer.

And El becomes just another ass written woman among hundreds of ass written women in media.

[dizzydaisyluna]

Focus Person

pairing: ghost!seungmin x fem!reader

genre: comedy, sci-fi, chaptered, sfw (minors welcome lol)

wc: 3.4k

Summary: Y/N moves into a new house to escape her old life and her family. She found the largest, cheapest house on the market, not knowing why such a large house was selling for so little. She finds out quickly why that was.

Includes: Your average Y/N, possible trauma referenced, cursing, possible intruder, spoopy shtuff.

January 1: New Year’s Day

The house is bigger than the listing photos make it seem.

The stairs are slightly off to the right from the front door, a balcony stalking the entryway. To the left is what’s meant to be a dining room, complete with a large bay window with webs in the corners. Only accessible through the dining room is the kitchen that’s just a bit smaller than the cramped apartment Y/N had back in New York.

To the right of the entryway is another room that has the lights off and old curtains pulled shut. The silhouette of a table is visible in the darkness, clearly left willingly by the realtor. And it’s no wonder why she let it sit there — it would cost her more to get all the rotted wood and possible bugs living in it taken out entirely.

Y/N sighs and drops her backpack on the bottom step of the stairs. Her backpack is all she has with her. The moving van got lost — so she was told — and isn’t going to get there for another three days. Whatever the hell she’s supposed to do in the meantime is entirely up to her and the not-yet-connected electricity in the house.

From somewhere in the house, a creak echoes. The house is old, creakiness is expected, but if there’s rats or something that’s causing the noise, that’s just another expense on Y/N’s end. As fond as she was of the rats from the subway, she really didn’t want to be living so close to their cousins.

There’s nothing she could use to kill a rat other than her bare hands, and there’s not even running water in the house yet. If she kills it, she has to live with the diseased remains on her hands until tomorrow.

Y/N shakes her head to herself. The rat can live another day.

The wooden stairs bend under her weight, threatening to give way and drop her into whatever space is below them. Since living like Harry Potter isn’t on her bucket list, Y/N rushes the rest of the way up. She won’t be able to do that for the rest of her time here, but once she has enough saved up, she’ll be able to repair the stairs herself. Or at least hire someone to do it.

The balcony platform is sturdy itself, but the railing wiggles in its spot, like it’s going to go crashing down to the first floor. Turning away from that, Y/N goes to the second balcony, overlooking the living area on the first floor. There’s no built doorway separating it from the entryway, but there is a large wooden board put up, blocking that way into the house. As of now, it’s only visible from the second floor balcony and has no point of entrance.

Living up to its name, the living area seems to be the only part of the house that still looks alive. Furniture has been left there, like the deteriorating table, but the couch is a bright red, vibrant like it’s been painted that way. The rug under it looks like it’s freshly laid out, the coffee table looking the same: fresh and new. There’s no scratches on its pristine surface, not even a vase of flowers that would match the scene perfectly. The other half of the room has a giant dinner table, beautifully polished. Y/N’s never seen a tablecloth that could cover the entire thing. That’s probably why it’s been left uncovered for so long. The only thing on its surface is the thin layer of dust that would be more concerning if it wasn’t there.

The storm outside is visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows along the far wall. If this was going to be her house for life, Y/N’s biggest focus would be covering the windows with the largest curtains she can find, but she doesn’t have the time (let alone the money) to do any of that. She’d also love to knock down the wall between the living room and kitchen so a person can enter one from the other, but she’s not going to put in that effort for a house that’s going to be vacant a year from now.

A flash of lightning brightens the room for a full second, thunder shaking the house just milliseconds later. Suddenly, Y/N is reminded as to why she came upstairs in the first place — just to look down at the living room and the windows. As eerie as it is, the unlived-in room in perfect condition and stalker-favoured windows, it really is scarily gorgeous. If only it wasn’t what she was running from in the first place.

Sighing through her nose, Y/N goes back downstairs. She’d already looked at the upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms during the original house viewing so it’s nothing she wishes to see twice before she has to. The moldy carpet and torn wallpaper are just small renovations she’ll have to make to keep the house livable. The mold removal assistance will arrive later in the afternoon, hopefully when the rain has calmed so Y/N doesn’t have to mop the floor afterwards. In the meantime, she picks up the singular box she brought inside with her initially (one of the few that aren’t in custody of the currently missing moving van). It’s full of plastic cups yet is labeled “fragile.” Her parents never were very helpful.

She takes the box through the dining room and into the kitchen. Unfortunately there must be a leak somewhere in the ceiling as there are puddles of rain water all over the floor. Y/N groans. If there’s a significant leak to make puddles this size, that’s likely what caused the mold and what will continue to cause mold until she finds it and gets it fixed. Y/N sighs again and places the box on the counter.

“Happy New Year.” Y/N smiles at the man on her doorstep. He’s just a bit taller than her but looks far older with his salt and pepper hair and slightly hunched back. “Sorry to have you here on the first day.”

He smiles back at her. “It’s no problem at all.” Y/N lets him in and watches him shiver. “Glad to see the storm has passed, though. Much harder to remove mold when I can be tracking more in, eh?”

Y/N nods and laughs a bit awkwardly. “Right. Right now, I think it’s only the master bedroom that has mold in the carpet, but I have no clue about the walls or anything.”

The man nods and begins to remove his coat. “Well, if you don’t mind, I have the tools, I can do a quick run-through of the house and tell you if there’s anything more I can help with.”

“That would actually be great.” Y/N nods again with another smile. She takes the man’s coat and puts it on the coat rack that was, like the living room, left in perfect condition.

The man digs in his bag and pulls out a device. “I”m Leehyun, Kim Leehyun. This is a moisture meter, and it’ll measure electrical resistance. When there is little resistance, there will be more moisture and most likely mold.”

Leehyun introduces both himself and his device in the same breath. Y/N tries to respond but all she can do is smile. “Okay!”

Thankfully, he just smiles. “Odd name? I know, I’m foreign. May I start down here with the meter then go up to where the mold is?”

Nodding again, Y/N leads him to the kitchen. “There was a lot of water on the floor in here earlier. I sweeped it all onto the back porch while it was still raining, but there was no more leaking. I have no clue where that water came from.”

“Could it have been dragged in by your brother? Had he been outside?”

Y/N, who had been looking on the floor for any new puddles, looks back up at Leehyun. “Brother?”

“Oh, apologies. Boyfriend?”

They’re both silent for a second before Y/N organizes a full thought. “It’s only me in the house.”

There’s more silence until Leehyun leans in just a little and lowers his voice. “I swear I saw a person in an upstairs window.”

Y/N doesn’t know how to respond. She’s glad she hadn’t gone into the bedrooms upstairs earlier, but at the same time, if she didn’t have the man here, she would’ve gone in there later at night when there’s no sun in the room and no way to tell who or what is lurking in the shadows. But at the same time the relief of earlier rushes through her, so do so many questions. If there’s really a person hiding out upstairs, what’s she going to do now? She can’t kill a person on her own, and she’s not going to ask an older man she barely knows to assist her. Should she look for a hotel for the night and call the police? Does she have to find a hotel if she calls the authorities up right away? How would a person get in if all the doors and windows are intact and locked or boarded up?

Surprisingly, Leehyun puts a hand on her shoulder and whispers that he’ll be right back before leaving the kitchen with a tool he must’ve dug out from his bag. Y/N hesitates before leaving the kitchen after him. She takes her phone from her pocket just in case she has to call the emergency line, but there’s silence other than the creaking of the stairs under Leehyun’s weight.

Nearly ten minutes pass in complete silence, broken occasionally by the sound of movement across the upstairs balcony. Eventually, Leehyun comes back down the stairs. “There’s nobody up here. It must’ve been some trick of the light.”

When Y/N finally goes upstairs to get ready for bed, she still finds herself looking around corners and shining her phone flashlight into every dark corner. There’s a patch of the carpet gone where the mold had been yet Y/N lies her blanket across the floor on the complete opposite side of the room. Unfortunately, although no mold was visible at all, Leehyun’s moisture meter went absolutely haywire when he checked in the other bedroom. Eventually, he concluded the room was okay and that the meter itself was having technical difficulties for other reasons. Y/N didn’t want to ask how he figured that out, nor did she have any intentions of checking out the room herself anyway.

At least she didn’t until a loud bang shakes the house like the thunder had hours ago. Y/N pulls her blanket under her chin, something she’s sure she hasn’t done since she was a child. Even then, the fear that creeps up her back is something she’s never felt. There’s another loud noise and Y/N gets to her feet. She opens the bedroom door just a crack, enough to see that the bedroom on the opposite end of the balcony, despite having been closed and locked when she’d gone to bed, is now cracked open. With another bang, it slips open just a bit more.

Trusting her instincts, Y/N goes back into her bedroom and locks the door. She picks up her phone to call the police. And her phone is dead. Black screen. Dark. Nothing. Nada. Rien. 何も. Her phone is dead.

She curses to herself. In order to get downstairs, she’d have to walk right past the bedroom door that’s seemingly opened on its own. She has nothing other than her phone to use as a weapon.

For the nth time, there’s a ground shaking bang. Y/N takes a deep breath and raises her phone above her head, reaching for the doorknob. Her blood rushes in her ears and she can feel her heartbeat in her fingertips. The doorknob is cold like the air around her, yet there’s petrified ice spreading through her stomach. Her fingers tighten around her phone before she yanks her door open.

Across the balcony, the other bedroom door is wide open, a dark silhouette standing in the middle of it. Y/N stares at it. She assumes it stares back. Then she notices its fingertips.

Slowly, drops of water fall from the figure’s arms. There’s scattered puddles behind it in the bedroom as well as one growing at its feet. Looking up at its head, the hair that’s sticking out to the sides seems to be dripping as well. Despite the water, the shadow continues to stand there like it can’t feel it at all.

Y/N blinks and suddenly the figure is in front of her. The door slamming behind it echoes.

It’s a boy, like Leehyun thought he saw. His hair is plastered to his face, soaking wet and long enough to reach his lips that are pulled thin in a rested frown. His eyes are dark and cloudy, angered beyond the years shown on his face. His face is smooth but thin like an under-fed child. He could pass for a young teen if it wasn’t for the fact he’s at least five inches taller than Y/N and his hands are far larger than anyone she remembers from the age he looks.

Those same hands grab at the front of her loose pajama shirt, pulling her forward until she’s almost entirely against his body and has to look directly up to see him. Then he speaks. “Why are you still here?”

Lightning illuminates the balcony from the windows in the living room. It hadn’t been storming when Y/N was in her bedroom.

Y/N shakes in his hold. She tries to speak but it feels like the air has been sucked from her lungs. It feels like she’s been standing out in the rain with the winter air pricking her skin.

Surprisingly, the hands on her shirt let up. The boy holding on to her leans back just enough for her to be able to take a breath. She takes a few more gulps of icy air but still can’t speak, like the words just get caught in her throat.

The boy’s fingers start fidgeting with her shirt’s collar. “Aren’t you scared?”

Y/N nods her head but her heart isn’t pounding in her chest like it had been when she first saw his silhouette. The boy does look less threatening up close, but the fact he can’t possibly be human should be more unnerving than it is. Maybe it’s the fact he hasn’t attacked her farther than grabbing her shirt, but still, if she is in her right mind, she should still be terrified out of it. She’s petrified, unable to move and speak, but now she can breathe fine and the only thing she hears is the rain outside. Her chest rises and falls at a reasonable rate and she can’t hear the blood pulsing in her ears anymore.

The boy releases her shirt and steps back. “You’re one of the first that hasn’t run away screaming.”

Still, Y/N just stares at him.

“...Or maybe I killed you.” The boy reaches a hand out to touch her arm, but instead of making contact like he did when he grabbed her shirt, the hand goes straight through her shirt, skin, and bones. The boy curses under his breath and pulls his hand back. “Dang it, I was doing so good.”

Finally, Y/N finds her voice again. “What are you?”

The boy, having focused on his own hand, looks up at her when she speaks. “What else could I be? I’m a ghost.”

Staring in silence, the lightning no longer lights the hall. The rain slows to a steady drizzle and the moon peeks through the clouds. Y/N mimics the boy when he tilts his head to the side. She takes a deep breath before talking. “I’m not moving out.”

The boy seems completely at ease when he responds, nothing like Y/N’s desperate attempts to remain calm. “I won’t ask you to, so long as you won’t try to get rid of me.”

Y/N nods in quick agreement. “Just don’t scare me constantly, like tonight.”

If the boy had said something about not wanting her here, Y/N would be far less confused. He was abrupt and almost aggressive with how he grabbed her shirt to pull her in, even when he was making a ruckus in the other bedroom. Y/N would assume he was trying to scare her out like he must’ve done to other people who had paid to live here.

“Practicing, sorry.” He laughs. He laughs.

“Practicing? The fuck do you mean practicing?”

But the boy just keeps laughing, taking another step back. “Come on, a ghost needs to be able to scare, just a little.”

But with that much noise? Y/N goes to step around him before doubling down and walking right through him towards the other bedroom. She tries not to hesitate before pushing open the door to find… an empty bedroom? There’s no furniture or loose items that could’ve been used to make the loud noises. The puddles she’d seen earlier are gone as well.

She looks over her shoulder at the ghost boy. “What were you doing exactly?”

“Surely you’ve heard of mimics? It’s a learned skill.” Then he swallows, puts a hand on his stomach, leans forward a little, and lets out the most ground-shaking crashing noise just by opening his mouth.

Y/N covers her ears and squats closer to the ground, the balcony she stands on trembling as if it were struck by someone weighing a ton. “I thought mimics just, you know, mimic voices.”

The boy clears his throat and in a voice just slightly different from Y/N’s, speaks. “I can do that too.”

“Stop that, I don’t like that.” The sound of her own voice combined with the slight buzz of static in his voice sends shivers down her spine. She rubs the goosebumps on her arms. “Do you sleep? At all? Or do you just wander around when humans sleep?” The thought of him walking around the house while she’s asleep unsettled Y/N more than the thought of just him being down the hall.

The boy looks down and scratches the back of his head. “I mean, I can sleep, I just don’t need it. I don’t get tired either.”

“Okay, well.” Y/N straightens her back and keeps her head up. “How about when I sleep, you sleep too. I don’t want you walking around when I’m asleep.”

The boy shakes his head. “This was my house first, I’m going to walk around like I own it.”

Y/N straightens her back. “I am the one paying for it. You were here first, but you’re here rent free!”

“It isn’t fair that I have to stay in my room when you see how empty it is. It’s boring in there, I hate being in there!”

There’s a sudden rumble of thunder outside and Y/N raises her hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, listen. It would be unfair for me to take away your free reign. You can keep moving around when I’m asleep, just, don’t be unbearably loud. You can haunt, but don’t make me want to move out.”

The boy looks towards the open windows over the living room, clearly shocked by his power to spike the storms. “Okay. I won’t be that unbearable.” There’s a long, somewhat awkward silence. “My name is Seungmin, by the way. Kim Seungmin.”

“You’re Korean.” She meant it as a question but it comes out like a statement.

“Born there, moved here, died here. What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N L/N. Born and raised in America, whether I like it or not.” Y/N smiles. “So, can I go to bed now?”

Seungmin shrugs. “Don’t ask me. You pay the rent.”

“Yeah, okay.” Y/N rolls her eyes. She just wanted to be polite. “At some point I can get you furniture for your room.”

“That would… actually be great.”

Nodding, Y/N walks past him and towards her bedroom door. “Goodnight, Seungmin. Please, no more noise.”

“Got you. Goodnight Y/N.”

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A/N: Thanks for reading! As chapter come out, I’ll add previous/next chapter links and around chapter five, i’ll make a post of links to all chapters!

[evaslytherpuff]

The call

Death Eater!Theo X F!Reader

Happy Halloween, Bewitching Beauties!🎃👻 I threw this one together in a matter of days. It may be a bit sloppy, possibly doesn’t even make sense. lol. But I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it!💚

CW: 18+Smut, Use of the Imperious Curse, Dub-Con(at first), Threatened with a snake(Once!), Mask kink, Glove kink, Bondage, Use of magical sex toys(sort of), Fingering, Overstimulation, Squirting, Rough sex, Slight Choking, P in V, Slight breeding kink, Creampie (COLLEGE AU)

I don’t really have a taglist for this one.🤷🏾‍♀️It was written on a whim.🤭💚

“They are just rumors. You can not believe everything you hear.” You snapped at your roommate while she gossiped with other girls.

“Girls are seen wandering around the castle in the middle of the night. When people ask them where they were or what they were doing they claim that they don’t remember, they just wake up in their bed feeling sore.” Your friend looked so deeply into your eyes, hoping that her gaze could change your mind.

“There isn’t any solid evidence of this. I’m a Prefect, I would know, I haven’t seen anything like this at all.” You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest.

“People are saying that it’s the Slytherin boys. Of course it would be them, who else could it be?” Another girl asked with wide eyes.

“There. Is. No. Proof. There is no way these guys can do this without getting caught. This is Hogwarts we’re talking about. It’s perfectly safe. You are all overreacting and believing all this bullshit. I haven’t seen a single girl out late at night and if they are, did you ever consider they may be sleep walking? Luna does it all the time. You listen to gossip and rumors way too much. I would tell you if anything was wrong.” Your jaw was clenched in anger now. These girls were being ridiculous.

“Maybe you’re right. Only a few people have said they saw something. That’s…not enough to support what’s being said.” Your roommate mumbled in defeat.

“I know the guys. Yes, they may be mean, sometimes they could be absolute bullies. I don’t think they would be making girls sleep walk around the castle. It sounds kinda crazy.” You huffed.

“Then why have girls been waking up with no memory of the night before and feeling exhausted?” The other girl frowned at you with squinted eyes.

“Are you serious? Have you seen this castle? It’s huge! Imagine wandering this place in the middle of the night. I’d be tired too! Hell, I get tired just taking the stairs here. Do you see what I mean now?” You raised a brow and picked up a brownie from the dessert plate in front of you.

“Well shit…good point.” The girl pouted.

Dinner flew by quickly after that and students slowly retreated to their dorms and common rooms. You, on the other hand, had to start your duties as a Prefect. It was your job to patrol the halls and make sure no one was breaking any rules. Students were allowed to party or even hook up, as long as it wasn’t done in the halls where everyone could see.

Your focus on your work was interrupted by your intrusive thoughts. The rumors were getting worse. First it was sleepwalking girls, then it was somehow connected to the boys in Slytherin house. People were saying that they were the ones responsible for the girl's strange behavior. It got worse as the days went by. Others were saying the guys were all Death Eaters and they were sacrificing the girls in the middle of the night. You didn’t believe this for one second. Each girl that was supposedly “taken”, showed up the next morning perfectly fine. Most of them didn’t even remember falling asleep the night they were apparently abducted. None of it made sense and you knew…it was nothing but gossip. Students must have been bored with their own lives and just wanted to stir up drama. You didn’t want to hear any of it.

You were friends with the students of Slytherin house, well, sort of. Maybe with a few of them. You could say… acquaintances. It was usually a hello and how are you followed by a little chit chat but you weren’t close enough to them to know if they were out to hurt people or not. The only one you really got along with was Theo. You thought he was the levelheaded one out of the group. He was smart and usually quiet. The way he carried himself was effortlessly attractive. Sometimes you wondered if he even knew the effect he had on people. Secretly you kind of had a crush on him. It’s why these rumors were kind of devastating. It wasn’t possible. They would have been caught by now if they were doing anything nefarious. There was no way they could get away with preying on innocent women. Could they?

You were on your way to patrol the Astronomy tower when you heard your name softly whispered in your ear. You stopped dead in your tracks and whirled around to see that no one was there. It was just your paranoia getting to you over the crazy stories spreading around the campus. You shook your head with a heavy sigh and continued up the tower, brushing it off as your mind just playing tricks on you.

Once you reached the top of the tower, you heard your name again. This time…it was much louder. It was as if someone spoke it directly in your ear.

“Who is there? I don’t have time to play games or mess around! I am not in the mood for anyone’s tricks!” You pulled out your wand and rotated in place, your heart slightly pounding. The whisper of your name continued and seemed to be coming from all around you. Your circles grew more frantic and deep down…you were scared. You decided enough was enough and bolted to leave the Astronomy tower but something caught the hood of your robe and pulled you back. You collided with someone much taller than you and when you looked up over your shoulder you were staring into the black holes of a metal mask. You were seconds away from screaming but a gloved hand quickly covered your mouth and silenced you. The tip of their wand was pressed against your temple and even though you fought…you couldn’t escape their grasp. A single word was uttered from behind the eerie mask, one that you had heard before in lessons but never thought anyone would ever use on you.

“Imperio.” Whoever it was, their voice was soft and deep and rumbled through your body as a haze fell over your mind.

Your body grew limp and you stopped struggling to get away. The masked figure behind you waited a moment before releasing you. All you did was stand there, staring off into space as they prowled around you.

“You will do exactly as I say. You will obey my every command. Do you understand, Bella Principessa?” That accent. You had heard it before. The memory was there…just out of reach. Who was that? You couldn’t focus through the fog that was enshrouding your mind. You knew them, this person, they weren’t a stranger and yet your mind couldn’t pinpoint exactly who they were. All you wanted to do right now…was listen to them.

“I understand.” The words spilled from your mouth but sounded far away to you, as if you were in a dream. Suddenly the man in front of you cast a disillusionment charm and seemed to disappear before your very eyes. If you paid attention and watched closely, you could see glimmers of their figure under the lights of the castle.

