#yeah waves my yuri beam at them

[nanocados]

Yuries your jayvik 👭

uhm Viktoria please take a break, Jayce needs her daily walk she’s just a uoppy

[propertyofkylar]

a visit with the princess - f!sydney x f!kylar (royalty au)

word count: 2210

tags/warnings: TOXIC YURI, my royalty au, thigh riding, humping, kylar's kinda ooc i think but just imagine a world where she got yandere over sydney instead of pc and it's fine, a squint of homophobia from religious syd

The two young ladies sat awkwardly across from each other in the sitting room. 

Somehow, without either of their input, it had been decided that the two should get together as a sign of unity and allyship. So, here they were. Two childhood friends who hadn’t spoken in years. Sydney and Kylar, staring uncomfortably away from each other as their tea grew colder by the second. 

Sydney examined the girl who had once been her closest friend, the girl currently staring out the window and adamantly away from Sydney. She remembered quite well being young together. How one day, she was forbidden to see her best friend ever again. Things had changed, as evidenced by the two sitting in the same room together. But the tension lingered. 

Kylar looked well enough. Though years had passed, she was the same beautiful girl as ever. Her dark hair was braided, though the braids were fuzzy and coming apart. Her dress was clean, but was clearly old. It made Sydney wonder what she had been through these past few years. Not that Kylar would tell her. 

And it wasn’t for lack of trying. Every time Sydney tried to speak, Kylar fixed her with a glare so severe that it made the girl wilt. So the only sounds in the room were the occasional sips of tea and crunching of biscuits. Even the girls’ personal maids - themselves well-acquainted from Sydney and Kylar’s earlier days - were huddled in a corner together, whispering, clearly uneasy. 

Sydney picked up a jam-filled cookie and studied it closely. She let the sweet flavors spread across her tongue as she took a bite. And very hesitantly, she turned to face Kylar. “Is this–” Sydney’s voice cracked, and she cleared her throat quickly. “Is this what I think it is? Do you still have the same cook…?”

Kylar frowned at the cookie Sydney was waving in the air, but at least she was looking at her now. “Yes,” Kylar said after a beat. “She…she made those specifically for you when she heard you were coming.”

Sydney couldn’t control the wide grin forming on her face. “Really? She remembered?”

Kylar didn’t respond. But Sydney decided to keep going. 

“Do you remember when we were little? And we snuck into the kitchen and ate so many sweets? I don’t think I’ve ever been scolded that badly,” Sydney couldn’t help but giggle as she fondly recalled the cherished memory. 

Then, she saw it. She knew what she saw. A ghost of a smile flashed on Kylar’s face. It was brief, but Sydney was sure it was there. 

“…yeah,” Kylar grumbled. “I think I still have trouble sitting after what mother put me through.”

This time, Sydney full on laughed. And Kylar looked at her incredulously, her mouth slightly agape. She wanted to say something. But she wouldn’t let herself. 

“Oh, I knew it! I could recognize this flavor anywhere,” Sydney beamed, finishing the cookie and quickly grabbing another. Kylar watched her, silently sipping her tea. “Please give her my regards.”

Kylar didn’t say anything. The two returned to their silence again, but the awkward tension had dissipated ever so slightly. 

As Kylar finished her tea, she had balled up part of her skirt in her fist, and her other hand was shaking as she set her cup down. “U-um,” she began, and immediately had Sydney’s full attention. “Would you like to see the gardens? I remember you liked them…”

Though Kylar’s face was sullen, Sydney’s heart swelled with joy - she had personally remembered something about her!

“I would,” Sydney replied. “I really, truly would.”

And so, just as they had done many years before, the two girls dashed outside to stroll through the manor’s luxurious gardens. 

They weren’t quite as Sydney had remembered. The flowers were in need of pruning, and the shrubbery was overgrown. It clearly hadn’t been totally abandoned, but obviously wasn’t being taken care of nearly as well as it had been in the past. 

Still, it was beautiful to Sydney. She wandered in awe, fondly remembering the hours spent here as a child. 

“Sorry that it’s kinda messy,” Kylar mumbled, picking at a loose thread on her sleeve.

“Oh, no!” Sydney replied so quickly and forcefully that Kylar couldn’t hide how taken aback she was. “It’s as lovely as ever!”

Kylar turned away, but Sydney thought she saw the hint of a blush creeping across her cheeks. 

“I remember playing hide-and-seek with you in these gardens,” Sydney said with a fond smile. “But you were always so much better at hiding!”

Kylar shrugged, still picking at that loose thread. “Well, I-I mean, I live here, so…”

Sydney nodded as the two of them continued their stroll. With every step, the atmosphere became more comfortable and inviting. With every step, the two girls grew closer. 

She turned to look at her childhood best friend and was surprised to see Kylar looking straight at her. There was an intensity in her eyes and while a blush crept across her face, she seemed to be willing herself to keep looking at Sydney. She offered the girl a small smile and felt something brush against the back of her hand. 

Kylar’s fingers were entwining with hers. Just as they did, so many years ago. 

The touch triggered memories in Sydney, of hours spent walking hand-in-hand. So she said nothing and simply let their hands meet. 

Sydney could hardly believe it. Kylar’s small, slightly clammy hand was in her warmer one. Her heart started racing and she wasn’t sure why. Perhaps it just made her that happy. 

She stopped to examine the length of rose bushes, breathing in the sweet smell that brought her back to her younger years. A smile stretched across her face as she looked at the stunning pink and red blooms. With her free hand, she stroked a delicate petal. “I can’t tell you how much I missed these,” she said. “They’re so much bigger than the ones at the temple, and–”

But Sydney was cut off when she turned to Kylar and fully took in the look on her face. There was a heat in her eyes, and her lips were slightly parted. It was magnetic. 

“Kylar, are you…” Sydney trailed off as Kylar’s eyes darted around the garden. Sydney wasn’t sure what she was looking for. But then, Kylar nodded. 

And her lips were on hers. 

It wasn’t very romantic, and it wasn’t very good. Sydney assumed that Kylar had never kissed anyone before (much like herself) and her lips were hard and unmoving. Sydney’s were as well, but that was because she hadn’t been expecting her childhood best friend to kiss her suddenly. 

Sydney expected the girl’s face to be bright red when she pulled away, but it was ashen. Kylar looked like she was going to be sick. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Obviously, Sydney didn’t know why either. But honestly, she didn’t hate it. So she bent over and kissed her friend again. 

Kylar pressed her hands against Sydney’s stomach, while Sydney took Kylar’s face in her hands. Sydney parted her lips and the kiss deepened, and though it was so awkward and so clumsy, it felt right. 

But then, Sydney came to her senses. She pulled away so quickly that she stumbled slightly backwards. 

“Wait,” Sydney said, gasping for air like a fish out of water. “Wait, wait.”

An odd feeling she had never felt before was stirring in the pit of her stomach. Images flashed in her mind. The bishop. Jordan. Her own late mother. This was what they had warned her about her whole life. This was that dangerous, sinful lust. 

Kylar was peering up at her, her cheeks reddened and her bottom lip pouting. Her eyes were wide and dark. There was no other way Sydney could describe it - she simply looked appetizing. But she shook her head. 

“We can’t do this,” Sydney said, suddenly feeling like she was choking. “It’s…it’s wrong.” She tried to push her friend away, but couldn’t find the strength to do more than place her hands on Kylar’s shoulders. 

Kylar frowned, her eyes narrowing. “You really still believe in that stuff?”

A spark of anger coursed through Sydney’s body at that. Her thoughts were frenzied. “Yes - the church says it’s wrong - and we’re two GIRLS, even - we cannot fall into lust - just because you abandoned the church doesn’t mean you get to - ”

She stopped at the look of rage in Kylar’s eyes. “I didn’t abandon the church,” she said simply. “The church abandoned me.”

And with that, Kylar stood on her tiptoes and kissed Sydney again. 

This kiss was more passionate and almost violent. The girls’ teeth clashed against each other, Kylar’s tongue swirling in Sydney’s mouth. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was…glorious. 

Kylar pressed her body against hers and she could feel the heat through their layers of dresses. Kylar’s breasts moved against her own. When Kylar bit down on her lower lip, she let out a half-yelp, half-moan. 

Was this real? Was this actually happening? Was Sydney kissing her childhood best friend, whom she hadn’t seen in years, in a private corner of her manor’s garden? 

And if it was supposed to be wrong, why did it feel so amazing? What else were they hiding from her?

Sydney pushed that thought aside for now and turned her focus back on the warm girl she had in front of her. 

Kylar pushed her down onto a bench and hiked Sydney’s skirt up to her waist before lifting her own up and straddling her. Something hot and wet was touching Sydney’s thigh, and she shuddered when she realized what it was. 

“We can’t be doing this,” Sydney mumbled against Kylar’s hot mouth, but neither girl made any effort to move. 

Kylar’s knee bumped against Sydney’s core and she realized that, more importantly, they couldn’t. Kylar pulled back slightly, her head tilted. 

“You wear one of those things?” Kylar asked. Sydney flushed. Never before had she considered that her chastity belt would cause problems. She felt embarrassed by it. 

“S-sister Jordan said I needed to protect my purity…” she replied shyly. 

Kylar sighed and pressed her knee against where the belt covered Sydney’s most sensitive spot. It made the girl gasp. Kylar smirked. Seems that the belt wasn’t entirely useful when it came to preventing lustful actions. 

As the two of them continued kissing passionately, Kylar began to move on Sydney’s thigh, panting into the other girl’s mouth as she did so. And every time she grinded down on Sydney’s leg, her knee pushed against the belt, sending a jolt of pleasure in the area Sydney had long been forbidden to touch. Her thoughts were incoherent, dizzy and jumbled thanks to this brand new feeling. But one thought managed to cut through the rest…what else were they hiding from her, if this felt so good?

Both girls were gasping in a stuttered way, moaning into the other’s mouth as Kylar’s movements grew more and more frenzied. “W-wait,” Sydney practically yelped, but this time she wasn’t trying to stop. “It feels…it feels so good…I feel like I’m gonna explode…”

That was when Sydney climaxed for the first time in her life. Her mind went entirely blank and she squeezed her eyes shut, bright lights dancing behind her eyelids. She felt her body seize up and her belt became uncomfortably wet.

Kylar did not stop or even slow down. Sydney opened her eyes to look at the girl and found her tantalizing in a way she could have never imagined. Her own eyes were shut, her face bright red and her lips swollen. Sweat dripped down her brow and her hair was fuzzy where it was coming out of her braids, but the way the sun backlit her in the garden made her look like she was glowing. Like an angel, come to life. 

“O-oh,” Kylar moaned, rocking back and forth. “Feels s’good!” 

The smaller girl let out a high-pitched whine as she evidently hit her own climax, her hips starting to slow down as Sydney felt a rush of sticky liquid coat her upper thigh. Then, both breathing heavily, the two girls looked at each other quite seriously - and then burst into a fit of giggles.

“That was…” Sydney was at a loss for words. “I didn’t know that was possible. I didn’t know that was something people could even do!”

Kylar smiled and suddenly, she looked much younger and more full of life than Sydney had seen all day. It made Sydney forget how uncomfortably wet and sticky she was, and how she was going to hide what she had done from her maid when they left. Kylar threw her arms around Sydney’s shoulders and buried her face in the crook of her neck. 

“Thank you for coming to visit,” she said in a small voice. Sydney pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

“I’d like to come by again soon, if you’ll have me,” she said in response, and she could feel Kylar smile against her skin. 

“Yeah,” she said softly. “I’d like that.”

And the two of them sat in silence after that.

[healeroflightanddark]

Hearts of Shadow, Chapter 7: Tour

Yuto had to deal with an issue with some thralls shortly after the conversation, so Yuya decided to explore the castle a little more on his own. He wandered around and eventually found his way out to the courtyard, where he heard what appeared to be the sound of metal being hammered. Curious, and remembering that Yugo had said he had a forge and enjoyed metalsmithing, the tomato followed the sound.

Sure enough, Yuya found Yugo hammering a piece of iron in a forge. There was a mortal, presumably a thrall, using some bellows on the forge coals. Yugo noticed Yuya watching him and smiled, giving him a little wave before continuing to work on his iron. Yuya watched, intrigued. The blunana appeared to be making some gardening hand shears. After a while of heating and hammering metal, he set his hammer aside and sharpened the blades, before assembling the garden shears.

“There we go!” Yugo said, smiling as he finished the shears. He opened and closed them a couple times and nodded in satisfaction. “Yuri will be pleased with these! Hey, Yuya! Wanna come with me to deliver these shears to Yuri in his greenhouse? I’m sure he’d love for you to see it! He’s super proud of his garden!”

“Oh, sure!” Yuya said, happy to be included. Yugo seemed really nice and very energetic, if a bit overly comfortable with him. The tomato followed him through the courtyard to the inner bailey and then through the postern gate. Behind the castle was a plain leading to a cliff, with a massive greenhouse on it. Yuya could see a magnificent garden through the greenhouse glass.

Yugo led Yuya into the greenhouse and called out, “Yo! Yuri! You in here? I got the new shears you asked for! And I brought Yuya too!”

Yuri popped up from behind a nearby tree holding a watering can. When he saw Yuya, he grinned. “Hello there, Yuya!~” he purred. “Do you like my garden?~”

“Yeah, it’s really amazing!” Yuya said, looking around in awe. “I’ve never even seen a lot of these plants!”

“That’s because most of them are exotic, or specimens that I created myself through cross-breeding and experimentation,” Yuris said proudly. “Some of my plants are even carnivorous and can move on their own!”

“Isn’t that… dangerous?” Yuya asked. Yuri grinned, showing his fangs. “Only to my enemies. Don’t worry, Yuya! I won’t let my babies hurt you!~”

“Yeah, Yuri will only let his ‘babies’ hurt people he doesn’t care about,” Yugo reassured Yuya. “Zarc has actually locked him in his chambers a few times for letting them hurt the thralls and visitors without permission. And for poisoning the thralls with some of his experimental plants, though he only started locking him in his chambers for that because he was getting tired of replacing the dead thralls. But Yuri never targets us, so don’t worry!”

One of the plants wiggled as if in agreement, wrapping a vine around Yuri’s arm. Yuri purred as he turned to the plant, “Hello, my baby! Are you hungry?~” He picked up a bucket filled with mystery meat near Yuya and took a piece out. “Here you go, baby! Eat up!”

He held the piece of meat to a flowerbud on the plant, and the flowerbud opened up to reveal what appeared to be teeth. The plant snapped up the meat and closed the flowerbud around it. Yuri smiled happily, cooing at the plant.

“Hey, Yuya? Have you seen Yuto’s art studio yet?” Yugo asked, looking pointedly away from the plant at Yuya. Yuya shook his head, “Not yet.” Yugo began bouncing on his heels excitedly. “I’ll show you it! C’mon!”

“Oh, is it okay for us to go in there without Yuto’s permission?” Yuya asked worriedly. Yugo nodded. “Yeah, he doesn’t mind us going in there as long as we don’t touch anything without his permission! Or unless he’s working on a painting that he doesn’t want us to see, but when he’s doing that he locks the door so we can’t sneak a peek.”

“Oh, alright then,” Yuya said. He turned back to Yuri. “It was really nice seeing your garden, Yuri! It’s really lovely!”

Yuri beamed proudly. “It is, isn’t it? Enjoy your tour, Yuya!~”

Yugo handed the newly crafted garden shears to Yuri, before leading Yuya out of the greenhouse and back to the castle. They walked through several halls, before Yugo paused at a grand door. “Oh, this is where your theater is being built! You can’t go in yet though. Zarc wants it to be a surprise for you.”

Yuya lit up excitedly at the sight of the grand door. He wanted to go inside right now, but he didn’t want to ruin his surprise so he stayed back from the door. Yugo led him past it, wrapping an arm around Yuya’s shoulders.

“So Zarc likes entertaining people too, right?” Yuya asked. Yugo nodded, “Yeah, he loves entertaining people! He throws so many parties and hosts festivals and tournaments and it’s all so much fun!”

“Does he have a theater too?” Yuya asked. Yugo started to shake his head, then paused. “Well… technically yes, but it’s not in the castle. It’s in the village just outside the castle. He doesn’t normally perform there himself, but he does encourage performers to do so. There’s even a special box for the five of us to sit in and watch the performances! And now that you’re here, the fifth seat won’t be empty anymore!”

