#the sad angst Drabble will be reposted today!!

[gojonanami]

gonna try to have either feral gojo or virgin prince! gojo out this week!!

but also I think virgin prince gojo may turn into a mini series (probably 2-3 parts)

[haitanialex]

drabble ! angst

The first time Izana realized he was in love with you was also the moment he realized he would never be able to let you know. Because at that very moment, with his body turning cold and feeling his own blood pool below him, he knew it was the last time his mind would bless him with the thought of you.

Taking a deep breath and looking at the sky (his soon-to-be home) he said your name with the weakest whisper. He was ashamed that the very last time your name escaped his lips was to be tainted with that metallic taste on his tongue as the beating of his heart faded with the rain. But at least you weren’t there to hear it.

a/n ! im feeling sad today so im taking y’all down with me

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[orbitvenus]

I love you so

synopsis. a sad continuation(?) to "my boy"

pairing. Kenma Kozume x gn!reader

genre. drabble, pinch of fluff then angst

warning. grammar and falling in love with someone else

you accepted him back to your arms again and back to your routines, but this time he confirmed his promise. he gave you all the love and affections he could offer. he slowly learned to love you better and move pass from his ex. he never felt this so much content with his life with you in his arms and by his side. he thought everything was going to be alright until you started to change.

one morning, you were greeting him all so lovingly to go to work but when you returned, you mentioned meeting a new friend. complimenting how kind and helpful they were. 'that's great then.' he doesn't really mind as long as your happy. after that day, things started to shift.

you still show and tell him how much you love him but your eyes don't sparkle as much as they used to be. even if they did, it always happens when you're on your phone. in denial. it's not what he thinks it is right? no, its probably not. he still has you. kenma's the only one in your heart. you show and tell him still love him the same. but why does it feel the opposite? he began searching for the passion and warmth you used to give him. when he found nothing he's slowly filled with dread.

he got his answer. the day he caught you hanging out with your 'friend.' you show your sweetest smile, the way your eyes crinkles, and the little habits that you used to show around him when you first started dating. you start to look forward on meeting this friend even while you spend your time with kenma. mentioning what they did today or anything about them. he couldn't relate. all he hears is them, everytime he see you, he's only reminded with the agony stabbing him.

he couldn't do anything but watch as you slowly slip from his hands. helpless while you fall in love with someone other than him.

was this a punishment? you already forgave him. he did try to be better but why? how did this happen?

you weren't aware of how you snuggle closer to him at bed and murmur their name in your sleep. how badly he became so desperate of your attention and you reluctantly give in to him. he clings and clings until you asked for space. he did. yet, all you did with the space you asked was to meet up with them. he really wanted to leave you behind, with the way you shatter his soul.

but then he remembers, he was the first one who did this and caused you the same pain. he loves you so, so much even if he bleeds and he will do everything you want him to do just to stay.

he continued to try and fix your crumbling relationship. until its only a matter of time you were finally out of his grasp. its only a matter of time until he broke down, tired from trying to save your crumbling relationship.

as he silently cries infront of you. you looked so guilty when he asked what happened and when... when did you fall out of love with him? you grabbed his hand to your cheek and slightly kissed it. 'I'm sorry.'

note. okay I suck at writing vulnerable characters help :(

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[tobioismylove]

Love Triangle

pairings: Yamaguchi x reader (f), Tsukishima x reader (f), Yamaguchi x Yachi

genre: angst

warnings: heartbreaks.

note: this is just a very short kinda idea(?) tbh, the last scene came to my mind so I just slapped in some random scene's and made it into a drabble :D

this song just matched the vibe of this story.

Life truly was unfair. Especially to the two of you.

You've always known it but tonight, it hit you too hard.

You were excited for today's summer festival. You and Yamaguchi somehow managed to talk Tsukishima into going to the festival together, and for him to wear a yukata.

And then came the messy orange haired boy, almost pleading to let him and the two other first years join too. Well, the more the merrier right?

"Wow, Yachi and Yamaguchi are matching!" Exclaimed the short boy as soon as Yachi arrived at the place all of you promised to meet at. Both of their cheeks glowed red under all the lights, realizing that their yukata's colour was almost the same. "Now then, let's go!"

Ignoring your clenching heart, you tried to have fun. But how could you? How could you have fun when the person you loved was by another girl's side?

"Here." You glanced at the tall guy as he extended a flower hair pin towards you. "Thought it would match your yukata." You smiled, taking the hair pin from his hand and clipping it on your hair. "Thank you, Kei. It's pretty." Tsukishima muttered a "whatever" under his breath before walking ahead of you. His 'whatever' meant 'you're welcome' and you knew it.

A sad smile curved up your lips, knowing very well that the reason he bought it for you was to somehow brighten up your mood. Because Tsukishima Kei hated seeing the girl he loved being broken by his own friend.

"Kageyama, look! Try scooping one for me." The said boy glared down at Hinata. "Why would I even do that for you?" Complained Kageyama, but still tried his best to scoop up the goldfish. "Damn it! Why is this so hard?!"

"Anyways, where's Yamaguchi and Yachi?" Hinata asked, looking away from the irritated setter and looking around the place to find them. "Oh, they're there! Can you go call them here? They need to try this!" You nodded your head, pushing yourself through the crowd as Tsukishima followed behind you. "Don't wanna be with those idiots for any more seconds." Said him when you asked as he adjusted his glasses.

"Tadashi—" You cut off your own words, freezing a few steps away from the couple that stood at a place where it wasn't crowded. Yachi's face burned red as he confessed to her.

"I like you, Yachi-san." He said. Not many people would've been able to hear his soft voice among the loud crowd, but to you, it was too loud. His words were so loud that you wished you had gone deaf instead.

And the fireworks display started, making it even more romantic to the couples standing in front of you with their backs facing you.

"Y/N." A hand was placed at the back of your head, pulling you into a warm embrace. "Kei.." You whispered, tears that you've been holding in this whole evening finally getting their escape as they stained your cheeks.

Tsukishima wrapped his other arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He was willing to give you all the physical comfort that you needed at the moment because he knew. He knew what your pain felt like because he too was going through it.

"Forget about him already." He whispered, his voice has never once sounded so broken and vulnerable. "Forget about him and look at me instead... please.."

Life was cruel, laughing as it watched one pair with smiles on their face, marking this as their happiest day so far while the other pair was broken, hugging each other even though they were bleeding from each other's thorns.

One day for sure, both of you will be able to wrap up each other's scars, but in order for that to happen, you had to go through this pain.

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[aiode]

IN MOONLIGHT.

❝ i hear my heart breaking tonight. do you hear it too? it’s like a summer shower, with every drop of rain singin’ ‘i love you’. ❞ — pink in the night, mitski

PAIRING: t.oikawa x fem!reader

GENRE: angst, pining, best friend!oikawa, the usual (cliché as well) in love w your best friend trope but they don’t and will never feel the same way, very very mildly edited.

OVERVIEW: you’ve loved your best friend tooru oikawa for years and before he leaves for argentina, you confess on a rooftop while waiting for the summer festival fireworks to start.

NOTES: this was supposed to be a drabble but i got a bit carried away, so i guess you can classify this as a short oneshot. i kinda don’t like this that much but i just wanted to jump over that hill of posting something. enjoy!

MASTERLIST

The summer night was warm and humid. The breeze was light as it blew across your face and through your hair. You sat there with him, your best friend. Both of you looked to the night sky in silence—it was peaceful, calm almost. Too calm as both of you waited for the festival fireworks to ignite, streaking the sky with a rainbow of momentary color.

Unlike him, your focus was on his face rather than the sky. You studied his eyelashes, they were long and dark. You studied his eyes, they were kind and passionate. You studied his nose, there was a slight bump at the bridge from when he broke his nose at twelve years old. You studied his lips, they spoke words of encouragement when you were sad and formed the biggest smile when you made a joke. You loved him for all of these things and more.

Feeling your gaze, he smiled at you and said, “Is there something on my face?” His eyes crinkled at the corners as he stared back at you in question.

“No, and if there was I wouldn’t tell you.” You said, smiling back at him with the same energy.

He let out a short laugh, “Rude. And with all that we’ve been through.”

“Tooru, you simply need to be humbled.” You teased and you turned to look at the sky.

His light laughter faded as another thoughtful silence passed over you two. You glanced at him once more before turning to stare into the night.

You turned to watch the night sky before your gaze inevitably fell on the moon. It was luminescent and trustworthy. It held all of your secrets. You trusted the moon because it held your deepest secret: you were in love with your best friend, Tooru Oikawa since childhood.

It was a night like this where you came to the realization that you were in love with him. It had been five years ago at the same summer festival. You both met up at a food stand at that time, it was much more humid then than now. He was standing tall when you approached him. Tooru was always tall for his age. He was fiddling with his hands, people watching as he waited for you.

“Tooru!” You called out as you got closer. He whipped his head towards you before breaking out into the biggest grin. He waved you over to his direction and your heart skipped a slight step at his effortless beauty. Walking towards him, you gave him the biggest smile and waved back. Looking you up and down, he said nicely, “You look very pretty today.”

It was a very simple sentence, yet it struck a chord in you. It made a blush reach your ears and your hands clutched the hem of your clothing tightly. The air in your lungs disappeared and your chest clenched. No one had ever pulled such a visceral reaction out of you. Then at that moment, you realized you loved him.

Now at eighteen, your attraction had only grown greater. It pained you the way he flashed his pretty smile at others or laughed at their jokes. Though you always reassured yourself that you’d only ever be the one to sit on his roof to watch the fireworks every summer.

The both of you quietly continued to study the moon while you internally monologued to yourself. In your mind, you thought that this was your chance to take advantage of this peaceful moment—to finally tell him how you feel. In the next coming months, Tooru was going to leave for Argentina. You felt that this was one of your last chances to get him alone before he goes back to being the pride of your hometown.

You laid there a little longer, as you tried to work up the courage. Fiddling with your fingers as you continued to freak yourself out. Thoughts ran a five kilometer race in your brain, such as:

How am I supposed to tell him?