“Follow me.” He beckoned and you easily obeyed. You were in a trance, under his intoxicating spell as you trailed behind him. You both left the castle and soon the cold chill of the Autumn air creeped into your bones. Your body shivered but you couldn’t react, the curse refusing to let you have a will of your own. The masked man suddenly stopped and turned to you, his frame shimmering in the bright moonlight, he cast a warming charm on your clothes and you sighed in relief as soothing heat flooded your chilled body. As quickly as he cast the spell, he was swift to turn around again and lead you further away from the castle.

Your eyes scanned the area around you and it took you a moment to realize where you were. The Forbidden Forest. Why would he bring you here? Your robe snagged on fallen branches and plants brushed your legs as you followed the man in front of you. The sounds of the night and mysterious creatures echoed across the shadowed woods. After what felt like hours, you stepped into a clearing surrounded by long and gnarled trees. In the center of the flattened area stood a bed. Why was there a bed in the middle of the forest? You didn’t know nor did you care. All you wanted to do was behave and listen to every word from the masked figure.

He removed the charm to reveal himself to you again. Your eyes never left the mask that was now leering at you from head to toe. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t escape what was about to happen to you. What was going to happen to you? You wondered.

Your masked captor moved behind you and pulled your robe from your shoulders in one swift motion. He pressed his body against your back while his hand traveled up your torso to stop at your throat. The leather glove crinkled softly as his fingers wrapped around your neck, holding you firmly against his towering frame. Your body didn’t even react when he removed your tie and started to unbutton your blouse. Still holding you in place by your throat, his free hand slid down to your skirt to pull on the zipper. Your clothes were now a part of the forest floor and you stood there stiffly in your bra and underwear. The masked man let you go and strode over to the end of the bed and gestured for you to move closer to the bed frame.

“Remove the rest of your clothes, Bella.” His voice was husky, laced with want and desire. Your hands reached up to remove your bra then gripped the waistband of your thong and tugged them off as well. You were cold, you wanted to do something, anything, but you simply couldn’t. You even bent down to slip off your socks. This left you completely exposed to the cold elements…and him.

“Lie down on the bed. Do as I say.” He watched as you crawled on the mattress and sat on the center of the bed and gazed at him. You leaned down and rested your head on the soft pillows and laid perfectly still. Suddenly wisps of silk sprung from the sides of the bed and wrapped around your wrists and ankles. They were quick to pin you to the headboard and foot of the bed. You were at his mercy and yet your body was still completely relaxed. Your eyes were trained on all the twinkling stars that lit up the night sky. It was as if the moon and stars were blessing you with their very own spotlight.

Something tugged on your mind and the haze that had made everything feel so surreal and dreamlike was finally lifted. Your eyes scanned the area around you as you tried to register your situation. You were tied to a bed? In the middle of the woods? What the hell was going on? Your mind was screaming at you.

You fought against your bindings but they wouldn’t budge. Your heart was racing at a concerning rate as you noticed the man standing at the end of the bed. A Death Eater mask? No! It couldn’t be! The rumors…the rumors were true! Your mouth opened to scream but he quickly silenced you by placing a gloved finger over the mouth of the menacing mask. You shut up quickly when he pointed between your spread legs. Fear rippled through you as a snake appeared and slithered up then around your thigh. Its cool skin made you shiver as it worked its way up your stomach and stopped to rear its head by your face. Its mouth snapped open with a loud hiss as it bared its fangs. You realized exactly what this was…a threat. You knew that if you screamed or made a fuss, the snake would attack in an instant. Once you grew still and perfectly quiet, the snake slinked away and disappeared under the bed.

“What do you want from me? Please let me go! This isn’t right! I’m begging you! Let me go!” You cried.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He spoke quietly through the mask. “This is something I…have to do.” He almost sounded…sad, regretful even.

“You could let me go. I promise I won’t tell. I swear!” You pulled on your bindings with no luck. You were trapped.

Your chest was heaving as he came around the bed to sit beside you. You flinched when he traced your hip with a gentle fingertip, the material of his gloves heightening the sensation. He leaned in closer but you still couldn’t see his eyes through the dark holes of the mask. It was as if you were staring into a void, one that could swallow you whole.

“I—I can’t believe it’s you. I should have started with you in the first place. The other girls, I had no response, I helped them back immediately and erased their memories. You’ve always been so sweet, so kind to me. You don’t know how thankful I am that you’re mine.” His hand stroked your stomach and you gasped loudly.

“What do you mean? You’re not making any sense!” You wanted to move from his touch and yet your body…seemed to crave it.

“All of this…is part of a ritual. The sons of Death Eaters are meant to find a bride. We take a girl each night…hoping that she’s the one. The one we…connect with. I—I connected with you. All the other girls…nothing. Absolutely no response.” The man sighed and clenched the fist that wasn’t pressed against your exposed skin.

“Response? A bride? What the hell are you talking about?” He flicked his wand towards the bed and you shuddered with a low moan as heat cocooned your shivering body. A heated mattress? You certainly weren’t expecting that.

“This is what I mean.” He pulled up his sleeve to reveal a sinister tattoo that was writhing within his skin. A snake coiled within a frightening skull was revealed to you and your heart sank to your stomach.

“Why—why is it moving like that?” You tried to move away from him but he gripped your hip and pulled you closer beside him.

“It’s because of you. I’ve connected with you. You’re the one who is meant for me. It’s responding to you, Cara Mia. Don’t you feel it too? You can trust me. I promise I won’t hurt you.” He leaned in closer to you and brought the mask next to your face, the chill of the metal kissing your skin. You closed your eyes and trembled as a familiar sensation flooded your core as he inhaled your perfume. Arousal. His close proximity, his scent, and his soothing voice made your mind feel fuzzy. You were feeling something. Something you couldn’t explain and it tugged on you. Like a call you were desperate to answer. This feeling and sensations were more than just being turned on. It was an aching need. A need for him.

“You feel it don’t you? I can tell that you do. Don’t deny it and please don’t hide from me. I—I’ve always liked you. I just…I felt like you were too good for me, that I didn’t deserve a wonderful girl like you. The proof is right here though. You’re meant for me. This feeling…is too strong to resist. Let me take care of you, Principessa.” He whispered in your ear and you whimpered, wiggling on the bed as he sat beside you.

“I don’t understand this. Any of it but…I want you. Fuck, I want you, so bad. I know you. I know who you are. I—I like you too. I never had the courage to say anything…Theo.” You let his name slip from your lips and suddenly the dark eyes of the mask faded away to reveal deep blue irises that were sparkling in the moonlight.

“I didn’t do too well of hiding who I am, did I?” He asked with a gentle chuckle as his hand moved to grasp your hip. You flexed your body into his touch and his eyes smiled at you.

“No, not really. It was more than that though. I know we didn’t talk all that much but…I’ve always gravitated towards you more than any of the other guys on campus. There’s just something about you. Quiet, slightly dangerous, yet alluring. I know I shouldn’t want this, anyone else would want to escape and run away, but I need you. I’m not afraid anymore. If I’m yours…then prove it.

Was this really happening? He had to have you under a spell. No one in their right mind would want to be tied up in the middle of the woods with a Death Eater between their legs! There you were though, wet and wanting. You could worry about the future some other time. Right now you desperately needed him to touch you, be inside you, do anything to ease the ache that seemed to get stronger the more he waited.

“I’ll prove it. If I do, you must know, there is no turning back. You understand that, don’t you?” He asked and squeezed your hip.

“Yes! Please, Theo. Just…touch me! Do anything! Please.” You were begging, practically crying, as your juices dripped from your pussy to the mattress beneath you.

“I hope you’re ready.” He murmured through the mask as he moved to kneel between your spread legs. You nodded eagerly as you watched his every move. You were expecting him to use his fingers, whip out his cock and just rail you, but what he did next completely shocked you. He pulled out his wand and wiggled it in front of you. The handle was thick and round…provocative. His eyes seemed to shimmer with wicked intent as he moved to place the handle against your clit. You moaned as the cool and polished marble touched your heated core. Jolts of excitement rushed through you and he began to tease you with his interesting sex toy. Your hips moved against the wand, seeking more friction, but he stilled you with his free hand. You never knew gloves could have such a strong effect on you. They added to the forbidden temptation that was simmering between the two of you.

He continued to drag the wand between your soaked folds and your moans and whimpers filled the air, adding to the noises surrounding you. You cried out when the wand handle breached your core and Theo pushed it deep inside you inch by inch. He held the other end firmly and started to pump the wand in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. You whined his name like a prayer as he continued to fuck you with his newfound toy. His hand moved faster and faster as he watched you come undone with hungry eyes.

“Let’s make this more…interesting.” He said boldly as your eyes grew wide, curious about what he would do next. Your curiosity was quickly satiated when vibrations rippled through your throbbing pussy. Your mouth flew open as you tugged on the silk restraints and you gasped in pleasure. He never slowed down his movements as he pumped the vibrating wand in and out of you. Your body was thrown into ecstasy and moans were mixed with babbling as you enjoyed everything Theo was dishing out. Within minutes you were pushed over the edge, crying out his name as your cunt clenched down around his wand handle. His eyes focused on the grip you had on his wand while yours squeezed tightly as your orgasm surged through you.

“Fuck! You’re so damn beautiful!” Theo growled as he pulled the wand from within you and set it aside. He barely gave you time to collect yourself before plunging his gloved fingers deep inside you. Your hands clutched at your bindings as tears spilled from your eyes. He was throwing you from one orgasm to another and it was too much. He didn’t stop, not even for a second, his fingers plunging in and out of your dripping pussy.

“Th—Theo! Fuck! It’s too much! Too much!” You cried as he used his free hand to apply pressure to your stomach, his other hand was stroking your sweet spot deep inside your core. The material of his gloves felt delicious as he quickened his pace. Your head was thrashing against the pillows as your body contorted around his seeking fingers.

“Cum for me, baby. Do it again! Cum on my fingers!” Theo demanded and you swiftly obeyed, your orgasm causing you to squirt and make a mess of his gloves. Your face grew red from embarrassment but Theo didn’t seem to mind at all.

“I—I’ve never done that before.” You blushed as he shifted to hover over your body. Now, all you could see were those intoxicating blue eyes gazing down at you.

“It’s alright, Bella. Open your mouth for me.” He grumbled in your ear, lightly brushing your cheek with the metal mask as he leaned in. You did as you were told and moaned when he slipped two of his gloved fingers that were covered with your juices into your mouth. You were able to taste yourself on the expensive leather as he gently thrust his fingers in and out of your lush lips. Your mewling increased as he moved closer, studying every expression on your pretty face. He pulled his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop and you gasped for breath. Theo made quick work of his pants but only pulled them down to his thighs. You didn’t think you could be anymore aroused but your stomach nearly did a backflip when your eyes landed on his thick cock. Your hips were already moving in invitation as he pumped himself a few times while positioning the head of his dick at your dripping hole. It was as if he was hesitant. Why? You have already come this far. It was too late to turn back now.

“Please, Theo. Don’t stop! Please!” You whined and arched your back, hoping to rub your pussy against his cock, but he pulled away.

“I—I don’t want to—hurt you.” He growled as he continued to stroke his length.

“You won’t! I know you won’t! I can’t take it, please, I need you inside me! I’m begging you!” You have never felt so desperate before but you felt like you could combust if he didn’t fuck you right then and there.

“You’re such a good girl, so ready for me, I’m sorry. There’s no going back. You’re mine…forever.” With that last statement he plunged forward, burying his cock balls deep inside you in one quick motion. You cried out as your pussy tried to adjust to the intense feeling of being stretched out so suddenly. He stilled his hips, panting above you on raised arms, giving you a chance to adjust to his size. Soon, the pain eased into pleasure and you rocked your hips from under him. He steadily began to thrust and meet your movements as your bodies grew in sync with one another. Your moans blended perfectly with every groan and growl that sounded from beneath his mask. He picked up the pace as he shifted to kneel between your thighs. The silk that wrapped around your ankles released you and moved to snap around your knees, spreading your legs wider for Theo. He lifted your hips from the bed to meet his thrusts. His grip on your body was so intense that you knew there would be bruises in the morning.

“Fuck! You feel so good, Baby! Just how I imagined! You’re perfect! Fucking perfect!” He growled as he pound his hips into yours. You were on cloud nine as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth hung open as you tossed your head against the pillows, your arms pulling against your restraints. Theo didn’t stop and instead started to fuck you at a punishing rate. The wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out of your cunt drowned out the noises of the woods. All you could focus on was Theo and how amazing he was making you feel. You were ecstatic as you felt that coil in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. Theo moved one hand up to fondle and squeeze your breasts while the other still held you tightly.

“Theo! This is—fuck—this is amazing! Don’t stop! I’m—so close!” Your lip trembled as you peered up at his eyes. They never left your face. He was watching you intently and taking in every breath, every sigh, every reaction to his ruthless fucking. He suddenly flung himself forward, his face just inches from yours, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other hand came up to clasp your throat. He applied a little pressure and you gasped. His thrusts slowed but never lost their power, his hips slapping against yours loudly as he continued to pound into you.

“Theo…I want…to see you.” You choked out as his thumb caressed your neck before giving it a light squeeze. He shook his head and for the first time tonight…he looked away from you.

“Please…I—I need to see you!” You cried through the pressure he had on your throat. It wasn’t painful, more exciting than anything, and it had your mind spinning. He released your neck and you inhaled sharply, gaining control of your breathing once more. His movements never stopped. Not even when he picked up his wand and waved it over the mask which made it disappear in swirls of black mist. He looked exhausted but you barely had time to address this before his thrusts became sloppy and frantic.

“Cum with me, Amore! Fuck! Please, please!” He begged with pleading blue eyes and you nodded in response. A cry of relief escaped your mouth as your wrists were suddenly free. Your arms immediately wrapped around his cloaked figure and pulled him in close. His lips pressed against yours in a searing kiss as you both came in unison. Your pussy clenched his cock hungrily, milking him of every last drop of cum his body had to offer. Not a single bead was wasted as he gave a few more pumps of his hips inside you. His body collapsed over yours, his breaths fanning against your flushed face. The silk restraints on your legs released you and you slowly relaxed your body under Theo’s. His cloak was large enough to cover you both and you laid together like this for a moment before he shifted to slowly pull out of you. Within seconds you already missed the feeling of him being buried deep inside you. After pulling up his pants, he moved to lay behind you and rolled you onto your side so he could tuck you against his body. You grabbed his cloak and tugged it over you as you both cuddled while coming down from your high.

Reality set back in as he gently rubbed your wrists to ease the ache from being tied up. You were bound. To a Death Eater. Suddenly everything felt so confusing, the future terrifying. You shifted away from Theo for just a second but he pulled you back into his body.

“No! Please, don’t regret what we just did. Please don’t regret it. We had to. It felt so right. You know it did!” He sounded desperate as he buried his face in your neck. His hold on you was so tight, it was as if he was afraid you’d slip away and disappear if he let you go.

“I—I don’t regret what we did. Not a second of it. I’m just…trying to understand it all. It felt sudden and so…powerful.” You whispered as he started to stroke your hair soothingly.

“I’m not entirely sure how it works either. I just know that we had to do this. All of the sons have to. It’s what the others want. What they demanded. They still believe in…Voldemort. They are searching for a way to bring him back but until then…the younger generation needs to obey. If not…we’re punished. This is what life is like for me and the others outside of school.” He said mournfully.

“Do—do you want You Know Who to return to power?” You looked over your shoulder at him and his eyes were misty. He shook his head and sighed as tears spilled from his beautiful eyes.

“My—my father does. Most of the others do as well. I’m so sorry. I dragged you into this. Please forgive me.” He sobbed. You quickly rolled over to face him and pulled him into your arms. You held him closely and ran your fingers through his hair as you tried to calm him down.

“I forgive you…and whatever happens…we’ll face it together. In some ways…I’ve always felt this bond as well. It was like a call that I didn’t know how to answer. I didn’t do anything because I didn’t know how you felt.” You kissed the top of his head and continued to stroke his tousled locks.

“I should have been a man and told you that I have feelings for you. Maybe all of this could have been avoided.” He mumbled into your neck.

“For the record…the sex was phenomenal. The Imperious Curse was eerie though.” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“I know. I apologize. I feel like such a creep. I didn’t want to…do things this way. When that feeling took over and my tattoo reacted to you…I just lost it. I had to have you right then and there. Did you feel that way too?” He asked with a sniffle and wiped away his tears.

“Yes. It was so intense. I don’t regret having sex with you, Theo. I’ve had feelings for you for a while now. I’m glad to be yours. We’ll get through this.” You smiled.

“I’m scared.” He admitted softly.

“I am too, but I feel better with you by my side.”

“No matter what happens I want you to know that I will always protect you. I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. I promise you that.” He leaned in and kissed you passionately. You had no idea what the future held, or if Voldemort would ever return, you just knew that you had to be with Theo. Being with him, getting to love him, it all felt like it was meant to be. This was fate. You couldn’t ignore the call anymore.

“I believe you.” You kissed him with equal enthusiasm as he held you close. You spent the rest of the night sound asleep within his arms, perfectly content. You knew though, that once you left that bed in the morning, everything would be different. Although, with Theo by your side…you were ready for it.

[hwaslayer]

flowers on the floor (kys) | part two. (final)

(part one)

—summary: when yeosang decided he was going to take a month-long vacation, he was mainly hoping to get away from his mundane routine and the stress of work. he certainly wasn’t expecting to meet you and build a connection unlike he’s ever known. when the end of his vacation nears, promises are made to keep the relationship alive, to keep it blossoming. but eventually, as the reality settles in and the distance continues to put a wedge into your relationship, you drop your end of the promise without any trace. despite the heartbreak, all yeosang can do is think about you— hoping the universe will lead you to each other again.

—pairing: kang yeosang x f!reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 25k | playlist

—content/warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, details about a toxic relationship (mentions of gaslighting, manipulation, infidelity), a lil more details about oc’s family dynamics, alcohol consumption and intoxication/yacking, party scenes, crying, lots of overthinking, insecurities, negative talk, lots of lil flashback scenes, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), making out, sprinkle of breast play, sorry if i missed anything - i tried to edit this quick af lol

—a/n: ty for waiting for me <33 see you soon for professor choi's debut 🤪

Yeosang can remember the last time he had a good night sleep, and it was when he was with you.

Now, he calls your dead number hoping you’ll miraculously pick up— just to be met by that automated message that reminds him that you really aren’t around and he has no idea where to find you.

It’s a shame he doesn’t even have your friends saved on his phone. He always relied on you, communicated through you. He could easily pull them up on Instagram, but he feels the need to just go to town in case you’re still hiding out in any of its corners, hiding out in its deepest crevices. 

He doesn’t think he’ll find sleep any time soon, so he gets up and gets himself ready as it hits 6am. He takes a taxi down to the train station, making it just in time to catch the 6:45am train to town. He’s got a new podcast he listens to, one that he wishes he could share with you and tell you all the details about. He misses the nights when you’d share your true crime findings and he’d talk about his current podcast obsession for hours on end. He misses hearing your voice, misses hearing how enthusiastic you get. He misses when you used to call him babe or baby; whining over the phone for his attention. 

He misses everything about you.

He’s not even sure why he’s impulsively heading to town, now that he really thinks about it. He’s truly holding onto hope that maybe you’re just hiding out and taking time away, even though his gut is telling him otherwise.

He gets into town a bit close to 11am, and he takes a taxi straight to the restaurant. Everything feels like a distant, far memory. Waves of emotions wash over him as he watches the surroundings brush past, remembering his first times here. All of his memories with you.

It feels like a fever dream.

“Yeosang!” Mingi yells with a smile on his face. He wraps his arms around him in a big hug, patting him on the back. He knows what he’s here for and he’s already sorry he can’t be of more help to him, especially when he sees that Yeosang arrived alone and without you. He wishes he can, but he can’t. He’s just as lost as he is. “Missed you, my guy.”

“Aye! Look who it is!” Keeho and Jungkook come out from the back to greet Yeosang with soft smiles and daps.

“Hey. How’s it going?” Yeosang digs his hands into his pockets. “Where’s Mina?”

“She’s at work. The dentist is open on Saturdays and she’s the office manager.” Yeosang nods as Mingi responds. “Keeho, can you take them?” He nods towards the customers that just walked in and sat down.

“Bruh, why me? What do you even do here? Act like decoration?” Jungkook snorts.

“It was good seeing you.” Jungkook smiles. “Let us know if you want anything, on the house.” He turns to finish cooking in the kitchen.

“No seriously, we missed you, dude. Stay for a bit or something. Get comfortable.” Yeosang shakes his head and smiles at Keeho.

“Thanks, I’m good. Promise.”

“You okay?” Mingi looks at him as Keeho and Jungkook busy themselves. 

“I— yeah, I don’t know.” Mingi sits and lets out a breath.

“I see Y/N isn’t with you.” Mingi says it out of worry; there’s no tension, no bad blood, no anger behind it. He’s not teasing and pushing Yeosang’s buttons. He is just worried.

“And I see she isn’t with you, either.” Yeosang purses his lips— the hope he had slowly dwindling and lowering on the gauge. 

“Yeo, I’m not sure what to tell you. She was here, then she was gone.”

“Did she—“ Yeosang slightly shakes his head. “Did she tell you where?”

“I’m sorry, dude. I really wish I could tell you, but I don’t know anything. She didn’t say anything to anyone. Just.. left. When she was supposed to be back at work after visiting you, we hadn’t heard from her or seen her all day. We went to her studio and the landlord said she packed up and left, never came back.” Yeosang sighs and it breaks Mingi’s heart a bit. “I tried to reach out to her and check up on her but her old number doesn’t even go through anymore.”