Yuya blinked, then shook his head a little. “Sorry, the way you said that made me think that Zarc knew there were going to be five of us before he found me…”

“He did,” Yugo replied. Yuya blinked again. “Wait… he did? How?!”

Yugo was silent for a few moments. Then he said quietly, “I think it’s best if he explained it to you himself.”

Yuya was very confused, but accepted the answer. Yugo pulled him a little closer as they continued through the halls and up several staircases, holding him in what seemed to be a protective embrace. They came to a stop in front of a second grand door, and Yugo smiled at Yuya as he opened it. Inside was a spiral staircase leading up to a huge circular room filled with easels, canvases, mannequins, windows with thick curtains, and plenty of light from candles and torches. On one of the easels was a painting of the night sky over the coast of a body of water with the full moon, the mountains, an island with a maple tree, and the aurora borealis all reflected in the water. The painting appeared to be drying.

“This is amazing!” Yuya gasped. Yugo smiled, “Yeah, Yuto loves spending time here. He painted pretty much all of the paintings in the castle, including the portraits of us all! He even made a self-portrait using a thrall to describe how he looks since we don’t have reflections. It came out perfectly too! It’s in the banquet hall along with the portraits of me, Yuri, and Zarc. But don’t worry! He’ll definitely paint you too, and there’s a spot for your portrait already waiting!”

Now Yuya really wanted to know how it had been known that he would be joining them in the castle. He found himself hoping that he would see Zarc again soon. He had questions that needed to be answered.

[ggidolsmuts]

(Smut version) CC - Iz*One Chaewon

"Okay, so who knows the answer to this question?" You ask your small but noisy class of students, looking at the clock at the back of the classroom and hoping this tutorial session of yours is ending soon - the class is too energetic for you. Your professor thrust this on you - apparently you did too well in her first-year class, so instead of one of her graduate students, you, a third-year, ended up as a teaching assistant for the class you took just two years ago. At least the pay was good for a college student, so you didn't complain.

"Me me me! The answer is 5x + 2." A long-haired blonde, Yena was it? Answered eagerly.

"Not quite-"

"No stupid, it's 5x2 + 2!" A feisty long-haired student called out from behind, firing a mocking lock at Yena for answering incorrectly.

"Ahahahah dummy!"

"That's enough Hyewon, good job Chaewon, but that is rude of you, there is no need to call others out."

"But-but she had the wrong answer!"

"And you had the wrong way of giving the right answer. Apologize to Yena."

"But what about Hye-"

"Apologize." You ask of Chaewon, sharpening your tone. Her face turns red, abashed at being put on the spot in front of her classmates.

"I-I'm sorry Yena."

"It's okay..." Yena replies timidly, the entire room going quiet at your tone.

"Good, moving on. As Chaewon said, the answer is 5x2 + 2, the reason that is the answer is because..." You launch into the explanation of the question, and the rest of the session goes by smoothly without incident. The students file out the door, eager to get out of the stuffy classroom. All but one make it out the door.

"Chaewon, a moment please."

"I'm sorry I-" You wave her off.

"No, not that, I'm glad you know what you did was wrong though. I wanted to talk to you about something else." She stands in front of you nervously, her hands fidgeting with her notebook.

"You got the question right in class, and I know you get the concepts because you ask the right questions, but Professor Bae says you're scoring poorly on the homeworks and quizzes, why is that?"

"I live in the dorms with the other students in the class, and you know how they are, you can barely keep them quiet in class."

"I've noticed, but Professor Bae says they're quiet in her classes."

"Well have you seen her? We're all scared of her!"

"Fine, but what's your point?"

"At the dorms it gets so noisy, I can't concentrate and study properly there."

"Go study at the library then."

"Too far, we have lots of dorm events going on, I don't want to miss out on those when they're available."

"Hmm... why don't you come to my office hours?"

"Your office hours?"

"Yeah, not many people come by for help, it'll be quiet, and I'll be available if you need help."

"Is that okay? I can just come by and study, even if I have no questions?"

"Of course!"

"That's great! When are your hours again?"

"Monday and Thursday, 5 to 7 in the evening."

"I'll be there, thank you!" She heads to the door, turning around and waving adorably at you, and you feel your heart stop for a moment - how is she so cute?

You wave back.

"No problem."

Chaewon becomes a regular at your office hours, always greeting you cheerily, before going quiet and burying her head in the books. The two of you usually enjoy the quiet classroom together, you working on your own homework while Chaewon goes over the latest chapter Professor Bae covered, occasionally asking you the odd question or two about a concept.

Over time you got to know her better, the two of you talking about the class, the professor, and just university life in general. She was always loud and noisy around her fellow friends, but surprisingly by herself she was more demure and low-key. Your personal highlight of those office hours is when she would give you a cute "Have a good night oppa!" before heading back to her dorm. In one of your office hours before the midterm, Chaewon makes a request.

"I'm having some trouble with these questions, can you go through them with me?"

"Of course." You sit down next to her, the two of you sharing the laptop screen. She points out the questions she has problems with and the two of you work through each and every one of them. About three quarters of the way through Chaewon glances at the computer clock, seeing that it is almost 7 pm.

"Oh no, time's almost up! Do you have to go at 7?" She looks at you with wide open eyes, frustration written on her face for not being able to get through all the questions in time.

"No it's fine, we can keep going, I want to make sure you understand everything." She gives you a grateful nod, and the two of you keep going. Unfortunately the last few questions are the hardest, and Chaewon has difficulty grasping those. Time drags on, and you feel yourself losing concentration, nodding off while she works on the problem. You shake your head, trying to clear your drowsiness. You lean towards the laptop, trying to read the question she's working on.

"Chaewon which one are you working on, do you have any questions?"

"Yes I'm-"

She stops talking abruptly, and you turn to face her. Both of you had leaned toward the laptop, and the two of you were close, far too close. You feel your face burning up, unable to tear away from her - you knew she was pretty, but seeing her blushing face so close to yours, you found her gorgeous. Chaewon snaps both of you out of it, pulling away from you and stammering.

"I-I think I'm done, I don't have any more questions, I'll see you oppa, h-have a good night!" You sit there wordlessly as Chaewon stuffs everything in her bag in a rush, dashing out the classroom without even a wave.

Your heart won't slow down.

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A few days after the midterm, you knock on the door with labeled "Professor Bae Yoon Jung".

"Come in."

"Yes professor, you wanted to see me?"

"I just wanted to say that you're doing a excellent job, the students in your section did really well this midterm. Chaewon made a huge improvement."

"Thank you professor, I am glad to hear they did well." You're happy that Chaewon did well on the test, maybe a bit too happy - you couldn't hide the smile on your face.

"What's with the smile on your face?"

"I'm just glad Chaewon's doing well, she's been coming to my office hours often, so I'm glad to have been of help to her."

"Keep at it then, here are the tests for your section, give it back to them later today." She pats the stack of papers on her desk.

"Yes professor." Right, you had a session with the class to go over the tests later. You hadn't seen Chaewon since that evening... why are you so nervous? Why are you looking forward to it?

After lunch you find yourself walking to the usual classroom, your heartbeat rising as you open the door. The classroom is shockingly quiet, all the students nervous about the results of the midterm. You are determined not to scan the room for Chaewon, so you dive straight into it.

"Hey class, I'll cut to the chase, good job on the midterm, the median was a 77, average was 80 overall. Professor Bae was very pleased with this section's scores, I think almost everyone got an A, so really good job there. I'll return the tests now and go over each question." You look down at the papers and begin calling out names.

"Kwon Eunbi." A short-haired student came bounding up to you, and as always you found yourself trying not to admire her amazing body while giving her her test back. "Good job." You say to her while looking down at the next name.

"Honda Hitomi." A quiet blonde with squishy cheeks came up to you. You only remember her as being extremely quiet in class, but Chaewon mentioned in one of your conversations that she's really nice and kind to all of them. You give her the test with a nod and a quiet "Good job!" She sees her score and almost skips back to her seat.

"Nabuki Yako-"

"It's Yabuki Nako!" You hear giggles from the class as a petite student comes walking up to you, her face pouty and indignant as you got her name wrong again.

"Right, I'm so sorry Nako, here you go, you did a great job."

"Thank you!" She beams at the score she got.

"Choi Yena." The long-hair blonde approaches you, picking up her paper but not looking at the score.

"You did fine, got that question right too!" You try to encourage her, and she allows herself to take a peek.

"Oh, oh wow, nice!" She pumps her fist and makes her way back to her seat.

"Jo Yuri." Yena stops and comes back to you.

"I'll take it, we look alike."

"I'm here, she can take it!" You wave and see a second Yena - right, they always sat together and you wondered if they were twins, but apparently not.

"Uh sure... good job Yuri!" You call out to her before looking at the next test. "Kang Hyewon." Yena stops and doubles back again, stretching out her hand.

"I'll take it for her, she's going to be late."

"What? Why?"

"She's still eating lunch." You take a look at your watch. "She eats a lot." Yena adds when she sees your confusion. Shrugging you hand her Hyewon's paper. Your heart skips a beat when you see the next name.

"K-Kim Chaewon."

Your heart skips again when you see her rise elegantly from her seat and walk towards you. Normally the students are dressed in casual outfits, but Chaewon seemed really well made up today, her bangs perfect, her long hair lightly curled, and wearing a cute but eye-catching black one piece. She strides up and stops in front of you.

"Hi."

"H-hi." You manage to stammer out.  

"Ooh la la he's nervous!" Your hear from behind Chaewon, followed by a series of scandalous "oohs" from the rest of the class.

"Yah Jo Yuri!" She turns around, raising her fist in a toothless threat. Yuri sticks her tongue out, teasing you and Chaewon.

"Ahem." You clear your throat, and Chaewon turns around to you, her face red at being teased.

"Right, sorry..."

"Here you go, you did a great job."

"Thanks." She looks down at her test. "Wait really?!" You smile and nod at her. What follows can only be described as a shrill squeal of joy as she bounces back to her friends, showing off her score proudly.

"Next is... Lee Chaeyeon." A student with brilliant red hair comes towards you.

"Top score as always, really good job."

"Thank you!" She beams and returns to her seat, the other students envious of her, wanting to take a look at her exam to see what the correct answers were to the questions they got wrong. You go through a few more names.

"Miya- Miyawa... er, Sakura?"

The nervous girl sitting next to Chaeyeon comes forward.

"Good job, you did well this time."

"That's because the game servers were down the night before!" You hear Nako tease. Sakura doesn't say anything, so perhaps she was right.

"Uh huh... well, keep at it!" She quietly collects her paper and returns to her seat.

"Kim Minju... Angel?"

"You actually put that as your name on the test? Ahahahaha!" You hear the unmistakable laughter of Chaeyeon coming from the seats.

"Ahh~ It's because I lost a bet with Yena!" A tall and pretty student came walking up to you. "I didn't think you would say it out loud!" She looks at you accusingly.

"Sorry, I was just reading the name on the paper." She takes the test from you in a huff, the rest of the class cackling in laughter. You felt a little sorry for her, but also laugh along with the class - Chaewon mentioned she frequently gets made fun of because her reactions are great, and it certainly seems to be the case. You return the rest of the tests in short order.

"Okay, I think that's the class, I'll go over the questions now. So question 1..." You launch into a discussion of the test, and the class thankfully focuses, all of them quietly scribbling notes so that they don't make the same mistake again. You try to focus on going over the questions too, but you can't take your eyes off Chaewon every time you turn around to address the class - and neither could she, as the two of you catch each other's glance more than once.

The bell rings and the class begins filing out the door. You watch Chaewon and the rest of the class, but as they get to you Chaewon stops in front of you.

"Hey, I have a good joke, care to hear it?"

"Sure." Chaewon proceeds to drop a banana on your head.

"Ouch, what's that for?"

"A banana fell for you, so will you fall for me?" Chaewon asks in a singsong voice, her face turning beet red as she says it. She doesn't even grab her banana before she dashes out the door. Yuri and Yena crack up behind her after seeing the spectacle, calling after Chaewon and rushing past you to catch up to her.

"I hope you got the joke!" Yena calls out as she leaves.

You got the joke, and the question... Are you falling for her?

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The next office hours roll around, and you are not surprised, but maybe a little disappointed, to see that Chaewon didn't come to office hours. After all it was right after the midterm, so maybe she is off relaxing with her friends and didn't want to study. You shrug and sit down, taking out your laptop and working on schoolwork of your own. The clock hits 7 pm and you pack your stuff, ready to go grab food. When you open the door however, you are surprised to see Chaewon there, dressed simply in a jacket and jeans.

"C-chaewon?"

"Oh oppa, you're done? Great, let's go!"

"What are you doing here, and go where?"

"Oppa, you finished office hours right?"

"Yes...?"

Chaewon takes a deep breath, preparing herself to say something.

"Let's go on a date."

You heart starts pounding, your mouth dry, did you hear her correctly?

"What?"

"L-let's go on a date!" She looks at you, her body seemingly shrinking away from you as she begins deflating like a balloon, losing confidence at your reaction.

"I-I'm sorry Chaewon, I can't." The words leaving your mouth stab at your own heart like a invisible knife.

"Why? But... but-"

"You're my student, I won't date my student."

"You're only two years older!" She starts speaking loudly, her voice rising but also beginning to break.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I-" You twist the knife further on yourself.

"Fine!" Chaewon's face is bright red, unable to face you. Her body is shaking slightly. "I'm sorry I asked!" She shouts at you before turning away from you, walking quickly back down the hallway.

"Chaewon!" You call out to her, but she doesn't stop or turn around. All you hear is a sniffle - it travels down the hallway, a second knife striking straight at your heart.

Why does it hurt even more?

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Chaewon stops coming to your office hours, often even skipping your tutorial sessions entirely. You try to ask Yena and Yuri about her, but you don't get much out of them other than accusing looks and asking you hotly, "Why do you care?"

You find yourself missing her presence more and more, looking to her empty seat whenever you turn around to address the class, or looking up hopefully when the odd student comes to your office hours. You knew for sure you fell for her hard, but you also knew you couldn't date her then, and certainly not after that evening... you feel like you have a knife permanently buried in your heart, hurting whenever you thought about Chaewon, which was often.

To make matters worse, Professor Bae caught on as well, as she summoned you to her office close to the final exam.

"You wanted to see me professor?"

"Yes, are you still helping Chaewon in office hours?"

"No, she hasn't shown up in a while, why?"

"Her grades have been slipping since the midterm, which is not too unusual, but she has stopped coming to classes too, so I was wondering if you know anything about it."

"I haven't seen her since the midterm."

"I thought she was going to your office hours."

"She... stopped." The professor shoots you a piercing look, but you manage to stay silent, and she doesn’t pursue the matter.

"Fine. What a pity, she was doing so good too." You stand quietly by, unsure of what to say. The professor fires you another piercing look before sighing, dismissing you with a wave of her hand. "You may go." You worry about her, but there’s nothing you could do either. You hang your head and leave.

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A week before the finals during office hours, you hear a commotion outside the door. As you stride to the door to find out what's going on, it flies open, almost smacking you in the face. This is followed by a short-haired figure flying straight at you. You manage to catch them, stopping their momentum and cushioning them against your chest. You look up to see Eunbi, Hyewon, and Yena standing at the door, all three of them giggling at what happened.

"We brought you a student who needs lots of help, please take care of her!" Eunbi says before the trio of them leave in a rush. You look at the student in your arms as she pushes away from you. You want to say you barely recognize her, but you spent the past two months thinking about her, you'd recognize her anywhere with any hair style.

"Chaewon?"

"Hi oppa." She says softly. Gone is the long-haired Chaewon you knew for most of the year, instead she is sporting a bobbed hair style, curling at the end and raven black instead of the brown she had. You did not think she could look even better than before, but she has taken your breath away along with your heart.

"Your hair, it looks great!"

"Thank you..." She blushes furiously at your compliment. "We-we had a dorm event, so I decided to change my hair for it."

"Good idea, you look beautiful." The words come out from your mouth before you can stop yourself, your face turning beet red. The both of you just stand there staring at the ground, unable to look at each other.

"I-I need some help before the final exam, I missed some classes because of the dorm event, can you help me?"

"Of course, that's why I'm here."