I can’t just be like, “Hey, I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

Is this even a good time? The fireworks are about to start.

As you continued to ponder, it came to you. It was like a punch of fresh air when you remembered the conversation you had with him when you were fifteen. The both of you were slight romanticists at that time, never having had the dreadful chance of experiencing bittersweet heartbreak yet. You both agreed that even though that this was a very cliché way to confess, it was nonetheless romantic.

You turned to him, taking a deep breath. You study his face again—his perfectness still breathtaking even after all this time. Swallowing thickly you gather your courage and ask, “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

You waited with a baited breath as he turned to look at you. His eyes studied your face while his lips pursed into a thin line. Your heart stopped beating because in your years of friendship, you knew what that look on his face meant. You’ve seen it many times, though it had never been directed at you before now. Your heart knew even before he said anything.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

Deep down, you knew his answer before you had spoken. You anticipated it even, yet that couldn’t prepare you for when your world broke into tiny pieces.

NOTES 2: in japanese, “the moon is beautiful, isn’t it.” is a more poetic way of telling someone you love them. if they reply with “the moon has always been beautiful.” then that means they’ve always felt the same way as you.

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[jeonggukingdom]

splinters of love • day XXV [jhs]

pairing  ⟶ jung hoseok x fem!Reader

summary  ⟶ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site. Specifically  ⟶  • day XXV ↳ in which Hoseok speaks the word you never wanted to hear coming from his mouth. Goodbye.

genre  ⟶ pure heart-wrenching angst

rating  ⟶  PG-17

word count ⟶ 1.511 words

warnings  ⟶ heavy break up, depressing thoughts, pretty dramatic, a lot of metaphors to describe the pain better... wouldn’t read if you’re already in a sad mood, ngl

series masterlist  ⟶ here  (links on mobile may not work, if you’re looking for all the works in this series, you can click on the “!splintersoflove” tag and you’ll find them all there!)

His lips are tight in a thin line, his eyes are red and swollen and pain-stricken but most of all empty and the sight of them, of him and the defeated stance of his body makes you absolutely nauseous.

You are the cause of all of this and the sense of guilt is so heavy on your heart you can feel it crushing right in the middle of your chest, squeezed so tight it might stop at any given moment now.

Two days have passed since you last saw Hoseok.

You had a fight, one of many others in the past few months and he had left you, banged the door behind his back and didn’t return for full forty-eight hours, twenty minutes and eleven seconds. Yes, you counted them.

You tried to call him, tried to text him, hell, you called his friends even and only when Yoongi reassured you he was ok, that he was with him, it felt like air could pass again through your lungs.

But of course, his distance and his silence didn’t quench the ache you were feeling, the torment that had your nails beaten to the bone, your lips cracked under the forceful vice of your teeth, your hair tangled by the fingers tugging on them.

You were desperate. And afraid.

That fear that had you paralyzed for those two days doesn’t seem so misplaced now as you stare up at him.

Still, you are hopeful that you can fix this, fix it like you always do and go back to normal because there aren’t many things you know in your life but one of those is that you two love each other.

Hoseok’s eyes though are fixed on anything but you and the longer he stays like this, in perfect silence, the more you feel your heart sink between your lungs.

“Say something,” you beg him then, voice weak and trembling with all the anxiousness, the regret and the fear laced right between those two words.

Still, they are enough to make him jump, take a step back away from you as if you just pointed a gun to his heart and threatened to fire it.

You call his name softly, dare a few steps towards him until your hands can reach his and you really try to hide the hurt in your eyes as he recoils from your touch, shakes his head and closes in himself more concealing every little piece of him away from your sight.

It’s a defensive mechanism, you suppose, to keep himself standing and alive. The most important parts of him, the ridges of his heart and the niches of his soul you were so acquainted with, they are now tucked away, secured behind walls you cannot access or break through.

“I think we should break up.”

The first words he speaks to you after two days are those and you stare at him in shock for so long he is forced to shift his gaze from the ground up to your face.

You are crying. You are not even aware of it until the taste of salt fills your mouth.

“You don’t mean that,” you pathetically whimper in response and he grimaces at your words, shifts his gaze away from you once more, fixes it right behind your back on the emptiness of your apartment.

“We do nothing but fight, _______. I can’t take it anymore.”

You shake your head, try to gulp down the sobs and despair but you do a very poor job at it because your thoughts are too jumbled for you to function properly, for you to control your emotions.

Your entire world is breaking apart and you don’t know how to fix it. There must be a way to fix it, right?

“I love you, Hoseok,” your voice trembles alongside your bottom lip and a heavy sigh leaves his parted lips.

There are tears streaming down his face too now and you hate the sight of them, hate the fact that you are the one that put them there in the first place.

“I love you too, _______.”

You do not let him finish. The moment those words are out of his mouth you rush to him, put your hands on his face, pull him towards you to desperately kiss his lips but he recoils from your touch again, pushes your hands away as if you scorched him, takes a few steps back away from you so that he can breathe again.

The rift between you two seems to be getting bigger and bigger and the wider it gets, the more it feels impossible to abridge.

“Then why, Hoseok, why are you leaving me?”

You search his eyes, search for a coherent explanation as to why all of this is happening when you are still madly in love with each other, so much so it pains you to even think about not seeing each other again.

“Because sometimes love is not enough.”

Your heart breaks and you could swear he can hear it because his head snaps your way, his eyes turn big as he looks at you with guilt shining in his eyes.

Or maybe it’s the scream that left your mouth that did it as you hugged yourself as if to keep all of you intact before you physically break too and get scattered across the floor in tiny little pieces.

“We can’t keep going like this. We keep hurting each other and I’m tired, I’m so fucking tired. I don’t want to end up hating you, _______. I want to remember all the good times we had together, all our beautiful memories and not taint them with all the fights, the hurtful words… I love you, so much so I’m willing to let you go for your sake and mine.”

He says all of this through heavy breaths, with tears rolling down his cheeks, with trembling lips and hands balled into fists.

You understand him, you could even agree to all of that but you cannot accept it and you know you won’t in a few days, in a few months or even in a few years.

Hoseok is your one and only and you knew that from the very start. Hoseok was endgame, the man you were supposed to marry, have kids with and get old with but now that future is being ripped away from you and no matter how hard you try to cling to it, it still turns to dust between your fingers and slowly disappears.

You want to beg him for another chance, grasp his shirt so hard he simply won’t be able to leave you but you don’t for the very same reason he is letting you go.

You love him so much you are ready to give yourself up for him. All that you have ever been, all that you will ever be, it’s all his but only if it makes him happy.

Hoseok is not happy. He is not happy today just like he wasn’t happy two days ago or a week ago and maybe even a month ago.

So you stay silent, cry before him while gulping down all the words you wish to say to him. You choke on them, gag on them, suffocate on them but you do not speak them.

“Goodbye.”

It’s the last word you’d ever want to hear from him but it still leaves his mouth with a pained whisper and you hate yourself a little for letting him go like this, for not even daring to look at his face before he turns around and disappears behind that door once again, this time forever.

The moment the door clicks back in its hinges you fall on your knees.

You cry and scream and fist your hair until you are sure some locks will remain tangled between your fingers.

You a die a little on this very floor, give up a part of you that truly belonged to him and it takes you hours to rise from the ground to seek the comfort of your bed and the covers. They still smell a little like him on the side of his bed, just like the sweater draped around your body as you stare at a picture of you on the bedside table.

Your heart breaks a little bit more when you think about him coming to the apartment again just to get his things and completely disappear from your life without leaving any trace except for the memories you shared together.

You fall asleep whimpering his name, you wake up with the sound of it still on your lips and you go through your life as best as you can while your heart keeps screaming it over and over again where nobody can hear it.

Hoseok. Hoseok. Hoseok.

No matter how much you call for him, he does not come back and with each passing day, that shrivel of hope you had gets tinier and tinier until it disappears leaving you completely hollow.

Copyright © 2020 by jeonggukingdom. All rights reserved. Do not repost, do not steal, do not translate without consent.

[kyunshiesdrabbles]

Oh Sehun x Reader

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Title: Give Me A Chance

Type: One shot / Drabble

Genre: Angst / Fluff

Ship: Oh Sehun x Reader (change pronounce as you see fit)

Word count: 3,080

Warnings: Mention of self-harm

Author's notes: You have broken up with Sehun, but you still can't stop loving each others, knowing it would never work out again. But he is eager to get you back. Will you end up giving him another chance?

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" It has been a year, since you have broke up with Sehun. It wasn't an easy thing for either of you, because you were so in love with each others, he was even planning to marry you, but all that got ruined, because you two got caught about it and his agency didn't like the idea of you two dating, so he was forced to break up with you. You still remembered that day like yesterday. The pain, the misery... All of it. The scars on your wrist was reminder of the heart ache you felt. Despite all you lost, you needed to continue with your life. "

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You were making your way to works, when you heard someone calling your name. Turning around you saw Lay - your bestfriend, running after you. "I'm glad I found you, Y/N! Something has happened, you need to come with me at once." Why? What was going on? Lay seemed to be really in a hurry. "But I am already late for works... My boss will kill me, if I go to works late one more time... I'm sorry, but I really need to get going." You said as you turned to leave, but felt Lay grabbing your wrist, stopping you on your tracks. What was wrong with him today?  

"Yixing, let go. I really need to..." You were about to protest, when he cut you off. "It's Sehun... He's in hospital." Hearing his words made your heart almost stop. Sehun is in hospital? You looked over to Lay’s serious expression, and it made you feel really concerned. "What happened?" You asked, and looked over to Lay. You knew your boss wouldn't be happy if you were late again, but you needed to go see what have happened. You were worried. "I don't know, he just asked me to find you, so I did. Come on! I'll drive." He said as he half dragged you towards his car, that he have parked nearby. Once inside the car he started to drive towards the hospital.  