“Yeah.” Is all Yeosang says.

“I’m sorry.” Mingi looks at him. “So, she never came to see you that week?”

“No. I-I waited for her when she was supposed to come. For almost an hour. She never showed. Her number was dead by then.” Mingi shakes his head.

“It doesn’t make sense.” Mingi mutters, but he’s mostly thinking outloud, saying it to himself.

“It doesn’t. I don’t really know what to do.”

“I’m sorry.” Is all Mingi can say, because what else can he do? He doesn’t know anything. None of them do. “We’re gonna continue keeping an eye out for her. Any sign of her. You’ll be the first to know.” He hands Yeosang his phone. “I realized we all never got your number.” Yeosang chuckles a bit.

“I was eventually going to ask, but yeah. I got comfortable with Y/N being around and sending messages on my behalf.” He plugs in his number and hands the phone back to Mingi. Mingi sends him a message and gives him a tiny, pursed smile before tucking his phone in his pocket.

“That’s me. I sent you Keeho’s, Jungkook’s and Mina’s, too.”

“Thanks.”

“It probably sounds dumb with the circumstances, but give her some time. I think she’ll come around.”

“Mm.” Yeosang hums. “I just hope she’s okay.” There’s a slight pause between the two before Mingi speaks up again.

“Want anything for the road?” Yeosang shakes his head.

“I’m good. I’ll see you guys again soon. Maybe?” Mingi brings him in for a hug and nods.

“Soon.” Yeosang waves to Keeho and Jungkook before stepping out of the restaurant, taking in the smell of the ocean nearby. 

“Shouldn’t we file a missing person’s report or something? Like.. she’s deadass missing. Is no one getting that?” Keeho asks.

“No.” Jungkook shakes his head. “Keep your voice down.”

“What do you mean no, Kook? We have no idea where she’s at, even Yeosang. She could be hurt.”

“No, I know she’s not. I know she’s out there somewhere, okay. Just give her some time. Let’s not make it any bigger than it should be right now, she probably has a reason and needs to be by herself. Let’s trust her, alright?” Keeho and Mingi let out deep sighs before nodding. Jungkook isn’t sure where he’s pulling this from— honestly, he does feel it within him, instinctual if you may, that you’re fine and that you’ve managed to find a safe place.

“Fine. But if it gets too long, I’m serious.” Keeho tosses the rag onto the counter and continues to tend to the customers sitting around.

Yeosang takes a small stroll along the beach, kicking along at the rocks and listening to the waves crash against the surface. It hurts a little to be here without you, because everything about this town is you. He swallows the lump in his throat when he feels the dull pain in his chest, doing his best to push it aside and breathe through it. He walks deeper into town, waving and conversing with a few people he had met from his visit. They’re all happy to see him, and they all question where you’ve been since they hadn’t seen you around. All he can do is shrug in return and tell them that he hasn’t seen you either.

It’s all a big game. 

They sympathize with him, maybe some even pity him, but they send him off with warm smiles and big hugs— telling him they hope to see him again for longer soon. He hopes so, too. But next time, he hopes to be with you. Happy again.

Whenever that is. 

He’ll tell himself it’s soon, even though he knows he’ll have to go through a long ass maze before he gets to the end.

Jeongin looks at you as you sort through your two luggages and fix your clothes into the three drawers on the side of your bed frame and in your tiny closet. He doesn’t even know what to say— quite frankly, he’s still trying to process the fact that you’re in front of him. In the flesh. Organizing your clothes because.. you’re back home and staying?

“So.. what? You just upped and left everyone? Your other friends? You didn’t tell anyone anything?”

“Nope.”

“You even got a new number. How are they supposed to contact you?”

“They don’t. For now.”

“Even that visitor guy you were seeing?” You stay quiet. It breaks your heart when Yeosang’s face flashes in your head. You miss him, you miss everything about him. And you wish it was easier to explain yourself, to tell him why you felt the need to run.

You just don’t think you deserve him. How could you be the person he deserved? What if you failed miserably and disappointed him, too? You couldn’t live with it. Not another disappointment.

“What if they file a missing person’s report, hm?” Jeongin tilts his head and you pause, looking at him dead in the eye. Jeongin realizes he doesn’t even know any of your friends from town by name. You’ve talked about this visitor guy so often, yet you’ve never said his name. He knows him as the visitor, that’s it. He’ll never understand why you tried to keep the two parts separate, but he guesses it’s making sense now— because of times like these, when you just need to be away and alone where no one can find you. But, why? What is the reason this time?

“They won’t, okay? I’m going to call them soon. Just.. let me get my things together.”

“No one else knows you’re here? Ryujin, Bin and Sannie?”

“Nope. I’m gonna see Ryujin tomorrow.”

“Your parents—”

“Not one word to them, Yang Jeongin.” You look at him. “Not yet. I’ll talk to them when I’m ready.”

“Okay, but my parents are gonna wonder why I keep leaving the house Y/N. Did you not think about any of this?” You sigh.

“No. I’m sorry. But, don’t worry about it, okay? I’ll get to them before your parents question anything.”

“What’re you planning to do here then?” The questions continue to spill out of Jeongin’s mouth because he sure as hell wasn’t expecting you to call him in the middle of the day, asking for you to meet him at some random house. He finds you’ve rented a tiny in-law, using the savings you’ve accumulated over time, but that’s not really the issue. He’s happy you’re back home [in a sense], but you look frazzled. All over the place. Sad. Hurt. And Jeongin isn’t sure why you’re hiding from everyone and why you’ve decided to do this without letting anyone know. But, he can’t say he’s surprised because you did leave after graduation without saying much. He can’t say he’s surprised because you tend to run, and you run often.

“I don’t know, Innie. I just don’t know how to explain it. I wanna get myself together and get a job at the vet or aquarium, start working my way up so people start finally realizing I do have a purpose.” You pathetically chuckle. You just want to feel worthy. Like you have something to be proud of. Like you can finally genuinely be proud of yourself. For things you wanna do.

“Okay, cool. I’m all for it. But.. did something happen? Did he hurt you?” You remain quiet, tears threatening to spill. “Y/N, did he hurt—”

“No.” You sniffle. “He could never. It was me.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t deserve him. What if I disappoint him, too? What if I can’t be the person he needs? What if he realizes I’m not shit?”

“Don’t say stuff like that.” He furrows his brows. “Why didn’t you give him a chance? It sounded like he cared about you, so why did you just let it go?” 

“I can’t explain it. I just don’t wanna be another disappointment to someone, especially him.”

“Y/N.”

“Jeongin, please. Okay? I’m tired. I’m sorry, I just don’t know how to explain it to you. Please be on my team right now, that’s all I need.” He sees the tears slowly falling, staining your cheeks as you continue to unpack and keep quiet. He lets out a small sigh, shifting in his position on the hardwood floor to embrace you in a warm, tight hug.

“I am, I am. I’m sorry. I just wanted to be sure you were okay and not hurt.”

“I am.” It’s another lie, but it’ll help hold over until Jeongin becomes more curious.

“Can you do one thing for me, though?”

“Hm?” You hum.

“Can you promise me you’ll call your friends from town? They’re going to worry about you.”

“I will.” He nods and wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans before standing.

“Should we go out and buy you some more furniture?” He looks around the incredibly empty and sad room. “Maybe some decor? I don’t know. Give your space some life?”

“If you buy me dinner, intern.” He rolls his eyes.

“Fine.” You chuckle, wiping away the stragglers running down your cheeks before hugging him tightly. Closely. You really missed your cousin, and he’s the comfort you need right now. Jeongin wraps his arms around you before squeezing lightly and pulling away. 

“Let’s go.”

Jeongin takes you to a small furniture and decor store nearby, one that isn’t typically crowded or sought out. It does have cute furniture in stock, and you manage to grab a few necessities and prints to hang around your room. You don’t grab much, though. It’s enough to fit in Jeongin’s car [barely]. As promised, he takes you out to dinner while you sort through your employment plans with him. At the same time, he manages to update you about how his internship is going, how he’s trying his hardest to work hard and make sure he’s keeping up. You can only imagine how tough it can get for him, but he’s a smart and bright kid— you know he’ll succeed either way. You stay for about 2.5 hours before the sun finally sets and you’re heading back to your place under the twinkling stars, the bright moonlight.

While you’re fixing up your place with Jeongin that night, Yeosang finds himself getting wasted just a ways away. He doesn’t know you’re so close; yet, in his mind you’re so far and distant. So gone and lost. And that’s what kills him every time he thinks about it because he just doesn’t know where you are. It kills him because he still holds so much love for you, and he all he wants to do is hold you. Tell you everything will be okay. Console you. Be the man you need.

You won’t let him, though. Why?

“Yeo, that’s enough.” Chaerin pouts as she shoves the soju bottle away. “Let’s go.” 

“One more.” He says, struggling to bring the shot glass to his lips. Wooyoung takes the glass from his hand and takes the shot on his behalf, no longer wanting Yeosang to drown in all this alcohol tonight.

“Let’s go.” Wooyoung repeats, standing to his feet while Jongho helps Yeosang up.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Jongho struggles to hold up a drunk, stumbling Yeosang. He’s got an arm over his shoulder but he keeps slumping over, making it harder for Jongho to take proper steps.

“You okay?” Jongho asks even though he’s clearly not. But, he needs to know if they should stop and sit. If he’s gonna yack.

“Will I ever be?!” Yeosang drunkly responds with a pathetic laugh. “She fucking left and I have no idea where the hell she is! I’m so stupid— this is all so fuuuuucking stupid!” His tone raises, causing a few passerbyers to look their way.

“Yeo, come on.” Woo says, handing him some water. “Stop.”

“I just wish she knew how fucked up this is.” Yeosang laughs again. “Isn’t so fucked up how much I love her and she doesn’t even feel the same?”

“I don’t mean to play devil’s advocate right now, but you don’t know that. You don’t know what happened.”

“She left, that’s what happened! If she felt the same, she wouldn’t have done that! You d-don’t do that to people w-who—” He hiccups as he struggles to get his thought out.

“Okay, okay.” Chaerin diffuses the situation. “Let’s just go home and get you in bed.” She looks at Jongho and Wooyoung, both having the same, concerned expression on their faces. They finally make it to the car and shove Yeosang’s drunk ass in the back seat, with Chaerin holding a plastic bag in hand just in case. 

Luckily though, Yeosang falls asleep for the short ride home. It becomes a mess all over again when Wooyoung steps out of the car to let him out— Yeosang stumbling over himself and damn near falling before leaning onto the side of his apartment and yacking his brains out. Chaerin stays with him until he’s good, all 3 helping him into his apartment and into bed. Chaerin gives him one last look as she sets the water bottle and trash can near his bed, a small frown forming on her lips as she leaves and shuts his door behind her. Wooyoung decides to stay behind and plops onto Yeosang’s couch, making himself comfortable for the rest of the night. He scrolls through his phone, pulling up IG in hopes of finding any possible way to get into contact with you. He knows it’s a reach, but he just feels like as Yeosang’s bestfriend, he needs to try.

He tries your name, but of course, nothing comes up. He looks up the restaurant Yeosang told him about, and he sees the restaurant’s IG page. He’s not sure what he can do with it, though. Even if you’re in the photos, it doesn’t give him anything. Yeosang has already traveled back to town to get more info from your friends, but apparently, they aren’t aware of your whereabouts either.

Where the fuck were you?

He’s already feeling frustrated with the fact that he has no other leads; he can only imagine what Yeosang’s going through right now. He wished he knew, but he’s at a loss. Wooyoung’s just hoping Yeo will at least get a sign soon. He doesn’t think you’ll hide out for long, there’s no way. Even with all this shit, he truly believes you’ll still find Yeosang and talk this out. He’s holding out hope, especially if his bestfriend can’t right now. It’s hard to tell if it’s a good or bad thing at this moment, but he can at least be a pillar of strength for Yeosang if it all falls through. Or, a pillar of strength to push him forward because he knows how much he cares about you.

All these thoughts swirling in his head put him to sleep pretty quickly, and Wooyoung falls into a deep sleep— better than one that he expected. However, that next morning is rough for Yeosang, to say the least. He wakes up and has an awful, pounding headache. He forces himself to get up anyway; hops in a quick, hot shower and heads out to find Wooyoung lying down on his couch, now stirring himself awake.

“You good?”

“Define good.” Yeosang plops on the floor by him.

“Guess not.” He snorts. “Do you remember last night?”

“Surprisingly, yeah. I do.” Yeosang sighs. “Sorry. I gotta call Chaerin and Jongho to apologize.”

“It’s all good. We know it’s tough right now.”

“Still.”

“So, what now?”

“I don’t know. I’ll keep looking, I guess. I—“ He pauses. “I don’t wanna give up on her even though she already has. I just can’t find it in me to let it go.”

“I mean, I get it. But, you do know, there is gonna come a point where you’ll have to if she hasn’t reciprocated or tried reaching out. I’m only saying this because you’re my bestfriend. I want you to find her and I want you two to work through this and be happy. But, I also need you to realize the other side of this in case it falls through.”

“I know. Thanks. I appreciate it.” He lays his head back against the edge of the couch and shuts his eyes.

“Wanna get breakfast? Just gotta drive me home so I can wash up and change.”

“Sure.”

“I’ll treat your ‘lil sad ass out.”

“Fuck you.” Wooyoung laughs as they both get up and get ready for their day— a day where Wooyoung can at least try to help his bestfriend stop thinking about you, stop thinking about everything going on for a bit. Maybe, he can at least have somewhat of a normal day.

For you, it’s not necessarily an ordinary day either. You’ve been standing in front of your mirror, trying to get yourself together before heading to Ryujin’s house after these years. You know San and Changbin are probably there, and you’re not really sure if you’ll ever be ready to see your friends after dipping and dashing.

How to explain yourself now? Why were you back? 

Why were you running again?

You’re honestly not planning to call ahead of time, you’re just hoping she’ll be home at the time you come. You feel entirely unprepared, nervous, scared even, that she’d judge you for being who you are. For getting too into your thoughts, for thinking the way you do, for running. But, she proves you time and time again that she is your bestfriend for a reason. Your bestfriend that you can count on and feel safe with regardless of distance, time.

“Y/N?” Ryujin opens the door slowly, a small pout forming on her lips. You don’t say anything in response before you find yourself crying and throwing your arms around her tightly. Every emotion, every bit of sadness, hurt, confusion, fear, you had been feeling finally swept to the surface and made itself known. She cries, too. But, you think Ryujin is mainly crying because she hasn’t seen you physically in years. Part of it could also be that she hates seeing you cry, and she’s most definitely aware that something is going on for you to be crying on her doorstep. She’ll wait until you’re ready to share, though. For now, she’ll take the fact that she has you here, and possibly for good again.

“Is she crying?” San asks from the living room, where him and Changbin are currently sprawled out on the floor.

“Over our food getting delivered?” Changbin sits up. “Is she getting her period?” He looks at his phone.

“I don’t know, isn’t it more towards the end of the month? That’s when she gets hella—” Changbin looks up and immediately stands, approaching you as you stand in the hallway next to Ryujin.

“Y/N? No way!” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a big hug. “Is that actually you?” 

“Yes it’s me, you dummy.” You mumble against his chest before he pulls away and gives San a chance to hug you.

“What the hell, why didn’t you tell us you were coming?” Changbin asks, but he suddenly shifts his tone when he notices how red your eyes are. The bags underneath. How tired and stressed you seem to be. “Wait, what’s wrong?” The question is enough to trigger more crying from you, causing you to dig your face into your hands before you even get a chance to sit.

“Here, let’s go sit so we can all talk.” San ushers you to the living room couch, sitting alongside you with Ryujin on your free side. Changbin opts for sitting on the ground, looking up at you with concern. You tell them everything, and you mean everything: running away because of all the pressure from your family, the hurt you felt from your ex. Your need to start new somehow, to feel worthy, to feel loved and appreciated in one form or another. You still don’t give them any names, but you do tell them you’ve made really good friends down there that you think they’d enjoy. 

Then, with a brief pause, you tell them about Yeosang. Un-named, of course. But, you tell them like it’s the greatest love you’ve ever experienced in such a short amount of time. It is. Kang Yeosang was the biggest blessing you’ve been granted in such a long time, you’re not even sure how you’d ever move on or what you’re even doing right now. Changbin rests a hand on your knee when he sees you struggling to speak in between your sobs, choked up from all the crying you’ve been doing. Quite frankly, he has seen you cry like this. He hated it because back then, you cried because you were hurt. You were hurt and as your bestfriend, he was angry. You were treated terribly, you were treated in a way that you absolutely did not deserve. And for the longest time, he wondered when you’d stop crying over your ex, when you’d finally get past that point of being so down and out about someone who didn’t recognize your worth. Now, he finds you’re crying because you’re so deeply in love. You’re crying because you’ve been so afraid to hurt the only good thing that’s ever come into your life. You’re crying because you gave up the one thing that brought you pure happiness out of all the fear built within you from your past. He hates it now because he’s sad for you. All that mess from the past made you leave the one thing you truly deserved— a chance at pure, genuine happiness. 

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Ryujin continues to hold you and rub your arm. “I’m sorry.” She repeats. “What can we do? Should we go back to town? Why keep hiding if you know you feel the same way for him?”

“I’m just scared. I’m scared I’ll treat him badly and I won’t make him happy. I just can’t—”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.” San taps your leg, reassuring you and not wanting to overwhelm yourself. “You’re an amazing person though, Y/N. I’m sure he loved you for you and would’ve been willing to do this ride with you. Nothing is ever perfect.”

“Look, we’ll be here to support you no matter what, okay? You know that. Just tell us what you’ll need and we’ll help you. But, I need you to know that you’re never going to be alone. You won’t be. No matter what it is, you can always talk to us, Y/N.” Bin chimes in. “You don’t have to go through all of this by yourself just because you think no one wants to listen to you or help you get through it. You’re not being a burden, I don’t care what anyone else says.”

“I’m sure the same goes for your friends from town and.. him. Whatever your ex did, doesn’t define who you are. Same thing with the fights you had with your parents. None of that is you.” You sigh, lazily wiping away at your tears as you nod. Maybe it was time to finally come face to face with your demons. Maybe it was time to finally learn how to make peace with it and stop letting it determine your surroundings, your environment, your present.

Because it isn’t your past.

“I really missed you guys.” 

“We missed you, too.” 

“You’re staying?” San asks.

“I am.”

“Good. Then, we’ll take it one step at a time.” Ryujin wipes her own tears before shaking it off and smiling at you. “How about we order a bunch of food and drink like the old days, hm? Why don’t you stay over tonight?” You nod, knowing you can just borrow some of Ryujin’s clothes until tomorrow. Ryujin whips up a quick and easy snack for everyone to indulge in before San and Changbin decide to go head to head in Mortal Kombat, while you and Ryujin hang out in her room. It brings you back to the old days, the days when you didn’t have many worries, too much bullshit flooding your head, when the world didn’t feel like it was gonna swallow you whole. The both of you could comfortably sit or lie down in a comfortable silence, each doing your own thing within the same space. Right now, she’s definitely scrolling through aesthetic Youtube shorts next to you, watching people pack their lunches or their night-time routines in a quick second reel.

You, though?

You lie in Ryujin’s bed, constantly typing in Yeosang’s number and deleting it. You pull up his IG and look through his posts, surprised he still has pictures of you posted on there despite the mess you’ve buried him in. Your heart aches when you catch his caption from the most recent post, suddenly the need and want to be in Yeosang’s arms stronger than ever. It’s a picture of you tucked in between his legs while you both sat on the sand, overlooking the ocean. He holds you close, his chest pressed against your back as his arms hang over your shoulders. You remember that day so well— Mingi was out paddleboarding while Keeho and Jungkook were working at the restaurant. You’re laughing [probably at Mingi], while Yeosang is looking down at you with the biggest, brightest smile you’ve ever seen. He’s smiling but his lips are pressed right against the side of your head.

Caption: you.

It’s so simple, yet it says so much about Yeosang and what this means to him. You feel the guilt, the sadness, bubbling in your gut; forcing you to swallow the lump in your throat to somehow help bury the feelings—

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You turn to Ryujin on her bed while the boys have moved ontoo another game in the living room, immediately closing out the instagram app on your phone.

“What was he like?” She smiles softly. “You know, your man from town.” You chuckle, knowing Ryujin hasn’t yet experienced a deep love but isn’t really in a rush to find it. You admire her, truly. She knows not to go looking in the wrong places and to just let it come when it comes. 

“He’s the most beautiful person I’ve met. He’s handsome. Charming. Always took care of me and put me first. He settled into town quick, people adored him. He was always helping out where he could. We kinda just.. fell in one piece together.”

“Was it good?”

“Ryu!”

“I’m just wondering!” You don’t respond and she immediately laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Most importantly." You give her a look and she giggles. "He was always showing me how he felt. He wanted to make this work, and he was willing. He wanted to do everything for me and I just didn’t let him because I was scared.” Your voice tapers off.

❊ FLASHBACK

“Wouldn’t it be nice to see the stars up close? I wonder what it’s like to be in space.”

“I imagine it’s beautiful.” Yeosang says as he looks up at the sky with you as you both sit on the rooftop of your apartment complex.

“Yeosang.”

“Yeah?” His eyes are doe-eyed as he looks down at you with curiosity, wondering where your thoughts are right now. 

“I wish I could touch a star. Hold one in the palm of my hands.”