You sit down with her, happy to just see her again. You can't stop smiling, and to your joy neither can she as the two of you go over questions together, almost like the two of you did before the midterms, and before you know it your time together is over. The two of you pack your bags and exit the room, looking at each other, not wanting to say goodbye. You decide to broach the awkward topic you both had floating in your minds.

"Chaewon, about last time-" Chaewon cuts you off however.

"Oppa, I want to focus on the finals right now, I need to get caught up to speed. Thank you for today, I'll see you Thursday." She says in a rush, not looking you in the eye.

"Right, sounds good, I'll see you Thursday."

Thursday couldn't come fast enough.

You counted down the hours, no, minutes, until you could see Chaewon again, and during your Thursday office hours you find yourself unable to concentrate, your ears straining, listening for any footsteps that might be coming towards the classroom. You leap out of your seat when you hear footsteps coming down the hallway, rushing to the door and opening it.

"Ah!" Chaewon shouts in surprise.

"Chaewon! I'm sorry, I heard footsteps so I t-thought it was..." You trail off, embarrassed at your own eagerness to see her. Her face turns red as she figures out the last unsaid word.

"W-well I'm here... shall we go in?"

"Oh... oh, yes." You snap yourself out of your daze, taking a seat next to Chaewon as she brings out her laptop. You go through the last few concepts that Professor Bae covered in class, luckily Chaewon had little problems following.

"Great job Chaewon, I think you have everything covered, you're more than ready for the finals, you'll be fine."

"Thank you so much oppa, I-"

You turn your head to see why she stopped talking, only to realize that once again she is far too close to you once more. You can smell the faint fragrance of her shampoo, and it is intoxicating. Like a moth to a flame you draw even closer to her, looking into her shining eyes. Chaewon's face is bright red, but she doesn't pull back. You lean forward even more, wanting to dive into those big and sparkling eyes... She bites her lower lip before shutting her eyes tightly, her lips slightly pouting. You don't even realize it, but your hand goes to her cheek, cupping her face gently. You close your eyes and lean in...

"Oppa, quick, I have a question! We couldn't figure this out at the dorms and- oh my gadness!" The door bangs open, and Yuri comes barreling in the door, dispelling all the tension in the room. The centimeters between you and Chaewon instantly get pulled to a meter as the two of you separate hastily.

Yuri grins wickedly, processing the situation. "I'm so sorry Chaewon unnie, I'll tell the others that oppa's too busy with you to answer our questions."

"Yuri I'm going to kill you!" Chaewon half screams, blushing madly.

You step in before things get worse.

"Yuri, I'll answer any questions you have, just keep it a secret for Chaewon, please?"

"Okay, first question is this." She takes out a notebook and shows you the question she intended to ask. It was straightforward and you quickly explained the solution for her, writing it down so that she could show the others the solution. She blindsides you with the second question, grinning teasingly at you.

"Do you like Chaewon unnie?"

"I..."

"Answer the question or I tell everyone at the dorm what I saw!" Chaewon raises a helpless fist at Yuri, but she doesn't say anything else either. She looks at you intently, and you see no reason to hide it any longer.

"I do, a lot." You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you say it, looking straight at Chaewon. Her eyes widen at your confession, and she shyly bites her lip, turning away from your intense look.

"You're welcome unnie! I'll let you tell him how you feel!" She waves the notebook at you. "Thank you for the answers! Both answers!" She adds cheekily and dashes out the door.

"Jo Yuri you little-!" Chaewon grits her teeth at her friend before turning back to you, the two of you alone again.

"O-oppa, I... I-"

You hush her, grabbing her by the shoulders gently.

"There's no need to say anything now, please focus on the finals, I will see you again for sure." She nods silently, packing her stuff. As she heads out of the classroom she waves at you.

"Thank you for the help oppa, I'll do well for the test."

"I'm not worried, you'll do great, good luck!" You head back to your desk, stowing your laptop in your bag, trying to process what you just said this evening.

The moment you exit the classroom you are ambushed delightfully, feeling the lightest of pecks on your cheek. You can't help but beam as you turn to see Chaewon run down the hallway, her backpack bouncing the whole day. Your woop of joy echoes down the hallway, chasing after her.

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The day of the finals comes and goes, and you can't wait to see Chaewon again. But it is more than a week later when you find yourself at Professor Bae's office once more.

"Good, you're here."

"Yes professor?"

"Here are the graded finals for your section, I emailed the class and told them to pick them up during one of the office hours, so just have them ready for your section at your next office hours."

"Got it." You flip through the papers idly.

"Chaewon did great."

"That's not what I was-"

"Shut up, I hear all kinds of giggling from your section whenever I mention the teaching assistants, and Chaewon goes completely red in the face. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Of course not professor."

"Did you two date?"

"No! I made it clear to her that I wouldn't date a student in the class."

"Is that why she stopped going to your office hours?" She stares at you with a knowing gaze.

"...Yes."

"Ugh you guys..." She massages her forehead in frustration. "Well you did the right thing, it could've been a serious problem." She smiles at you. "But once you hand the tests back, she's no longer a student of the class... so go after her, I like Chaewon, and I can tell you do too."

"Uh... right, thank you." You're not sure what else to say, your ears burning a little at discussing Chaewon with your professor.

"Go, good job, thank you for helping me this semester."

"Not at all, thank you for the opportunity!" You give a slight bow to the professor and exit, a big grin on your face at the prospect of seeing Chaewon again.

The hours seemingly fly by, until it is time for your last office hours of the semester. Your students come in here and there, picking up their tests and thanking you for your help during the semester, until there was a stack of twelve left.

You hear a soft knock on the door, and you almost pull a muscle with how fast your head turns to the door, just in time to see Chaewon come through to the door, smiling bashfully at you. She looked adorable in her short black hair, wearing a plaid top and a short black skirt.

"Hi oppa."

"Hey Chaewon."

"I'm here to pick up the tests. You can give me the others too, I told the girls I'll pick it up for them."

"Oh okay, great, here you go." You hand over the tests to her, and she quietly puts them in her backpack.

"Thanks."

"No problem..." The atmosphere deadens, the two of you not knowing what to say, despite how much you wanted to see each other. Feeling the emotions strain against your heart, you go first, not holding back what you feel.

"I missed you, I missed you so much! I like you, I-I want to go on that date with you!" You add hastily. "T-that is, if you still want to...?"

Chaewon dives into your arms, hugging you tightly and pushing you back into yuor chair. You hear her mumble against your chest.

"I missed you too..." Sitting in your lap she looks utterly beautiful. Your heart pounds as you hold her in your arms.

"I couldn't believe you rejected me the first time, I cried all night afterwards." She whispers quietly. You hug her tight against your body, peppering her forehead with kisses.

"I-I'm sorry, I really wanted to, but it wouldn't have been right."

"I know... but still!" Her voice rising a little again.

"I'll make it up to you, let's go on that date now. Should we go now?" You ask her, looking into her pained eyes as she remembers the moment after the midterms. She shoots you a glare, her mouth pouting a little.

"No."

"What?"

Chaewon gets off your lap, going to the classroom door and locking it with a click.

"What are you doing? If we're not going on a date, why did you lock the door, why are we staying here?"

"That's so Yuri or Yena don't come and disturb us." She sits back down in your lap, wrapping her arms around you and straddling your hips. "I want more than a date."

"More than a-" Before you finish your question Chaewon leans into you, her tongue needily probing your lips for access. You allow her in, and her tongue immediately searches for yours, exploring your mouth with passion. You feel her hands on the back of your head, pushing you deeper into the kiss. You elicit a soft moan from her when your tongue eventually pushes back, dipping briefly into her mouth. The moan snaps you out of the passionate makeout.

"Chaewon, we're moving too fast, we haven't even-"

"N-no we're not!" She says... angrily? Determinedly? at you. Her face is red as she follows up in a whisper. "We would've been doing this already if you just said yes then..."

"Chaewon, I, I..."  You fall silent, you don't know what to say to that at all.

"Please oppa, I... I want this so much, probably more than you do. Let's just do it here... okay?"

Stunned, you try to buy yourself some time to collect your thoughts. "W-wait, shouldn't we do this at... your dorm, or my place, or-"

"No, I waited for so long, I don't want to wait any longer." She shuts up all further attempts at conversation, smashing her lips on yours. You give in to her desires, wrapping your hands around her lower back, your tongue matching hers in intensity, fighting for dominance. Her hands go to your shirt, trying to take it off.

"Chaewon wait, that's too risky!"

"Fine!" Her hands go a little bit lower to your pants, unbuckling and unzipping your jeans. You feel a soft hand free your shaft from the confines of your boxers, your member already hard from the hurricane of passion Chaewon has swept you up in. She breaks the kiss momentarily, her other hand going underneath her skirt as she lifts her hips. While you are distracted by the touch of her hand guiding you, Chaewon positions herself just so, and with a dip of her hips you are instantly enveloped inside her.

"Oh god Chaewon!" You are blown away by the sudden explosion of pleasure, Chaewon matching your voice with a low moan of her own. "You're so wet..." You gasp out as she looks at you happily with fulfilled desire.

"I told you, I don't want to wait any longer." She presses her forehead against yours, looking into your eyes as she grinds on you. You struggle to maintain eye contact with her, the tightness of her walls forcing you to close your eyes in pleasure.

"Are you f-feeling good?" Chaewon asks between pants and bounces in your lap. You can only kiss her in reply, moaning into her mouth as she squeezes you tightly, your kiss pushing her to higher levels of arousal.

"Good... oppa you make me feel so good. I'm going crazy... so... good!" With a short squeal Chaewon hugs you tightly, panting heavily before melting into your arms with a soft whimper, her body shuddering through her climax. Her walls contract around you erratically, coating your shaft with her juices.

"Are you okay?" You kiss her cheek and peck at her lips, letting her come down from her high.

"Much better than okay..." She smiles at you giddily, her face flushed red in pleasure. "Your turn." Gripping the back of your chair for leverage she begins grinding on you, whining at how sensitive she feels after her orgasm. Your hands slip under her skirt, grabbing her thighs and squeezing them, letting Chaewon know just how good she's making you feel. Feeling you throb inside her, she ups the pace, sheathing you fully with every bounce in your lap, driving you to your limit.

"Chaewon I'm so close, you should get off-"

She shushes you with a kiss. "I came... prepared oppa. I want to feel you, just do it in me." She rides you with purpose, biting her lip as she looks at you, eagerly anticipating your peak. She continues to bob on top of you, her eyes shining with need, wanting to give you the same pleasure she felt. You kept looking into her eyes, the gaze you exchange with her filled with finally requited love, until you could look no longer.

"Ah, Chaewon, I-mmph!" Chaewon seals your lips with a kiss, your eyes forced shut by the strength of your orgasm. As you peak you pull her down into your lap, burying yourself to the hilt inside her, pouring all of your pent-up feelings into her warmth. Chaewon coos against you, her soft body quivering at being on the receiving end of your climax.

"You feel so hot oppa..." She sighs dreamily. You stroke her cheek tenderly, kissing her as you ride out your orgasm, making sure you have nothing left to give. She gets off you gingerly when you finish, the white mess you left in her slowly trickling down her thighs. You grab some tissues, the two of you cleaning up and readjusting your clothes.

Ready to go, you grasp her hand in yours, your fingers interlocking, Chaewon squeezes your hand in happiness as you look at her.

"Shall we?"

She nods at you, and you reach to unlock the door. She leans against you as the two of you walk down the hallway.

"Oppa, you should have said yes back then, so at one date a week that's about... 12 dates you owe me."

"12?!"

"Yes, 12, I'm still hurt you said no back then." She pouts, grabbing your phone and tapping her number in quickly, calling herself.

"That's my number, I'll see you at 7 tomorrow for our date okay?" She looks at you cutely - surely you're not going to say no?

"That's about 12 dates you owe me. I'll see you at 7 tomorrow for our date okay?" Before you have a chance to reply you hear the unmistakable accent of Yuri, and the blood drains from your face as you see a crowd of eleven come around the corner.

"Oooh what were you two doing for so long in a locked classroom?" Hyewon teases the two of you.

"Kwangbae you're dead!" Chaewon snaps at her, blushing furiously.

"Why are your clothes wrinkled? Don't say you just held hands, I won't believe you!" Yena adds in a singsong voice.

"Oppa you better treat Chaewon well!" Eunbi follows up, half playful, half threatening.

"I-I will..." You can only reply, running your hand through your hair in embarrassment. "Why are you all here?"

"We thought it was suspicious when Chaewon said she could pick up the tests for us, she never does anything nice for us."

"Eunbi unnie what are you saying! I always do nice stuff for you."

"Save it! Anyways oppa, can we borrow Chaewon just for tonight? You can have her every night after that, we want to hear all the details!"

"U-unnie! What are you saying!" Chaewon sputters as her friends separate her from you, pushing her down the hallway. She turns around to wave at you, her face still blushing red at being found out. You wave back at her, smiling like a puppy. You turn around and walk the other way, skipping your way back to your room.

Lying on the bed you check your phone to see a text from Chaewon.

Oppa I'll see you for date #1/12 tomrorow at 7 pm okay? I'll figure out where we should meet later.

Sure, I'll see you tomorrow <3

You debate for a while, finally deciding to add the heart symbol at the end. Turns out that was a mistake as you immediately get a call from her.

"Hello?"

"Ooooh a heart!" The rest of it is a mess of noise as you hear Chaewon screaming at her friends. After what sounds like a mad struggle for the phone you hear Chaewon's voice.

"Hello oppa?"

"A-are you okay there?"

"Yes, sorry for the call. I'm going to teach them a lesson now, I'll show them who Ssamu, the leader of Joyuriz is. Bye, mwah!" She hangs up with a click of the phone. Shaking your head you put down your phone and turn off the lights, unable to take your mind off your new girlfriend - you had so many questions for her, like who is Ssamu, and what is Joyuriz?

Whatever, you'll ask her tomorrow, tomorrow is going to be a good day... And every day with her after that.

A/N: Here’s the smut version, most of it is the same, other than the scene at the end. I hope you enjoy one of the versions, thank you for reading!

[to-star-lake]

ether [ pt. 2 ]

pairing | pjm/jjk x reader genre | angst, love triangle word count | 5.4k rating | M

You stared at the multiple missed calls from Jungkook on your screen, your thumb hovering over the notification, wondering if you should call him back. 

“Ugh,” you mumbled, feeling a headache come on, your head starting to pound and you tossed your phone aside. You pushed yourself up, struggling to pull your dress from your body before flipping the duvet over and crawling into bed, snuggling your face into your pillow. 

You took a deep breath in, ready to drift to sleep when you heard a faint buzzing from somewhere under the covers. You popped one eye open, annoyed, and felt around in the sheets until your hand landed on your phone. You grabbed ahold of it, and held it up to your face. 

Incoming call: Jungkook

Shit.

You sat up, holding your phone in your lap, staring at the lit up screen in your hands, wondering what to do. 

Fuck, just pick up the phone. 

You slid the bar across the screen and held your phone up to your ear, “Hello?” 

Nothing. 

“....JK?” you asked quietly. 

To this you heard a sigh, his breath huffing into the speaker. 

You felt your brows knit together. “Ok, if you’re not gonna say anything, I’m gonna hang up now-”

“Where are you,” he asked, though his tone made it sound more like a demand. 

“Home,” you scoffed at his question. 

“Why didn’t you pick up?”

“I was-” You fell backward onto your pillows, a blurry and rose-tinted image of Jimin pushing you against the wall, his hand between your legs flashed through your mind and you shook your head, “I was busy.” 

You heard nothing on the other end except for his breathing. A few moments passed before he said, “Who was that guy you left with?”

“Just someone I met at the bar,” you answered curtly. 

“You left with a guy you just met?”

The way he asked that question made a knot form in your stomach. “Why do you even care, JK?”

A few more moments of silence. 

“Are you with him now?”

“No, obviously not, I’m at home,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Where’d you go with him?”

“What’s with the interrogation, JK?” you heard yourself raising your voice. “You don’t hear me asking what you and Yuri were doing all night.” 

You heard a sharp exhale on the other end. “You shouldn’t just go places with some random guy you just met, he’s bad news-” 

“How can you say that, you have no idea who he is!” 

“Neither do you, that’s my point! You said yourself you just met him!” he was beginning to raise his voice too. 