Every moment closer to hospital, you felt your stomach drop. What could have happened, since Sehun ended up into hospital? Lay noticed how nervous you seemed, and placed his free hand gently on your knee. "Are you alright?" He asks, frowning a bit. He was concerned about you. You offered your bestfriend small smile. "Yeah... Just a bit nervous." You said, and Lay nodded. He knew about yours and Sehun's break up, obviously. He was the first person you told about it. He was the first person to see what it made you do to yourself. He was the first person, that was there to comfort you. Lay never left your side after hearing about it. He always checked up on you. You were very grateful about having such an amazing bestfriend, as he was.

Once you reached hospital Lay parked his car near the entrance and you got out of the car. He looked over to you. "I need to go back to studio for a while... Will you manage to go without me? I mean,  I can always call others that I can't come, if..." He started, but you cut him off. "No, you're needed there. I'll manage on my own. Don't worry." You said, trying to sound positive, but you really wasn't so certain about your own words. Lay noticed that, and he turned off the engine, and got out from car. "I'm coming with you. With that state of mind, you are not able to face him alone." He said as he took your hand, and started to walk towards the doors.  

"Yixing, you really don..." You started, but he gave you his famous "once over" look, so you just nodded. "Alright... Let's go..." You said then and so you two entered the hospital and after asking for the room number Sehun was held at made your way towards the second floor. Lay was holding your hand all the time. "Y/N... You're shaking..." He said with frown on his handsome features, as he gave your hand small squeeze. "Sorry..." You said quietly, looking down and felt Lay stopping. "Come here." He said and pulled you against his chest, warping his arms around you. You simply just remained silent and buried your face to his chest. "It's alright, little rose... I got you." He whispers, placing tender kiss on your head, hugging you for a while. He knew you needed power hug, so that's exactly what he was giving to you.

After you calmed down, you pulled a bit back to look at Lay. "Any better now?" He asks, lifting his hand to rest it on your cheek. After taking deep breath you gave him a nod. Then you proceeded to the room where Sehun was held. As you opened the door nurse greeted you. "He's over here." She said and showed you way to Sehun. When you saw him laying on the hospital bed, you felt like your entire world has crushed. Hesitating to go closer you felt Lay's hand on your shoulder and he gave you a nod.  

"Go... I'll wait here." He says, making you feel even more nervous, you wanted him to come along. "But Yixing, I..." You started nervously, but he cut you off, by placing hand on your cheek, looking into your eyes. "I'll not be far, okay?" He says then, moving strand of your hair away from your eyes. "Now, go... He needs you." Lay continued softly and swallowing you turned your face towards the male on the hospital bed, feeling your chest aching. Was it my doing? Am I  the reason for this? You felt a bit guilty for no reason, as you slowly made your way towards his bed.

"Hey..." You quietly said, trying to smile a little even it was painful thing to do, when you saw him there, as you took a seat from the chair on his bedside. There was few bruises on his face, and few scars. Was he in a fight? With who, and why? Whatever the fight was about it must have been very dangerous, since he ended up into hospital because of it. Sehun carefully sat up, looking over to you. "Thank you for coming, Y/N..." He said quietly as he offered you genuine smile, even he was in pain. But seeing you made him forget about it. Trying to smile through the sadness you shook your head. "No need to thank me... How are you doing?" You asked softly, letting your eyes fall on his chocolate brown ones, feeling your heart sink a bit. He still had that effect on you. Trying to stay strong for him you bit your lip, even your emotions were kinda all over the place right about now.

Lay was sitting on the chair nearby the door, keeping his eyes on you all the time, in case it would start to seem like, that you couldn't manage. He knew how hard this was to you, so he was obviously worried. Sehun couldn't take his eyes off you. He wanted to say just how happy he was about seeing you after such an heartbreaking day, that you had. The same feeling he always felt towards you, was still there. The same warmth, the same thrill. He wanted to kiss you, so he could taste you once again, but hew knew it was forbidden, but he couldn't help himself. "I'm feeling much better now, that you are here. I thought I'd never see you again." He said as he reached out for your hand. His words made your heart jump, and as he reached for your hand, you hesitated a moment. Frown was visible upon Sehun's handsome face, as he saw your reaction.  

"What's wrong, Y/N?" He asked, keeping his eyes on yours, not making you feel any better. It's over for us... Why am I still so nervous? Sure holding his hand isn't that bad, right? You thought to yourself, as you bit your lip, averting his gaze. "N-nothing... It's just..." You started, but went quiet, because you just couldn't  come up with any reasonable excuse, why were you so hesitant. You hated yourself more than anything, but you feared what would happen, if you'd take his hand. You feared, that it'd cause your feelings, that you've kept to yourself burst out, and there'd be yet another scandal for Sehun's name, you didn't want that. You wanted to protect his career and him from the misery, that would follow.  

"What, Y/N? What is it? Do you still hate me?" He asked, his eyes not leaving you, until you met his gaze. That was the moment, that you swore, that made your heart just stop for a moment. That misery and pain in his eyes. Why? Why did you feel this way? Why was it effecting you so much? Swallowing you tried to come with good excuse your lips parted, but no words came out. You were trapped. That was moment Lay knew he needed to move. Getting up from chair he walked to you and warped his arms around your shoulders, giving you 'You can do it, little rose. I'm right here'-kind of look. Turning to look over to your bestfriend, you let out deep sigh and tried to collect yourself. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but you were afraid. He knew what you were trying to say, he knew what you felt towards Sehun. You told him about it. Closing your eyes for a second you took deep breath. You knew, that you couldn't hide it any longer.  

"Tell me, ja-... Y/N what is it, that you're trying to say." Sehun spoke, feeling the air suddenly getting heavier inside the room. "Patience, Sehun... Let her take her time." Lay then said politely, because he knew rushing in this kind of situation would lead to nowhere. Giving his elder a nod Sehun leans back down, closing his eyes as the pain rushed through his body. You tried to think how you should say it, but it seemed like your head was empty. You didn't know how to say it without sounding hesitant. "I really don't know how to say this discreetly, so I'm gonna be honest here..." You started, opening your eyes, and moved them over to Sehun, that lifted his head a bit. Biting your lip you tried to hold yourself back from bursting into tears. Lay rubbed your arms soothingly, assuring you that it was alright and that he was right there beside you.

"Remember the day, when you broke up with me? It was unbearable to me... It felt like someone would have dug knife deep into my heart and twisted it. It was so painful, that I thought I'd die right there... But there was still little voice in back of my head saying: 'There's still hope'... First I thought it was nonsense, that I was too blinded by the sorrow, that I didn't think clearly, and I'm sure that indeed was the case, but still... The voice sounded like yours, as crazy as it sounds... Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but at that moment I realized one thing..." You spoke quietly, your voice dying in the end as you felt the tears burning in your eyes.  

It was the moment, that you knew that despite all the pain and sorrow you felt that day, you still were madly in love with him, but you knew it would never work out again, his agency made it very clear. But you still couldn't stop yourself from loving him and hoping to get him back. Sehun has sat up and his eyes were locked into you, but he didn't say a word. Lay kept rubbing your arms. "It's alright... You can do it..." He whispered to your ear and kissed your temple gently. After taking couple of deep breaths you were facing Sehun again, this time allowing the tears fall down your cheeks. "... I was still madly in love with you... T-there... I said it... I'm still in love with you, Sehun-ah..." You said then, but that was were your powers ran out and you bursted into tears. Instantly Lay warped his arms around you, and rubbed your back soothingly. 

"You did well..." He whispers, placing a soft kiss on your head, as you buried your face into his chest. Sehun were processing all you said and he found himself feeling little shocked. He didn't expect you to still love him, even he was the one that left you, well not willingly. He feared that you'd let him know just how much you despised him for what he did, but this was the complete opposite. Laying his head to pillow he felt his eyes tearing up. He thought he was the only one still being in love. He felt a bit confused, but also relieved at the same time. Turning to look over to you in Lay's arms, he knew you needed time to calm down, and he'd allow you to take all the time you need with it. But he also wanted to do his part in the case, but it could wait for now. After some time passed and he was 100% certain, that you have calmed down Sehun decided to make his move.

"Lay-hyung... Could you step outside for a moment?" Sehun then asked politely, looking over to older male, that seemed to be a bit hesitant, as he looked over to you, wanting to hear your opinion. You turned looking to your bestfriend, and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "It's alright, Yixing. I'll be ok." You said, offering him assuring smile. Lay then gave you a nod and went outside the door for a moment. Once he was out Sehun stood up from the hospital bed, even you tried to stop him. "S-Sehun-ah... You really shouldn..." Your sentence was cut off as you saw him kneeling down in front of you. You got flustered and confused about what was gonna happen, so you just stood there quietly and stared at him. "Since you already told me how you feel, I thought I should do my part also..." He says as he turns to look up to you. You didn't know at all what was going to happen, but you waited quietly.

"The day when I broke up with you... It wasn't voluntarily done... My agency forced me to end it... It was the most hardest and miserable day in my entire life, which there have been many... I felt so much pain, that I thought this was my end... This is where I die and go to Hell... And knowing, that you probably hated me the most in the world at that day, I still had pledged my life and love to you, I knew I'd never find anyone like you again... So, I was afraid to contact you, because I thought you'd hate me forever... And there was this one thing, that I always wanted to do and didn't get to do... So, now that I know, that you're feeling the same..." He says as he reaches for your hands, and locks his eyes with yours. It was the time. He knew it was the right time. Feeling your cheeks flush up, you looked deep into his eyes, feeling your heart beating rapidly against your chest. His hands felt as soft and delicate as they used to. What was going on? What was he trying to say?

"Y/N Y/S... Will you marry me?" He then asked, keeping his eyes locked with yours. That moment felt like time around you two would have stopped. Your heart was about to explode and you felt tears burning in your already sore eyes, and your cheeks were bright red as the rose. You were so messed up, that you thought you were dreaming, but feeling Sehun's fingers intertwining with yours made sure, that it was real and this was really happening. After collecting yourself you gave him a nod. "Of course... Of course I will marry you, Sehun-ah!" You said then as tears fell down your cheeks. Sehun's eyes turned teary too and he stood up, pulling you into his embrace, placing multiple kisses on your head, as you buried your face into his chest.  