“I dunno if that’s possible, pretty girl.” He does a slight head tilt. “Can’t bag it ‘till we try it, right?” You look at him when he starts raising his hand to the sky, pretending to pluck away at the tiny dots in the night sky.

“What’re you doing?” You smile as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“I’m trying to grab you as many stars as possible.”

“Sangie.” You giggle as you watch him continue to pretend and pluck the stars from the sky, setting it aside next to you.

“You asked for the stars, so I’m delivering.”

“You’re the best.” You plant a kiss on his shoulder before resting your chin on his shoulder. He can’t help but smile at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving down to the tip of your nose.

“Only for you.” 

❊ END

“I don’t think you have to be, love. He sounds like a genuinely good person.”

“It’s just me.” She brushes your hair back and gives you a small smile.

“He’s here, yeah?” You nod. “When you’re ready, go find him and talk to him. I’m sure he’s out there looking for you and it doesn’t sound like he’s the type to give up.”

“I will.”

“Can I see a picture of him? I won’t do anything, promise.” You pull up a photo of Yeosang on your phone, one of him posing by the beach; the other, him holding you from behind while he presses a kiss to your temple. Ryujin’s eyes light up when she sees how genuinely happy you are in the photo, how much you glow. “He’s gorgeous, Y/N! What the fuck! Does he have friends?!”

“Yeah, he does. I just haven’t met them yet.”

“You two are perfect.” She chuckles as she looks at the picture once more before returning the phone to you. “Hey. Have you talked to your parents?”

“Nope. They don’t even know I’m here.”

“Will you?”

“When I’m ready.”

“What do you plan to do in the meantime?”

“I’ve applied to a couple of vets, the aquarium. Hopefully, I snag a job at the aquarium somehow. It’d be so fun.”

“I hope so, too.”

“I’m proud of you.” Your bestfriend says. “It hasn’t been easy, but look at you. Still going strong. Doing your thing. You’re doing your best.” She pinches your arm playfully. “But, I just want you to be happy. Stop running from the people that bring you happiness, okay? You deserve it. No matter what was said or done in the past.”

“Thank you.” You pull her into a hug and cling onto her for a good minute, taking in the comfort Ryujin brings to you.

The rest of the day goes as it usually does with San, Changbin and Ryujin. Despite the time away, being apart, everything felt completely normal; as if you picked up right where you left off. You take more time to catch up with them over some good eats before walking around the neighborhood and getting some air. You grab some groceries for tonight’s dinner, inviting Jeongin over after he runs some errands with his parents. You like the fact that your friends treat Jeongin like their own sibling, taking care of him well while you were away. He easily blends in as soon as he arrives, stepping into the kitchen to help prep for dinner. You all take the food out to Ryujin’s little porch, setting a fire for the boys to grill some meat. It’s a relaxing night; the weather isn’t too cold, but you definitely can still spot your breath in the air. Ryujin’s neighbors probably hate it when all of you are together because the moment the alcohol kicks in, you all start singing your favorite songs at the top of your lungs. Changbin suddenly flips the switch and wants to tell everyone scary stories he claims are true and some he even witnessed firsthand— not necessarily lessening the noise on the porch because of the back and forth bickering that occurs in between. You’re not really a fan of scary shit, obviously; hence, those movie nights with your friends from town, digging your face into Yeosang’s chest to avoid any contact with the movie. You pull out your phone and start pressing Yeosang’s number into the phone app to try and distract you, but you don’t press call. You just delete, and re-type. It almost feels like your safety blanket at this point.

You could call if you wanted to.

Initially, you had opted for blocking him, but eventually, you knew it’d catch up to you through your friends— Jungkook, Mina, Mingi, Keeho. So, you end up scrapping the plan to get a new phone, a new number entirely. Get rid of IG, any trace of social media. That way, they couldn’t find you. It’s kinda ironic, almost symbolic, how quick and painless it happens at first; almost like a sign that you were meant to start fresh and bring out a clean slate.

Innie, Ryujin and Jungkook’s numbers are the only other ones you memorize by heart. Innie and Ryujin because they’re the closest ones you’ve had throughout all these years, Jungkook because you can count on the times you’ve mustered up the courage to play hooky and call in sick. Or, to pick up his call when you were running late and he was wondering where you were at. That number came up on your screen way too often, but now, you’re kinda glad it turned out that way.

“I’ll be back. I need to make a call.” You tell your friends as you slip away and back into Ryujin’s living room. You dial the number and press the phone to your ear, only waiting 2 rings until Jungkook picks up along with the restaurant’s background noise.

“Hello?”

“Jungkook.”

“Y/N?” There’s a slight pause as you think about your response. “Y/N? Hello?” He repeats.

“Hey.” 

“Y/N, what the fuck.” Jungkook leaves the restaurant and heads to the back area where it’s a little quiet. “We’ve been worried about you. Where are you?”

“I’m fine, okay. I’m sorry. I.. broke my phone and needed to get a new one, so this is my new number.” You lie. You lie and you lie, hoping it’ll mask the pain somehow. Hoping people won’t question your decisions and the way you’ve been acting. Why you’ve been running, why you can’t just stay put and let yourself be happy.

“Why didn’t you call someone right away or text us before you left? What the hell is going on?”

“I just have to take care of some stuff at home. I’m sorry.” You repeat, and he sighs heavily. You can’t even see him, but you know he’s running his hand through his black hair. Placing that hand on his hip. Ready to scold you, but doesn’t because he knows you don’t need it right now. He can easily sense how stressed you are, how scared and sad you feel. He hopes you’re truly okay and hanging in there.

“Y/N, you know we would’ve helped you.” He pauses. “And Yeosang—”

“Jungkook, I need you to promise me you aren’t gonna tell anybody anything right now. Let Mingi, Mina and Keeho know I’m okay and that everything’s fine. I’ll talk to them soon, but please. Please don’t say anything else, and please don’t tell Yeosang.” You beg and he sighs.

“Why are you doing this? He came by not too long ago and it’s heartbreaking, dude. I’ve never seen anyone so defeated over something.”

“I’ll— I’ll talk to him soon, Jeon Jungkook, promise me. For real. If we’re friends, you’ll—”

“Okay, okay. I’ll only promise if you promise to talk to him soon, too. Or else, I can’t guarantee I’ll keep this from him forever. He just wants to see you and talk to you, Y/N. He cares about you, and he misses you like crazy. Don’t let him slip away.” 

“I know.”

“I’m glad you called.” Jungkook adds. “We miss you.”

“I miss you guys, too.” You bite onto your bottom lip to prevent your tears from flowing. “Thank you, Kook.”

“Course. You sure you’re okay? You’re safe, got a place and everything?”

“I am. I promise you.”

“Alright. Call me if you need me. For anything.”

“I will. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay. Stay safe.” Jungkook ends the call and looks at his phone in some sort of disbelief. He’s relieved he finally heard from you, he knew he would. It was just a matter of time, and it didn’t help that Keeho was constantly on his ass about finding out where you were. He tucks his phone into his pocket just as he walks back into the restaurant, only to be greeted by Keeho himself.

“Where’d you go? Some impatient ass people were asking about their food—” Keeho furrows his brows while taking a better look at him. “What’s wrong, why do you look like that?”

“Like what?”

“Iono, like you saw a fucking ghost or something.” Keeho licks his lips. “Is it Y/N?” Jungkook doesn’t say anything as he continues to wash his hands and finish setting up the plates for said table [who is complaining]. “Yo, Jungkook. What is it? Is she okay? If she’s hurt—”

“She’s not.” Jungkook looks at him and slides over the plates. “She’s fine. She just called me to tell me she was okay.”

“Okay, so why didn’t you call me and Mingi over? We wanna talk to her, too.”

“It’s not that, Keeho. I’m sorry, I know you guys want to, but I don’t think she’s ready yet. I truthfully don’t even think she was ready to call me either.” Jungkook looks at him. “She said she’ll talk to you guys soon but she’s safe and she’s fine.” Keeho lets out a heavy sigh before shaking his head and taking the plates.

“Alright, fine. I’m glad she’s okay.”

“Yeah, I am, too.”

“Assuming she hasn’t talked to Yeosang?”

“No, but don’t say anything to him. Let her handle this.” Keeho shrugs.

“Alright, alright.” Jungkook sighs. At the end of the call, all you can do is stare at your phone for a bit before you toss it aside and start crying into your hands. You missed your friends. Your life back in town. You missed Yeosang so, so much. But so much of your insecurities took over, you felt like you didn’t have a choice but to run from them.

What if you would never be good enough for him? How did you deserve someone like Kang Yeosang?

“So, yeah. It’s next week already.” You hear Jeongin say as you finally gather yourself and walk back outside, patting away at your face with the sleeve of your sweater. Jeongin looks over at and senses how your mood has changed. He can see you quickly patting away and wiping at your face while you tuck your phone into your pocket. You sit and tuck your knees close to your chest, and it’s so obvious you had just been crying. He won’t point it out, though. Tonight has already been going well and he’d hate to ruin that.

“Do you have a date or something?” San asks.

“No? I’m just going to go!”

“You’re not seeing anyone?” Jeongin shakes his head shyly.

“No.”

“Aw, baby bread is shy. You like someone at work, don’t you?”

“I don’t! I’ve barely been there for a month!” You giggle, watching as he roasts a marshmallow over the fire to make himself some smores.

“You sure?” You gently nudge him and he smiles.

“I just think there’s someone really pretty, but she’s probably already taken.”

“You never know.” You look at him. “Can I see a picture?”

“I have like.. a group photo we took at the company. We needed to take a new one for the website and I guess.. social media purposes.” He pulls up his phone and shows you the photo. He zooms into her face and lets you take a good look, biting onto his bottom lip when he hears you giggle a little louder.

“She’s very cute. You don’t have her instagram or anything yet?”

“Not yet. We’re not that close yet. But, planning to slowly get to know her more.”

“The party will be a good way to do so.” You zoom out of the picture, eyes quickly scanning the company photo when they land on a very, very familiar face.

In that group photo is Kang Yeosang.

Suddenly, you feel nervous. Sick, all over again. Almost like your cousin can read your thoughts as they quickly pan through your head right at this moment. You don’t know if it’s a good thing that Jeongin works at the same place as him; but, at the same time, you probably should’ve known there was a chance this could’ve happened.

“What? Are you eyeing the guys at the company?”

“No.” You shake your head and give him a tiny smile. “Was just looking at how big the group is. Enjoy yourself at the party, okay? It’ll be fun.”

“Thanks.” Jeongin says, taking his phone back. The crazy thing about Jeongin is that he can already tell there was more to it than you just ‘looking at how big the group is.’ He caught how fast your smile faded and how you shifted in your seat, body suddenly more tense than it was earlier. He looks at the photo one more time when you aren’t looking to see if anything seemed off, but he can’t tell. He just knows someone caught your eye and you won’t be willing to share that information soon.

What if someone in there was the visitor? Chances were low but never zero, right? 

As the hours go on, Jeongin heads home a little closer to midnight, while San and Changbin wash the dishes in the kitchen before sleeping on the couch or floor. You and Ryujin lay in her bed again, talking about different things that have come up for her over the years. You’re surprised not much has changed, but Ryujin’s the type to go with the flow— take life as it comes. She falls asleep quickly after she listens to you tell her more stories from town, the people you’ve grown close to, the little things you’d do spending your days off. When she falls asleep, you find yourself pulling up all your pictures and videos again. You turn to your side and face the wall, finding a few tears streaming down your cheek when you revisit old memories.

❊ FLASHBACK

“Y/N!” You continue to run until you feel Yeosang’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against him. You let out a loud squeal when he holds you tightly, refusing to let go. “Can’t go anywhere now, hm?”

“Oh, no.” You pretend to be scared. “Guess not.” You turn in his grip and face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You’re such a brat.” You laugh, Yeosang’s warm hand coming up your sweater and rubbing against your bare back.

“But you love this brat, don’t you?” He lets out a small chuckle but doesn’t verbally respond. Instead, he dips forward to kiss you on the lips, keeping his movements slow and steady— hoping it’s enough to show you that he does love you. He hadn’t said it out loud at this point, but he does. Yeosang loves you. His hands roam up your sides, gently squeezing as they slowly continue to climb up your sweater. You smile against the kiss, your fingers getting tangled in the ends of his hair.

“Ya’ll please, get a room.” Keeho yells from behind. You break the kiss with a tiny laugh, flipping Keeho off from behind. 

❊ END

You feel your bottom lip trembling, more tears threatening to spill when you replay those memories in your head like a film strip. You pull up the phone app again, fingers wanting to dial Yeosang’s number just like they’ve been trying to these past days.

Because you wanna hear his voice.

Tell him you’re sorry.

But, you prevent yourself from doing anything further. Not until you know you’re fully ready to see him and explain everything. Tonight, you’ll continue to stick with your memories, stigck with Yeosang’s voice in your head because this seems to be the safest place.

This is where things are good. This is where things aren’t ruined.

For now.

Time seems to be moving equally slow and quick.

Yeosang isn’t really sure what’s worse, but all he knows is that it’s been a couple of weeks since you two were supposed to meet. Now,  it’s time for the work party and he’s having to face it alone. It’s one that he wanted you to be his date for. One that he’s not even in the mood to participate in but his friends are all going and so should he.

So yeah, maybe not alone; But, it sure as hell feels like it when you’re not with him.

He lets out a sigh when he finally goes into the store and tries to find a new pair of slacks and a button up shirt to wear tonight. He’s not even sure what color he’s going for— maybe an all-black fit? He’d typically ask for your opinion by now if you hadn’t already told him what colors you wanted to wear. He hates this, truly hates this.

He walks [mopes] around the store, lazily picking up a grey button up shirt and a black button up. He’s not sure which one he’ll go with yet, and he’s not in the mood to try them on. He carries them around as he continues to walk around the store, looking at other items he could possibly buy. He likes the moment of peace he has right now shopping alone, though he wishes he had specific company. He tries to bury the idea in the back of his head so he can get through today in one piece, but he already feels the struggle piling within him.

It’ll be a long, long day.

After an hour or so, Yeosang finally steps out of the store with a bag in hand after taking his time with the retail therapy. He bought some new outfits— one, of course, for the party that’s happening tonight, and the other, still with you in mind; hoping one day he could wear them and impress you all over again. He sighs to himself as he looks down at his phone, seeing a few notifications from his group chat. He tucks his phone into his pocket and looks out at the busy sidewalk, doing a double-take to his right when he feels like he’s caught a glimpse of the back of your head. 

It can’t be you, can it?

Is the universe finally on his side for once?

Yeosang feels his heart drop to the pit of his stomach as he rushes through the crowd, quietly spitting out small apologies and ‘excuse me’s’ while weaving through the waves of people. 

“Y/N.” He feels like he loses you for a quick moment until he lands sight of you again. He reaches the end of the sidewalk and catches up. The moment his hand falls on the shoulder, he feels like he has finally reached the end of this maze, the final boss of this game. He has hope, a sense of victory, and he can’t wait to see your face—

“Excuse me?” 

It’s not you. It’s definitely not you. He could’ve sworn it was, though. And his heart shatters all over again. He’s not sure how much more of a beating it can take; repeatedly trying to piece his heart back together just to have it shatter to pieces.

Being repeatedly stomped on over, and over, and over again.

“I-I’m sorry.” Yeosang says, ripping his hand away from her shoulder. She gives him a confused look before she puts her headphones back in and walks across the street, creating the most distance between herself and him. He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, licking his lips as he turns down the street and heads back towards his car. 

“Fuck.” You mutter to yourself as you power down a random alley just to get away from the crowd, away from Yeosang—

“Oh my god, where did you even come from?” San asks when you run into his chest as he and Changbin are coming out of another store. “Where’s Ryujin?”

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Changbin looks at you when he sees you trying to catch your breath, eyes incredibly alert of your surroundings.

“Babe, I lost you for a second! Why did you run off like that?!” Ryujin says, bags in hand as she approaches the group. “What happened?”

“Nothing, I just— I’m sorry.” You look at her and shake her head. “I thought I saw someone.”

“Him?” She brushes the hair away from your face when she gets closer, her tiny acts of affection enough to calm you down.

“Mhm.” You barely respond above a whisper. “I’m— I can’t run into him like this.”

“That’s alright.” San looks around. “It’s clear now, right? Let’s go get something to eat up this way.” You nod, letting Changbin and San lead the way while Ryujin continues to stick by your side. She rubs at your arm to try and keep you calm, reassuring you that Yeosang is probably long gone and down the other street.

Which, he is. Doesn’t mean he has stopped thinking about the run-in, though. Yeosang knows that it was you. He knows everything about you, every inch of your body, the way you walk— he knows you probably better than you know yourself. He wishes he caught you sooner because he knows his eyes aren’t deceiving him. He knows, he knows, he knows.

And it’ll be his fucking downfall for the rest of the day. There goes his mood for the party.

“Yeah?” Yeosang picks up Wooyoung’s call through the car’s bluetooth.

“Where are you?”

“Heading back home from running some errands.”

“Can I slide through? Jongho and Chaerin said they were just gonna meet us at the party tonight.”

“Yeah. I’ll be home in about 10 minutes.”

“Alright.” With that, Yeosang ends the call. He has music softly playing in the background just to fill the white noise, but quite frankly, the ride feels a lot quieter than it actually is. Yeosang doesn’t even wanna go tonight, not anymore. He just feels like laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, processing the feeling of having you in his hands just to slip away. Again.

When Yeosang gets home, he lets the front door shut louder than usual— the impact rattling his cabinets, shaking his walls. He sets his things aside, kicks his shoes off to the side and plops onto the couch. He lets his head hang back, shutting his eyes as he lets out a heavy sigh. The peace lasts for all of 2 seconds before Wooyoung comes barreling in, creating his own kind of chaos to make his presence known in the apartment.

“Yoohoo!” He whistles as he drops his things on top of Yeosang’s coffee table. “Did you just buy an outfit for tonight?” Wooyoung digs through Yeosang’s shopping bags.

“Maybe.”

“Biggest fucking procrastinator.” Wooyoung furrows his brows.

“I told you I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to go.” Yeosang throws a ‘lil attitude in his response, mainly just irked at how his day went. 

“Okay, sorry. Just jokes. What’s wrong?” 

“I thought I saw her.” Yeosang opens his eyes and shakes his head, eyes still fixed on the ceiling above him. “Pretty sure it was her, but—” He looks flustered and Wooyoung isn’t even sure how to help him right now. All he can do is just stand and wait for Yeosang to continue. “Nevermind. I just thought I saw her.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s good. Maybe this shit isn’t really meant to be, huh?” Yeosang sits up and looks at him, but Wooyoung just shrugs in response.

“I can’t say. I don’t wanna say no, but I don’t wanna say yes either because time keeps going on and she’s still not giving you anything. There aren’t any signs for you to work with and I’m not sure what else I can do or say to help. Maybe it’s time you put it to rest and let the world handle everything else. Stop controlling the shit you can’t control.”

“I guess.”

“Listen.” Wooyoung stands. “The party is tonight. I know you don’t wanna go, but our friends are gonna be there. It’ll be one night where you can let everything go and just enjoy yourself. That’s all I ask from you.” Yeosang turns to look at him and gives him a slow, tiny nod before getting up.

“Yeah, alright.”

“Good. Now, show me what you bought.” Wooyoung stands with his hands on his hips, waiting for Yeosang to try on the items he bought for tonight in particular. In the end, Yeosang ends up going with a simple all-black fit with a button-up halfway done. He has a silver watch on his wrist, silver chain sitting nicely around his neck. Him and Wooyoung take a few shots of some nasty ass whiskey that Wooyoung left at his place months ago before heading out to the venue. It’s deep downtown, a huge convention center with a couple of different rooms to accommodate all sorts of events. The music is already booming, and the place is filled with familiar faces. Yeosang does appreciate it because it’s the one time people can let loose and be a little more casual outside of the work setting. 

He just wishes you were here with him.

Wooyoung is quick to socialize and drag Yeosang around to more shots, more champagne, more of everything that Yeo typically doesn’t really enjoy. But, he’ll indulge because what else does he have to lose tonight? The alcohol surely helps loosen him up, and it does help him get his mind off of things temporarily. It’s a nice feeling, and it almost feels foreign with how much his thoughts have been consumed by you these past weeks.

Jongho and Chaerin finally make it to the venue and casually join along to Wooyoung’s shenanigans, and the room feels 10x hotter than it was earlier with more people piling in with their plus one’s and other guests. There’s a little speech prepared by the CEO and leadership team, a congratulatory celebration per say for the goals already achieved at this point in the year. Jeongin is off to the corner with his friends, also feeling somewhat suffocated with how crowded the room feels after being here for just about an hour and a half. But, he tries to remember there’s a first for everything and tonight, he’ll enjoy himself. Get to know the cutie he’s been eyeing and see where it takes him. It’s a good start to the night all around. Both of them won’t complain. Yeosang will step out for a second though because it does get to be a little much when the music becomes more aggressive, the crowd is jumping around— people are drunk-drunk. As with all good nights, they also call for a break.

When he steps outside, he situates himself by the railing and looks out at the view of the city, the river ahead. It feels peaceful, especially with the way the wind is hitting him and providing temporary relief. 

“It’s so pretty tonight.” Chaerin surprises him when she comes to his side and rests her hands on the rail.

“Yeah, it is.”

“You okay?”

“Mm, yeah. Crowd was just getting to be a little much. Had to step away for a second.”

“I feel you. Wooyoung is starting a mosh pit in the middle of the floor.” Yeosang rolls his eyes.