“Yeah, so what, I just met him, and I happened to have had a great time with him. He’s nice, he’s funny, he’s incredibly attractive, and I’m going on a date with him tomorrow. So leave out of it, JK.” you huffed, hanging up the phone, angrily tossing it aside. 

You stared up at the ceiling, taking a few deep breaths trying to calm yourself down. Why the hell does he care? Besides, it’s not like you even owe him any explanation. 

You slid down further into bed, pulling the covers over you when you heard your phone buzzing again beside you. 

Glancing over, you saw Jungkook’s name come up on the screen and you picked up your phone, getting out of bed, and walked it out to your kitchen counter and set it down and watched as it continued to vibrate on the marble surface. 

You left it there, turning and heading back into your bedroom, slamming the door shut. You pulled the covers over your shoulder and thought for a moment back to when you saw Yuri clinging onto Jungkook’s arm at the bar earlier. You wondered if she asked him to take her home. You wondered if she invited him up to his apartment. You wondered if he said yes. 

-

In the morning, you woke to a horrible high-pitched buzzing coming from your front door. 

“Ugh,” you moaned, sitting up and rubbing your eyes, a dull pounding in your head from a lingering hangover making you dizzy. You blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the bright morning sunlight, and looked over at the clock on your nightstand. 

It read 10:00AM. 

Oh, shit. 

You flew out of the covers, bursting through your bedroom door and running towards the buzzing intercom in your living room, almost sliding and falling on the rug. 

“Yes?” you hit the speaker quickly. 

“Miss Y/N?” it was Johnny, the security guard downstairs. “Um, there’s a guy here, says he’s here to see you?” 

You stood by the intercom for a moment, stunned. 

Did he really come back, at 10AM, like he said he would? It took you a few moments to hit the intercom again. 

“What’s he look like?” 

“Uh, about 5’8, gray hair though he’s not, like, old, umm” he lowered his voice, “He showed up in a McLaren.” 

You heard a soft laugh escape your lips at the description. 

“Johnny, please tell him I’m sorry to be late, I’ll be downstairs in 15, please be nice!” and with that you ran back through your bedroom, pulling your underwear down from your hips, almost tripping over them as they fell to your ankles. You stumbled into your bathroom, turning the water on and jumping in immediately, flinching as the cold water hit your skin. 

You doused your body in soap, rinsing shampoo through your hair as quickly as possible, and flew out of the shower, tousling your hair with a towel. You slid on a bralette and a matching pair of underwear, pausing for a moment in your closet and realizing you had no idea what he has planned for today and therefore did not know what would be appropriate dress. 

You reached for a pretty shimmery blouse and then held yourself back, thinking you didn’t want to look like you’re trying too hard. But he must be dressed nicely, like he was last night, you thought to yourself. 

“Ahh, fuck it,” you muttered, pulling down a plain white t-shirt and a pair of Levi’s from the shelf and threw it on. Grabbing a cardigan and your purse from your desk, you skipped back out through the kitchen, and kicking on your shoes, flew out your front door, tapping your foot nervously as you waited for the elevator. 

You stepped out on the ground floor and turned to walk through the courtyard, and at the security desk you saw Jimin, one side of his silver hair slicked back, the other hanging loosely over his eyes, his long legs in a pair of black jeans, and a black and white striped t-shirt under an expertly distressed plaid shirt. 

He was leaning onto his elbows on the security desk, laughing at Johnny, who was waving his arms around, describing something. You took a deep breath, puffing out your cheeks, finding yourself having to shake some messy thoughts away looking at the lines of muscles on his legs as he shifted his weight. 

“Yo, Y/N!” Johnny called out, and you watched as Jimin turned to face you, and you suddenly became hyper aware of how your legs moved under you, like you had to consciously remember how to walk. 

“I was just talking with your man here about his cars,” Johnny boasted as you walked up. “I was telling him, the Wraith and the SV Roadster are some fine vehicles, but the engine in that P1,” he held his hand up to his lips in a chef’s kiss. “Mmm, when it comes to engines you can’t beat McLaren.” 

You turned to see Jimin smiling, his body leaned lazily against the table. “And I was just telling Johnny he should stop by the house on the island sometime. I’ve got the MP4/6 from the Formula 1 series in Monaco from a few years ago,” he said, grinning and totally serious. 

“Ha, cool cool, let’s see so that was a Rolls, a Lam, and an original F1 race car?” You tugged at your shirt. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” 

He laughed, reaching his hand out to your waist, standing upright and leaned in to give you a kiss, but you flinched at the sudden contact. 

“Woah, ok, I’m gonna just head back to my office and leave you guys to do, uh, whatever you were gonna do,” Johnny threw his hands up, backing away slowly. “It was nice meeting you man, don’t be a stranger, bring over one of the other toys next time. I’m totally gonna take you up on the offer to see the F1 car too!” he called out to Jimin before turning and walking into the back office. 

You turned and looked up at him, slightly embarrassed, “I’m sorry, I uh, I can’t believe you actually came.” 

“What, you didn’t think I’d show up?” he reached both arms around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss, and you felt your legs press together the moment his lips touched yours. “I’m a man that keeps his promises,” he pulled away, grinning. “Did you sleep well?”  

“Uh..” you felt your cheeks grow hot at his implication. “It was fine,” you answered sheepishly. “Um, so where are we going?” 

He led you out to his car and holding the door open for you, beaming, saying “This is going to be the cheesiest date of your life.” 

-

The day began at the aquarium, where he led you from exhibit to exhibit, mimicking the tiny fluorescent ocean fish, outrightly gawking at the sharks swimming above a glass tunnel, squeezing your arm and squealing about how cute the penguins were. 

He’d suck his cheeks in, making a fish face, asking ‘Is that how they breathe? Do their lips have to be like that?” 

You’d laugh and he’d pout, “Stop laughing at me!” 

“I’m not laughing at you Jimin, I’m laughing with you!” 

“You are! You’re laughing at me, and I don’t like it,” he’d cross his arms in front of his chest, walking a few steps in front of you. 

“Fish breathe through their gills, Jimin, they don’t breathe through their mouths,” you giggled, chasing after him. 

“Yeah, obviously I knew that,” he’d huff, still feigning like he was upset, but reached down and took your hand in his. 

He had you clutching your stomach in laughter as he gushed about the dolphin show, insisting that the two of you stop in every gift shop along the way, buying stuffed clownfish, stuffed blue tangs, stuffed otters, anything he found so adorable he couldn’t help but get it. And he shoved them all into your arms, “They’re for you!” he’d insist, smiling brightly. 

“I don’t need this many stuffed animals, Jimin, I’m not 5,” you laughed, soon unable to see over the stack of stuffed toys in your arms as you waited for your coffees at the cafe by one of the gift shops in the lobby. 

“Yes you do, I want you to have something to remember this day by,” Jimin pouted, reaching his arms around your waist in a back hug. 

“So just one souvenir wouldn’t have been enough? What’s wrong with a nice refrigerator magnet?” you laughed, feeling the muscles on your stomach tense when he flattened his hands against you, leaning his head down over your shoulder, his cologne wafting down. 

“Refrigerator magnets are lame,” he rolled his eyes, walking over to the counter to pick up your coffees and leading you out to the car to drop off all the stuffed toys. 

You spent the rest of the afternoon walking hand in hand along the river, and he asked you endless questions about yourself - about your favorite everything; books, movies, music, places you’ve been, about your work, about your family. And you asked in turn, discovering that in addition to being incredibly cheeky, kind, and an absolute jokester, he was also extremely smart and well-read. 

The two of you bonded over a mutual love of Hayao Miyazaki’s early works, Hunter S. Thompson and Kerouac, that both of you loved to listen to gloomy acoustic songs because somehow they cheered you up.  

He paused for a moment, leaning forward onto his elbows on the metal barrier by the river and you stopped next to him, resting your hands on the cold metal, taking a deep breath in. He reached his arms around your shoulders, moving to stand behind you, leaning his face down against yours. 

“Y/N,” he whispered against your skin, his lips tickling your cheek. 

“Yes?” you smiled, and he squeezed his arms tighter around you. 

“I had a lot of fun today,” he leaned his face down to the base of your neck, breathing onto your bare skin. You leaned into the cold metal of the barrier, feeling him press his body closer to you. 

“I did too,” you sighed, breathing in his cologne and closing your eyes as he laced his fingers with yours, turning you around to face him. 

You looked up to see his smiling eyes, glowing in the late afternoon light. 

“So did you think more on what we talked about last night?” he leaned down and whispered in your ear. You felt goosebumps rise on your arm at his words. 

“I uh, I haven’t..” you looked up at him nervously. 

He smiled, “That’s okay, because after I left, I did a lot of thinking about it,” he leaned down, kissing the corner of your mouth. 

“Really?” you asked shakily, his hands sliding down your waist to your hips. 

“Mhmm,” his lips traveled across your cheek. “I thought about it on my drive home,” he kissed at your jaw, “In the shower,” he leaned over you, lowering his lips to yours. “In bed, all by myself,” you felt a dull throbbing sensation as he pushed his mouth open with his. 

“Um, mm, what- what did you think about?” you murmured into his lips as his tongue rolled past your teeth, his taste making you weak at the knees, remembering last night. 

“You want me to tell you?”

“Could you show me?” 

-

He drove quickly through the city streets, pulling the car to a stop in front of your apartment complex. The two of you made your way past the security desk, across the courtyard, rolling against the wall, him pushing you into the bricks, his lips pressed against yours greedily, and you barely registered Johnny waving his hands out as the two of you stumbled past his desk, trying to tell you something. 

Jimin pushed you back into the elevator and you reached your hand out, pressing the button to your floor clumsily, his body pressed hard against yours in the corner, his lips latched onto your neck, pulling your leg up around his waist. 

“You’ll have to take it from here, I have no idea where I’m going,” he slid his fingers through the loop on your jeans, pulling you from the elevator when the doors opened to your floor, making you fall against his chest, giggling. 

When you turned, you saw a dark figure stand up a couple of doors down, in front of your apartment at the end of the hall, stopping you dead in your tracks. 

“JK-”

He stood upright, sliding his hands into the pockets of his gray sweatpants, his backpack by his feet, standing in front of your door, his jaw protruding from clenching his teeth down together upon seeing you and Jimin exit the elevator. 

“Y/N, who’s this?” Jimin asked, grabbing your wrist and pulling you behind him. 

You saw Jungkook take a step toward you guys and you immediately tugged at Jimin’s arms, turning him around to face you. 

“He’s um, he’s a friend. Jimin, I- can we take a rain check?”

He looked at you for a few moments. “What’s going on Y/N?”

“It’s, it’s nothing, he’s just a friend, he’s been having a hard time recently,” you lied, trying to reassure him. “I just need to talk to him.”

“You’ll be alright?” 

You nodded.

He sighed, leaning past you, reaching to hit the button to call the elevator. “Call me later,” he said, taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze before stepping into the opened elevator. You saw him smiling at you softly as the doors closed. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked in a biting tone as you spun around and stomped down the hall to your apartment door, blowing right past Jungkook. 

“You wouldn’t answer my calls.” You saw him pick up his backpack, swinging it over his shoulder and following you to your door. 

You unlocked it, holding the door only a little ajar and turning to face him. 

“I left my phone at home, and I was busy.” you emphasized, turning to face him, jumping a little in surprise finding him stepping close to you, his body towering over yours. 

He pushed past you into your apartment, dropping his backpack beside the coffee table. 

“JK, what are you doing,” you walked in, slamming the door behind you, crossing your arms in front of your chest as he pulled the long sleeves of his black t-shirt up and began clearing the mugs and plates from your counters. 

“Your kitchen’s a mess,” he answered through clenched teeth. 

“Yeah, well I got home late from work last night and ate quickly so I could meet Tae at the bar,” you tossed your purse onto the sofa, staring at Jungkook in frustration as he angrily tossed everything into the sink, the glasses clanging against each other. “JK, what the hell-”

“Are you fucking him?” he swung around. 

“What?” you held your arms in closer across your chest, defensive. “What are you talking about-”

“That guy you were just with, are you fucking him?” he repeated. 

You scoffed, walking past the kitchen island toward the bathroom, “No, I’m not fucking him.”

“Hey,” he caught your arm and you swung around. 

“What, JK , what?” you twisted your arm loose. 

Looking up at him, you were slightly taken aback by the way his eyes suddenly softened. “I came by to apologize, I just-” he slid his hands back into his pockets, looking down at his feet. “I just wanted to check on you, make sure you were ok.” 

You crossed your arms back over your chest. “Well I’m perfectly fine, satisfied?” 

“Y/N,” he reached a hand out to your elbow.

“No, JK,” you rolled your shoulder back, dodging him. “I don’t-” you looked around you, exasperated and trying to find the words. “His name is Jimin, ok? And I like him. I like him a lot. We just spent the day together, and he’s so sweet and- so I need you to stop doing this, ok? I need you to stop coming around, I need you to stop showing up at my house randomly and calling me at all hours of the night. I need you to leave me alone, ok?”

“Y/N..” he took a step toward you and you stepped back. 

“JK, stop. Alright? Just stop. I don’t know what you’re doing, you just-” you ran your hands through your hair, your frustration boiling over. “You don’t like me, you’re not my boyfriend, so why do you keep coming around? You come around and, fuck,” you felt a rush of adrenaline coming on. “You make me so angry, JK. You come around, you make me food, you watch movies with me in bed, you sleep here, and then, and then you just leave! You leave, and I don’t hear from you for days, I don’t know where you are or what you’re doing, except for the next time you decide to randomly show up at my door, and I can’t do this anymore, ok, I’m done with thi-”

You were cut off by JK’s hands grabbing onto your arms and pushing you back against the door to your bedroom, and his lips locking onto yours. 

You looked up at him in shock, eyes wide as he cupped your face in his hands, and you were brought back to that night during junior year in college when he took you home. He moved his lips against yours and you wondered why it felt different. He slid his arms around you, his muscles squeezing you in and you wondered when he’d gotten this strong. 

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, pulling away and leaning his forehead down against yours. “I’m not good at any of this, I don’t know what to do.” He took a deep breath in, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “Y/N, you’ve gotta know how I feel about you, you must.” 

“Then why do you keep leaving?” you asked quietly. 

“Because I don’t know how to be around you,” he whispered. “Remember when we first met at Taehyung’s house our first year of school? You were coming over to help him study for an Econ exam and we realized we had the same professor?” 

You nodded, remembering walking into Tae’s house that day thinking it was a day like any other. It was a gloomy Saturday, and you were wearing just a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, your hair in a messy bun, an armful of books, chugging a large coffee as you walked up the steps to Taehyung’s apartment.

You remember knocking, and when the door opened, a guy you didn’t recognize opened the door. You remember seeing him for the first time, in a black t-shirt and his dark brown hair hanging over a pair of sleepy but glittering eyes. 

“Oh, um, hi, is Taehyung home?” you asked meekly, questioning for a second if you knocked on the right door since you remembered Taehyung didn’t have roommates. And from behind his shoulder you saw Taehyung emerge in his pajamas. 

“Yoo,” he gestured to you and you stepped inside. “Y/N, this is Jungkook, Jungkook, this is Y/N. JK’s in my fantasy league, he’s got Georges for Econ, too, but he’s in the Tuesday/Thursday class.” 

“Hey,” you said, handing Taehyung his latte, which is really a cup of milk and sugar with a tablespoon of espresso, chuckling softly to yourself that fantasy football is really a way boys make friends. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be here otherwise I would’ve brought you something too.” 

He shrugged, “It’s all good.” 

You dropped your books down on the table in the living room where his and Taehyung’s books weren’t even open yet, but the TV was on and you saw a paused game of Fifa. 

“Really, guys?” you rolled your eyes at this, unzipping a bag of flashcards and opening your laptop on the table. 

Jungkook walked over and turned off the TV, much to Taehyung’s protest and took a seat beside you, opening his textbook as well and you saw the pages were all highlighted, with lots of notes scribbled in the margins. 

Meanwhile, Taehyung turned the TV back on, sliding a headset over his ears and scooting a chair right in front of the console and started a solo game. The spine on his textbook looked brand new, most likely because he’d never even cracked open his textbook. 

“So, did you understand last week’s lecture on game theory?” Jungkook asked shyly. 