"I don't have the rings with me now, but when I get off this place, I'll make sure I won't sleep until the golden ring is shining in your finger and everyone will know, that I, Oh Sehun am married to most amazing woman in the world. And no one... Not even my agency will take you away from me again. I love you, Y/N-ah..." He says with confident smirk on his lips, as he lifts your chin, locking his eyes with yours once again, but he won't kiss you, until he hears same words from your lips. Smiling through the tears of joy you met his eyes. "I love you too, Sehun... So much!" You said and he pulled you into deep and loving kiss, his arms resting around your waist as he closed his eyes, smiling against the lips of the woman, that he lost and got back. All the pain and sorrow was washed away in the moment, where your lips met. All the pain and sorrow you two went through was just a end of old chapter in your lives, and today started new and better chapter in your lifetime.

Once you were done embracing each other, your visit time was over, but Sehun still had to stay in the hospital for couple more days, but you promised to visit him everyday. You knew your boss was unpleased with you skipping a day, but for your defense... You have worked overtime for many hours. After telling the good news to your bestfriend Lay, he took you to cafe to get your mind off all the negativity of the day, and to celebrate your happiness.  

THE END

[thatmultifandomhoe]

Strawberry Cream and BBQ - 23

Pairing: Hybrid Hoseok and Human Reader

Overview: Your best friend knows she can count on you for anything, so when she asks you to watch her hybrid while she’s gone for a study abroad trip for four months, you can’t say no. But when these four months are over, things have changed in a way no one expected.

Word Count: 9,626

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Future smut, Angst, Best friends to Lovers

Warning: Angst, implied smut, and then a shit ton more angst, an itty bitty moment of fluff, and angst again!

Master List

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It had been radio silence since you and Hoseok last heard from Sue. Despite not wanting to assume anything, you were hoping that it was taking longer on her end because the professor was trying to convince her to stay for the remaining two months. If that was the case, you decided that Professor needed a pay raise.

The pamphlet and the paperwork that Hoseok had brought home with him was sitting on top of your laptop, which was on your desk in the bedroom, waiting to be signed. Your mind was in a constant tug of war between being rational, and acting on impulse. You wanted to sign the paperwork for The Mate Act. Hell, you wanted to write your name in a flourish on the dotted line wherever it was required, but like the rational side kept reminding you, that if it was left unsigned until Sue agreed, it would show that you wanted – and waited – for her to physically be here to give her opinion.

Which is why, at six in the morning, you were sitting on the counter in the kitchen with a mug of coffee. It wasn’t the desired place you wanted to be, but for a few moments, you just wanted to get away. You didn’t want to see the paperwork begging for you to sign as it sat on your desk and you didn’t want to think of the worst-case scenario playing out in your mind either.

Sighing, your thumb traced the rim of the mug. Did every hybrid-human relationship have to go through this? Was it always this difficult and nerve wracking? “God, why is this so complicated?” You muttered, raising the mug to your lips, the bitter coffee easily going down and waking you up a little more. “Katie and Namjoon didn’t have it this hard.”

Even though you were a little jealous over Katie and Namjoon���s relationship, guilt washed over you faster than your coffee was waking you up. They hadn’t had it easy; you knew that. The amount of trust and trials that Katie and Namjoon jumped through to get where they are today were enough to send your mind spinning once again. It wasn’t a fair comparison.

You were just…tired. Life seemed to be pushing you thinner than you usually pushed yourself. It was like it was trying to see if you were going to break and throw in the towel, or keep on fighting like Hoseok.

Hoseok.

Automatically you looked towards your bedroom, spotting the empty side of your bed from this angle. A single arm was stretched out, the body it belonged to still passed out. It was too early for him to want to wake up.

“I’m going to fight for us Strawberry,”

His words snuck into your thoughts, but you welcomed them like cold water dousing a flame. It was funny – at least as a thought – that not only was Hoseok able to make you feel like you were personally getting kissed by the sun, but he was able to relax you like a running stream when need be. He eased the racing thoughts that never seemed to settle down, and he encouraged you when it felt like you weren’t able to continue on.

He was the only one you wanted to spend your life with, and you hoped that when Sue came home, she would see that too.

With that in mind, you carefully set the mug on the counter and with quiet steps, headed back to the bedroom. He didn’t wake up as you entered the room, nor when you lifted his arm to get back under the blankets. It was once you were settled down that his hand slipped under your shirt – his shirt technically – and squeezed your side. Like you expected, it was like your mind was finally slowing down.

“What’s wrong Strawberry?” He murmured, not opening his eyes.

You shook your head in thought, reaching up to brush the bangs out of his face. “Can’t sleep.”

He pouted as he cracked his eyes open. First, he looked at you, then the clock you kept on the nightstand on your side. “Baby, it’s six in the morning, on a Saturday.”

“I know, I know.”

Groaning, he shifted so his elbow was on the pillow, propping his chin up on his palm as he looked down at you. There wasn’t anything you could say – that you wanted to say at least – and it showed. Unknown to you, but the light in your eyes wasn’t bright like it tended to be. Instead, a sadness appeared to permanently dull them. He knew what caused that to happen, and he wished that he could kiss you to make it disappear. Sadly, life didn’t seem to work like that.

“Well,” he finally spoke, clearing his throat. “It’s too early to go to Jin’s for coffee, and it’s not warm enough to go for a walk this early,” As he thought, he drummed his fingers against your skin, his long fingers stopping their actions to affectionately rub your side before tapping once again.

While he thought, you scooted closer, your body curling to the shape of his body as you slid your leg against his calf. When he first came over to spend the nights, he always used to wear pajama pants and an old t-shirt that he owned. According to him, he never wanted to make things awkward. The very first time that he spent the night, it had been during the summer so you were only wearing a bralette and booty shorts. It was that outfit that you had worn when you left your room to go make your morning coffee, only to be surprised when you saw Hoseok in the kitchen beating you to the punch. That was the only time you had heard him stutter in front of you.

Things have obviously changed since then. With the blankets covering both your bodies, it hid the fact that he was only wearing a pair of boxers while you wore only a pair of panties and his oversized shirt.

When you shifted, his hand followed the movements of your body, gliding down your side and hip until it curved over your ass. His voice halted immediately, glancing at your face and then the new placement of his hand. “Strawberry,” he teased, sliding his fingers to your thigh to squeeze and rub. “Why didn’t you just say you were horny?”

Even though he hadn’t stuttered or blushed red since that one time, you were not able to say that about yourself. Your cheeks were already warm to the touch. “What? I’m not, I swear I’m not horny.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, increasing the pace of his fingers while bringing them further to the inside of your thigh. Your smooth legs were already quivering at his touch, and as much as you’ll deny it, he heard you softly gasp.

“You know,” he lowered his voice, raising an eyebrow as he smirked. “They say that the best way to fall asleep, is after having an orgasm.”

You pressed your lips together as you stared up at him, noticing how his brown eyes had darkened to almost black with lust and mischief. You hadn’t been lying, but as his fingers worked their way up and his movements were slowed down, becoming more sensual, your thoughts drifted to memories of how he had treated you during his heat, always putting your pleasure first when he could.

It was enough to make your thighs twitch and try to squeeze them together, but his hand was caught in the middle. Closing his eyes, Hoseok inhaled deeply, groaning when the smell of your arousal hit him at full force. “Oh Strawberry.”

Leaning down, he captured your lips, passionately kissing you until all that you were able to think about was Hoseok. Even with only one arm, he managed to roll you onto your back without breaking the kiss, which grew needier with each passing second. It wasn’t until he suddenly pulled back that you realized that you needed air too.

He chuckled at that, but without wasting time, he lifted the shirt until it was just under your breasts, kissing and nibbling over your stomach all the way down to your panties, leaving love bites in his wake. “Don’t worry baby,” Hoseok promised you, grinning as he sat between your legs, the blankets falling to his hips. The boxers he wore did nothing to hide the tent he already had. “I’m absolutely, starving.”

Six hours later, Sue was waiting in the elevator as she rode up to your floor. It had taken a lot of convincing, and a combination of real and fake tears on her part to convince the professor in charge of the study abroad program in Hong Kong to allow her go home early. They technically couldn’t stop her from leaving, it was a matter of all the paperwork that had to be filled out, and an explanation for her wanting to leave. During this process, her professors and classmates encouraged her stay, that this was an opportunity of a lifetime that she was walking out on, but she was done.

Thankfully, by saying that her hybrid was extremely sick and she was required to be there, she was able to leave Hong Kong on the fourth of April. The friends that she had made had given her hugs at the airport and wished her a safe flight back home, along with asking her to send them updates of Hoseok as soon as she was able to.

She had smiled and nodded, working the tears to make it even more real. It was only when she was in her seat on the flight that the tears vanished, and she went back to chewing on the inside of her cheek.

If only they knew the real reason for why she left.

Breaking up with Colin had been nothing compared to what Beth sent her a few weeks earlier. In fact, Sue was once looking at the picture and rereading the texts as she waited.

I didn’t know that Hoseok was mated to your friend that’s watching him.

In the same thread, Beth had sent two pictures. The first one was obviously of you, skillfully taken while you had been talking to Beth’s mother, a sweet smile on your face and blind to the idea that your picture was being taken. The second one was when you appeared to be leaving the laundry room, but this time, the right side of your body was facing Beth, allowing her to capture the picture of the freshly made bite mark on the right side of your neck.

Neither did I.

It was all that Sue had sent back after staring at the two pictures in disbelief. Beth had added on that you admitted that Hoseok was the one who inflicted the mark to her mother, even saying, Hoseok was the sweetest man you could ever meet.

The elevator finally dinged, surprising Sue as it tugged her out of her thoughts. Thankfully, she was the only one inside so there was no one to notice her mishap. When the doors shut behind her, she hesitated. She could count all the times that she walked down this hallway to your apartment on one hand. It wasn’t that she disliked coming over to your place, but that you insisted she had more room at her place for the two of you – three when she adopted Hoseok – to hang out at. Which was true, Sue lived in a fairly large house while you lived in a small apartment. It only made sense.