“Course.”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“What makes you ask?”

“I dunno. Everything going on.” She fiddles with her thumbs before looking back out at the view.

“I guess. Trying to be, at least.”

“Still haven’t heard from her?”

“Nah.” Yeosang shakes his head and his smile drops a bit. “I’m not sure if I will at this point. I just— I don’t know. I don’t know where she’s at or why she's hiding from me. I don’t know where things went wrong.” Yeosang sighs, leaning over against the rail as Chaerin stands next to him. “Sorry, I don’t mean to go on.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry it’s been hard.”

“Don’t be. I’ll figure it out like I’ve always done.” He playfully pinches her cheeks and she giggles.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Hard to feel that way, really.” He lets out a pathetic chuckle as they both continue to look at the view.

“Well, for what it’s worth, she’s missing out. She doesn’t know how good she has it with you.” Yeosang looks at Chaerin, locking eyes with her as she gives him a small smile before subtly licking her lips. The look holds a lot more than she lets on, but Yeosang doesn’t break away from it. He’s caught off guard by what she does next and it doesn’t register for him right away when it happens. She tippy-toes and presses her lips against his, and Yeo indulges in the kiss for a good couple of seconds before abruptly breaking away and finally creating distance. He looks at Chaerin, and all she can do is shy away— placing her hand over her mouth as she avoids eye contact.

“Chaerin, I’m sorry, I—” He sighs. “We can’t—I can’t.”

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles and Yeosang feels his heart break for her because he can’t reciprocate. His heart lies with someone else, despite the bullshit that’s been happening. It’ll always be you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to give you any mixed signals.”

“No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have. Sorry.” She repeats before she’s rushing off back into the main room of the party.

“Chaerin!” Yeosang calls for her before releasing a groan. “Fuck.” He runs his hand through his hair before walking back inside, trying to keep his composure. He runs into Jongho first, and he can’t help but try and read his body language to see if he knows anything already. But, he doesn’t. Thank god for that.

“Have you seen Chae?”

“No, why? Wasn’t she with you?” Yeosang sighs. “What’s wrong, dude?”

“I— we kissed. I just need to talk to her.”

“You did what?!”

“It was an accident.” Yeosang looks at Jongho before he sees Chaerin leave the women’s bathroom from over his shoulder. “There she is.” He says before brushing past Jongho quickly, catching up to Chaerin just as she tries to dip out of the main room and down the steps to the lobby.

“Wait, wait.” Yeosang chases after her and gently tugs on her wrist. “Chae, let’s talk.”

“Yeo, it’s fine. We don’t need to talk about anything.”

“Yes, we do. You’re still one of my bestfriends, I don’t want this to ruin our relationship—”

“It won’t, it’s fine.” She says, even though deep down, Yeosang knows it’s not. But, what can he say? What can he do? He literally can’t move on from you and that’s unfair to her.

“Chaerin.” He looks at her as they stay paused on the steps, people passing back and forth going from outside back into the party and vice versa.

“Yeosang. I’m serious. It’s fine. I don’t know what go into me, it’s my mistake. We can just act like this never happened. I get it, all is fine.” She repeats.

“I’m sorry.” He’s not sure what he’s sorry for. Maybe for giving her false hope? He didn’t necessarily do anything wrong, he thinks. He’s certainly not sorry about you despite the rough circumstances. It will always be you.

God, today was so fucked up.

“Me too.” Is all she says. He knows this will definitely change things from here on out, but he’s hoping over time, they can continue to be the way they used to be. She lays a reassuring hand on his arm before giving it a gentle squeeze, wanting to move past this just for tonight. Chaerin’s already embarrassed by her actions enough, she doesn’t wanna dwell on it any further. Fuck.

“Excuse me—” Jeongin says, absentmindedly brushing past Yeosang and Chaerin on the steps since he’s more concerned about getting past the crowd in one piece.

“Sorry.” Yeosang steps aside and grabs Chaerin’s hand. “Come on, come back inside with me, please?” She nods, following Yeosang’s lead back into the main room. They find Wooyoung and Jongho at the bar, and Jongho gives him a look that asks if everything is okay. Yeosang simply gives him a tiny, toothless smile, allowing Wooyoung to order more drinks for them to keep the night alive.

Another drink turns into a couple. Yeosang always finds himself drinking more than usual around Wooyoung and Jongho, trying to keep up with their antics. Most of the time, he can. Tonight though, he knows he’s overdoing it and should’ve stopped a whole three drinks ago. He’s dancing away on the dance floor with his friends, Chaerin in and out of the group to hang out with her other friends from another department; most likely her way of trying to distract herself and distance herself from Yeosang tonight. He can’t help but look for her in the crowd every now and then, hoping she’s okay. Other times, he finds himself dancing along with other people from the company, mixing along with the crowd as it continues to mesh into one huge crowd the more people pile into the room. Yeosang eventually has to find the guys again, finding that they’ve separated into different corners of the room. He finds Wooyoung first, bobbing and weaving through people in order to get to his bestfriend when he realizes it’s time for another break. Bathroom break, especially.

“Yo, I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” Yeo lets Wooyoung know before struggling to move past the rest of the crowd and into the bathroom. Thankfully, he makes it in time to break the seal and splash a little water on his face— cheeks flushed, palms sweaty. He’s drunk, and for a minute, he was enjoying himself. Now, he’s drunk and he’s missing you. He splashes a bit more water on his face before he’s dabbing a paper towel across it and tossing the crumpled napkin into the trash. He takes a detour and heads down the steps to get some fresh air, feeling slightly suffocated from the packed room, the loud ass music. His thoughts of you. 

The cold air feels amazing against his skin, and it’s helping him feel a little more grounded than he felt a few moments ago. He pulls out his phone and sees a missed call from an unknown number, and for some reason, he feels like he’s gotten punched in the gut. And truthfully, you didn’t mean to press call. You did not mean for that call to go through whatsoever. Your phone had slipped and almost hit you in the face while you laid on your bed, thumbs pressing all sorts of shit just to keep it stable in your hands again. Next thing you knew, the call was going through. You ended the call as quickly as possible, but you knew it was too late. Yeo would’ve seen it by that point. He knows, he knows, he knows.

The first thing Yeo does is press the number and call you back. You gasp when you see his number appear on your screen, heart damn near beating out of your chest when you hit accept— pressing the phone to your ear even though you say nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Y/N?” You hear Yeosang’s voice on the other line. You place a hand over your mouth when you feel the tears already building on your bottom lid, unsure of why you even picked up in the first place when you knew it’d lead you right where you’re at now. “Y/N, I know it’s you.” He sighs. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, but I need you to talk to me at some point. I’m still waiting for you.” Silence. Yeosang is drunk, and his emotions are getting the best of him, especially when he follows up with: “Y/N, baby.” You quickly end the call and sit up, your cries completely washing over your entire body. You cry and cry into your hands, cursing yourself for letting this shit happen. Why did you have to make it so complicated? Why couldn’t you just tell him you missed him right then and there? Why couldn’t you just say anything?

Yeosang pulls the phone away and looks at the home screen, navigating back to your new number on his call log. He presses the phone to his ear as he paces near the venue entrance, hoping you’ll pick up again. It rings before the call is denied and sent to voicemail. He calls again, and it goes to voicemail. Again, then voicemail.

“Y/N.” He groans under his breath. “Fuck.” Now, all Yeo wants to do is go home. All he’s set on is going home. Fuck this. Fuck the party, fuck everything that happened tonight. He can’t even come home to you, and that’s what’s fucking him up completely.

“About time?! What happened to you, did you yack?” Wooyoung looks at Yeo in the eyes, trying to find any signs of an apparent struggle. Yeo shakes his head to confirm it wasn’t that, nor does he explain himself further.

“I’m about to head home.”

“Already?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me come with—” Wooyoung can tell something isn’t right, and he wants to be there for his bestfriend.

“No. Just stay. Promise I’m all good, it’s really not that big of a deal. I’m just tired.”

“Uh, alright then. Text me when you get home. Don’t forget.”

“Got you.” Yeosang gives him the usual dap before he’s saying his goodbye to Jongho. He tries to search the room for Chaerin, but can’t find her— ultimately opting to see her next week at work and give her space tonight. He darts back down the steps and hops into the next taxi that becomes available on the street.

Thank god it isn’t a far drive, or else, he’d hate to sit in this akward taxi drive in complete silence. Just him and his loud ass thoughts, actually. He contemplates on dialing your number again, but with the three attempts and no return calls coming his way, it’s obvious you mistakenly called him. The call didn’t mean anything, he didn’t mean anything. You wanted nothing to do with him and who is he to fight that? Who is he to force you to feel a certain way?

Oh, if he only knew what truly went on in your head.

Yeosang thanks the driver and gives him a hefty tip in cash, specifically for letting him take a quiet ride home— giving him the opportunity to ponder on what his next move with you is going to be. That entire time, he comes up with nothing. He will absolutely do nothing. He will do nothing because now that he’s tried to tell you where he was at in all of this, now that he’s reminded you that he’s still here— he needs to know if you’re still here, too. He needs to know if you still need to talk to him, still want him, still want to kiss and hold him like he does. He needs to know, and the only way he’ll get the proper answer is by letting you make the next move. Letting you take initiative. He shouldn’t have to. He wasn’t the one that ran away.

He still hates everything, though. It’s easy to stay mad and be mad that you don’t even realize how much energy is draining from you thinking about the current situation and all its different avenues, it feels frustrating. It’s annoyingly frustrating, and so far, it feels like none of the avenues lead him back to you. 

So, he needs to know. From you directly. 

He takes a quick shower and hops into bed, still staring at his call log. He doesn’t do anything besides stare at it because any other way doesn’t feel safe enough for him. He hopes after this, the universe can send him another sign that’ll show him the way to you, how to get back with you, things to fix on himself before he comes and tries to sweep you off your feet again. He’s still determined to be that guy for you, if you’d let him. He’s just not sure what this means for you, and it makes him sad. 

He needs you to let him know. Soon.

You stare at the three missed calls on your phone from Yeosang. The last one has a voicemail he probably didn’t intend to leave because you hear him groan your name in frustration before it cuts off. You replay the message once more before you toss your phone to the side and start getting ready to take a small walk around the neighborhood, grab some coffee and a pastry from a nearby café. The fresh air will do you good, and it will help put you in the right place mentally before your interviews coming up. You were able to lock in three interviews; one at a small, private vet, one at a bigger veterinary hospital downtown and one at the aquarium. Either way, you were excited to finally get started on your dream, your own path. You’d take whatever route life paved for you because at the end of it, it’ll only lead you to more doors, more opportunities. 

While sitting at the café, you snap a few pictures of the interior and how pretty it is. You also snap a few pictures of the alleyway and a few passerbyers, wondering what each person’s story is like. If Yeosang were here, you’re sure he’d make you pose in the middle of the alley, or snap random photos of you while sitting in front of him. The thought makes you smile a bit, causing you to shift in your seat. You rest your chin on the palm of your hand, wondering how you could break the ice and finally talk to Yeosang about everything because it’s something that’s constantly on your mind despite all the running and the empty calls. Each day that passes makes you more and more ready to face him, to tell him the truth. It has taken baby steps, but you know you’ll make it to the end. You know you’ll face him regardless of how hard it’ll get, you know you’ll apologize and tell him how much you still love him regardless of how he takes it. And then after all is said and done, maybe that’ll be it for the two of you. You hope not, but what if? 

What if that’s where the story ends?

You end up walking into a few stores after sitting in the café, treating yourself to a few new pieces of clothes you could wear to the interview. It feels nice to do a little more retail therapy, your me-time turning into something you desperately needed without even realizing. You head home with a smile on your face, satisfied with the purchases you’ve made. You try on different outfits when you get home, tossing your clothes all over the place once you’re satisfied with some of the combinations you’ve tried on.

“Ayo! Got you some food.” Jeongin yells while walking into your place. 

“Oh, shoot! Time already?” You look at the clock before shooting him a smile. “Thanks, Innie.” You watch him pop off his shoes before rearranging your clothes in your closet. “I’ll be there in a second, just cleaning and getting my stuff together.” Jeongin puts the bag of food down on the table, taking a seat while he patiently waits. He texts his friends back before looking around on the table, eyeing the random papers and pictures sitting off to the side. He grabs at the photos out of curiosity, flipping through them and not thinking much of it. “Ugh, where is it!” He hears you suddenly groan as you continue to sort through your stuff, head deep in your closet this time.

“What is it?”

“My license and passport.”

“Where did you last put it?” He asks as he goes through the fun, candid pictures of you and your friends from town. 

“In my other purse, but it’s not here.” A small smile is painted on his face as he sees how happy you are with everyone. But then, he finds himself stopping when he sees pictures of you and the visitor. His forehead crinkles because he knows this man. He’s seen—  “I found it!” You say with a squeal, tucking your ID and passport into your usual day-to-day bag. You don’t hear anything from Jeongin, so you turn to face him and realize he’s going through the pictures you left on the table. You slowly approach him and notice the photo he’s fixed on, your first instinct to snatch them out of his hands and store it back into the nightstand drawer. “Oops, sorry. I didn’t mean to leave these here.”

“Oh, no biggie.” He watches as you continue to fix the photos and papers back into your nightstand drawer, avoiding eye contact with him. “A-are those your friends, Y/N?” You hear him ask as you stop on one of the pictures of you and Yeosang.

“Yeah.” You nod, throat feeling like it’s closing in on you. “Those are my friends.”

“Is that him?” Silence. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” You shut the drawer before letting out a breath and keeping your composure. “Anyway, what’d you bring?” You smile at him and sit in front of him. “I wanna hear all about the dance.” Jeongin looks at you with concern when you quickly change the subject, unpacking the bag and laying out the food on the surface of the table. “Yum! Bulgogi!”

“Uh, it was good!” He manages to spit out, trying to keep up with the conversation even though his mind is stuck on that picture. You grab a few small plates and utensils, placing it in front of Jeongin and your own seat at the table. 

“Did you get to dance with her?”

“Oh my god.” Jeongin says, shaking his head as he begins to pick at the side dishes first. “That definitely wasn’t the vibe last night.”

“What do you mean, it was a party, no?”

“It was. There was an open bar and appetizers. There was a dance floor and everything, but like, you know. Everyone kept it PG and professional even though it was crowded as hell. Music was good, too!”

“I mean, you can dance with her professionally and stuff.” You smirk.

“We did, with our other coworkers.”

“Did you get to talk and get to know her a bit more?” He nods.

“I did. She’s really cute.” He lets out a small laugh.

“Aw, yay!”

“I had fun. It was cool for a work party.”

“What time did you get home?”

“Hm, a bit past 2am. It ended at 11, then we all went out to eat. Karaoke. Then, that was about it.”

“That sounds fun, Innie. Glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“What’d you do last night and earlier today?”

“I hung out with Ryu. She actually came over and we watched movies over some ice cream. Earlier, I just took a walk and sat at a café for a bit before doing some shopping. Tried to get myself into a good space for the interviews coming up.”

“Oh, yeah! When is that? Next week?” You nod.

“Yup.”

“You got this! You’ll get all of them, no doubt. Just a matter of what you’ll wanna do in the end.”

“Thanks, Innie.”

“Have you talked to your friends from town?” He suddenly asks and you shrug.

“I talked to one of them, but I haven’t talked to the others yet. I will, once I’ve gotten these interviews done with.”

“Hm.” He hums. “That’s good, at least you talked to one of them. I just didn’t want them to worry about you.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m going to talk to the rest of them, don’t worry.”

“Mmkay.” Jeongin forces himself to stop asking questions, especially about the other pictures. He can tell you’re getting affected with the way you’re slowly shutting down and avoiding contact again. Sentences are cut short. You’re almost mumbling your words.

He’ll take it as a sign to stop pressing further, especially because he wants you to be okay for your interviews coming up.

The rest of the late lunch goes by without more digging from Jeongin’s end. He decides to talk more about the party and about his coworkers. He tells you how he gets along with his team members, and how patient his seniors are with him. He appreciates it and he hopes he can be offered a permanent position there. If not, he hopes he can find another company with similar vibes: great values, easy going and patient team members, yet incredibly smart and good at what they do. He’s been learning a lot and it’s easy to tell that Jeongin has been enjoying his time there. Then, he touches up on the topic of his parents and how they had been questioning why he had been going out so much lately. You reassure him and tell him that you plan to talk to your parents, assuming all goes well with your interviews. This time though, you plan to work through it slowly, keep your distance if they aren’t being receptive. Just for your own sake. They’re your parents and you know one day you’ll be able to fully forgive them for the things they’ve said and done— but since they’re your parents, you know you’ll always love them even if it has to be from afar.

This time, you plan to keep doing things for you.

After spending a good couple of hours together, Jeongin calls it a day and leaves to rest for the remainder of the day. He tugs his hood over his head and clings onto his shoulder bag, making his way back home from your place. He’s confused, and he’s honestly in a bit of shock still. Jeongin can’t get the picture out of his head. It’s mindblowing how pieces to the puzzle just fall onto his lap, and now, he feels like he can be of better help to you. Even though you were quick to snatch the photo away, Innie was able to get a good look at it. He knows who that guy is. He knows exactly where he’s seen him, and it’s crazy that the answer has been right in front of him this entire time.

❊ FLASHBACK

The first day Yeosang steps back into the office, he’s greeted by a couple of people that are happy to have him back. Everyone compliments on the glow he’s sporting and how happy and refreshed he seems to be. He can’t help but shyly laugh about it, a red tint coloring his cheeks when he tells them he’s had a good time and that he might’ve met someone really special there. He sets his things down onto his desk, fixing up a few things before he heads towards the kitchen with his mug in hand. There are a few interns sitting in one of the main conference rooms, and Yeosang is able to get a good look at them on his way to the kitchen. They all look fairly young, as if they had just graduated. One sits at the far corner in a loose grey button up shirt tucked into his slacks, black frames sitting on his face. He gives Yeosang a tight-lipped smile when they accidentally make contact, making Yeosang give him a curt nod in response. 

“Hella interns.” Wooyoung throws his arm around Yeosang as they continue to walk to the kitchen. 

“Do we have one?”

“No. I think most of them are in R&D. Operations. A select few in marketing and media.”

❊ END

When Jeongin wakes up on Monday morning, he makes it a goal to get to work a little earlier so he can prepare and step in to be some kind of hero— how he’s gonna pull it off, he’s not sure. He fixes a few things at his cubicle before he heads back upstairs to the main kitchen, where the coffee maker is always stocked and running. To his surprise, Yeosang is already there, waiting for his cup to be filled. Jeongin slowly treads into the kitchen, the feeling in his gut about Yeosang being confirmed when he sees his phone face down on the counter next to the coffee machine.

Sitting on the back is a polaroid of you, smiling happily and posing near the water.

“Uh, hi.” Jeongin steps a little closer, nervously swallowing the lump in his throat. It’s just the fact that Yeosang was his senior that he already felt intimidated but he knew he needed to speak up before it was too late. 

“Goodmorning?” Yeosang cocks a brow up. He’s familiar with the intern, and he doesn’t mean to come off as rude or anything. He’s just not sure what he needs from him. Can’t wait to get his coffee? Unsure how to work the coffee machine? They end up in an awkward staring competition until Jeongin clears his throat.

“Sorry. I’m Jeongin.” He holds out his hand for Yeosang to shake, and he takes it.

“Yeosang.” 

“I— this might sound really weird, but I know the girl on your phone.” He pauses. “She’s my cousin. I dunno if she ever told you my name, but we’ve spoken on the phone a few times while you were there. She calls me Innie.” Yeosang furrows his brows as he slowly removes his cup from the coffee machine and grabs his phone, eyes glued onto Jeongin. He can tell Jeongin feels bad for him, almost like he pities him. He feels like everyone pities him at this point. Shit is sad. But, before he can deny anything about you, Jeongin follows up with a: “I know where she is and I wanna help.” Yeosang almost drops his cup of coffee. This can’t be real.

“I appreciate it, but it’s pretty clear your cousin doesn’t want anything to do with me.” Jeongin shakes his head.

“It’s not that, it’s—” He sighs. “It’s just that she’s been through alot and she’s scared. I can explain. I know it probably doesn’t hold much weight coming from me and not her directly, but at least it’s a start.” Jeongin looks at him. “I just wanna help. I know she’s been waiting for the right moment to talk to you, but I’ve also caught her crying one too many times over this. I think it’s about time.” Yeosang turns to him, cup of coffee still in his hand. It’s crazy how much Jeongin reminds him of you already, he should’ve known there was something about him when he first saw him.— that something being you.

“What time do you usually take lunch?” Jeongin shrugs.

“Whenever.”

“Wanna meet me in the cafeteria at 12:30? We can talk more about it then.” Yeosang says just as he hears Wooyoung, Jongho and Chaerin making their way to the kitchen.

“Okay. See you later.”

“You’re alive, you piece of shit. I told you to text me when you got home and you didn’t even try to text me all weekend.” Wooyoung scolds Yeosang before shifting his attention to Jeongin. “Hello intern!”

“Hi.” Jeongin gives them all a small smile and a curt nod before grabbing his own cup of coffee and rushing out of the room.

“I forgot, sorry.” Yeo responds to Woo. “I was out of it.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What were you and the intern talking about?” Jongho asks, popping his mug under the coffee machine. “Did he not know how to work the coffee machine?”

“Uh, no.” Yeosang traces the rim of his cup while his friends rummage around the kitchen. “That was Y/N’s cousin.” Wooyoung chokes on his americano.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“That was her cousin.” Yeosang repeats.