“Oh yeah, I learned most of that in high school already, the predictive models are super easy-” you paused, looking up and seeing Jungkook staring back at you, wide-eyed and you realized he was asking because he didn’t understand any of it. “Heh, sorry, um, do you understand the basics and why it’s relevant to strategic decision making?”

He shook his head, dismayed. 

You laughed softly, seeing him bite onto his lip in frustration. “It’s ok, we’ll work through it,” you smiled. 

You spent the rest of that day explaining game theory to Jungkook, drawing out diagrams and coming up with metaphors to help him remember various formulas. You offered him a set of flashcards you still kept from your high school business class and he thanked you endlessly. The three of you soon lapsed into easy conversation and laughter once Taehyung was fed up with the teenagers he was gaming with online and ordered pizza and you guys just hung out through the evening. 

-

You felt yourself smiling, recalling the memory. “Yeah, you didn’t understand game theory,” you laughed. 

“When I opened the door and saw you that day, it knocked the air from my lungs,” he said, caressing your cheek with his thumb. He sighed and looked down at you with sad eyes. “I know I’ve been an asshole, it’s just- when we started spending more time together, I really started falling for you. But I held myself back because you were still dating that guy, but then when the two of you broke up-”

You remembered the exact night he was referring to. 

“You’re the first girl I’ve ever loved, Y/N,” he leaned down close. “I don’t know what to do because,” his voice dropped to a whisper. “Because I want you to be the last.” 

-

When Jungkook left, you flopped yourself down onto your couch, cheeks flushed, in a euphoric haze from what just happened. His words kept playing on repeat in your head like a lullaby - You’re the first girl I’ve ever loved, Y/N. And I want you to be the last.

“I just want to take things slow, I want to make sure I get this right,” you remembered he said, leaning down to kiss you again. 

“Okay,” You reached your arms up around his neck, holding him, giddy like an excited child at his confessions. 

You ran a hand through your hair and flopped about on your couch, picking up a throw pillow and squeezing it, still giddy, a smile plastered across your face like a fool. 

You heard your phone buzz on the beside table and you turned over, holding the screen up to see an incoming text.

Jimin: Hey, are you alright?

Shit. You remembered you were meant to call him to let him know you were doing alright. 

Yep, I’m good, thanks for checking in! you quickly wrote back. 

You watched three little dots flash up on the left hand side as he typed. 

Jimin: You wanna come meet me at Bemelmans? I have something I want to ask you.

You looked at the screen for a few moments, mood dropping suddenly. “Ugh, crap, what do I do,” you mumbled quietly to yourself, suddenly remembering the pile of stuffed animals Jimin bought you at the aquarium probably still sitting in the backseat of his car. 

You decided that you should tell him in person that it wouldn’t be a good idea for you to see him anymore. 

Yep, I can be there in 20. 

-

You stepped down the stone steps and through the bronze doors of Bemelmans and saw Jimin seated in the exact same spot he was last night at the bar.

“Hi Y/N,” he turned and saw you walk in, smiling. 

“Hey,” you smiled back, taking a seat beside him and the bartender slid a martini across for you. 

“I had it waiting for you,” Jimin grinned. 

“Oh, that’s really nice of you, thanks,” you laughed nervously. 

“Everything ok with your friend?” he asked, tilting his head to look at you. 

“Yeah..um, Jimin, look-” 

He swung back in his seat, pouting, “Uugghh, I knew it! So who is he? He’s your ex-boyfriend isn’t he? You’re getting back together?” He leaned forward onto the bar, dropping his head on his arm, whining. 

You sat frozen in your seat, completely taken aback by his cavalier and cute display. You studied his expression for a few moments, surprised that there was no anger or agitation in his voice as he spoke. You decided you’d just tell him the truth. And he listened quietly, his eyes watching yours intently, without judgement. 

“And then when he showed up today, and he told me he loves me, and, well it was kinda magical, like I’d been waiting for this for so long, you know?” you stopped, seeing how kindly he was smiling at you. 

“Well, I hope it’s not too forward for me to say that he is definitely not good enough for you,” he smiled, leaning onto his elbow on the bar. 

You laughed, “I’m...I’m cautiously optimistic to see where it goes...Oh, shit, Jimin!” you shot up in your seat. 

“Hmm?” He looked up at you with startled eyes. 

“What’s your Venmo? Let me pay you for all those stuffed animals, I feel so badly-”

He burst into laughter at this. “Y/N, love, don’t worry about it, it was my pleasure. It was a lovely date, after all, I haven’t had a fun day like this in a long time.” He reached his arms out to settle you back into the seat. 

“Are you sure? I feel really bad,” you mumbled. 

He sat looking at you quietly for a few moments. “You could make it up to me.” 

You flashed him a look as the devious grin grew on his face. “Jimin…” you said in a warning tone. 

He laughed, “No, no, nothing like that. I wanted you to come here to ask you something anyways, don’t worry, it’s a completely innocent request.” 

You sat up straight, “Ok, what is it?” 

“There’s this event I have to go to tomorrow night,” he took a sip of his drink, looking at you over the rim of the embossed glass. “It’s not really something I want to have to go to alone, and I was going to ask you to be my date. Now, I heard everything you just told me and I’m very happy for you. But given that I’ve really enjoyed your company, I’d still like to ask you to come with me. As a friend.” 

-

You thought about his question in perfect stillness as he drove you back to your apartment. When the car came to a stop, you lingered for a moment, looking out the passenger door window.

“What kind of event is it?” you asked. 

“Something for work,” he said simply, turning to look at you. 

“Like a work party?” 

“Yeah, something like that,” he smiled. 

“Is it casual?” 

He laughed, brushing his hand across his lip, “It’s actually quite formal.” 

You were glad for this response because this gave you an easy reason for why you couldn’t attend. “So everyone there will be like you, like in your network? I just, I don’t think I have anything to wear for an event like that..”

He looked at you for a moment and then turned, reaching back to the backseat and brought out a large, flat box sitting on the floor below all the stuffed animals. He handed it to you and you stared down at the large white box, with gold leaf along the edges, a band of black silk around it, tied in a large bow, an embossed mirrored double C logo on the top. 

“Jimin..” you shook your head, pushing the box back towards him. 

He pursed his lips, refusing to take it back. “Listen, I’ll be back here to pick you up at 8 tomorrow night. You think on if you want to come. If you do, you can wear this or something of your own, it really doesn’t matter to me, I know you’ll be lovely no matter what you wear. I went to the showroom to pick up my suit earlier and saw this dress in the window, and I thought of you so I got it,” he smiled softly. 

You looked down at the box in your lap and then back up at him, still making a gesture to give it back, but he held up his hand, shaking his head. 

“It’s up to you, love,” he looked at you with soft eyes.

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We’re Best Friends Now

X1 AU: 12th member

Mya x X1

Mya gets very excited when she doesn’t have to speak Korean

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“I love your hair!” Mya gushed to the fan in front of her. “Did you do it yourself?”

“Yeah.” The fan grinned. “I’m so happy you like it.”

Mya reached forward and took hold of the end of the fan’s intricate braid, considering it carefully. “It’s so beautiful! Will you come to another fansign?”

“I will. Thank you for-” 

The staff signalled that it was time to move on.

“It was so nice to meet you!” Mya waved as the girl descended the steps and back into the crowd.

She took the next album and sighed it quickly.

“Hi, Yuri!” She looked up excitedly. “Are you having fun?”

“I’m having fun.” The girl repeated uncertainly. 

Mya detected a hint of an accent and her eyes widened slightly. “Where are you from?”

“Japan.” Yuri said quietly. “I’m here studying.”

Mya’s gasp of excitement was audible throughout the entire room, and it prompted Seungwoo and Hangyul to both look up in concern.

What they found was Mya in her absolute element. None of them could understand a word, especially at the rapidfire speed Mya was speaking.

“I haven’t spoken Japanese in forever!” Mya exclaimed. “Except with my brother. Do you have siblings? None of the boys speak good Japanese, but I’m trying to teach Seungwoo. I was worried that my accent was getting worse, do you think it sounds okay? I’m so scared that if we do a concert in Japan and my-”

“Mimi-” Dohyon poked her from the spot next to her. “You have to let her speak.”

Mya clapped her hands over her mouth. “I’m so sorry! What were your questions?”

“I didn’t have any.” Yuri reassured her. “I just wanted to tell you how much of a fan I am. It’s nice to see a female rapper who’s Japanese. I hope you do really really well.”

“That really means so much.” Mya beamed. “If you’re studying in Korea, will you come to more fansigns? I need to speak to my Japanese buddy.”

“I’ll try.” Yuri promised.

“Yay!” The staff signalled to move on. Mya reached forward and gave Yuri’s hand a squeeze. “Good luck, friend. Korean is hard, but the people are very nice. I promise you’ll get the hang of it.”

“Thank you!” Mya blew her a kiss as she walked away.

In the van on the way home, Mya couldn’t stop smiling. She had the Sailor Moon soundtrack on repeat in her headphones, and was kicking her feet absentmindedly as she stared out the window.

Someone poked her in the side. She removed her headphones as she turned towards Wooseok.

“Wassup?” She asked, grinning brightly.

He shook his head. “I really wish Dohyon hadn’t started teaching you slang.”

Mya shrugged. “I need to get better at it.”

He rested his head on her shoulder, moving one of her pigtails out of his eye. “Did you like the fansign today?”

“I loved it.” Mya nodded, grabbing his hand.

“I saw you got really excited talking to that Japanese girl.” He said quietly. “Was she cool?”

“Yeah, really cool.” Mya sighed. “It was nice to speak without having to think about every word before I say it.”

Wooseok looked up at her. She was still smiling, but he could see a glimmer of sadness in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Mimi.”

“Sorry? For what?” She seemed surprised.

Wooseok squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry we can’t help you more.”

“You guys help me all the time.” Mya answered. “All of the fun Korean words, I learn from you guys.”

“I know. But I’m still sorry that we can’t make you feel at home.” He told her. “It isn’t fair that everything is harder for you.”

“I signed up for it.” She said quietly. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” He closed his eyes, leaning further into her shoulder. “Teach me something.”

“What?”

“How am I going to be a good Japanese buddy unless I know Japanese. Teach me something.”

Mya gave a tiny smile. “What do you want to learn?”

“You pick. Something fun.”

Mya grinned, before saying something in Japanese.

Wooseok repeated it with only slight hesitation. “How was that?”

“Perfect.” Mya smiled.

“What did I say?”

“I’m lazy and uncoordinated.”

“Yah.” He sat up. “I was being sweet.”

“You were.” Mya patted his head. “But I don’t need you to feel bad for me. I like working hard, and I like speaking Korean.”

“You’d tell us if it ever got too hard, right?”

“Right.” She nodded. “But right now, it’s mostly fun.”

“Mostly?”

“Mostly.” She agreed. “I got the word for cat and tiger confused again. I just don’t understand why they’re so similar!”

[stefandesofia]

The Strongest Flowers Bloom in Winter

It's a cold winter day one January morning, when you were running late for class. Again. You have Math class with Mr. Thompson. You had just woken up to stop your alarm, reaching your hand over to slap your phone and went back to sleep without even realising it-

“Actually no, I was fully aware of what I was doing. I just hate Matt’s class and would rather risk expulsion, than stay more than 20 minutes there. I mean, trigonometry? Why do I need to know that?”

Of course. You are in a real hurry to get there, be it because you wanted to make it to class, or to escape from the cold. The frigid air was blowing through your jacket, causing you to shiver as you were waiting for the bus. You pull your hat further down on your head, and stuff your hands deep in your pockets. 

With a his and several creaks and sighs, the old bus came to a skidding halt a bit past the stop. You swear and run to the nearest door, getting in just at the nick of time, before the driver closed the doors. 

Inside the bus was almost colder than outside. The windows on these old busses tended to be stuck open during the winter months and stuck closed during the summer months. You didn’t know if that was on purpose, but it made the morning commute a real pain to deal with. 

As you sat down, facing away from the front window, as you always do, you see a figure running towards the bus. It’s the boy that always travels with you. His open jacket showed a black Sabaton t-shirt, your favorite band. His hair waving in the cold air, in the same motion that his hand was taking, waving the bus driver down, yet the bus driver didn’t seem to care, and just kept going. 

You decided to take things into your own hands. You stood up and went to the driver to tell him to stop the bus, since the boy was chasing after it-

“Why would I do that? I am already cold, and sitting here is just fine, thank you! Also I don’t know this guy, so I have no obligation to help him.”

You take a second to think. If you were to stop the bus, you will be able to talk with the boy about your common interests. You decide that you will stop the bus after al-

“No, I don’t. What I actually do is continue dreading going to class and sit here in silence.”

Fine. You sat there, in the cold, the bus taking sharp turns and sliding every chance possible and shaking you around. It takes you a while, but you do finally make it to school. You get off the bus and start walking towards the brick building. Up in front, you see a large, burly figure, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, seemingly unfazed by the cold. You recognise this as Sam, your friend since childhood. You’ve known each other for what seems like forever, and always shared your deepest secrets. When he sees you, his eyes beam. 

“Hey, I was waiting for you, I was hoping we can walk to class together” said Sam, his meaty, hairy arms exuding heat that you can almost feel through your jacket. 

“No, thank you. Not interested. Also, how can I feel the heat through my jacket? Standing at 6 ft. away, the only thing I can feel is cold. No normal person can ‘exude’ heat enough to actually warm up a winter morning.”

“Oh, I understand. That’s okay, I’ll see you at lunch, maybe?”

“You probably won’t! I am actively trying to avoid you!”

Why are you like this? I am just trying to help you. And you don’t want to accept my help. It’s okay, we can roll with it. Once you start walking through the hallways, you start to get feeling back in your toes. The warmth of the building is bringing the life back into your frozen body. 

Along the way to Mr. Thompson’s class, you cross eyes with several boys, all smiling at you. You meet their gaze and smile back-

“Okay, really? That’s the best you got? Why would they smile at me? Why would I be even looking at them? Makes no sense! I am an antisocial outcast. I avoid people’s faces, and stick to myself.”

You avoid people’s faces and go straight to the classroom. You greet Mr. Thompson-

“Matt.”

You greet Matt, he looks at you with discomfort at your casual remark at your formal educator. 

On your way to your desk, all eyes are on you, and as you sit down and take your textbook out, a note gets slid onto your desk. It’s from the boy in front. You know his name is Emiel. His natural red hair, dropping in long curls on either side of his face, perfectly framing his emerald green eyes. He gives you a devilish smile, and waits for you to read the note. 

You take it in your hand and-

“I crush it up and toss it back to him, looking him in the eyes all the while.”

You crush the note and toss it back to him, why not. He looks at you with sadness in his eyes, as you see them start watering. Emiel turns around and sobs quietly for a while. 

The rest of Mr. Thompson’s class-

“Matt’s class. Can’t be dating my dad and be Mr. Thompson. He made his choices and now he has to deal with the consequences.”

I mean, you are not wrong, but he still is your teacher and deserves some respect. Using honorifics is the least you can do. Anyway. 

Lunch time comes, and you take your lunchbox, and head to the cafeteria. You manage to find a table and sit alone there. You open the box and see what your dad packed you. Inside is a sandwich, a fresh pear and a note. As you are about to open it up, it gets ripped out of your hand by the local bully. Kyle-Jason, a boy that’s been held back a few years, wearing an old, faded Guns & Roses long sleeved shirt, and a worn out pair of jeans, with dirty shoes. 

“What do we have here?” he says. “‘Hey, honey, I wish you have a great day at school today! I love you so much! Dad <3’ Awww, look at the baby, gotta have your daddy make you lunch?”

“I don’t, but it’s a nice gesture.”

“Yeah? And this note? Are you in looooooove? Ha-ha!”

“Hey, stop that!” you hear a voice from the other side of the room. It’s Jacob, the star quarterback of the football team. His short blond hair, his striking aquamarine eyes, his sports jacket, hiding his muscular body, all headed towards you and Kyle-Jason.

“Listen, I really don’t need your help, I can deal with this dirty stain on my own. And you!” you call out to Kyle-Jason, catching him unprepared. “It’s my father. It’s some of the most natural thing in the world for a parent to love their child and vice-versa. I can only feel pity for you, since it seems you have never felt the affection of another creature. How does it feel to know you have never been loved and that no one will ever love you? Tell us all! Tell the whole CAFETERIA how that feels.”