But now she wondered; what if she had insisted that they hung out here more often? Would she have caught you and Hoseok sending each other love sick looks behind her back? She always thought the amount of times that Hoseok went to visit you was simply because the two of you were friends, best friends even. Now she could only imagine what was really happening behind that door.

The very same door, that she had a key too.

She was digging through her purse as she marched her way to your apartment, searching for the key that would unlock the door. When you first moved in, the area around the apartment building hadn’t been the greatest, it still wasn’t in Sue’s opinion, so you had given her and Hoseok a copy of the key in the case of an emergency. Never once had she used hers, until now.

His key must be worn out by now, Sue thought, locating the silver key and pushing it in. In one attempt, she was in the quiet apartment. With a glance around the room, she carefully shut the door. It was noon and usually, you were up by nine to be at work for ten at the bookstore on the weekend. On your days off where you didn’t have school or work – a rarity the last she knew – you liked to sleep in and bum around the house. But with Hoseok staying here, he would have been up by now. He wasn’t one to waste the day away.

Despite only being here a few times, she remembered the layout of the apartment. The first door on the left was the guest bedroom, then the second was the bathroom while your bedroom was the door on the right.

It’s not that Sue didn’t want to be there for you, if she was being honest, Hoseok was always eager to jump at the chance of hanging out with you. He did invite her to go with him multiple times, but after a while, he just stopped asking. He said that having both of you there would be comforting to you, Sue however didn’t see the point. It was only a breakup, why did you need two people when one was fine? She had her other ways of being there, she always made sure to call and see how you were doing and offer any dating advice.

Walking further into the apartment, Sue peaked into the guest bedroom, a part of her hoping to find Hoseok there or at least his belongings that he had packed with him. When she stuck her head in though, there was nothing. The blankets were perfectly folded without a wrinkle and the furniture appeared to be recently cleaned.

The reality of Beth’s text felt like it was dragging her shoulders down to the ground.

She always knew that one day, Hoseok would find his mate. But she never expected for it to be so soon, or with you. There was the obvious factor, you were not a hybrid, and because it felt like she was getting stabbed in the back.

After the death of her parents three years ago, she had gotten Hoseok to not only fill up the empty space in the house – keeping it from being deathly quiet – but because she needed a companion. She needed someone that wouldn’t leave her. Someone who needed her. Of course, you were her best friend, you weren’t ever leaving her, but at the end of the day you went home to your cramped apartment, and she was once again alone in the house that was silent, surrounding her with never ending screaming.

When Beth sent the text and the pictures, it felt like you were trying to take Hoseok away from her. And with Colin gone, she was heading back to the life she tried to avoid.

The door to your bedroom was half open. Taking in a deep breath, Sue gently placed her hand on the wood and carefully pushed it completely open, her fingers sliding down to the cold doorknob. At first, all she could see was you. You were sleeping on the left side of the bed, her right. The blankets were tugged all the way up to your chin. Over the blanket however, was a tan arm that crossed over your chest that did not belong to you.

Following the arm that went underneath your head, Sue’s grip tightened around the doorknob as she finally saw Hoseok. He was pressed up against you, his chin resting on top of your head as he peacefully slept, unaware that someone else was in the room. On his side, the blanket was lower on him, only reaching the middle of his naked torso.

With narrowed eyes she walked further into the room, noticing the clothes that were strewn on the bedroom floor. If it weren’t for Hoseok having sensitive hearing, she would have gladly slammed the doors to wake you up. For some reason, she wasn’t ready for the two of you to know she was here. It felt like something was missing from this almost picture-perfect moment.

Besides the clothing on the floor, a combination of yours and Hoseok’s she learned after spotting his boxers over your panties, your room was spotless. Organized with every item put in its place. A sudden itch on her shoulder caused to her arm to suddenly jerk, resulting in the sleeve of her denim jacket to knock a paper off your desk with a soft thump. Her heart raced at the sound, not realizing she was so close to your desk.

Crouching down she gathered up the papers, one being a packet itself and the other, a green pamphlet. It was probably a research paper that you were editing or had received back, but she flipped over the pamphlet, curious as to what it was. The line between being a friend and someone who overstepped their boundaries, were broken the second she entered your apartment while you slept, so looking at this was nothing.

Still crouched, Sue’s mouth dropped open as she read the information underneath the bold heading, zeroing in on The Mate Act. Her eyes were burning as she shakily stood, and turned over the packet that she had thought was simply a paper from one of your classes. Instead, at the top of the first page, it stated that it was The Mate Act and with careful scanning, she made the connection that it was the paperwork mentioned in the pamphlet. The one that according to the information, would release her of her ownership on Hoseok, and allow him to live with you.

Her mind raced, jaw clenching as the papers crinkled in her grip. There was no doubting Beth anymore, she had told Sue the truth. The only thing missing was…

“Sue?”

Sue froze at the sound of the soft, but confused, voice. The soft voice that had comforted her for years, who had hurried to the hospital right after she called to tell that there had been a terrible accident involving her parents. The same voice that belonged to someone she once called her best friend.

Turning around, Sue glared at you, not caring that your eyes were watering up as you repeatedly open and closed your mouth. Obviously searching for some sort of explanation. But what was there to explain, when she could see what you have done?

“Sue please.”

The tears were falling down your face as you hurried to sit up in the bed while holding the blankets to keep your body covered. The sudden movements immediately woke Hoseok up. Your distress sent him into worry, thinking that you were hurt. His arms were already wrapping you in a hug when he stopped, Sue’s scent finally hitting him.

Hoseok closed his eyes for a moment, feeling Sue’s anger pulsating around her. When he finally looked back up, he met Sue’s gaze with regretful, but determined eyes. This wasn’t how he wanted to tell her – this wasn’t even a possibility that he had considered – but he wasn’t backing down.

“When…when did you even get back in the states? How did you get in my apartment?” You asked, trying to make sense of everything that was happening. Sue was back. She was standing in your bedroom and saw you in bed with Hoseok.

Sue simply switched the paperwork into one hand, holding up her keys for you to see. “You gave me a key.” Her voice was wiped free of emotion as she spoke to you. Then she turned to Hoseok, her eyes narrowing at the way he was holding you, already more in tune with your emotions. “Does she have the mark?”

Licking his lips, Hoseok glanced at your neck and then you, watching as every emotion flashed in your eyes. He felt every one as you did, not because you were his mate, because he was just as conflicted as you. Did he answer honestly? Or try and salvage any remaining bits of friendship with Sue?

He was tired of hiding it. “Yes,” he softly answered, looking at his owner once more. “She has my mate mark.” Without caring about the consequences, he reached up and gently moved your hair behind your shoulder, revealing the healed mate mark on your neck.

The bedroom was deathly silent.

With you in his arms and Sue standing by the door, it felt like a crack erupted on the floor dividing the owner and the mates from each other. Her eyes were locked on the mark, a twinge of envy coming to life in her heart as anger coursed through her veins. In Sue’s eyes, the mark, while highly respected and sealed the bond between two mates, was the last act of betrayal that you could commit.

Meeting Sue’s gaze, Hoseok rewrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. It only took that one look to know that this wasn’t going to end well.

“Pack your belongings,” Sue spat out, turning her gaze on you. On the very person she trusted way back in January. “We’re leaving.”

It took a few moments, but once the words connected with their meanings, you were shaking your head as you cried. “Please Sue, if you let us explain-”

“Explain?” Her rage had originally been focused on Hoseok, but now you were her new target. “How the hell were you going to explain this?! That the minute I left you’ve been fucking my hybrid? Or how the two of you have been going behind my back for god knows how long and were just waiting for me to leave, so that you could finish the deed? Please, enlighten me with your excuse.”

You held the blankets tighter against your chest, heart breaking as Sue accused you and Hoseok’s growls filled the room. His arms disappeared around you and as soon as he did that, it felt cold. Like the sun had gone out. She was your best friend and she was treating you like you’ve committed murder.

Reaching for his boxers, Hoseok quickly tugged them on and stood, making his way between the bed and Sue while blocking you from her view. “Knock it off Sue!” He growled, instincts demanding that he’d protect his mate at all costs. “You know that we don’t chose our mates, so stop blaming Strawberry for all this. If you’re gonna blame anyone, blame me. I’m the hybrid here, not her.”

“Exactly, you’re a hybrid!”

The room was deadly silent as Hoseok stepped backwards, the back of his legs hitting the bed as his tail and ears lowered. Never in the last three years did Sue make him feel like he was less of a person because he was a hybrid. Not once did she throw it in his face and use her power of ownership against him.

Despite the situation, while still holding the blankets up to keep yourself covered, you scooted to the edge of the bed and slipped your hand into Hoseok’s. You knew how much it hurt him to hear Sue say that. All you could think about was comforting him.

“Please Sue,” you tried again, this time meeting her gaze. She had to understand. “Please, we didn’t know. We only found out a month or two ago. We’ve been waiting until you came back to…”

But your explanation fell on deaf ears, the movement to comfort Hoseok caught her attention, and how his fingers tightened around yours. The gesture, while the intent was innocent, fueled the coals of Sue’s rage and she saw red. With a glance at the nightstand on the side that Hoseok had been sleeping on, she spotted his familiar wallet. He had the habit of putting his wallet along with his keys and phone on the nightstand before going to bed each night at home. It only made sense that he continued the habit here.

Nobody stopped her as she hurried over, grabbing his wallet as her hand trembled to pull out a thick cream paper from inside. In seconds she was standing in front of him again, holding it up unfolded in front of him. It wasn’t just a random paper, but the official document that Hoseok carried in his wallet stating that Sue adopted him. “Did you forget? I’m your owner Hoseok, you have to do what I say.” Overcome with anger, she forcibly shoved the document and wallet in his free hand, making him stumble in shock.

Your eyes widened as her words hit you, the grip you had on Hoseok slacking for a brief moment before clutching his hand, panic filling all your senses. “Sue, you can’t do this. Please, listen to us.”