“So, what happened?”

“He said he knew where she was.” Yeosang shrugs. “I’m gonna talk to him at lunch.”

“Bro, you’ll finally find her!” Jongho smiles, but all he can do is shake his head in response.

“Doesn’t mean she wants to see me.”

“Why wouldn’t she? I’m sure she wants to explain everything.” 

“Why hasn’t she then?” 

“Let him help. He might be able to push you two back together, and she may just need that.”

“Yeah.” Is all Yeosang says. He turns to Chaerin, who is quietly stirring the sugar and cream in her coffee. She hasn’t said one word to him, nor has she even looked at him since she stepped into the room. Yeosang gently nudges her and gives her a smile, but she can still barely hold contact with him. “Goodmorning. You okay?”

“Yup!” Is all she says. “Glad Y/N’s cousin was able to find you and talk to you a bit. Hope it works out.” She gives him the tiniest toothless smile she’s ever given anybody, and Yeo knows she’s really only doing it to brush him off and get him off of her case. “Anyway, I have a ton of work to catch up on. See you guys later?” She rushes out.

“I thought you two were okay.”

“I thought we were, too.”

“Why is she being weird around you?” Wooyoung cocks a brow up. “Did you guys kiss or something?” Jongho sips his coffee while Yeosang diverts his attention to his watch.

“I gotta get started on those emails—”

“I was literally just joking. Hurry, someone tell me it’s a joke.”

“Let’s go.” Jongho squeezes his shoulder and pushes Wooyoung out of the kitchen. “Stories for other days.”

“You two fucking kissed?!”

“Shut up.” Yeosang says through gritted teeth as he looks behind him and glares at Wooyoung. “This is why I can’t tell you shit sometimes.”

“Oh my god, when?! At the party?”

“I’m not doing this right now. It was an accident.” Yeosang mumbles as he sets himself down at his desk and begins to pull up his emails.

“The hell it was.” Wooyoung snorts. 

“Leave it alone.” Jongho laughs, pushing Wooyoung aside. “He’s got enough to deal with.”

“So? He’s also a grown ass man who can handle it. Right, boss?” Wooyoung leans over to Yeosang and winks. “I expect a full page report by end of the day.”

“Fuck off.” He shoves Wooyoung out of the way and begins to focus on his work. Though, it’s pretty hard when he’s constantly checking the clock and waiting for 12:30pm to come around. He manages to pull through and surprisingly multitask— trying to figure out the questions he has for Jeongin, while also trying to collect his thoughts about this whole thing. There’s no doubt the conversation will be awkward, but the last thing Yeosang wants is for Jeongin to feel like he’s attacking you and angry.

He is angry, but he’s trying to find ways to suppress the feeling and instead, be understanding. Open-minded. Patient.

When 12:30pm hits, Yeosang bids farewell to his friends that head across the street to grab lunch at the restaurant in front of the building. He grabs some soup and a side of salad, setting his stuff down at a table near the far corner of the cafeteria. Jeongin is equally nervous as he is scared because he’s not sure how this whole thing is gonna go down. He hopes the plan won’t backfire and Yeosang doesn’t blow up at him in front of everybody here. He grabs his helping of food before he pauses in his steps and searches the room for a familiar face. He sees Yeosang sitting at a table, only to be met with a small wave when Yeosang meets his eyes.

“Thanks for meeting me.”

“Shouldn’t I be thanking you?” Yeosang looks at him before letting out a small chuckle. 

“Nah. It’s no big deal.” Jeongin sips on his water before laying his phone out. Yeosang sees his wallpaper and it’s you two with other family members, posing during Christmas time. He assumes it was years ago when you were still around for family parties. You both have on matching pajamas and silly Christmas hats or glasses. “Had I known it was you she was talking about, I would’ve reached out sooner.”

“How’d you find out?”

“I went to her place the other day and saw some pictures of you two scattered across her table. I flipped through most before she took them and hid them in her drawer.”

“Glad to know she at least still has the pictures.”

“She does. She’s not gonna toss those.” Jeongin takes a bite of his food. “I didn’t mean to be nosy earlier, by the way. I was already questioning myself until I saw the photo on your phone. Kinda helped.”

“It’s all good.” Yeosang sips his soup. “Is she safe?”

“She is. She’s here.” Yeosang pauses before he sets his spoon down completely. So, he wasn’t hallucinating when he ran into you that one day. It was you. “She has her own place and everything. She’s been here for about a few weeks.”

“How many weeks exactly?”

“I dunno, 4? A month, I guess?”

“We were supposed to meet at the end of last month.” Jeongin cocks a brow up.

“She never showed up?”

“No.” 

“Hm.” Jeongin hums. “Pretty sure she was already here by then.”

“I don’t know if that makes it any better for me knowing she was.”

“I’m sorry.” Jeongin slightly pouts. “She’s.. she’s been through a lot. I know it’s not an excuse, especially one I can say on her behalf, but she does this. I’m trying really hard to help her so she doesn’t keep running from her problems and everything. I just think she’s gotten so used to doing it that it has become the safest option for her.”

“I understand. Do you mind telling me more about it?”

“She was engaged. She gave her ex everything, and I mean everything. She isolated us just to keep him happy, did everything for him, always stood by his side even though he gaslighted and manipulated her. He really wasn’t good for her.” Jeongin rolls his eyes, still angry at your ex for the way he treated you. “They fought more after they got engaged and he pretty much took everything back. Found out he was having an affair behind her back for months. It was his dumb way of saying their relationship ran its course and that he didn’t wanna do this with her anymore.” Yeosang feels his hand balling into a fist hearing about how incredibly disrespectful your ex was and how fucked up the whole thing turned out to be. Still, it doesn’t excuse the behavior and he wishes you didn’t look at him as someone who would hurt you, too. He would never. He genuinely loves you and would take care of you properly— should you let him. That’s all he wants. “And then on top of that, her parents were pretty harsh on her. All they kept doing was pushing her to be something she wasn’t. The more she refused, the more they treated her like shit. Her dad kept saying she was useless and that he didn’t think he’d have to deal with a daughter who didn’t have purpose.” Yeosang shakes his head. “It all happened around the same time. She wouldn’t stop crying and crying.” Jeongin shakes his head and pokes at his food. “She was so destroyed. She felt like all the people she loved were constantly telling her and showing her that she wasn’t good enough or that she wasn’t worth it. That she didn’t have a purpose. No one wanted to be with her or stick by her side because she was nothing.”

“Not to me.” Yeosang mutters. 

“I know.” Jeongin looks at him. “I know you wouldn’t hurt her.”

“How, though? We barely met a few hours ago.” Yeosang smiles a bit.

“I just do. She’s kept all your pictures, I know she keeps checking her phone even though she got a new number and everything. She thinks about you a lot, and it’s obvious. I’ve seen her cry because she was hurt, but now I see her cry because she misses you and she’s not sure how to explain herself to you.” Jeongin tilts his head. “Do you still wanna be with her? I’ll keep this between us. I know time has passed and the way everything happened was so abrupt.”

“Of course I do. There’s nothing more that I want than to be with her. I’ve just been trying to be patient. I’ve been trying to wait and give her the space she needs because I respect her and care about her more than anyone knows. But, I don’t know how much longer I can wait.” The moment the statement slips from Yeosang’s lips, his heart falls to his stomach. He’s tired of waiting, and even though he doesn’t want this to end, he’s not sure what he’s waiting for anymore. Especially after the call. He just needs to see you. “She accidentally called me the other night during the party. I called her back and she picked up but she didn’t say anything on the other line. I told her she didn’t have to respond, but I needed her to know I was still here for her. Then, she just hung up.” Jeongin sighs.

“Can you meet her tonight? I’m sorry if that’s soon. I think it’s time.”

“How is that even gonna work? If she knows I’m there, she won’t see me.”

“She will. She doesn’t have to know. I can tell her I’m coming by for dinner and you can be there instead of me. Like, 6pm?” Yeosang nods. Jeongin grabs his phone and starts pulling up your text thread, immediately typing away.

“Wait, are you sure about this?”

“Mhm.” Is all he says as he sends the text. He shoves the phone towards Yeosang’s way, letting him see your response as it comes up on the screen.

[jeongin]: dinner tonight?

[you]: sure!

[jeongin]: i’ll swing by after i’m off. probably 6ish.

“She’s gonna be pissed at you.” Yeosang says and Jeongin shrugs.

“She won’t. It’ll be all good. Trust me on this. You two really need to talk.”

“Thanks. For this.” 

“No need to thank me, seriously. I hope it helps. I just—“ Jeongin sighs. “I want her to be happy. I need her to know she deserves this happiness, too.”

“I want her to be happy, too. Whether that’s with me or not.”

“You know, when she used to call me back while she was in town, she used to sound so giddy and happy. Found out it was because of you being around. It made me happy hearing her talk the way she was talking. Always so excited to get on with her day and see you.” Yeosang gives him a tiny smile before doing a slight head tilt.

“Wait, so. She never told you my name or anything?”

“Nope. I don’t even know the names of her friends. Well, I guess, your friends now, too.” Jeongin looks up as if deep in thought before shaking it off and continuing to eat. “I don’t think she was trying to hide you or anything. I think she wanted to keep her two lives separate. I’m not sure why.”

“It’s alright.” Yeosang hopes he’ll hear the explanation from you directly, no matter how long it takes. He won’t push you to say it, but he hopes— he hopes you’ll take the initiative to tell him why.

“I’ll send you her address and the door code.” Jeongin slides his phone back over to Yeosang for him to put his number in. As soon as Yeosang hands it back, Jeongin sends him the address as promised. When Yeosang reads the preview on his phone, he almost lets out a hefty audible sigh at how close your new place is to his.

“She lives near me.” Yeosang says with a pathetic chuckle. He isn’t directing it to Jeongin, more so voicing his disappointment at how close you were. Yet, he wasn’t able to catch you once. Yet, you felt so incredibly distant, as if miles and miles were in between. “She’s been around this entire time and I didn’t even know she was that close.”

“I’m sorry. I really hope this fixes things. Or, is at least the start.”

“I appreciate it. A lot.”

“Well, you can always text or call me for anything now that you have my number. I’m here to help as much as I can.” Yeosang nods, watching as Jeongin finishes his food and sips the last of his water. “I gotta head back into the lab. Thanks again for taking your lunch with me.”

“Same to you.” Jeongin waves just as he stands to throw away his trash and heads back to his work. Yeosang, however, takes a moment to sit and sort through his thoughts; navigating through every scenario he can think of for tonight’s encounter. He wasn’t planning on doing this so soon, but he’s glad he has the opportunity to. He just wants to see you, even though he knows this will hurt. Even though he knows this won’t start off easy. He turns when he hears rain starting to pound against the window, wondering if the sudden downpour has some sort of hidden meaning, some kind of symbolism he should pay attention to behind everything happening.

He watches the rain and wonders if you’re okay. If you’re safe and dry. If you wore a jacket even though you despise wearing one so much because it ‘ruins your outfit.’

Time moves painfully slow, especially during the last few minutes of the workday. Yeosang has tried to keep himself busy as much as possible, even offering to take some tasks off of his coworker’s plate just to continue distracting himself. As soon as it’s time for Yeo to clock out, he bids farewell to his friends and speeds out of the building. The rain is still steadily pouring and he hates that he has to drive in this because it means there’s more traffic on the road that he’ll have to sit through. For once, he wishes he was wrong, because now, not only does he have to sit in traffic, but he has to sit in traffic alone with his thoughts. Maybe it’s not such a bad thing, though; the more he sits with his thoughts, the more he’s able to accept that whatever happens tonight is meant to happen.

Damn.

When he finally hops off the congested highway and exits onto a familiar street, he navigates through the roads before pulling into a small alley. It’s literally about ten minutes on the opposite end from where he lives, and if he wanted to, he could make this walk on a good day. The street you live on is quite narrow that he’s having to park behind a few cars up and walk down to the gate that leads to the entrance of the main house. He plugs in the code Jeongin sent him and steps in, following his direction of walking towards the side of the house to a door near the back corner. He can hear your soft music playing through the window and he has to swallow the lump that forms in his throat because it’s unreal he’s about to face you again after all this time.

Knock, knock, knock.

“It’s about time, I—” You tilt your head in confusion, suddenly feeling queasy when you don’t see Jeongin at your door and instead, you find Yeosang. Your heart drops to your stomach when you see his face. The damp hair strands sticking to his forehead from the rain. His damp button-up, raindrops painting a pattern across his shoulders. His deep brown eyes, long lashes. He’s the only true definition of love you’ve ever known, and he’s standing in front of you again after weeks have gone by. “Yeosang. W-what are you doing here?”

“Your cousin.” He places his hand on the door, hoping you won’t shut it close on his face. He really needs this right now— you both really need this right now. “I think we need to talk.” You’re not able to form any responses, so all you can do is quietly step aside to let him in. He steps out of his shoes and looks around your in-law. It’s awfully similar to your place back in town, and a wave of nostalgia hits him even though he’s here with you. Things just don’t feel the same though, and he hates it.

“How do you know my cousin?”

“We work together.” He looks at you when you finally come to his side and tuck your arms close to your chest.

“Oh.” Is all you manage to say. “You can leave your jacket on the chair. Do you need water—”

“Y/N.” He calls you firmly. “Stop.” 

“Yeosang, I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.” It’s the best thing you can come up with because you truly weren’t prepared for Yeosang to show up on your doorstep. It should be easy because it’s him. But at the same time, it’s difficult because it’s him.

“Why don’t you start by telling me why?”

“I’m sorry—”

“I waited for you. You told me you’d be there and you weren’t. You were here the whole time and you didn’t even try to come see me?”

“You won’t understand.”

“Try me.” He says, stepping closer. “How am I supposed to understand when you won’t even explain what’s going on?”

“I was scared.”

“Scared about what?” He has this look on his face and it screams every fear you’ve had, especially about your relationship. You know this is fully your own thoughts trying to ruin you, to become your downfall— but, still, you hate the way he looks at you and all you’re itching to do is run. “Y/N, I’m trying to understand. Tell me.” His voice is soft, calming. He can pick up on the feelings your exuding, the fear, the anxiety, and that’s not what he came here for. He came here to see you, to understand you, to listen.

“You.”

“What about me?”

“I was afraid you’d realize this wasn’t what you wanted. I mean, I’m all sorts of messed up. Full of baggage and insecurities. You’ll get tired and you’ll realize I’m not worth—”

“Woah, stop.” Yeosang shakes his head. “I’m gonna have to stop you right there. When have I ever showed you this is how I felt about you? Because it’s the complete opposite. I don’t care about all that because I wanna work through it with you. Not once did I ever think any of this wasn’t worth it, even until now.”

“You say that now!”

“I say that now and I’ll say it later, too!” Yeosang matches your tone. “Why would I do all of this if I wasn’t serious about you? I’d go through all of this with you—”

“I didn’t wanna put you through it because you deserve better—”

“You don’t get to decide that for me, Y/N!” Yeosang’s tone rises, and you almost flinch at how [understandably] angry he is right now. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, swallowing the lump in his throat causing his jaw to tick. “Why would you assume that about me? About us? Because you’ve been fucked up and damaged in the past? Aren’t we all fucking jaded in one way or another? Why would you compare me to him?”

“I’m sorry.” Your response falls to a whisper as you break into a sob. Yeosang is having to look away with his jaw clenched because he’s angry. He’s livid. But, he hates seeing you cry and he can’t stand it. “I got scared. I didn’t know if I’d be good enough for you.”

“You are always going to be more than enough.” He lets out a sigh. “I’m so sorry, I don’t think I should apologize for your ex’s shitty actions as much as I want to. I know he hurt you and that was fucked up of him to do. I’m sorry it still hurts you. But, I’m not him, Y/N. I will never be. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to make you feel like I would hurt you or make you feel like you were temporary to me. That’s hurtful. Everything you pulled—” His jaw ticks as he pauses and paces around the room, hand placed on his hip. “You have no fucking idea how hard it was. Not even just for me, but for your friends, too. Why? Why would you just leave? Why would you just leave me?”

❊ FLASHBACK

Yeosang lets out a deep sigh as soon as he parks his car. His body feels incredibly heavy, and he feels like his heart has been ripped out of his chest. He’s sad, and it’s an indescribable type of sadness. He’s never been here before, and quite frankly, he doesn’t know how to navigate this.

He plops onto his couch, feeling incredibly defeated after waiting, and waiting. And waiting. His anxiety is through the roof when he calls your number over and over again, even though he knows where it’ll lead him— an automated bot telling him the number’s no longer in service. He’s tried everything and he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know if he should leave and search all over town for you, he doesn’t know if he should sleep this off and hope he’ll see a message from you in the morning.

He doesn’t know.

He grabs a coaster from his coffee table and tosses it against the wall out of frustration, digging his head into his hands when he can’t help but cry. He should’ve known this would happen. He should’ve known there was a chance you’d leave.

But he didn’t, and now he’s fucking hurt because he doesn’t know what to do. He loves you, and god, is it the most painful thing to dwell on right now.

He just doesn’t know.

❊ END

“All I ever wanted to do was take care of you and love you the way you deserved to be loved. If you didn’t wanna do this, you could’ve just said so.” Yeosang says softly. “We both didn’t have to go through this if you had just been honest.”

“Yeosang, it’s not that, I just—” But, you’re sorry because you didn’t mean to fuck this up entirely. You’re sorry because you probably lost the one person who genuinely cared and loved you for you. You’re sorry because you wish you knew better and you wish you had a better explanation. “I’m so sorry.”

“I think we both just need more time right now. More space. Maybe it’ll help you figure out what you really want.” He says softly, thumb coming to your cheek to wipe your tears away. As much as he hates leaving you like this, the both of you know it’s the best move. You’ll continue to cry and apologize, and Yeosang will succumb to everything. He’ll always be there for you, but at this point, he is no longer in control of the situation and needs you to come to him when you’re ready. You will need to realize on your own that he is with you, not against you. You will need to realize he is someone you can trust, someone who loves you more than words can explain. He’ll wait— he always has and he will.

“Don’t leave.” It’s so selfish of you to ask when you’ve done the complete opposite to him, but you can’t help it now that he’s in front of you. You wrap your arms around him and he holds you close, lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head to try and calm you down.

“I’m not. But, I can’t do this alone, Y/N.” Is all he says and it’s enough to show you just how much this means to Yeosang— how much you mean to him and what he needs from you. Because he’s right, he can’t do this alone. It isn’t a one-way street. As much as Yeosang is willing to be there for you, he’s not the one who has to make the change— you are.

He holds you for a good, long minute before he’s the first to break. He tilts your chin up gently, giving you a soft, sympathetic look because he hopes you understand him. Just as he does with you. He places another kiss on your forehead before he quietly steps into his shoes and leaves. The next thing you know, you’ve fallen to the ground, unable to control the sobs that come next. Even though he reassured you he wasn’t leaving, the entire thing felt completely unsalvageable. Like you lost a part of you, like this couldn’t be fixed.

“I can explain.” Jeongin immediately says when he picks up the phone, but he’s only greeted by your sobs and uncontrollable breathing.

“Please come, Innie.”

“On my way.” He quickly ends the call and leaves the shop he had been lingering around in. He knew he needed to stay alert tonight, and he knew he needed to stay close in case of whatever happened. Although you had been crying, he really hopes something good at 

least came out of this— whether that meant starting over or giving each other time to breathe. He hopes it wasn’t too bad, but he has full faith in Yeosang. He would have only done what was best.

When Jeongin gets to your place, the door is still unlocked and you haven’t moved from your position on the floor near your tiny couch. You’ve got your knees tucked to your chest, head resting down on your knees; small cries muffled from the way you’re positioned. He doesn’t say anything when he throws his arms around you and keeps you close, letting you cry onto him until you’ve released everything you needed to release. 

“What happened?”

“He left. He said we needed time.”

“I think you two do. You need to be honest about what you want, Y/N.”

“I just want him.”

“Then, why did you leave in the first place? Why did you try so hard to keep your two lives separate?” Jeongin asks.

“Because, it felt safer that way.” You retort. “Going to town was my escape from this reality. This reality where everything hurt me— my parents, him. I didn’t wanna mesh the two because I need something, some place, that could be my escape. My peace.”

“You didn’t need to, though. Nothing would have changed because we care about you. We would never let anything or anyone hurt you. I get that you wanted to keep things on the low or keep it separate, but if you had asked for help, we would’ve been there. If you needed a push to get over everything, some reassurance, we all would have been there. We care enough to not let you get stuck in one place.” Jeongin sighs. “Maybe it’s time you stop running from everything, or thinking that everyone is out to hurt you. Because look— I’m here because I care. Your friends here care. Your friends over there worried about you.” He pauses. “Yeosang.”

“I know. I hurt him.” You cry and Jeongin holds you close, slowly rocking you back and forth. “I hurt him so badly. He won’t ever forgive me. He won’t come back, he won’t forgive me.” You go on and on and Jeongin has to shush you to get you to stop, to get you to force those thoughts away. Yeosang wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t. He knows where he lies and that’s with you, no matter how long it takes.

��He will.” Jeongin continues to hold you. “Stop running away, okay? This is enough.”

❊ 6 MONTHS LATER ..

“Longest journey ever.” Wooyoung says, stepping off of the train. “And look who decided to finally fucking show up? Our driver!”

“Not your fucking driver.” Yeosang rolls his eyes after parking the car by the curb and helping his friends.