Everyone is quiet, eyes locked on you and on Kyle-Jason. Jacob takes a couple steps forward and says:

“Dude, that was cold, are you okay? Do you need to talk?”

“You’re asking if I need to talk? Not the person that I just destroyed with words? Look at him! He’s speechless. You want to help someone, go for this waste of air.”

Jacob takes a few steps forward and places his hand on your shoulder. You look up to meet his gaze. You see sadness in his eyes, and get sad in return-

“I don’t. I have nothing to feel sad about. I defended myself against a bully, put him in his place, and continued with my life!”

Kyle-Jason also looks up, angry, but in his eyes, you can also see, sadness, deeper than anything you have ever seen. He looks at you, and you see his rough outer shell cracking. You see, for just a brief moment, the sensitive, lonely boy, and just for a moment, you wish you had kept quiet-

“I really don’t. I was fully in my right here. You want me to just left myself be bullied?”

Fine, alright. Once lunch was over, you have Chemistry. You make your way to the lab. You enter and you sit at your desk, behind the beakers and take out your textbook. 

The teacher, Ms. Brahmin, enters the class with the words: 

“Today, we have a new student! Everybody, meet Zac! Come in Zac!”

And a boy enters the room. He’s wearing an oversized hoodie with a faded red heart on the front, covering most of his head, but what you can see from his face is his incredibly clear and beautiful skin and a pair of eyes, so dark, they are almost black. His ripped jeans are skin tight along his long slender legs with a chain hanging on one side. Ms. Brahmin looks around and sees the empty seat next to me: “You can sit over there, Zac.”

Zac approaches your seat and introduces himself:

“Hello, I’m Zac. Looks like we’ll be sitting next to each other in this class. Hope we become good friends.” Zac says with a smile on his face. Now that you get a good look at him, his face is very clean, and very beautiful. Immediately, you feel your heart skip a beat, as you gaze deep into his near black, brown eyes. You move your chair off to the side, as you give him a warm smile-

“Okay, but how about No? I mean, I literally have no inclination towards this guy.”

-as you give him a warm smi-

“I do no such thing! In fact, I frown even more!”

...fine. When seeing your incredibly ugly frown, Zac looks down at you with a smile and says: “If you’d like, I can ask the teacher to have us switch partners?”

“I would like that very much, in fact! I won’t be one of your ‘yuri’ protags, you got that?”

“Pardon me?” asks Zac.

“I’m not talking to you, hoodie, I’m talking to Him! And he’s just ignoring me now!”

“I don’t understand, who’s ‘Him’?”

“Nope! Not doing this! Go sit elsewhere!”

As you say that, Zac, visibly shook, starts walking back to the teacher. He gets sat down on a different desk, and all the while the class is happening, he keeps throwing sad glances in your direction.

The rest of the day was mostly uneventful.You pack your bag in the afternoon, you get dressed in your warm jacket again, and head out. As you’re about to round the corner, you see the bus leaving your bus stop. You swear, as you realise the next one won’t be here for at least an hour. You start walking home, with the idea that you will, at least, keep yourself warm from the movement. 

As you’re walking, trying to keep the cold at bay, a car slows down next to you, keeping with your walking speed. The window rolls down, and you see Sam’s pudgy, happy face. 

“Hey there! You look cold, can I give you a lift?”

You think about it for a moment, a warm car will definitely be better than walking alone through the snow. You look Sam in his deep auburn eyes, and agree with his proposal-

“Nah, I’d rather walk.”

“Are you sure? It’s pretty cold, don’t want you to catch a cold or something.”

Sam looks at you with pleading eyes. Just seeing the puppy face he gives you makes you want to accept his invitation. You take a deep breath and accept-

“Yup, pretty dang certain. Just drive on, chubster!”

Sam, looking even sadder than before, rolls up the window, and speeds down the street disappearing behind a corner. 

Are you glad now? I have been trying to make you happy all day, and yet, you have been working specifically against me. Was it to spite me? Was it to cause me grief? What have I done that was so bad that you would go so crazy and just specifically do everything against what I said?

“No one makes decisions for me. Especially decisions involving another person. You might have control over my life, and what happens to me, but I will not let you bring anyone else inside this twisted game that you call ‘My Life’. I would rather end it all, than let you twist someone else like a pawn, the way that you’ve been twisting me!”

Oh yeah? And why do you think I am so bad? And that everything I say must be a ploy to manipulate you. Matter of fact is, I am just a narrator to your story. I don’t have any control over your life. I am just here, narrating what happens to you. Newsflash, you have full freedom in what you do. You want to blame me for everything bad that happens to you? Well, too bad, cause it’s all on you!

“Yeah, well, maybe your existence is enough to drive anyone mad. Have you thought about just going away? Just letting me live my life? I don’t need some narrator to tell me what happens to me and in my life. I just want to be left alone, to do what I want, without the influence of some voice telling me that I am living my life wrong! How about I tell you when I need you, huh? Just go away!”

“Hello?”

“I can’t believe it! He’s actually gone! I’m free!”

Because of the cold weather and because of dumb stubbornness, our hero got tired, got cold, and sat down just to rest his eyes, never to wake again. 

[crystalwillow]

Friendbound

Hello my loves! I just wanted to pop in here with a little note before you read this fiction. I had originally planned to make this a two part fiction to post on two different days in one week but then I realized that I’m not going to be able to do that just due to the fact I am so back logged with fiction ideas and stories to work on for Wattpad so I’ve done my best to try and make it a good one part read and maybe sometime in the future I will comeback to this idea and do a part two/sequel where the girls vacation. I also just want to say that I’ve lost my tag list for people who wanted to be tagged in this, so I am just going to have to hope you see this at this point aha. I am also going to address the fact that if you don’t see yourself being mentioned much in this fiction or having little dialogue, the reason for that is me not knowing your characters personality or pronouns and not wanting to portray or address them in the wrong way.

Anywho, I hope you all enjoy this fiction and if you have any constructive criticism that you feel I could take on board to apply into my future fiction writing please comment it and I will be sure to make a note of it as I will take it happily to improve upon my writing skills.

Much Love,

tyrilsnightbloom xoxo

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"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are coming upon our decent, please buckle your seatbelts and follow all safety procedures told to you at the beginning of and during this flight. Once again we are coming upon our decent to JFK airport in New York City, New York. We hope you enjoyed your flight with us. Thank You for choosing America Air!" the pilot of the aircraft said as the flight descended from the air into the airport.

A few minutes later and the plane has safely landed and unloaded it’s passengers, all of them entering the bustling JFK airport to baggage claim to get their bags. Once they had collected their bags some people grouped together as they headed outside to look for someone holding a sign reading "Pixelberry Winners" chatting excitedly amongst themselves. "Where are they?" one of the young women asked looking around excitedly, "over there!" another exclaimed, and they grabbed their suitcases rushing over to the people holding their sign. "Names?" the man spoke with no tone. "Uh. I'm Kay" one girl said nervously, "Angela" the next said holding her hand up "And I'm Yuri" the last spoke as the man checked them off of the list and they stood over with another young woman to the side. "Hey" Angela smiled holding her hand out, "Hi... I'm Tia" the young woman said shyly as she shook Angela's hand. The 4 young women waited, by their car for the last 2 winners of the competition to arrive. Once they did they all piled into the waiting mini bus and were taken to the hotel they would be staying at. Shortly after that they had checked into the hotel they were in the restaurant, ordering their lunch before going to settle into their rooms, ready for the tour around New York the next day.

It was early the next morning and the fans had all gathered round a couch in the lobby of the hotel waiting for their tour guide. After about 25 minutes a smiley woman approached the group with someone who has very distinguishable purple hair with her “Hi! Are you guys the group of Pixelberry winners?” she asked cheerily, with a smile. They all nodded enthusiastically and jumped to their feet. The cheery lady introduced herself as the tour guide and led the girls to the mini bus, they would be taking round the city to see all of the sites from Bloodbound. The tour went smoothly, and the tour guide even brought the girls some street food from a vendor that is rumoured to be frequented by the BloodBound crew. Towards the end of their tour the main tour guide spoke up. “Now I’m sure y’all are excited to try and run into one of the vampires. And I’ve seen you looking at my apprentice weirdly all day today so… Jade… why don’t you reveal your true self to the people here today.” She beams as the woman with purple in her hair that has been on the tour all day too slowly takes off her disguise, revealing herself to be Lily Spencer, the fans gasping excitedly. “Hey guys! It’s been such a pleasure to meet you today and get to show you some of the sites we had the pleasure of visiting during our crazy journey. Now obviously I’ve stayed in the bus because it’s been daytime. But now that it’s dark out… Who wants to come to one of the coolest places in New York with me and meet the rest of the gang?!” she asks excitedly. “I’d love to but I’m tired and need to get some rest after today.” Morgan said with an apologetic look, Cassy agreeing with her and hopping back into the mini bus so they could be taken back to the hotel safely. Everyone else however excitedly agreed to go along with Lily, awe struck by her up close beauty and excited to meet everyone else. “I wonder what Amy is like in real life?” Yuri asked, “I hope she as much a gem as she is in the books and movies” Angela replied. “psshhhh. Forget that, I want to witness Jax’s abs. front row seat!” Tia exclaimed, Lily turning and smirking at her. “I like you already” she grinned, fangs poking out a little.

Soon they were arriving at the spot where Lily was taking them, “Yo Lilz!” a voice shouted out and she turned to the 4 fans who had come with her, “you ready?” she smiled, and they nodded nervously. Lily led them to the booth and sat down with a smile. “Who are these people?” Kamilah asked clenching her fist, ready to defend herself. “Kamilah relax. It’s 4 of the lucky 6” Lily said softly, placing a gentle hand over Kamilah’s. Not long after Adrian and Jax appeared holding trays of drinks, “Oh. We have company?” Adrian asked as he slid into the booth next to Amy, sliding his arm round her waist and kissing her temple gently. “ah! Cuutteeee.” Kay squealed, causing Adrian to blush lightly. Jax brought over 3 chairs and placed them round the table. “I could only find 3 spares.” He said as he placed the final chair. Tia was occupied on her phone, reading through something, and smiling. Jax turned to try and get her attention but froze and choked on his words, this caused Tia to snap her head towards the commotion, “are you okay?” she said with a worried arched brow, looking at Jax who nodded and took a few moments to compose himself. “I was going to say, you can take my seat if you want to. I could only find 3 spares and I don’t mind standing” he said, “Oh.. th-thank you. That’s incredibly kind of you” she blushed as she took the seat. “No worries” he smiled. Lily got to gossiping about the latest Fangbook drama. The fans sat talking quietly amongst themselves, “Anyway, I don’t believe we’ve been acquainted.” Adrian smiled at the fans, Lily started introducing them one by one. The fans waved and said one fact about themselves as Lily introduced them and soon they were conversing with the group laughing and having fun. It was a little later on and the chatter had died down and every one was either talking quietly in pairs or checking their phones. Tia looked over at the dance floor and got up heading towards it. “Wait for me! Amy come on!” Lily called out as she shot up from her seat at the table, grabbing Amy’s wrist and heading to the dance floor with Tia. Kamilah and Adrian stayed sat at the table chuckling at the 3 starting to dance and slowly the other 3 fans, Angela, Yuri, and Kay joined them, letting themselves loose and making the wildest of shapes with their bodies. At some point Tia was at the bar getting another drink when Jax walked up beside her. “Oh hey Jax! You okay?” she asked happily. “No.” he answered grumpily making her frown, “what’s wrong?” she pouted, and he suppressed a small smile creeping onto his features and looked at her, “I can’t figure out how you’re so beautiful” he replies, “Oh..” Tia blushed as she picked up her drink sipping on it to try and hide the blush a little. “That’s cute.” Jax commented quietly causing Tia to blush even more and her legs turned to jelly so she took a seat at the bar and Jax sat with her for a little while. Soon Tia made her way back to the dance floor and Jax followed her. Back in the booth Adrian and Kamilah were keeping a close eye on everyone, when 2 of the fans came back to the table with Amy. “Hey babe? I’m going to walk these two back to their hotel and then head home myself. You coming?” she asked Adrian, who emptied his glass and then smiled “Yeah, sure.” He gave Kamilah a hug and then left with Amy and the two fans, leaving Tia with Jax, Lily and Kamilah.

Later that night around 4:30am, The 4 left at the bar were ordering one more drink to have before leaving when there was a sudden smash across the bar from them, Jax stepped forward cautiously drawing his sword whilst Kamilah unsheathed her daggers, her stance matching Jax’s, whilst Lily stayed close to Tia, protecting her from anything that may come their way. Soon a man skidded across the floor and stopped nearby Tia’s feet. “Oh my god.” She gasped quietly and looked at Lily. Nobody knows what happened, but the next thing that everyone knew was a fight had broken out. “Lily! Get Tia to safety! If anything happens to her…” he trailed off as he fought off three men advancing toward him. Lily grabbed Tia’s hand and led her out of a back exit. “The safest place for you right now is your hotel room. Follow me” Lily spoke urgently as she took off into the night away from the club. “Lily!” Tia exclaimed as she tried to keep up with her as she parkoured through the streets of New York. Finally, out of breath Tia caught up with Lily in the hotel’s lobby at the elevators which pinged open and Lily pulled her inside. “Which floor?” she urged. “Four” Tia answered breathlessly. The elevator whirred taking them to the fourth floor, Tia swiped her rooms key card on the door, and they went inside. It was about an hour later and there was a knock on the door. Still awake Tia walked through the door and looked through the little spy hole, seeing a rattled looking Jax. She opened the door at the same time another door just a couple down from her room opened and Kamilah came creeping out. She smiled at Jax knowingly and went on her way, Jax stepping into Tia’s room. “Are you okay?” he asked. “I’m tired.” She replied and got back into bed. “Oh… yeah I forgot you’re…” he said feeling suddenly awkward. Soon there were more knocks on the door. “ugghhh.” Tia groaned. “I’ve got it.” Jax soothed and answered the door and was received with a bunch of squeals. “Omg I knew it was him at this door!” Kay exclaimed “Who’s room is this anyway?” Angela asked. “I believe it’s Tia’s” Yuri said trying to keep her cool. “So Jax. You interested in her?” Angela asked, the three waiting as they looked at him for an answer expectantly. “So what if I am?” he asked, “It’s cute when you try to be all broody.” Yuri commented. Jax shrugged it off, “So… can Tia, Lily or I help you 3 lovely ladies or….” Jax asked, letting the question linger. “Well we were actually going to ask if Tia wanted to sleep in with us. We’re doing a big slumber type party.” Kay smiled confidently. “You may have to come in here if you want to do that.” he whispered, hearing the change in Tia’s breathing. “She’s sleeping” he elaborated. The three girls nodded and went to grab their blankets and pillows, before returning to Tia’s room. “Right, I’ll leave you girls to it then.” He smiled politely, motioning to a now awake Lily to follow him and together they left going out into the night. “Goodnight girls. It was fun getting to know you today. I look forward to spending more time with you!” Kay whispered, not wanting to wake Tia. “Goodnight” Yuri and Angela whispered back as they laid down closing their eyes and falling asleep.

Over the next two days the fans hung out getting to know each other and following on each other so they could stay in contact after they leave New York. On their last day they were wondering the streets of New York when Kay spotted Lily and Adrian walk into a juice bar. “Let’s go in there.” She pointed and they all headed inside and waited in line behind Lily and Adrian. “So.. why are we here?” Yuri asked. Recognizing the voice, Lily spun round. “Oh my gosh! Hey, you guys!!” she exclaimed and hugged them all tightly. “Lily let the poor women breathe” Adrian chuckled as he moved forward in the line. Lily smiled brightly as she took her spot back next to Adrian. “How have you been? New York’s treating you well I hope?” he questioned “Yes, we’ve had so much fun!” Angela responded excitedly, “It’s sad we have to leave tomorrow.” Tia pouted and she put her phone away. “It’s your 4th day here already?!” Lily asked and Tia nodded “Man. Jax is going to be crushed…” she said defeatedly. “What?” Yuri asked curiously. “Jax has been…” she trailed off, looking at Adrian who looked at Tia with a tender look. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Tia asked as they moved forward. “Jax is a little lovesick. And it appears to be for you.” He said looking distant. “OOOOOOOOOOOO” the other girls said teasingly as Tia blushed. “Jax is in love with Tia! Jax is in love with Tia!” Angela and Kay teased causing Tia to blush. “well.. I… he is…” “Shut up! You like him too!” Yuri exclaimed. “Shhhhhhhh” Tia urged, blushing harder and clasping her hand over Yuri’s mouth. Adrian chuckled as he walked up to the juice bar and gave his order to the cashier. “What are you going to do?” Angela asked.