Sue was having none of that however. “How could you?!” She cried, turning on you again. The root of her problem. The paperwork for the Mate Act and the pamphlet were still in her hands, crumpled as she threw them on the floor, hitting the ground with a loud whack as they narrowly missed your feet. “You were my friend and I trusted you! You could have any guy, hell, any hybrid, and you picked Hoseok! He’s my hybrid, not yours.”

Her chest was heaving as she stared at the two people she once called her friends, now standing before her like strangers. When she left to go to Hong Kong, Hoseok had hugged her so tightly in an attempt to get her to stay. Now, he couldn’t seem to get away fast enough. A flip switched in her mind and she angrily wiped away the few tears that had fallen. If that was the case, then fine. “You have until tonight to get your shit packed up and I’ll be back to get you. Then we’re going home.”

Not seeing any more of a reason to stay, Sue hurried out of the apartment, slamming the front door in her wake. In that moment, as the echo of the door replayed in your mind, was when everyone’s worst fears came to life.

The back of your eyes burned as you stared at the paperwork on the ground, the bold letters of the Mate Act mocking you from the floor with bent and crumpled pages. On a scale, Sue was right. She had trusted you to take care of Hoseok while she was gone, but Sue forgot one important thing. He was perfectly fine with taking care of himself. He was a grown man capable of making his own decisions, had his own job, and he was allowed to love whomever he wanted.

It’s not my fault, you thought to yourself, hand slipping out of Hoseok’s as you gripped the blankets with both hands. I know it’s not my fault. But your bottom lip trembled anyway, because despite knowing that, it felt like it was anyway. That it was your fault that your best friend was hurting so much.

Hoseok blinked when he no longer felt your hand in his, raising his head to turn and look at you. When he finally saw you, the instinct to protect you once more hit him with full force, along with guilt. You were still holding the blankets up to remain covered. You had been completely vulnerable, the blissful remains of this morning shattered, as you sat there taking everything that Sue had screamed about.

Looking around, he located the shirt you had slept in and knelt in front of you. The tears were streaming down your cheeks as he gently slipped the shirt on over your head, carefully slipping your arms in one by one through the arm holes, doing the same for your panties until you were finally covered. “Shh baby,” He murmured, crawling on the bed behind you and pulling you into his lap. The second that he touched you, you were leaning into him. “I’m so sorry Strawberry, I’m so sorry.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling his arms hug you tightly as he kissed the top of your head. He held you so that you were cradled in his lap, tangling his fingers in your hair to keep your face against him. That way you didn’t see his eyes watering up as his face became splotchy. He didn’t want you to see that.

Sadness permeated the room as he tried, and failed, to keep his tears back where they belonged, as he attempted to say something. He should promise you that everything was going to be okay and that Sue was going to change her attitude on this, but he didn’t. All he wanted to do was hold you close and kiss you wherever he could. He wanted to smell your sweet strawberry cream scent until it overpowered him, and then even more.

Because he couldn’t guarantee anything anymore.

When Sue arrived at home, she sat in her car. The radio was playing a mindless pop song that she had once loved to listen to, but it meant nothing to her right then and there. Right now, it was a stupid song that didn’t make her want to dance along to anymore.

Her luggage was still sitting in the trunk and the back seat, her purse and a duffle bag in the passenger seat next to her. It didn’t seem like she had packed so much when she left. In fact, she only recalled carrying her purse and the duffle bag when they went to the airport. As she shifted in the front seat to lean her head against the window, she suddenly remembered that it hadn’t been just her who went to the airport that day. It had been Colin, Hoseok, and you, who had gone with her and helped carry all her luggage.

Sighing, she wet her lips with a glance at the backseat. There was so much to carry in. “Jesus,” she muttered, pulling her keys out of the ignition while opening her door at the same time. Sitting and whining about it wasn’t going to get it done. If she didn’t do it now, then she’d have to do it later, and she had a feeling that Hoseok wasn’t going to willingly help her move it either.

It took not one, not two, but four trips of dragging a suitcase in each hand and dropping them off in the front hallway to bring everything all in. Once it was done, she left it there without a second look, instead, heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water. After all that shouting her throat was sore.

She only took a few steps before suddenly stopping. With a look down, she lifted her foot to inspect her shoes. A pair of jade heels that she loved, were clacking on the tile floor. They were stilettoes so she expected that, but what she hadn’t expected, was for them to be so loud. Sue placed her fingertips against the base of her throat, swallowing as she continued into the kitchen, her heels once again echoing in the quiet house.

With that silence, it forced her to think.

Studying abroad had opened her eyes to a whole new language, new food, and to new friends. It felt like she was living a whole new life and having so much fun that, her texts had slowed down between her friends, and with Colin.

God, Colin.

There hadn’t been a single thing that ticked her off that Colin hadn’t been loyal. He had always been attentive, loving, and so kind to her. He played the perfect boyfriend card to the most beautiful melody, and she had been the fool to keep playing it on repeat for over three years.

Her trip had been perfect, until she received that text from Katie with the picture. Sue didn’t know who the other woman that Colin was kissing was, but it had soured her mood for a week afterwards. In that time, she cried and screamed at Colin over the phone, sometimes doing both at the same time. The friends she made comforted her with movies and some well needed girl nights of face masks and ice cream. There was so much junk food.

Heart broken in a foreign country however, didn’t last long.

With the mindset that she would never see anyone again, she stayed out late, and when her friends invited her to parties or outings to clubs, she accepted. Short outfits that revealed skin, and men that smiled sweetly and danced with her just right, helped ease the hurt of being cheated on. Sometimes she drank, but more often than not she was sober when everything happened, meaning that as she stood in her kitchen, she remembered it all.

She remembered every deed, and ever man that she kissed and had sex with from that week after the break up to last night. After a couple hours of sleep, she had gotten dressed and packed her belongings while he slept naked under the sheets, unaware that she was planning on getting on a plane to never return.

It was easy to forget about the life she had while over in Hong Kong. For once, it was like a new start where no one knew who she was. Which is why she had kept any contact with you and Hoseok short, because it reminded her that eventually, it was all going to end. The fun wasn’t going to happen anymore and there wasn’t going to be a new face to meet. Coming back home meant the possibility of running into Colin, of the sympathetic faces her friends would greet her with.

Walking away from the sink, she took a sip of the water, softly sighing as it cooled her throat. It had been annoying when you or Hoseok didn’t respond to her texts right away, especially when she first found out about Colin’s cheating, but now that she knew the truth, it made sense. ��Just like Colin, you had been too busy shoving your tongue down someone’s throat to care. In this case, you did it to someone she cared about, making it worst. At least Colin had to decency to pick a stranger.

“And she has his mate mark,” Sue bitterly muttered, making her way to the living room where the rug silenced her heels. “Which means, they’re basically, fucking, married.”

She shook her head as she settled on the couch, leaning forward to slip her heels off. Her feet instantly felt better as she slid them against the soft carpet before curling up on the couch. The TV remote was on the coffee table, but she took the moment to relax in her own home first. There were six hours until she had to go and get Hoseok, and as she turned the TV on to fill the silence, her eyes began to close after a few minutes, shortly falling asleep without any qualms of what she did.

Hoseok sighed as he walked back into the bedroom. His toiletries bag was packed and ready to be put into his duffle bag, but he placed it on the bed instead, prolonging having to pack until he absolutely had to.

It was only then that he realized that he had nothing else to gather up on the bed. The only bag that was all set to go was his dance bag, and he always had that ready. All of his clothes and little trinkets that he had brought were already laid out, waiting to be folded and packed away.

“Hoseok,” you softly whispered, knocking against the door frame. You watched as his back tensed up, but he didn’t turn around.

“Yeah baby?”

“I just got off the phone with the attorney,” you answered, holding the landline in both hands. “They suggest giving it a few days to see if she calms down and changes her mind. But if she doesn’t, they’re willing to take our case and help us.”

He didn’t speak, instead he nodded as he walked around the bed to where he had his clothes laid out and started folding them. You watched him as he robotically moved around, purposely taking time to smooth out the wrinkles and make sure that the fabric folded evenly. It wasn’t like him to be so quiet, he usually at least cracked a smile or teased you for staring, but there was nothing from him. Ever since this afternoon, he had been without a smile all day.

You stepped into the room and shifted his toiletry bag so there was room to sit on the edge of the bed. “You know, the woman said this happens more often than you’d think,” you offered, hoping it would somehow engage him. The afternoon had been filled with tears and then silence that it was driving you insane. All you wanted was to hear his voice. You didn’t care what the conversation was about, it could be about the Dance Studio or how the bee population was very slowly starting to come back, you just wanted to hear him. “She said that in our case, the owner eventually gives up ownership to the mate.”

Hoseok pressed his lips together, glancing at you for a second when you sat down. It was obvious what you were trying to do, and while he appreciated the effort, it wasn’t helping. Spending the last couple hours with you on your laptop, searching for lawyers that lived in the area and were reliable wasn’t what he wanted to do today.

The nice weather had been holding out for the last couple days and he had wanted to surprise you with a trip to the beach. It was too cold to actually go swimming, although he wouldn’t have been surprised if you somehow stumbled into the water or pushed him in. In his mind, he had planned on gathering shells with you, writing your names in the sand surrounded by a heart, and having lunch and dinner at restaurants.

To end the night, he was going to make a small campfire to roast ‘smores, and then bring hold your hand as you did the classic walk on the shoreline with a breeze blowing by. By then it would be too late to go home, so he was planning on renting a motel for the night and when you actually returned home, the smell of the ocean would be clinging to your clothes and hair despite the multiple showers. It’d be like a mini vacation.

Sue’s sudden return killed that idea.

Why the hell she had to enter your apartment was mind blowing to him. In what universe did sneaking around in your home – in your fucking bedroom specifically – make sense? Then for her to scream at you while you only had the blankets to cover you after such an intimate morning. You had to suffer through that will being so physically vulnerable. He wouldn’t blame you if whenever you thought about this day, you’d be hurt and embarrassed.