“The weather’s perfect here.” Jongho snaps some photos while Yeosang throws their bags into the trunk of Jungkook’s car. 

“Assuming Chae didn’t wanna come?”

“Yeah. And guess whose fault that is, heartbreaker?” 

“Jongho, let’s go. I’m leaving his ass here so he can get back on the train—” Wooyoung yells as he hops in the passenger seat and laughs.

“I’m sorry! I’m kidding! She has some family stuff going on, but she said hi and told us she’d text you to relay her birthday message to Y/N.” Yeosang nods. He’s a bit sad knowing one of his bestfriends wouldn’t be here, but he understood. At least, tried to. Things never recovered well after the night of the work party. They tried to be as normal as possible, but there was always some sort of weird, awkward tension between the two that they were never able to move past. It’s sad seeing it go from how close they were to how distant they are now. But, Yeosang will always consider her as one of his good friends, and he’ll always be there for her should she need him for anything. That doesn’t change a thing for him. “Speaking of Y/N, where is she?”

“Probably already drunk at the restaurant because you two decided arriving fashionably late was the best way to go.”

“I had to get a haircut, you dick. I’m not coming here looking like a hot mess.” Wooyoung snaps.

“Ah, on her best birthday behavior, though. Atta girl.” Jongho chuckles. “Did Innie, Ryu, Bin and San get here already?” Wooyoung asks as if he’s known them for years. But, when your friends and Yeosang’s friends finally met, they clicked and got along easily. It didn’t take long for them to mesh together, and you were happy it turned out that way. There was some tension between you and Chaerin, but unintentionally. Yeosang had told you about the night of the party, and it didn’t bother you as much as it did Chaerin. You tried to talk to her and reassure her that things were okay and that you weren’t mad, yet you also tried to give her space knowing how she felt about Yeosang. It was difficult, and she came around less; but, you respected her and her space. You weren’t gonna force her if she didn’t feel comfortable being around you, Yeosang, or the both of you together.

“Yeah, last night. Been a full house.”

“Fun! Can’t wait.” Wooyoung smirks, causing Yeosang to give him a look and Jongho to smack him on the side of the head from behind the passenger seat.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“What! We’re here to have fun, aren’t we?”

“Fun like birthday party yoohoo let’s toss confetti and dance around kind of fun. Not tussle in the sheets and break headboards with the entire house listening kind of fun.” Jongho laughs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Wooyoung smiles.

“Please don’t.”

“Can’t promise!” He laughs, making Yeosang let out a loud sigh as he drives off to the Jungkook’s uncle’s house that he so graciously offered for everyone to stay at while he was away traveling. Yeo is happy to be back in town with everyone he loves to celebrate you— his baby, his everything.

When Yeosang gets to the house, he gives Wooyoung and Jongho some time to get settled and change into better clothes for the beach party. Everyone is already gathered at the restaurant and on the beach, the DJ all set up with food ready to go. By the time he brings Jongho and Wooyoung over, people from town have already piled in; the loud music and talking echoing into the night sky. Jungkook is the first to greet them, followed by Keeho, Mingi, Mina, Ryujin, Bin and San. Innie is accompanying you on the karaoke machine, causing Yeosang to laugh seeing you two already tipsy and singing loudly together. Everything is loud, somewhat chaotic. It reminds Yeosang of the bonfire and movie night, and how he didn’t know how to act when you initially invited him.

He’s sure as hell glad he just went.

❊ FLASHBACK 

“Gonna stop by the restaurant again tonight? There’s gonna be a bonfire and movie night event. We’ll be serving beer and all that good stuff.”

“Tonight?”

“The flyers are everywhere, silly.” You point at a flyer posted on the pole behind him. “Come, it’ll be fun.”

“Mm, I’ll think about it.” You cock your head to the side and slightly pout. “Sorry, it’s just not my thing. I..” Yeosang lets out a breath as he scratches at the back of his neck. “I probably sound really lame. But, lots of people. Noise. Gets kinda overwhelming.” He shrugs.

“I understand.” You give him a tiny toothless smile. “That’s okay! I promise it won’t be too crazy, and it’s pretty chill. But, totally up to you.”

“Thanks for extending the invite.” You nod. “Any more water to carry in?” You laugh.

“Nope! Thank you again. See you around?” Yeosang nods, watching as you step into the restaurant and start helping the middle-aged lady inside despite her playful efforts of shoo’ing you away. Yeosang shifts his gaze to his two feet, kicking at the rocks beneath them before walking down the path to the grocery store. He’s kinda cursing himself for sounding so fucking lame in front of you. Lots of people? Noise? What was he thinking? It wasn’t necessarily a lie, though— he actually doesn’t like to be in crowded places for long, doesn’t really like to party or do bonfires, socialize for long periods of time with people he doesn’t know well. Is the type of person to join a team dinner for the free food but will be gone in the next hour or so. Will join a work party because he feels obligated to show face for at least an hour before rushing home to get in bed. But, he’s cursing himself because he is on vacation, exploring new territory and breathing in new scenery. He should have some fun. He should’ve tried a little harder to sound a bit more interested.

“Jesus, Kang Yeosang.” He mutters to himself before shaking his head and heading off to the grocery store to grab some necessities for the studio.

❊ END

“My man!” You squeal loudly just as the 100% score comes up on the screen for you and Jeongin, jumping onto Yeosang and clinging onto him like a koala. He laughs and rubs your back, gently setting you back down on your feet. “Where’s—” You scream when you see Wooyoung and Jongho emerge from behind after greeting your friends. You run past Yeosang and throw your arms around Wooyoung and Jongho, your voice and Wooyoung’s voice loud enough to overpower the entire crowd gathered around the restaurant.

“Cheers, my guy.” Mingi and Jeongin hand him a shot filled to the brim, tapping their glasses against his before they take it to the neck.

“She’s drunk already.”

“Good, as she should be.” Yeosang squints and makes a face when the shot settles and travels down his chest.

“Who is with me on the karaoke machine?!” Changbin yells, pulling Mina from the side and forcing her to sing along with him.

“Let’s go dance!” You drag Yeosang to the sand where others are dancing, including Jungkook, Ryujin, San and Keeho. Mingi, Jeongin, Wooyoung and Jongho follow along after catching up with a few shots, a cocktail in hand to wash off the icky tequila aftertaste. You, Yeosang and your friends sing along to the songs playing, in between dancing with each other and keeping the party hyped. From time to time, Yeosang will pull you away to get his one-on-one time with you— always hugging you close, even when he’s just playfully dancing with you or letting you work your ass on him.

It’s a good night, a fun one; just exactly how you imagined your birthday to turn out. 

After all the dancing and drinking, you silently sneak away to pick at the finger foods and fill your tummy so that you can be at a good balance tonight. You pop a few more pieces of the sushi bake Keeho made before sipping on water and stepping off to the side of the beach, observing the waves from where the rocks sit high and scatter among the sand. Although it wasn’t too congested at the party, it felt nice to step away and take a breather on your own.

“Come here often?” You hear Yeosang from behind you, his hands tucked behind his back as he shyly watches you turn to face him.

“I do, do you? Heard the breakfast is good here.” He chuckles before wrapping his arms around you from behind, placing a kiss to your head.

“What’re you thinking about?”

“Just watching the ocean like we used to. Can’t believe we’re back here with everyone.”

“Back where everything started.”

“Mmyeah. Exactly.” You giggle, leaning back into his chest.

“Happy birthday, my baby.” He says softly near your ear before smothering your cheek with tiny, repeated kisses. “I wanted to give you your present.” You feel his hands come around you, draping the silver necklace around your neck. It’s a small heart, with an infinity sign intertwined in the middle. You gasp when he finally secures it around your neck, earning a small chuckle from your boyfriend.

“Wait, this is the necklace I’ve been secretly eyeing! How’d you know?!” You pout, tears forming on your bottom lids.

“You don’t have to cry, princess.” Yeosang laughs. “I just do. You think I don’t catch you going back to visit the necklace at that shop every opportunity you get?” You laugh.

“I love it.” You smile at him. “You’re the best.” You tippytoe to kiss him on the lips.

“I know.” You roll your eyes and shake your head, admiring the necklace in silence a little more.

“Sangie?” You break the silence and fully turn to face him, hands resting on the nape of his neck.

“Mhm?”

“Thank you.” 

“For what?” He taps the tip of your nose, causing you to let out a small giggle.

“I just wanna say thank you for everything that you do for me.” He doesn’t respond. Instead, he dips forward to lock you in a kiss; his hands coming to squeeze at your sides. This, too, hadn’t been easy nor perfect, but he wouldn’t want it any other way. 

❊ FLASHBACK

“Hey!” You smile through facetime, watching as Keeho, Mingi and Jungkook pile behind Mina in the shot. It had been about another month since your interviews wrapped up and you were offered the job at the aquarium [just as you had hoped]. A month since the encounter with Yeosang. A month since you finally left the past where it belonged in order to move forward.

“Okay, so she’s glowing!” Keeho laughs. “Whattup bae! How’s everything?”

“Good! I’ve been busy already starting my job at the aquarium.”

“Busy being our ‘lil aquarium worker.” Mingi laughs. “Congrats Y/N!”

“Knew your ass would get it!” Jungkook chimes in.

“Stop it.” You laugh, happy to see your friends all together at the restaurant. “Thank you, though.”

“We miss you.” Mina pouts. “I’m glad you called. It’s been different without you.”

“I’ll be back soon!” You reassure her. “I’ll visit, okay?”

“You swear?”

“Swear.”

“How’s everything been back home, though?” Jungkook asks.

“Mm, well. I finally talked to my parents after awhile. I think we’re okay for now. Definitely have things to work on because of how things have gone down between us in the past, but we’re okay.” You had just come from your parents house, and although you had expected the visit to be rough, it wasn’t as bad as you thought. There are still a lot of things you and your parents need to work on together, but today was a start. Your parents had told you how much they missed you and how much they worried about you, your mom being the first to apologize about everything that had happened in the past. You did tell them about starting a job at the aquarium, and they congratulated you. Your dad was still awkward about the entire thing, but you saw a side of him that you hadn’t seen in a long time today. He was softer. Happy to see you doing well and healthy. Genuinely congratulated you for taking those steps. A lot of his beliefs and values are still deeply rooted within him, but you think this might have served as a good learning lesson for him and something he could look back on. They were happy to have you back, happy to have you nearby. They were happy, and you were, too. It wasn’t gonna be an easy journey, and it wasn’t perfect, but you’ll take what you can work with and lift some weight off of your shoulders.

“What about Yeo?” You bite onto your botton lip.

“I’m gonna try and see him in a bit.”

“Gonna go get your man back?” You shyly nod, making everyone ‘aw’ in unison.

“Good. He’s good for you, and you deserve to be happy. Both of you.”

“I’ll let you guys know how it goes. I just wanted to call you and say hi.”

“You look good, Y/N. You look happy. Don’t lose that.” You giggle and nod.

“I’ll be back soon, yeah? I expect a whole ass party and a big group hug as soon as I step into that restaurant.” Keeho snorts.

“With what money?” You laugh.

“I’ll call you guys later.”

“Okay, be safe!” Jungkook says as they all wave. “Love youuuuuu!” They all say in their own sing-song ways before cutting the call. You send Jeongin a few texts to let him know how the whole thing with your parents went before letting him know you were on your way to try and see Yeosang. Although some time had passed, you were hoping he’d still be open to seeing you and talking to you about everything. The time surely helped, and you were willing to accept how things turned out— whether that meant starting over with Yeosang or being friends.

“Hi.” 

“Hey.” Yeosang licks his lips, letting out a small huff after pausing his quick workout. He’s relieved to hear from you, and to be frank, he missed hearing your voice. He had been waiting for this moment, and even though the wait was excruciating, everything about you was worth it. He missed you.

“Can I come over so we can talk?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll send you my address. It’s close to you.” 

“Okay. I’ll be there in about 10 minutes or so?”

“Do you want me to come get you?”

“It’s okay. I’m already out, I’ll take a taxi over.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Okay. See you soon, pretty.” You smile to yourself hearing the term of endearment from Yeosang even after all this time. His love pure, genuine— not ever coming short.

Your nerves are slightly getting to the best of you as you sit and wait for the pastries you ordered to be packed up by the staff member assisting you. When she hands over the boxes, you thank her with a smile and immediately call a taxi to head over to Yeosang’s place. You twiddle your thumbs and constantly smooth down the material of your clothes, nervous about how everything will turn out. The both of you have shared small texts here and there just to check in, but it was clear the two of you were trying to keep a good distance until things felt more settled. He wanted to give you time to work on yourself and figure things out on your own, even though he was fighting everything within him to do so. The amount of times he wanted to just call you, come to your house, kiss you and make love to you— tell you to forget everything that’s happened and to start over right then and there.

He always wanted to do right by you, even if that meant letting you go for a bit.

He tidies up his place even though there isn’t much mess to clean. He’s a simple guy, has little things here and there. Your photos, your shell sitting on his nightstand. He lights some incense and sets it at the corner of his living room to liven up his space. He’s in a simple fit after running to the grocery store, still clad in his black pants and charcoal-colored tshirt. 

Should he have made something for you?

“Shit.” He says, trying to rummage through his fridge. But, he realizes it’s too late when he hears the bell go off and he’s having to buzz you into the building. Sooner or later, soft knocks come to the door and Yeosang is shaking off his nerves, letting out a breath. “Hey.” It comes off a lot smoother, more collected, than he expected. Goodjob, Kang Yeosang. Pat on the fucking back.

“Hi.” You give him that cute smile of yours just as you walk in and step out of your shoes, curious eyes exploring his place. “Wow, your place is so.. you.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s nice. Perfect.” You chuckle. “Don’t worry.” You show him the small box in your hand. “I bring some pastries.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” 

“Are you sharing with me?” You nod and he smiles, setting it onto the coffee table as he plops down and sits next to you. His eyes quickly scan your outfit and how beautiful you look today. You don’t even have to try and it makes Yeosang’s heart soar. You're so fucking pretty.

God, he is so in love with you. 

“What’d you do today?” He looks at you with the utmost attention and it gives you butterflies.

“Hm, I just ran a few errands and talked to my parents. Talked to everyone back in town.” His eyes widen.

“You talked to your parents? How’d that go?”

“Better than I expected. It’s not perfect, things still feel kinda awkward but it was good. We’re okay and I think we’ll be able to work through things over time. They congratulated me when I told them about the aquarium.”

“That’s good! I’m happy to hear that. You deserve it. Hope Keeho and them are doing well, too.”

“Thank you.” You smile at him for a little longer before you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. “Yeah, they are. What did you do today?”

“Grab groceries.” He scratches at his temple. “I—uh, I’m sorry I didn’t prepare anything beforehand. I didn’t think about it until it was too late.”

“It’s okay.” You giggle. 

“So, have you been okay otherwise?” You shrug.

“I think? I’m doing better than before.”

“Good.” 

“You?”

“I’ve seen better days.” You slightly pout.

“Sangie.” His heart does flips when you say his nickname that way, when you look at him the way you do. You scoot closer to him on the couch and he welcomes it, resting his arm against the back edge so you can slot yourself right in the opening. “Sangie, I’m so, so sorry.” You cup his cheeks and caress the surface. “I just got scared, and I’m so sorry for leaving.” You watch as he leans into your touch a little more. “I know I should’ve known better and I shouldn’t have ran in the first place, but it was the only safe thing I knew. I was so used to doing it that I didn’t even think about how it’d affect you or anybody else in the long run. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He lets out a breath, his hand coming up to hold your wrist.

“You know I’m here with you, not against you, right? I would never do anything to hurt you. I don’t care about what happened in the past, I don’t care what people have said about you. All that matters to me is that you’re taken care of and happy. That’s all I wanna do, and that’s all I wanna do with you.” He cups your cheeks and lifts your head slightly so that he can look at you, fully look at you, and take you in. “You’re everything to me and nothing about that will change, Y/N. No matter what.”

“I know, I know that.” You repeat. “I love you, and I’m sorry. I wanna do this with you, and I don’t want anything else. Only you.” 

“We can take our time with this.” He places a gentle kiss against the palm of your hand. “We can take it slow.”

“Okay.” Your voice falls to a whisper. 

“Me and you, yeah?” He asks for some kind of reassurance. You nod, crawling onto his lap to sit comfortably on him.

“Just me and you.” He gives you a small smile before gripping your chin gently and bringing you down for a kiss. It starts off strong, as if all the desire he had been holding in could finally be released. 

“Missed you.” He whispers in between kisses, hands resting on your hips while his tongue slowly prods your mouth. “Missed you so fucking much.”

“Missed you too, love.” The kiss gets sloppier and sloppier; teeth clicking in a fit of need, tongues fighting over dominance. 

“Need to move this to the room. Now.” Yeosang hisses. He swoops you into his arms in one swift motion, causing you to squeal as you hold him tightly around the neck. He tugs off your shirt and tosses it across the living room while making his way to the bedroom. You follow the same urgency, tugging on Yeosang’s shirt just as he places you down on the edge of the bed. He sheds it off and lets it fall to the floor, his hands now working on your pants to get you completely bare for him. He places kisses on every inch of your body that he possibly can— moving from your throat, down to the base of your neck, your collarbone. Chest. He leaves feathery kisses down your valley of breasts, hand coming up to massage your tit before working his lips, his tongue, around your perked nipples. You let out an audible gasp, back arching off of the bed as he finally pulls your pants down and lets them join his shirt on the floor. He tugs your panties down and doesn’t waste a moment to leave a trail of kisses along your inner thighs. 

“Wanna take care of you.” He says deeply just as he lowers himself in between your thighs and kisses your folds, your aching nub. His tongue slowly laps in between your folds, teasing your entrance before kissing his way back up to your clit and focusing his efforts on getting you off. You let out a loud moan when you feel the tip of his tongue nudge at your clit a couple of times, spreading your slick and his saliva all over your pussy. 

He kisses you, touches you, like he’s been starved for years.

Your grip on his head tightens, hips grinding against his mouth to relieve the friction you are so desperately chasing, needing.

“Oh, fuck— Yeosang—” You cry, overwhelmed by the sudden orgasm that comes crashing down on you. Your thighs close in on him as he continues to suck on your clit, keeping himself there until he feels your body settle in his grip; until he feels your hands loosen around his head. He bites onto his bottom lip as he gets himself out of his own pants, stroking himself while his eyes glaze over your entire body.

“So perfect for me.”

“Need you, Sangie.” You mewl, his dick feeling painfully hard in his own hand. He slots himself in between your legs, free hand making sure to keep your legs cocked open for him. He takes his cock and taps it onto your sensitive heat a few times, taking the tip in between your folds and nudging it against your clit. He lets out a loud groan when he feels how wet you are against him, no longer able to contain himself. “Please, babe.” You beg, feeling him run his dick down your slick once more before breaching your entrance; taking his time to fill you up until he bottoms out. 

Everything feels like it’s happening at the speed of light, unable to relish in every second. But, you need Yeosang. You need him just as badly as he needs you.

You feel tingles run down your spine as Yeosang finds a steady pace, hands placed on your inner thighs so he can watch his cock slip in and out of you with ease. His moans are mixed with yours, bouncing off the walls of his room along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Him pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow, like he needs to make up for lost time and show you just how desperate he is to have you.

“Ugh, fuck.” He lets out just as he lowers his body and hovers over you; his pace fast, quick. “Does it feel good, baby?” He’s right by your ear, teeth gently nibbling at your ear lobe.

“Yes—s-so good.” You can barely respond. Your hands thread into the ends of his hair as he continues to position himself right at the crook of your neck, keeping him close. “Keep going, just like that.” 

“My special girl.” He groans, nibbling at the surface of your neck. “Gonna give you everything.” He pants while pounding into you. “Shit— Y/N, baby—” He moans. “Where do you want me? Mm’gonna cum.”

“Inside. Please, please, please.” You continue to beg, working your own hips against him to relieve the ache you feel, craving every bit of him. The entire moment is so intense; powered with so much passion and need that you feel yourself tipping over the edge, ready to snap all over again. 

“I love you so much.” He says against your lips before his brows knit together, face contorting in pleasure when he releases his seed inside of you. You reach your second high at the same time, back arching against Yeosang while he’s trying to bring himself back down from cloud nine. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.” He breathes, hearing you whine in his hold— the aftershocks of your orgasm still surging through your veins. 

“I love you.” You respond. It takes a few minutes before you’re able to open your eyes and regulate your breathing, Yeosang cooing you and whispering sweet praises against your skin before kissing your cheek. Lips. Then, he plops onto the mattress next to you, bringing you onto his chest to hold you close. Keep you there right where you belong. With him.

“Stay with me tonight?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” You tease with a giggle, hugging him tightly as you shut your eyes momentarily and take in all of Yeosang beneath you— his soft skin, his touch. His scent. “Sangie.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I really missed you.”

“I missed you too. You have no idea.” He places a kiss on the top of your head, finger gently tracing shapes on your back to relax you. 

❊ END 

“Aye, birthday girl! We’ve got the cake out!” Keeho shouts from the restaurant. “Bring that ass over so we can sing happy birthday!” 