“What do you mean?” Tia asked back.

“Well are you going to see him before we leave?”

“What? No! he’s a busy man. He doesn’t need badgering by someone like me.”

“What?! Are you crazy girl!!! Give me your number and I’ll get him to text you.”

“Lily. Don’t trouble the poor girl.” Adrian chuckled slightly as he turned round from the counter. “What? Jax likes her and she likes Jax. Why not set the wheels in motion for a fantastic relationship?” Lily defended. “Lily.” Adrian warned, “Fine.” Lily sighed and turned around to help collect the juices before they said goodbye and set off.

Later that night, all the girls apart from Cassy and Morgan were gathered in Kay’s room, sharing pizza and their favourite fizzy soda. “So, are you really going to just leave Jax hanging?” Angela asked Tia, taking a bite from her pizza slice. Tia swallowed her bite and took a sip of her drink, doing her best to avoid the question. “Tia?” Kay asked causing her to sigh. “Yes. No. I don’t know. He’s a great guy but we leave in the morning.” Tia explained. “And? That doesn’t mean you can’t exchange social media ats or something and talk.” Yuri chimed in, “But I’m going to be thousands of miles away and he’s too cute to have a relationship from that far away.” Tia pouted as there was a knock at the door. “I’ve got it” Angela smiled and answered the door. “Amy!” she exclaimed and gave her a hug. “Hi! Can I come in?” Amy smiled back, “Yeah sure!” Angela chirped and stepped aside letting her in and closing the door behind her. “Ooooo. I smell pizza” Amy grinned hungrily. “Take a piece we have enough” Kay said happily. “Thank You” Amy said as she took a piece and sunk her teeth into it, “MMMMMMMMM, that’s SO good.” She mumbled as she chewed. The other 4 girls resuming to eat and sip their soda. “So… I came here to give you all something” Amy said, breaking the silence as she reached into her bag, pulling out necklaces with the girls initials on. “Awww Amyy” the girls all said happily as they gathered round Amy giving her a tight hug. Amy returned the hug and as they all pulled away there was another knock at the door, which Kay went and answered. “Yeah.. just a second.” She said quietly then came back the main living area of the hotel room, “It’s for you Tia.” She smiled as she returned to her seat. Tia got up and went to the door, surprised a little when she saw Jax standing there. She hadn’t expected to see him again before she left. Which is how she wanted it to be in a way, so it was easier for her to leave. “Jax.” She whispered after a long moment of silence of the two staring at each other. He smiled softly at her before speaking.

“I um… wanted to. No, needed to see you before you left.”

“But why?”

“Because as cringey and cheesey as this is. I’ve caught feelings for you. You’re beautiful Tia.”

“Jax.”

“No Tia please. Let me finish… As you know I mostly hate lovey dovey stuff. It makes me mad because I’ve never been able to know what it truly feels like to have it and wanting it has only caused pain when women have run away after finding out who I really am. But you know. You know who I truly am, and you still flirted with me the other night. You made me feel… normal. It’s a weird feeling being here confessing I like you when you’re leaving in a few hours, but I knew if I never told you then you’d be the one who got away. You probably will be anyway but at least this way I can get some sort of peace knowing that you know how I feel about you and… I can only hope you feel the same about me. I also wanted to give you something to remember me by. I went to a friend and got this fast-tracked to be custom made for you but um… I want to give you this.”

“Oh… Jax this is…” Tia gasped as she reached her hand out delicately taking the keychain from Jax’s hand. “It’s beautiful” she smiled softly

“It’s a Daisy. I chose it because of what it symbolizes.”

“What does it mean?”

“In general it symbolizes purity, innocence and loyal love.”

Tia smiles at the keychain before looking at Jax and giving him a hug. “This is really thoughtful. Thank you” she spoke into the crook of his neck. He returned the hug, squeezing tightly as if he never wanted to let go. Which he didn’t but he reluctantly parted from Tia and gave a small smile. “Could I come and wave you goodbye tomorrow?” He asked. “Of course.” She smiled in response. “Then good night beautiful.” He said leaving with yearning in his eyes. “Good night Jax.” Tia said softly, stepping back inside and shutting the door, going back to her seat in the main living area. “Tia has a boyfriend!” Yuri squealed as she entered the room, Tia smiled and blushed as she took her seat. For the rest of the night until Amy left and they went to bed the girls teased Tia about Jax occasionally and talked about business and stuff with Amy. Getting a feel of what life was really like for them as vampires in New York.

Early the next morning the girls were at the front desk of the hotel checking out when someone tapped on their shoulders. When they turned round they saw Kamilah who smiled at them brightly. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much girls but I heard you leave in a few hours so I thought I’d swing by and take you to the airport and give you a copy of my book to take home with you as a parting gift.” The girls smiled and graciously accepted the lift to the airport and their gift from Kamilah. When they got to the airport they went through the standard procedure before settling in seats near their gates waiting for their departures to be announced. But before they broke off from each other they had one last group hug and promised to keep in contact with each other. Cassy, Morgan, and Kay were the first ones to have their departure flights called, followed a few minutes later by Angela’s flight being called. Tia was sitting at her gate reading through Kamilah’s book when someone cleared their throat making her jump and drop the book. “Darn. Now I’ve lost my page.” She cursed quietly as she picked it up. “Sorry bout that.” Jax chuckled as he sat next to her. The two got to talking whilst Tia waited for her flight to be called. They laughed and joked and eventually followed each other on Pictagram, agreeing to stay in contact. It felt sudden and too soon but Tia’s flight got called along with another and she stood up unwillingly and put her hand on the handle of her suitcase but Jax took it and wheeled it to the gate for her, giving her one final hug before she left. As she pulled away from the hug she pecked Jax’s cheek making him freeze for a moment before braking out into a smile. “See you later Tia.” He grinned as he turned and swaggered away. Before heading through her gate tunnel she spotted Yuri. “BYE YURI!! SPEAK TO YOU SOON” she shouted across with a wave and Yuri waved back with a matching wide smile and the two got onto their planes settling into their seats ready to touch back down at their hometowns. Wondering when they would all be able to meet like this again, but Jax was also on Tia’s mind as her plane took off down the runway and ascended into the sky. They may not know when but they did know that they would all have to meet up again soon and vacation together and make more amazing memories to last a lifetime.

[written-adventures]

What Now?!: Last Light Pt. 39

P.K. wasn’t sure if he was home, or in a place that looked like home. It had all the same furniture. His key opened the door. He even saw his stuff in one corner. What threw him off was the couch. The couch where his brother was on Arro’s lap. Arro had his chin on Lance’s shoulder as the pair watched some cooking show. They waved when he came in.

“Welcome back!” Arro called.

“Did you have fun at Yuri’s?” Lance asked. 

P.K. stared at them, rubbed his eyes, and looked again. “Uh… you two finally dating?” he asked.

“No,” Lance said and shrugged. “We’re engaged.” He said it so casually, so offhand, that P.K. was sure it was a joke. A joke for nagging about what a good match Arro was. But Arro was right there, beaming away. Why would he go along with it?

“You’re engaged?” he asked. Maybe he’d just heard him wrong. Maybe he’d jumped to conclusions. “In what way?”

“In the we’re getting married kind of way,” Lance replied. “Hmm, we should bake a cake tomorrow. I’ll teach you how,” He said to Arro, kissing him quickly before turning back to the screen.

“That’ll be nice,” Arro agreed, giving him a loving squeeze.

“Did aliens replace my brother while I was gone? Is that what happened?” P.K. asked, too confused to be happy for the couple. He had to admit that they were cute, but Lance had never struck him as the spontaneous type. “How long have you two been engaged?”

“Uh… three months now?” Lance looked up at Arro who nodded.

“Yeah, about three months,” Arro agreed, which only raised more questions than it answered. 

“Hey!” Yuri called as he walked in. “Car’s parked. I brought the kid and dinner home… what’s going on here? You two finally get together?”

“They’re engaged!”

“They’re what?!” 

“Engaged! For three months!” 

Yuri stared at his best friend. “When were you going to tell me you got engaged?!” 

“Don’t feel bad about not knowing. I wasn’t aware myself until last night,” Lance told them.

“By an Apuran tradition,” Arro explained. “Lance accidentally proposed months ago. Last night he took responsibility for it.”

“Huh… so you just skipped past the whole dating part right to getting engaged?” Yuri asked.

“Yup,” Lance replied.

“If it was anyone else, Lance, I wouldn’t believe it.” Yuri looked over at P.K. “Guess we need to shop for engagement gifts tomorrow.”

“We like books,” Lance said then at a nudge from Arro added, “or fancy silverware for Prince Priss.” He smirked at Arro who, in retaliation, dipped him into a kiss. Their baffled companions slowly edged out of the room to give the couple space, and themselves time to sort it out.

[ggidolsmuts]

(Fluff version) CC - Iz*One Chaewon

"Okay, so who knows the answer to this question?" You ask your small but noisy class of students, looking at the clock at the back of the classroom and hoping this tutorial session of yours is ending soon - the class is too energetic for you. Your professor thrust this on you - apparently you did too well in her first-year class, so instead of one of her graduate students, you, a third-year, ended up as a teaching assistant for the class you took just two years ago. At least the pay was good for a college student, so you didn't complain.

"Me me me! The answer is 5x + 2." A long-haired blonde, Yena was it? Answered eagerly.

"Not quite-"

"No stupid, it's 5x2 + 2!" A feisty long-haired student called out from behind, firing a mocking lock at Yena for answering incorrectly.

"Ahahahah dummy!"

"That's enough Hyewon, good job Chaewon, but that is rude of you, there is no need to call others out."

"But-but she had the wrong answer!"

"And you had the wrong way of giving the right answer. Apologize to Yena."

"But what about Hye-"

"Apologize." You ask of Chaewon, sharpening your tone. Her face turns red, abashed at being put on the spot in front of her classmates.

"I-I'm sorry Yena."

"It's okay..." Yena replies timidly, the entire room going quiet at your tone.

"Good, moving on. As Chaewon said, the answer is 5x2 + 2, the reason that is the answer is because..." You launch into the explanation of the question, and the rest of the session goes by smoothly without incident. The students file out the door, eager to get out of the stuffy classroom. All but one make it out the door.

"Chaewon, a moment please."

"I'm sorry I-" You wave her off.

"No, not that, I'm glad you know what you did was wrong though. I wanted to talk to you about something else." She stands in front of you nervously, her hands fidgeting with her notebook.

"You got the question right in class, and I know you get the concepts because you ask the right questions, but Professor Bae says you're scoring poorly on the homeworks and quizzes, why is that?"

"I live in the dorms with the other students in the class, and you know how they are, you can barely keep them quiet in class."

"I've noticed, but Professor Bae says they're quiet in her classes."

"Well have you seen her? We're all scared of her!"

"Fine, but what's your point?"

"At the dorms it gets so noisy, I can't concentrate and study properly there."

"Go study at the library then."

"Too far, we have lots of dorm events going on, I don't want to miss out on those when they're available."

"Hmm... why don't you come to my office hours?"

"Your office hours?"

"Yeah, not many people come by for help, it'll be quiet, and I'll be available if you need help."

"Is that okay? I can just come by and study, even if I have no questions?"

"Of course!"

"That's great! When are your hours again?"

"Monday and Thursday, 5 to 7 in the evening."

"I'll be there, thank you!" She heads to the door, turning around and waving adorably at you, and you feel your heart stop for a moment - how is she so cute?

You wave back.

"No problem."

Chaewon becomes a regular at your office hours, always greeting you cheerily, before going quiet and burying her head in the books. The two of you usually enjoy the quiet classroom together, you working on your own homework while Chaewon goes over the latest chapter Professor Bae covered, occasionally asking you the odd question or two about a concept.

Over time you got to know her better, the two of you talking about the class, the professor, and just university life in general. She was always loud and noisy around her fellow friends, but surprisingly by herself she was more demure and low-key. Your personal highlight of those office hours is when she would give you a cute "Have a good night oppa!" before heading back to her dorm. In one of your office hours before the midterm, Chaewon makes a request.

"I'm having some trouble with these questions, can you go through them with me?"

"Of course." You sit down next to her, the two of you sharing the laptop screen. She points out the questions she has problems with and the two of you work through each and every one of them. About three quarters of the way through Chaewon glances at the computer clock, seeing that it is almost 7 pm.

"Oh no, time's almost up! Do you have to go at 7?" She looks at you with wide open eyes, frustration written on her face for not being able to get through all the questions in time.

"No it's fine, we can keep going, I want to make sure you understand everything." She gives you a grateful nod, and the two of you keep going. Unfortunately the last few questions are the hardest, and Chaewon has difficulty grasping those. Time drags on, and you feel yourself losing concentration, nodding off while she works on the problem. You shake your head, trying to clear your drowsiness. You lean towards the laptop, trying to read the question she's working on.

"Chaewon which one are you working on, do you have any questions?"

"Yes I'm-"

She stops talking abruptly, and you turn to face her. Both of you had leaned toward the laptop, and the two of you were close, far too close. You feel your face burning up, unable to tear away from her - you knew she was pretty, but seeing her blushing face so close to yours, you found her gorgeous. Chaewon snaps both of you out of it, pulling away from you and stammering.

"I-I think I'm done, I don't have any more questions, I'll see you oppa, h-have a good night!" You sit there wordlessly as Chaewon stuffs everything in her bag in a rush, dashing out the classroom without even a wave.

Your heart won't slow down.

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A few days after the midterm, you knock on the door with labeled "Professor Bae Yoon Jung".

"Come in."

"Yes professor, you wanted to see me?"

"I just wanted to say that you're doing a excellent job, the students in your section did really well this midterm. Chaewon made a huge improvement."

"Thank you professor, I am glad to hear they did well." You're happy that Chaewon did well on the test, maybe a bit too happy - you couldn't hide the smile on your face.

"What's with the smile on your face?"

"I'm just glad Chaewon's doing well, she's been coming to my office hours often, so I'm glad to have been of help to her."

"Keep at it then, here are the tests for your section, give it back to them later today." She pats the stack of papers on her desk.

"Yes professor." Right, you had a session with the class to go over the tests later. You hadn't seen Chaewon since that evening... why are you so nervous? Why are you looking forward to it?

After lunch you find yourself walking to the usual classroom, your heartbeat rising as you open the door. The classroom is shockingly quiet, all the students nervous about the results of the midterm. You are determined not to scan the room for Chaewon, so you dive straight into it.

"Hey class, I'll cut to the chase, good job on the midterm, the median was a 77, average was 80 overall. Professor Bae was very pleased with this section's scores, I think almost everyone got an A, so really good job there. I'll return the tests now and go over each question." You look down at the papers and begin calling out names.

"Kwon Eunbi." A short-haired student came bounding up to you, and as always you found yourself trying not to admire her amazing body while giving her her test back. "Good job." You say to her while looking down at the next name.

"Honda Hitomi." A quiet blonde with squishy cheeks came up to you. You only remember her as being extremely quiet in class, but Chaewon mentioned in one of your conversations that she's really nice and kind to all of them. You give her the test with a nod and a quiet "Good job!" She sees her score and almost skips back to her seat.

"Nabuki Yako-"

"It's Yabuki Nako!" You hear giggles from the class as a petite student comes walking up to you, her face pouty and indignant as you got her name wrong again.

"Right, I'm so sorry Nako, here you go, you did a great job."

"Thank you!" She beams at the score she got.

"Choi Yena." The long-hair blonde approaches you, picking up her paper but not looking at the score.

"You did fine, got that question right too!" You try to encourage her, and she allows herself to take a peek.

"Oh, oh wow, nice!" She pumps her fist and makes her way back to her seat.

"Jo Yuri." Yena stops and comes back to you.

"I'll take it, we look alike."