To be truthful, he was broken into thirds about the whole situation. A part of him wanted to scream and throw something at the wall, another part wanted to let his hybrid instincts take control and protect you like his blood sang for him to do, and finally, the remaining third wanted to hold you. To kiss you, cuddle, and make love with you until Sue was pounding on the front door demanding that he had to leave. Hell, he wanted to scent you even though you had the mate mark now. His scent was already forever intertwined with yours and still, he wanted to make sure that every hybrid would know that your heart and soul was meant for him.

He was so conflicted, that he was doing the opposite of what he wanted, and was pushing you away in fear that he’d break down and start crying again.

You stared at the shirt Hoseok was folding, watching as he moved the left sleeve across the body of the shirt and then again with the right. Once that was done, he folded the shirt in thirds before finally folding the top of it to the bottom so the top was right side up. With a small smile, it reminded you of how Hot Topic would always fold their shirts. Before he could move onto the next one, you placed your hand over his, effectively stopping him. Even with his emotions and thoughts feeling scattered, your touch managed to slow everything down to a more comfortable pace.

“We’re going to figure this out,” you promised, watching as he turned his palm up to lace his fingers with yours. “No matter how long it takes. And if we have to get the lawyer involve then we will, if not, then obviously that’s a lot better. This…this won’t be forever Hoseok.”

Hoseok finally lifted his head, weakly smiling when you made eye contact with him. This was certainly a completely different reaction from earlier. He could see the struggle in your eyes though, between the urge to do nothing but cry, or to straighten your shoulders and do something, even if it was searching for lawyers and making the phone calls that he found himself unable to make. You had cried for a while in his arms, but the tears eventually dried up. As much as you wanted to stay there, you couldn’t just do nothing. And he admired you so much for that.

“But then I’ll be your hybrid Strawberry,” Hoseok gently reminded you. Coming to stand in-between your legs, he let go of your hand to cup the side of your face, his heart softening as you leaned into his palm.

His words settled heavily on your shoulders, understanding what that would mean. More specifically, what the two of you wouldn’t be able to do if that was the case. “I’ll always have your mate mark. We’re already married Hoseok, we don’t need a document and bands for the human world to say that we are. All that matters is that we’ll be together.”

At the mention of the mate mark, his gaze slid down the side of your neck, fondly gazing at it. His free hand came up to stroke the mark, smiling as your body shivered at his touch. Even now that it was healed and looked like a painful scar, the memory was anything but that. He remembered seeing women and men wearing the marks not only growing up, but even as little as a six months ago. As a hybrid, it was how you were able to identify who was mated and who was not, along with the obvious intertwined scents.

Hybrids didn’t usually bother with marriage and weddings, it wasn’t necessary with the mate mark, but when the mate was human, it was becoming more common for hybrids and humans to participate in both ceremonial unions.

And for the last three years, he knew how much you longed to one day have a white wedding, to go dress shopping, and say I do with a gold band around your ring finger. He didn’t want you to give that up for him.

Falling to his knees in front of you, your legs immediately going around his back and locking him in place, he simply hugged you. “I swear, I’m going to make this up to you,” Hoseok murmured, tilting his head to kissed your marked neck. “Anything you want, I’ll get it for you or take you there. You just say the word baby.”

His promise made you giggle, your arms sliding across his shoulders as you kissed the top of his head. There was no doubt that Hoseok would promise to wrangle a star from the night sky if he was able to do so.

“All I want is you,” you softly reminded him, kissing his cheek when he looked up. “And maybe a house of our own one day.”

“With a yard and white picket fence,” Hoseok cheekily added, nibbling your jaw when you rolled your eyes. “Enough bedrooms for a litter of our own pups one day.”

“And how many bedrooms is that?”

“Four, not including our room. We can double them up in the rooms, or do two rooms and have four to a room.”

While math wasn’t your greatest subject, you were quick to add up the numbers in your head. “You want eight kids?” You blurted out, leaning back so his lips weren’t distracting you. “At once?!”

However, Hoseok’s laughter filled the bedroom as he brought you back to him. “Easy there, Strawberry.” He ran his hands up and down your sides, sweetly kiss you to relax you, even though your body was already doing that at his touch. “German Shepherds are known to have litters of eight pups, but as a hybrid it doesn’t happen all at once. With that being said, one pregnancy can result in twins or triplets, and depending on how many times a couple decides they want more kids, they can easily have around eight or more children.”

It felt like an overload of information that you weren’t expecting, and while you wanted kids one day, you never expected to have so many as eight.

“But Strawberry, if you only want two children, then we don’t have to have more than two kids. As long as you’re the mother, I’ll be happy to have even one child. Okay?”

After being best friends for three years, you were starting to think that making Hoseok watch all your favorite romance movies had made him a professional at making your insides feel like mush.

With all this talking about kids, your mind wandered to what it would be like to raise a, not-so-little family with Hoseok. Instead of waking up to alarm clocks on the weekends, it’d be a little group of kids crawling on the bed to wake their parents up, the room easily filling with children’s giggles. A combination of yours and Hoseok’s genes, along with soft ears and tails to give plenty of scratches to.  Butterflies fluttered around your lower stomach as you took a deep breath, your eyes watering slightly before you regained control of them again.

“Ask me again when we finally move into that house,” You answered instead, your smile matching his grin as you leaned your forehead against his. “You know, the one with the yard and a picket white fence, with four bedrooms.”

His eyes lightened up as he released a loving growl, the whacking of his tail against the floor barely containing his excitement.

For a few more moments, you remained in this bubble with Hoseok, daydreaming about a future that was for right now, uncertain.

When the doorbell rang, you were cuddled up with Hoseok on the couch catching up on Stranger Things. His bags were completely packed and set on the bed as you tried to enjoy the time you had left with him.

Hoseok’s arm tensed around your shoulders as you buried your face in his chest, bringing your free arm around his waist to keep him there. Despite saying that everything was going to be okay and that you’ll get through this, you still didn’t want him to go. He belonged here and with you. He deserved to have the choice.

The bell sounded again, along with the banging of Sue knocking on the door.

With a sigh, you regretfully removed yourself from Hoseok’s arms, unable to get the sound of his whine out of your mind. It was with a heavy heart that you opened the front door, revealing Sue.

She raised an eyebrow at you, glancing at Hoseok over your shoulder before looking back at you. Your face was no longer flushed, but your hair was thrown up into a messy bun and the sweatpants and tank top you wore were an obvious reflection of your mood.

“What took you so long?” Sue sneered, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Just stop it Sue,” Hoseok softly spoke, intervening before anything else was said. Joining you at the door, he placed his hand against your lower back. He already his bags with him, his dance bag sitting on the floor for a moment as his duffle bag was settled on his shoulder and he held onto his suitcase. “Please.”

It was brief, less than a second, but Sue’s face had softened at his request before quickly shifting back to its previous annoyed state. To keep your mind off of what was happening, you compared her reaction to that of smelling sour milk and rotten trash.

“Fine,” Sue relented. “I’ll take your suitcase. When I come back up, you better be ready to leave.”

Hoseok nodded, watching as Sue dragged the suitcase on its wheels behind her, waiting until she was down near the elevator before focusing back on you. Licking his lips, he sighed. What was there for him to say that he hadn’t said already?

Instead, you beat him to the punch. “We can still text,” you softly reassured, stepping closer to hug him. “And you can visit me at work. I’m not saying goodbye though, because that would mean this is permanent and this…this is not permanent.” Your voice began to crack near the end, your vision blurring as you focused on the shirt he wore.

How you wished to go back in time, back to when it was six in the morning and done something different. What if you had suggested going away? To take a spontaneous mini vacation for the weekend? You would have had so much more time with Hoseok, and had so much more fun.

Reaching out, Hoseok ran his thumb against your bottom lip, remaining quiet as he simply hugged you. To feel you in his arms and hear your heart beating as your scent enveloped his senses was all he wanted.

“Why are you crying if this isn’t goodbye?” He halfheartedly teased, squeezing you just a little to make it count.

You sniffled out a chuckle, nuzzling your face against his chest. “Because I’m an emotional wreck.” His chest rumbled with laughter as you felt him kiss the top of your head, his hands rubbing your back.

“Yeah but you’re my emotional wreck.”

“Damn straight I am.”

He leaned down to kiss your forehead once again, his lips lingering as his ears flickered in the direction of the hallway upon hearing a soft ding that he knew you didn’t hear. That didn’t last long when Sue’s heels clacked against the floor, making your body tense under his embrace. He leaned back only to tilt your chin up, rightfully kissing you on the lips.

The second his lips touched yours, a warm fire lit up inside you, making your heart feel lighter and alive. It was something that only Hoseok was able to do.

“I love you,” he softly murmured, nibbling your bottom lip before kissing you again.

Your hands gripped the front of his shirt, possibly wrinkling the fabric but you didn’t care. Inside, your heart was screaming at you to keep Hoseok here and to not leave with Sue. But your mind knew that you had to let him go, that it was the only way. If by doing this, maybe Sue would listen to what you had to say, and maybe, just maybe, let you and Hoseok be together again.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, breaking the kiss as the echo of Sue’s heels became louder.

An involuntary whine escaped Hoseok when you stepped out of his arms, but you merely shook your head when he tried to bring you back. Sue was already within eyesight and you didn’t want to push your luck with any more affection in front of her.

He understood why you did that, but that didn’t mean he liked it.

“Ready to go?” Sue asked, pretending as if she hadn’t seen you kissing Hoseok the entire time. She was only in the hallway; it wasn’t like she was in another room or outside the building.

Hoseok hesitantly nodded, his face blank as he grabbed his dance bag from the floor, knuckles white while the inside of him cried and fought against every instinct in his body. He wasn’t supposed to leave his mate! He found you, you accepted and bore his mark. The two of you were meant to be together, not apart. What if something happened while he was gone? How was he supposed to protect you if he wasn’t here?

This was wrong, and as he glanced over his shoulder to look at you one last time, it took everything in him to not drop his belongings and run back to you into your apartment, locking the door and keeping Sue out when he saw your red eyes and splotchy cheeks. Already, he was failing you.