“Anything for you, hm?” He playfully taps your nose before grabbing your hand and kissing the surface. “Come, let’s go see your cake.” Yeosang smiles down at you and gives you another kiss to the forehead before leading you to the cake table. He had worked with a bakery to get your favorite cake— a simple ½ sheet vanilla cake with strawberry coulis, fresh strawberries and vanilla meringue icing. It was a simple but beautiful cake, with baby pink hues and dried flowers decorating the surface. Jungkook sticks two skinny candles down the middle, apologizing with a giggle for the shortage and for assuming he had more sitting in the restaurant. The crowd cheers and loudly sings happy birthday together before it falls silent when it’s your turn to make a wish. Yeosang admires you from the side, looking at you with pure adoration when your doe-eyes light up and you blow the candles out. Mingi helps snap pictures and polaroids, shaking them in between before laying them near your cake for you to see. Just as you turn to Yeosang for a kiss, he instantly swipes some of the icing down your cheek and laughs— running away from your wrath before surrendering due to your cute [but deadly] pouts and whines.

“I’m sorry, love. I had to.” He laughs, wiping at your cheek with a wet wipe. “You’re so cute.”

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“I am lucky.” He winks, causing you to snort. He puckers his lips for a kiss before helping Jungkook cut the cake and pass the slices along to everyone in attendance. Mingi calls you over to show you the rest of the pictures he took, proud of the work he’s done capturing the best moments from tonight.

“Happy looks good on her. The both of you, actually.” Jeongin says as he steps next to Yeosang, watching as you and Mingi continue to look at the pictures and laugh loudly together. “I’m really happy you two worked it out and never gave up on each other.”

“I am, too. And I don’t ever plan on changing that.” Yeosang continues to admire you.

“Yeah? This is it?” Jeongin smiles.

“She is.”

"Thank you for taking care of her." Yeosang returns the smile before diverting his attention to you as soon he hears you calling him over.

"Baby! Come look at these pictures!" You wave them up in the air happily. Now, you can add a few more polaroids to your collection— ones that have all your loved ones in one place. Ones of you and Yeosang. He can continue to add a few more sea shells to his night stand, ones picked by yours truly. And as far as he knows, he can continue to watch the waves crash against the shore with you. He can continue to grab the stars and place them in your hold just so you know what it feels like.

He can continue to shower you with love, give you all the flowers. This time, they won’t reach the floor. Because he has you, will always have you;

You— the purest, most raw, genuine definition of love, a flower he’ll continue to water and grow. 

Blossom.

❊ taglist: @frzzenfrxg @syubseokie @asjkdk @woojirang @svintsandghosts @cheolliehugs @persphonesorchid @mxnsxngie @jycas @cowboydk @vcutparis @chngbnwf @struggling101 @sanhwalvr

[wolfstarlibrarian]

Do you have any reality-tv AUs? Bingeing love island and i need the drama lol.

Hello friend and yes! I don't know any Love Island AUs but did include as many reality show wolfstar AUs that I could. If anyone knows of more, please reblog with recs!

Wolfstar Reality Show AUs

GBBO:

wading in waist-high water by @colgatebluemintygel Remus is a PhD student and hobbyist baker who finds himself adrift following his father’s death. On a whim, he enters the Great British Bake Off and is swept up in a flurry of curdled custard, shrunken souffle, and under-proved dough. Remus expects to be challenged and to embarrass himself on public television. What he doesn’t account for are the friendships he develops with the other contestants and the deep connection he forms with his teenage crush, Sirius Black: charming ex-boy band member and Bake Off presenter.

I Didn't Come Here to Party, I Only Came for the Cake by @attheendoftheday “Yunee foappy foabaaof,” James mumbles around the crepe in his mouth, gesticulating at the television with a fork. Sirius, much familiar with James-speak, translates. “I need to apply for the bake off?” Sirius asks. James nods.

The Great Wizarding Christmas Bake Off by @earlybloomingparentheses Three baking challenges, three glowing fruitcake runes, two not-so-secretly smitten contestants, two small explosions, one first kiss, one unexpectedly sentimental judge, and plenty of holiday cheer. Oh, and one Christmas Bake Off champion.

Let Them Eat Cake by @onlydreamofmysoul Welcome back to the newest season of The Great British Bake Off Remus is competing in the Great British Bake Off. His only focus are his cakes. (And a certain charming presenter of course)

Amazing Race:

The World Is Waiting For You by @thechanchanman “The world is waiting for you.” Leave it to Florida to have annoying birds. They don’t have birds like that in Boston. Sure, their birds are rude and will shit on you, but at least they're quiet. “Good luck. Travel safe,” Phil pauses for a moment. “Go!” Remus wasn’t paying close attention, to be honest. But thankfully Lily was. She’s still holding onto his hand when Phil announces the start of the race and pulls him forward so hard that he is now wondering if his left arm is still attached to its socket.

Married at First Sight:

Married at first sight by @tracingpatternswrites Usually, a romance story ends when the couple say I do, but in this case, that is where it starts. Can you marry a total stranger and still make it work? Can a group of experts really find your perfect match? And how do you stay true to yourself when your every move is caught on camera?

BOOK REC:

Looking for a book similar to these fics? With characters that are so lovable? A disaster millionaire with anxiety who goes on a dating show to change his reputation and a producer with depression who loves love but can never find it for himself? Then check out this book!

The Charm Offensive by Alison Cochrun

“I’m not afraid of anything. Except emotional intimacy and abandonment.”

If you've read any of the fics or the book please scream at me!

[skywalkr-nberrie]

You have probably gotten this question before but do you have a favorite Anidala moment?? Or like a handful of scenes you would consider your favorites?? Could be from any piece of SW media ofc :)

Oh God, I actually don’t think I’ve gotten an ask like this before so you’re in fact the first 👀

I pretty much love all their scenes (lol) but a lot of my fave Anidala scenes scale from across the 3 films and a lot of the novels too! I’ll go with the movie scenes that I also equally love in the novelizations.

1. Anidala picnic/meadow scene!

Adorable moment of two people falling in love and getting to know one another again after reuniting 10 years later. I love how down bad Anakin is and how he doesn’t hide his jealousy and obvious affection and attraction to her. And Padmé slowly coming to acceptance of her feelings as well, and learning not to shy away from them. Anakin really is irresistible. The novel makes it all the more clear what Padmé’s feelings are and how badly she’s falling for Anakin too.

2. ROTS reunion scene

The clear adoration and love in both their faces, words to each other, and actions is well emulated the most in this scene imho. Anakin kissing Padmé on the lips in open space, moving down to kiss her neck, declaring that he doesn’t care if anyone finds out they’re married now and the “yes, here.” 😆 (the novel and script version of this is super sweet, and elaborates more on how pained and suffered they were being apart and how happy they were to finally be together again.

3. Anakin & Padmé Force bond/connection scene (Padmé’s Ruminations)

Can anyone blame me?? We all know it’s well established through the novelizations and other EU material how Anakin & Padmé have a Force connection and bond with one another and this scene in both the movie and novel don’t disappoint to showcase that to us. The desperate longing, love, desire, and passion these two hold for one another is nothing short of soulmates. And I can’t go without posting the novelization version to this scene because it’s just too good.

“His agony somehow became an invisible hand, stretching out through the Force, a hand that found her, far away, alone in her apartment in the dark, a hand that felt the silken softness of her skin and the sleek” “coils of her hair, a hand that dissolved into a field of pure energy, of pure feeling that reached inside her—

And now he felt her, really felt her in the Force, as though she could have been some kind of Jedi, too, but more than that: he felt a bond, a connection, deeper and more intimate than he’d ever had before with anyone, even Obi-Wan; for a precious eternal instant he was her … he was the beat of her heart and he was the motion of her lips and he was her soft words as though she spoke a prayer to the stars—

I love you, Anakin. I am yours, in life, and in death, wherever you go, whatever you do, we will always be one. Never doubt me, my love. I am yours.

—and her purity and her passion and the truth of her love flowed into him and through him and every atom of him screamed to the Force how can I let her die?”

Everything about this makes me scream and sob into a pillow. If true love and soulmatism had a face it’d be them. This scene is one of the best moments to show us why Anakin & Padmé we’re meant to be, fated lovers, and are the very beat of each others hearts and their souls intertwined. This moment perfectly captures how inseparable they are from one another even as things fall apart around them.

[princesitangelita]

if riara is so bad because rafe is a killer who tried to kille kiara, then it’s hypocritical to ship him with sofia who doesn’t even know about his past. if you’re calling him a psychopath then you should want him locked up not with a love interest. saying rafia haters can choke because not everyone buys your boring ship where the relationship is based off of LIES because she doesn’t know ANYTHING about his actual self is insane.

sofia after having no development for over 2 seasons and no personality outside of being rafe’s gf:

even fiona said the pates had NO plan and she had to make scenes up.

nonnie it’s the way you’re this bothered..

“if riara is so bad because rafe is a killer who tried to kille kiara, then it’s hypocritical to ship him with sofia who doesn’t even know about his past.”

i have never based my dislike for the riara ship on rafe being a killer.. but if i did, it wouldn’t be hypocritical because rafe has literally choked kiara before and, in your words, tried to kill kiara, whereas he has never laid hands on sofia.. so if that’s your argument that quite literally makes no sense. i have said time and time again that i liked rofia because that relationship let us viewers see rafe in a different light, that’s all lol.

“if you’re calling him a psychopath then you should want him locked up not with a love interest.”

i have also said before that he needs to be in jail and/or therapy instead of being with someone.. like are you even looking into any of my discussion posts or are you just keyboard smashing nonsense on anon??

“saying rafia haters can choke because not everyone buys your boring ship where the relationship is based off of LIES because she doesn’t know ANYTHING about his actual self is insane.”

mind you— this was my response to the ‘rafia haters can choke’ anon..

NONNIE YOU’RE ACTING LIKE I’M THE ONE WHO SAID THAT LMAO??

“sofia after having no development for over 2 seasons and no personality outside of being rafe’s gf:”

‘no development’ but it’s almost like the show doesn’t revolve around her anyways?? it doesn’t even revolve around rafe but the pate brothers obviously used sofia so that RAFE CAN HAVE DEVELOPMENT.. not the other way around. like seriously, are we watching the same show??

the reason why i don’t like riara is because it was made up on tiktok.. it’s not a genuine connection unlike the connection that kiara and jj actually had (prior to all the drama with all the cast members). when it was kiara and jj it made sense, but kiara and rafe?? right after jj died?? like be so forreal. if riara happens, then it happens, if it doesn’t, then it doesn’t. also not to imply anything here, but if this was your response after someone was just calling out blatant racism against sofia and not at all giving constructive criticism about her connection with rafe; then i don’t know nonnie that’s really weird of you but go off!

[callophelia]

[Storyboard 2] Dead Center and Thirds

This is definitely going to be another long one, isn’t it? (╯▽╰ )

This was another school assignment of mine where we had to draw eleven mini illustrations utilizing the assigned camera shot types of: extreme wide, wide, knee-up, medium, close-up, extreme close-up, high-angle, low-angle, dutch-angle, over-the-shoulder, and point-of-view. As you can probably also tell from just a quick look at these drawings, I cranked up the fanart dial to the max so everything here is outright fanart of some kind (≧▽≦) (Although it tends to hurt my hand adding all the extra details, it does help prevent me from developing outright hatred for my school work /ᐠ˵- ⩊ -˵マ)

Anyway, time for some art notes about each of these drawings! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

The first drawing in the list is the one for the extreme-wide shot! Chronologically, however, this was the sixth drawing I made! The first thing that came to mind when I read camera shot type was a big landscape, but I’m not really good at drawing landscapes and didn’t really have the time to learn to make something decent, so I used that one drawing of Haikaveh sitting on a hill by @dekoi.art as reference. I also made this into YingYangz fanart because they’re my favourite vtuber pairing and they have absolutely altered my brain chemistry. I love Cass and Luci's interactions so much lmaooo. It was a bit difficult drawing in all their little details though, but I think I managed to get enough of the important points down for it to be recognizably them (as long as you have their pics for side-by-side for comparison lol)! I also gave Luci a lil umbrella for protection, tho I don’t know if he ever mentioned in lore if he was immune to sunlight or not, but it was still a fun idea lol! ꉂ (≧ヮ≦)

The next drawing on the list is the wide shot and was the fifth I made chronologically! I don’t remember how I came to draw it, but I think I got the idea for it when I saw a picture of some sort of… place (I can’t remember what it was or what it was called, but it was pretty), got reminded of the Inbetween from TFTSMP, and then decided to draw Karl exploring it. (—ᴗ—) I designed this Inbetween hall after the image of the place I saw and designed Karl’s clothes after this cute Cookie Run design I saw someone make of him! I don’t remember the artist’s name, but I think it was something-ddissey…? I also decided to give this drawing some values to set apart the dimness of the hall and the brightness of the courtyard ≽^•⩊•^≼ I don’t know if the topic of Karl Jacobs is controversial considering his connections to Mr. Beast (Tho I think it might be?) Just in case he is tho, I swear I do not agree support any of their shenaniganeries ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ I just really like Tales from the SMP ◉_◉

Keeping this short, the next one is the cowboy/knee-up shot and was the fourth drawing I made chronologically. For this one, I just really wanted to draw my Food Fantasy oc, Jelly Art ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ However, since her design is still sort of up in the air, she doesn’t look like this the other times I drew her. As for the actual scenery, it was just something I drew as a second thought lol (≧▽≦)

Anyways, on to the medium shot! Chronologically, it was the third drawing I made for this assignment, and I just really wanted to draw Ororon because he’s one of my fave Genshin Impact sons >ᴗ< However, I decided to use @_versavea_’s design for him specifically because it’s just so nice, I love it! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

The close-up shot was the second drawing I made for this assignment, and I immediately had a vivid idea of what I wanted to do for it! I don’t remember how I decided on it but I just knew I wanted to make draw Aesop Carl from Identity V as a hunter ฅ^>⩊<^ ฅ I know his original artist already made a hunter form for him, but the moment I remembered that his “mask” were two hands intertwined with each other, I was like “Aw heck naw” and decided to draw @mr.vanhellis’s hunter Aesop Carl design instead lmaooo ꉂ (≧ヮ≦) I also decided to give this drawing values to communicate the mysterious night-time vibe I had imagined! One last fun fact about this: I originally drew Aesop’s head too big but didn’t have the time to fix it before I turned it in, but now that I’m uploading these drawings to my social medias for fun, I decided to fix it lol (ᗒᗜᗕ)՛̵̖

Anyways, onto the extreme close-up, this was actually the first drawing I made for this assignment! I don’t know how I came to decide on this subject, but I think I just really liked the idea of drawing Wanderer from Genshin with cracks/kintsugi fillings on his face as it is one of my fave headcanons for him ≽^•⩊•^≼

Next on the list is the high-angle shot and let me tell you: it was one of my least favourites to make ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ Drawing foreshortened bodies really wasn’t my strong suit and finding reference images had been an absolute pain. In the end, I just drew a random body based on a ref image I found and tried drawing another vtuber I like, Rosco Graves, over it. Of course, it doesn’t look like him (and I blame part of that on how detailed his design is), but honestly, I was so sick of that drawing at this point ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა

The low-angle shot was no better. I had a vivid idea of what I wanted to draw in mind but couldn’t find the right reference image to help make it happen, so in the end, the perspective is pretty off (╥ᆺ╥；) This drawing is sort of a fanart for a short Homestuck fic I read on ao3 by cosmicRoadkill where, in it, Karkat is the one who dies instead of Aradia and ends up being brought back by her as a ghost! I wanted to draw him, but his regular appearance lacked the elements that Aradia had in life that made her ghost form look cool (long hair and skirt), so I decided to give ghost Karkat a cloak so that he can have the same ominous appearance! The background was whatever.

The next drawing was the dutch-angle drawing, but as proud as I am of this one, I’m not quite sure how to explain my thought process behind it… I guess, to put it simply, the subject of this drawing is a heavily headcanonized version of Scott Major from a lil Life Series SMP AU I have. His signature weapon is a bow and he can create shooting stars with it, which… is basically what he’s doing in this drawing (≧▽≦) I did a little experimenting with this drawing regarding the shooting star arrow, and I think it turned out well all things considered! The actual design I used for Scott in this was something I cooked up on Gacha Life 2 since I didn’t want to go through the trouble of making up a design for him on the spot ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

Moving on, we have the over-the-shoulder shot, and at this point in time, I was fairly sick of these drawing and just wanted to be said and done with them ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა Originally, it was going to be an over-the-shoulder shot of Gingerbrave from CRK looking at Cream Unicorn Cookie, but when I drew the body for Gingerbrave, the body-type came out wrong, so I scrapped the original idea and decided to essentially redraw a scene from a Homestuck Lyricstuck video of the song “Nothing Left to Say Now” by @paperseverywhere, where a Doomed Dave wakes up in the Dreambubbles and is greeted by a Doomed John. I think you can tell from the look of it that every second working on it was like pulling teeth out ( ´ཀ` )

Finally, this brings us to the final drawing of this assignment: the point-of-view shot! Surprisingly enough, despite being the last drawing, it was one I was actually excited to work on. Although I’m aware that a lot of opinion regarding the Dream SMP these days tend to be… less than stellar, and that the topic of Wilbur Soot is 100% controversial, when I tried to think of ideas for the point-of-view shot, the only thing I could think of一the only thing that came to mind, was that once scene from SAD-ist’s Dawn of 16th animatic where Philza reaches out to Wilbur as he salutes back moments before his death. Although I was never really attached to Wilbur Soot’s content outside of his music, I did always adore the story of the Wilbur Soot character from DSMP (ESPECIALLY Ghostbur (my freaking beloved)), so the drama regarding cc!Wilbur Soot did upset me a lot (｡╯︵╰｡) To remedy this, I technically, basically, created an oc named Talullah and jam-packed her with all my c!Wilbur Soot headcanons to replace c!Wilbur Soot in the fanon recreation of the DSMP in my mind ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ So yeah, the point-of-view drawing is basically my redraw of SAD-ist’s scene but with Talullah lol! Now, with all of this in mind, one might wonder why I did not do the same with Karl, and to that I say… I did not think of it at the time ._. But if I ever decide to draw “Karl” again, I’ll probs replace him with an oc lol ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

So yeah, this was my entire artist notes for this singular school assignment. It ended up being a little over 3 entire pages in my docs ₍^. .^₎⟆

Good grief.

[rhiannonsknife]

kind of projecting here but mmm rhiannon with someone who’s in a similar situation to her. feeling invisible, like nobody sees them blah blah blah. one day she sees them and she can physically feel the loneliness and makes it her mission to make them feel seen and loved. like she just gets it because she’s going through the exact same thing

idk lol just kinda been having a hard time lately and the only thing that makes me feel better is knowing that rhiannon lewis feels the exact same way 😭😭

- 🦔

i received this request and immediately got to work!! i hope you’re doing okay 🦔 anon <3

i think rhiannon generally has a tendency to notice the rather quiet people, feeling safer and drawn to those around her who are in a similar situation.

she is no stranger to being overlooked, and that’s exactly why she notices you. it’s in the way you linger at the edge of conversations, the quiet sighs you think no one hears, and the tired smile you wear when you think you’re unseen.

and because she’s made it her mission to protect people from bullies, she decides she might as well try and make you feel seen.

her first approach is subtle. rhiannon starts with small gestures: asking how your day is going, sharing a joke when no one else is paying attention. the little cracks in her aloof persona are intentional, her way of showing that she’s listening. that there is someone who cares to hear your thoughts in a conversation or wants to know how you’ve been doing lately.

this could also be the beginning of her obsession with you…she’s always finding excuses to be around you: rhiannon always seems to be where you are, but never in an overbearing way. she’ll linger near your desk, offer to grab you coffee, or just happen to “run into you” when you look like you need a break. the second she sees someone dismiss you or talk over you, she’s stepping in with a sharp quip and a fiery glare. “funny how they always seem to forget the smartest person in the room,” she says, casually sliding into the seat next to you.

her goal to make sure you never feel invisible again leads to rhiannon genuinely giving this her all. she makes a point of complimenting the things others always overlook. the way you word an email, your handwriting, or even the way your voice softens when you’re passionate about something. it doesn’t take long until she’s no longer purposefully doing it. it’s not like any of it is untrue, but in the beginning she has to try and point them out whereas, over time, it becomes a natural instinct. a habit. you walk in a room and rhiannon notices a hundred different things she would want to compliment.

it’s not often that she feels comfortable enough to connect with somebody, but it comes just as natural as the compliments with you.

rhiannon’s not the best with words, so she shows her care through actions too!! leaving a note on your desk that says, “saw this and thought of you” with a small trinket or snack attached. or remembering an offhand comment about your favorite book and showing up with a fully annotated version one day.

she’s not overly touchy either. while she craves physical touch more than anything, rhiannon obviously doesn’t want to overstep. still, the way she brushes her hand against yours or playfully nudges you feels deliberate. the first time she hugs you, rhiannon is tentative and cautious, scared to do anything wrong. that is, until you hug her back. then, rhiannon never wants to let you go again. you, on the other hand, learn that she gives her best hugs ever.

rhiannon really is the only one who makes your days bearable. whenever you doubt yourself, she’s the first to remind you of your worth. “i see you,” she says softly, her voice carrying a conviction that makes your chest ache. “you’re brilliant, and anyone who doesn’t notice that is an idiot!”

in seeing you, rhiannon gets to heal a part of herself too!! <3 the care she shows you helps her realize how much she’s been craving that same attention and affection. and slowly, the two of you become each other’s biggest supporter!! whether it’s coffee breaks, late-night drives when she offers to take you home, or even sitting in comfortable silence, it all becomes a reminder that you’re never alone anymore, that you’ve got rhiannon’s support no matter what! when you let your guard down about your struggles, she’s the one who listens like her life depends on it. she’ll shyly take your hand and give it a gentle squeeze. “i’m here,” she says softly. “i’ll always be here.”