When the elevator door softly dinged and Sue and Hoseok disappeared inside, you quietly went back into your apartment, sliding against the front door until you were sitting on the floor. Your legs stretched out in front of you, the silence of the now empty home suddenly coming to life.

Before Hoseok came to live with you, this silence had been a part of day to day life. At some point over the years, you grew used to the lack of excitement and simply adjusted to it. Now it was such a stark contrast to the life that you had experienced with Hoseok. He gave this place a reason to call home. With his love, laughter, smiles, voice, even his presence alone managed to brighten up this place.

Now it was nothing.

Curling in on yourself, you cried in the empty apartment. There was no one to hold you or wipe away the tears anymore. It was just you.

The drive back home had been silent with the exception of the radio, but Hoseok didn’t make an effort to start up a conversation and neither did Sue. The tension was so thick that not even a steak knife would be able to cut through it.

He declined her help with bringing his belongings up, settling both bags on his shoulders as he pulled the suitcase against the floor, ignoring her looks. It wasn’t until he reached the stairs that he stopped. Taking a deep breath, he glanced over his shoulder, the woman that he had once known gone from Sue’s gaze. This was someone knew.

“What you did was wrong,” Hoseok evenly spoke, keeping his face clear of any emotion except for his anger and hurt. He wanted her to see what she’s done, and how much it affected him. “You know it too Sue. I don’t know what happened while you were in Hong Kong, but it wasn’t right to take it out on Strawberry and I. We wanted to be there for you when you told us that Colin had cheated, and we’re so sorry you had to go through that, but you lashed out on us and that was just as bad.”

Hoseok wanted to say more, actually, he wanted to scream and shout and tell her that he’d never forgive her for what she did, but he kept his mouth shut. Hurting Sue, despite everything, was the last thing he wanted because deep down, he remembered the way she sat in that chair at the Homeless Shelter. Vulnerable and all alone as she waited, the urge to protect her overcoming him. He still considered her one his friends.

“By the way,” he added, turning around to start going up the stairs to his room. “You didn’t just hurt me. You hurt Strawberry too, in more ways than one, and I don’t know if she’ll ever be able to forgive you.”

He didn’t look at Sue after that. Instead, he carried on to his room, shutting the door behind with a sigh. While he loved his room, he noticed that it no longer felt like home anymore. Despite being filled with all his belongings, it was empty. Tomorrow was Sunday, so he pulled his clothes off and crawled under his blankets, not feeling guilty about sleeping the day away. Out of habit, he stretched his arm out to pull you closer, but his heart constricted when his hand fell on top of the blankets.

That was why it didn’t feel like home anymore.

You weren’t there.

His bottom lip trembled and he squeezed his eyes tight, turning to bury his face into his pillow as it became wet with his muffled tears.

Downstairs, Sue was still standing in the open room near the bottom of the suitcase. Right where Hoseok had left her. His words bounced around in her mind, stirring up feelings of guilt. For a moment she thought about going up and apologizing – she even made it up the stairs – but as soon as she made the landing, she went straight to her bedroom instead. Despite her attempts to sleep, she was unable to forget what he said. She had hurt both of her friends.

[kpopaeipathy]

A Voice to Remember (Jimin Drabble)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: After a break up, no matter how long it’s been, there’s always something for you to remember.

Word Count: 258

A/N: Reposting. This is for @serendipity-day project. I hope y’all like it even though it’s short ^^ Also, this drabble was inspired by this.

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It’s been so long you’d forgotten everything.

You forgot the deep brown eyes that seemed to be able to see the secrets of your soul. You forgot the cheerful smile that made those eyes almost close and you could hardly see the happiness hidden in them.

The slim, well-formed body that was capable of giving you warmth (both a protective warmth when you needed a hug, and a seductive and devastating heat when you curled up in bed) had disappeared from your thoughts.

The joyous moments in which your heart throbbed with happiness and the butterflies fluttered wildly in your stomach, and the sad moments that made you wake up with swollen eyes after you’d spent the night crying. Every moment with him had faded.

It’s been so long you thought you’d forgotten everything.

There was still one song left. A melody that kept intruding on your mind whenever it was silent and empty for more than a second.

The sweet, airy voice penetrated your mind subtly, filling every space with the light timbre and leaving you shivering with the background growling in the lower tones. That voice seemed to carry your mind to every place you wanted to go and made your body relax in a surprising way.

It was that voice you recognized today that made you pass through a crowd, lightly stroking them to get to the center and see the person to whom that voice belonged. When you saw him, you noticed.

It’s been so long, and yet, you hadn’t forgotten anything about Jimin.

[thewhiterabbit42]

The Messenger’s Messenger

PART 1

Written for: @authoressskr Request: Gadreel x reader x Gabriel, outdoor garden, hot pink

Warnings/tags: established relationship, polyamory, non-angelcest, some angst

Word Count: 1k-ish

Author’s Note: so this drabble became a mini series WHO SAW THAT COMING.  This part is unbeta’d.  All mistakes are mine.  

Also, I don’t have poly tags, so if you’re on a squad and don’t want to be tagged, let me know.

Special thanks to @nobodys-baby-now for help with the title so I could post something for y’all sooner rather than later.

***Please do not repost or copy my work to any other site without my written permission.  Giving credit does NOT count.  Reblogging is ok.***

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You sat on your bed, back against the headboard, as you perused an ancient grimoire on tracking magic.  Your eyes remained riveted to the page, but you were having a hard time concentrating, most of your energy spent on ignoring the angel perched at the foot of your mattress.  

Gadreel, however, was unruffled by your pointed disregard.

“I have a surprise for you,” he baited, finally breaking the silence.  You glared over the top of the spellbook.  Whatever it was, you weren’t biting.  You knew it was just another ploy to try and coax you out of your room.  Nevermind you hadn’t left your house in days or taken a case in even longer.  Fresh air was overrated anyway.  

“Unless it’s playing a game of pin the angel blade on the archangel, I will leave when I’m damn well ready,” you grumbled.  And not a moment sooner.  

He sighed, appearing in the blink of an eye next to you.  “You can’t stay angry forever.”  

You snorted.  That showed what he knew.

He hooked a finger beneath your chin, gently forcing you to look at him.  “Or stabby,” he chided.

You pouted.  You knew you were being childish, refusing to let go like this, but how did he expect you to feel when half of your heart had up and vanished?  

Part of you could acknowledge you should’ve been grateful to have even experienced a relationship with a celestial being, let alone two.  How Gadreel and Gabriel had come to love you enough to share you was a mystery you doubted you’d ever solve.  Then again, maybe it the great cosmic enigma you made it out to be.  Maybe it was as simple as Gabriel had never loved you enough to care.  That was the implication, considering you’d woken up one morning to a half-empty bed and a haphazardly scrawled message on the whiteboard attached to your fridge.  

If you had been an angel yourself, the entire county would’ve been without power for a week.  The jerk could have at least pretended to give a shit and snapped up a halfway decent Dear John letter, given a false apology, given any attempt at an explanation.  Even it’s not you, it’s me was better than This was a mistake.  Don’t come after me.   

“Don’t,” Gadreel warned.  “To hold anger is one thing, but I will not allow bitterness to take root in your heart.”

You scowled at him.  Mostly because he was right.  You may have felt like half of you was missing, but the other half was still sitting right next to you, unfailingly patient, as always.

With a sigh, you let your features relax, your eyes dropping sheepishly to your lap.  “I’m sorry,” you told him, threading your fingers through his.  “I just…”

“Miss him?”  He guessed.  

“I was going to say want to light him on fire with holy oil and toast some marshmallows over his sorry ass, but sure,” you admitted, sadness bleeding over the sullen edge in your tone.  “That too.”  

“I miss you,” he declared, cupping your cheek with his free hand.  He stroked along your face, sage green orbs gazing longingly at you before his thumb deviated course.  It dipped lower, tracing the contour of your bottom lip, and it wasn’t until something sparked low in your stomach, pushing back against your grief and frustration that you realized just how much you missed him, too.  

As soon as Gabriel had disappeared, Gad had followed suit, though his absence was far more noble.  At least you assumed it was.  He hadn’t spoken a word about it, but where else could he be other than trying to track down his ass of a brother to get answers?

You hadn’t asked him to.  He just had, and between his frequent absences and your foul mood, you hadn’t touched each other since the breakup.    

He leaned forward, pressing his mouth to yours in a way that was wholly Gadreel: sweet and unobtrusive; filled to the brim with intense yet tender sentiment.  There was always so much carefully contained beneath his calm exterior, and today he felt filled to the brim.  Yet, he didn’t push for anything more, simply savored the contact, using it to dismantle your fury kiss by gentle kiss until only a few embers of it remained.  

“Come with me,” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours.  “Let me help fix this.”  

There was nothing to fix, though you appreciated how much he wanted to help.  He could do just as much by staying in with you and maybe giving you one of his infamous backrubs.  You drew back to tell him as much, but the look on his face stole the breath from your lungs.  It was as if you were everything, like nothing else existed in that moment for him except for you, and it expertly masked the tiredness clinging to the darks of his eyes.

“My heart, please.”  

Well, shit.  There went your plan to set a new record on how many days you could go without wearing pants.

“No more arguments.  No questions.  Just trust me.  Deal?”  

Gadreel had to be one of the most persuasive people you knew for many reasons.  He was a good study of others.  He held a deep empathy for other beings, allowing him to get into their mind set more easily.  He was genuine and respectful, and had a way of putting people at ease.  Most of all, he was trustworthy, so much so that any mention of trust had simply become a trump card with you, and often all he had to do was ask for something.  It seemed unnecessary that he would use it now, and he rarely did anything that was unnecessary.  

You regarded him a little more closely.  “What’s going on?”

The look he gave you suggested if you spent one more minute in bed fighting him, he’d be smothering you with one of the pillows.  

You put your hands up in surrender.  “Alright fine, but I catch wind of any funny business, and I’m reneging,” you warned.  

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