"I'm here, she can take it!" You wave and see a second Yena - right, they always sat together and you wondered if they were twins, but apparently not.

"Uh sure... good job Yuri!" You call out to her before looking at the next test. "Kang Hyewon." Yena stops and doubles back again, stretching out her hand.

"I'll take it for her, she's going to be late."

"What? Why?"

"She's still eating lunch." You take a look at your watch. "She eats a lot." Yena adds when she sees your confusion. Shrugging you hand her Hyewon's paper. Your heart skips a beat when you see the next name.

"K-Kim Chaewon."

Your heart skips again when you see her rise elegantly from her seat and walk towards you. Normally the students are dressed in casual outfits, but Chaewon seemed really well made up today, her bangs perfect, her long hair lightly curled, and wearing a cute but eye-catching black one piece. She strides up and stops in front of you.

"Hi."

"H-hi." You manage to stammer out.  

"Ooh la la he's nervous!" Your hear from behind Chaewon, followed by a series of scandalous "oohs" from the rest of the class.

"Yah Jo Yuri!" She turns around, raising her fist in a toothless threat. Yuri sticks her tongue out, teasing you and Chaewon.

"Ahem." You clear your throat, and Chaewon turns around to you, her face red at being teased.

"Right, sorry..."

"Here you go, you did a great job."

"Thanks." She looks down at her test. "Wait really?!" You smile and nod at her. What follows can only be described as a shrill squeal of joy as she bounces back to her friends, showing off her score proudly.

"Next is... Lee Chaeyeon." A student with brilliant red hair comes towards you.

"Top score as always, really good job."

"Thank you!" She beams and returns to her seat, the other students envious of her, wanting to take a look at her exam to see what the correct answers were to the questions they got wrong. You go through a few more names.

"Miya- Miyawa... er, Sakura?"

The nervous girl sitting next to Chaeyeon comes forward.

"Good job, you did well this time."

"That's because the game servers were down the night before!" You hear Nako tease. Sakura doesn't say anything, so perhaps she was right.

"Uh huh... well, keep at it!" She quietly collects her paper and returns to her seat.

"Kim Minju... Angel?"

"You actually put that as your name on the test? Ahahahaha!" You hear the unmistakable laughter of Chaeyeon coming from the seats.

"Ahh~ It's because I lost a bet with Yena!" A tall and pretty student came walking up to you. "I didn't think you would say it out loud!" She looks at you accusingly.

"Sorry, I was just reading the name on the paper." She takes the test from you in a huff, the rest of the class cackling in laughter. You felt a little sorry for her, but also laugh along with the class - Chaewon mentioned she frequently gets made fun of because her reactions are great, and it certainly seems to be the case. You return the rest of the tests in short order.

"Okay, I think that's the class, I'll go over the questions now. So question 1..." You launch into a discussion of the test, and the class thankfully focuses, all of them quietly scribbling notes so that they don't make the same mistake again. You try to focus on going over the questions too, but you can't take your eyes off Chaewon every time you turn around to address the class - and neither could she, as the two of you catch each other's glance more than once.

The bell rings and the class begins filing out the door. You watch Chaewon and the rest of the class, but as they get to you Chaewon stops in front of you.

"Hey, I have a good joke, care to hear it?"

"Sure." Chaewon proceeds to drop a banana on your head.

"Ouch, what's that for?"

"A banana fell for you, so will you fall for me?" Chaewon asks in a singsong voice, her face turning beet red as she says it. She doesn't even grab her banana before she dashes out the door. Yuri and Yena crack up behind her after seeing the spectacle, calling after Chaewon and rushing past you to catch up to her.

"I hope you got the joke!" Yena calls out as she leaves.

You got the joke, and the question... Are you falling for her?

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The next office hours roll around, and you are not surprised, but maybe a little disappointed, to see that Chaewon didn't come to office hours. After all it was right after the midterm, so maybe she is off relaxing with her friends and didn't want to study. You shrug and sit down, taking out your laptop and working on schoolwork of your own. The clock hits 7 pm and you pack your stuff, ready to go grab food. When you open the door however, you are surprised to see Chaewon there, dressed simply in a jacket and jeans.

"C-chaewon?"

"Oh oppa, you're done? Great, let's go!"

"What are you doing here, and go where?"

"Oppa, you finished office hours right?"

"Yes...?"

Chaewon takes a deep breath, preparing herself to say something.

"Let's go on a date."

You heart starts pounding, your mouth dry, did you hear her correctly?

"What?"

"L-let's go on a date!" She looks at you, her body seemingly shrinking away from you as she begins deflating like a balloon, losing confidence at your reaction.

"I-I'm sorry Chaewon, I can't." The words leaving your mouth stab at your own heart like a invisible knife.

"Why? But... but-"

"You're my student, I won't date my student."

"You're only two years older!" She starts speaking loudly, her voice rising but also beginning to break.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I-" You twist the knife further on yourself.

"Fine!" Chaewon's face is bright red, unable to face you. Her body is shaking slightly. "I'm sorry I asked!" She shouts at you before turning away from you, walking quickly back down the hallway.

"Chaewon!" You call out to her, but she doesn't stop or turn around. All you hear is a sniffle - it travels down the hallway, a second knife striking straight at your heart.

Why does it hurt even more?

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Chaewon stops coming to your office hours, often even skipping your tutorial sessions entirely. You try to ask Yena and Yuri about her, but you don't get much out of them other than accusing looks and asking you hotly, "Why do you care?"

You find yourself missing her presence more and more, looking to her empty seat whenever you turn around to address the class, or looking up hopefully when the odd student comes to your office hours. You knew for sure you fell for her hard, but you also knew you couldn't date her then, and certainly not after that evening... you feel like you have a knife permanently buried in your heart, hurting whenever you thought about Chaewon, which was often.

To make matters worse, Professor Bae caught on as well, as she summoned you to her office close to the final exam.

"You wanted to see me professor?"

"Yes, are you still helping Chaewon in office hours?"

"No, she hasn't shown up in a while, why?"

"Her grades have been slipping since the midterm, which is not too unusual, but she has stopped coming to classes too, so I was wondering if you know anything about it."

"I haven't seen her since the midterm."

"I thought she was going to your office hours."

"She... stopped." The professor shoots you a piercing look, but you manage to stay silent, and she doesn’t pursue the matter.

"Fine. What a pity, she was doing so good too." You stand quietly by, unsure of what to say. The professor fires you another piercing look before sighing, dismissing you with a wave of her hand. "You may go." You worry about her, but there’s nothing you could do either. You hang your head and leave.

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A week before the finals during office hours, you hear a commotion outside the door. As you stride to the door to find out what's going on, it flies open, almost smacking you in the face. This is followed by a short-haired figure flying straight at you. You manage to catch them, stopping their momentum and cushioning them against your chest. You look up to see Eunbi, Hyewon, and Yena standing at the door, all three of them giggling at what happened.

"We brought you a student who needs lots of help, please take care of her!" Eunbi says before the trio of them leave in a rush. You look at the student in your arms as she pushes away from you. You want to say you barely recognize her, but you spent the past two months thinking about her, you'd recognize her anywhere with any hair style.

"Chaewon?"

"Hi oppa." She says softly. Gone is the long-haired Chaewon you knew for most of the year, instead she is sporting a bobbed hair style, curling at the end and raven black instead of the brown she had. You did not think she could look even better than before, but she has taken your breath away along with your heart.

"Your hair, it looks great!"

"Thank you..." She blushes furiously at your compliment. "We-we had a dorm event, so I decided to change my hair for it."

"Good idea, you look beautiful." The words come out from your mouth before you can stop yourself, your face turning beet red. The both of you just stand there staring at the ground, unable to look at each other.

"I-I need some help before the final exam, I missed some classes because of the dorm event, can you help me?"

"Of course, that's why I'm here."

You sit down with her, happy to just see her again. You can't stop smiling, and to your joy neither can she as the two of you go over questions together, almost like the two of you did before the midterms, and before you know it your time together is over. The two of you pack your bags and exit the room, looking at each other, not wanting to say goodbye. You decide to broach the awkward topic you both had floating in your minds.

"Chaewon, about last time-" Chaewon cuts you off however.

"Oppa, I want to focus on the finals right now, I need to get caught up to speed. Thank you for today, I'll see you Thursday." She says in a rush, not looking you in the eye.

"Right, sounds good, I'll see you Thursday."

Thursday couldn't come fast enough.

You counted down the hours, no, minutes, until you could see Chaewon again, and during your Thursday office hours you find yourself unable to concentrate, your ears straining, listening for any footsteps that might be coming towards the classroom. You leap out of your seat when you hear footsteps coming down the hallway, rushing to the door and opening it.

"Ah!" Chaewon shouts in surprise.

"Chaewon! I'm sorry, I heard footsteps so I t-thought it was..." You trail off, embarrassed at your own eagerness to see her. Her face turns red as she figures out the last unsaid word.

"W-well I'm here... shall we go in?"

"Oh... oh, yes." You snap yourself out of your daze, taking a seat next to Chaewon as she brings out her laptop. You go through the last few concepts that Professor Bae covered in class, luckily Chaewon had little problems following.

"Great job Chaewon, I think you have everything covered, you're more than ready for the finals, you'll be fine."

"Thank you so much oppa, I-"

You turn your head to see why she stopped talking, only to realize that once again she is far too close to you once more. You can smell the faint fragrance of her shampoo, and it is intoxicating. Like a moth to a flame you draw even closer to her, looking into her shining eyes. Chaewon's face is bright red, but she doesn't pull back. You lean forward even more, wanting to dive into those big and sparkling eyes... She bites her lower lip before shutting her eyes tightly, her lips slightly pouting. You don't even realize it, but your hand goes to her cheek, cupping her face gently. You close your eyes and lean in...

"Oppa, quick, I have a question! We couldn't figure this out at the dorms and- oh my gadness!" The door bangs open, and Yuri comes barreling in the door, dispelling all the tension in the room. The centimeters between you and Chaewon instantly get pulled to a meter as the two of you separate hastily.

Yuri grins wickedly, processing the situation. "I'm so sorry Chaewon unnie, I'll tell the others that oppa's too busy with you to answer our questions."

"Yuri I'm going to kill you!" Chaewon half screams, blushing madly.

You step in before things get worse.

"Yuri, I'll answer any questions you have, just keep it a secret for Chaewon, please?"

"Okay, first question is this." She takes out a notebook and shows you the question she intended to ask. It was straightforward and you quickly explained the solution for her, writing it down so that she could show the others the solution. She blindsides you with the second question, grinning teasingly at you.

"Do you like Chaewon unnie?"

"I..."

"Answer the question or I tell everyone at the dorm what I saw!" Chaewon raises a helpless fist at Yuri, but she doesn't say anything else either. She looks at you intently, and you see no reason to hide it any longer.

"I do, a lot." You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you say it, looking straight at Chaewon. Her eyes widen at your confession, and she shyly bites her lip, turning away from your intense look.

"You're welcome unnie! I'll let you tell him how you feel!" She waves the notebook at you. "Thank you for the answers! Both answers!" She adds cheekily and dashes out the door.

"Jo Yuri you little-!" Chaewon grits her teeth at her friend before turning back to you, the two of you alone again.

"O-oppa, I... I-"

You hush her, grabbing her by the shoulders gently.

"There's no need to say anything now, please focus on the finals, I will see you again for sure." She nods silently, packing her stuff. As she heads out of the classroom she waves at you.

"Thank you for the help oppa, I'll do well for the test."

"I'm not worried, you'll do great, good luck!" You head back to your desk, stowing your laptop in your bag, trying to process what you just said this evening.

The moment you exit the classroom you are ambushed delightfully, feeling the lightest of pecks on your cheek. You can't help but beam as you turn to see Chaewon run down the hallway, her backpack bouncing the whole day. Your woop of joy echoes down the hallway, chasing after her.

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The day of the finals comes and goes, and you can't wait to see Chaewon again. But it is more than a week later when you find yourself at Professor Bae's office once more.

"Good, you're here."

"Yes professor?"

"Here are the graded finals for your section, I emailed the class and told them to pick them up during one of the office hours, so just have them ready for your section at your next office hours."

"Got it." You flip through the papers idly.

"Chaewon did great."

"That's not what I was-"

"Shut up, I hear all kinds of giggling from your section whenever I mention the teaching assistants, and Chaewon goes completely red in the face. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Of course not professor."

"Did you two date?"

"No! I made it clear to her that I wouldn't date a student in the class."

"Is that why she stopped going to your office hours?" She stares at you with a knowing gaze.

"...Yes."

"Ugh you guys..." She massages her forehead in frustration. "Well you did the right thing, it could've been a serious problem." She smiles at you. "But once you hand the tests back, she's no longer a student of the class... so go after her, I like Chaewon, and I can tell you do too."

"Uh... right, thank you." You're not sure what else to say, your ears burning a little at discussing Chaewon with your professor.

"Go, good job, thank you for helping me this semester."

"Not at all, thank you for the opportunity!" You give a slight bow to the professor and exit, a big grin on your face at the prospect of seeing Chaewon again.

The hours seemingly fly by, until it is time for your last office hours of the semester. Your students come in here and there, picking up their tests and thanking you for your help during the semester, until there was a stack of twelve left.

You hear a soft knock on the door, and you almost pull a muscle with how fast your head turns to the door, just in time to see Chaewon come through to the door, smiling bashfully at you. She looked adorable in her short black hair, wearing a plaid top and a short black skirt.

"Hi oppa."

"Hey Chaewon."

"I'm here to pick up the tests. You can give me the others too, I told the girls I'll pick it up for them."

"Oh okay, great, here you go." You hand over the tests to her, and she quietly puts them in her backpack.

"Thanks."

"No problem..." The atmosphere deadens, the two of you not knowing what to say, despite how much you wanted to see each other. Feeling the emotions strain against your heart, you go first, not holding back what you feel.

"I missed you, I missed you so much! I like you, I-I want to go on that date with you!" You add hastily. "T-that is, if you still want to...?"

Chaewon dives into your arms, hugging you tightly. You hear her mumble against your chest.

"I missed you too..." Looking up at you she looks utterly beautiful. Your heart pounds as you hold her in your arms.

"I couldn't believe you rejected me the first time, I cried all night afterwards." She whispers quietly. You hug her tight against your body, peppering her forehead with kisses.

"I-I'm sorry, I really wanted to, but it wouldn't have been right."

"I know... but still!" Her voice rising a little again.

"I'll make it up to you, let's go on that date now. Should we go now?" You ask her, looking into her pained eyes as she remembers the moment after the midterms. She shoots you a glare, her mouth pouting a little.

"No."

"What?"

Chaewon breaks out of the hug, going to the classroom door and locking it with a click.

"What are you doing? If we're not going on a date, why did you lock the door, why are we staying here?"

"That's so Yuri or Yena don't come and disturb us." She pushes you into the chair and sits down in your lap, biting her lip and leaning forward. Her eyes flutter shut, and you find yourself reliving the moment before the finals. Your hand caresses her cheek once more, and this time, finally, you kiss her soft lips.

She lets out a small gasp when your lips finally touch, the feeling electric, your hearts bursting with joy. Her grip on your arms tightens as she leans further into you, intensifying the kiss.

The air in your lungs is limited, however, and reluctantly the two of you break the kiss, panting heavily as you look in each other’s flushed faces.

“I like you.” You are surprised by Chaewon’s bluntness, but you are overjoyed at her words.

“I like you too.” You hold her hand in yours. “D-do you want to go on that date now?”

“Y-Yes.” She says, shyly waiting beside you while you do a quick pack of your stuff.

Ready to go, you grasp her hand in yours, your fingers interlocking, Chaewon squeezes your hand in happiness as you look at her.

"Shall we?"

She nods at you, and you reach to unlock the door. She leans against you as the two of you walk down the hallway.

"Oppa, you should have said yes back then, so at one date a week that's about... 12 dates you owe me."

"12?!"

"Yes, 12, and today’s date doesn’t count, I'm still hurt you said no back then." She pouts, grabbing your phone and tapping her number in quickly, calling herself.

"That's my number, you better have a cute nickname for me!" She looks at you sharply, but you only found her cutely demanding

"That's about 12 dates you owe me. You better have a cute nickname for me!" Before you have a chance to reply you hear the unmistakable accent of Yuri, and the blood drains from your face as you see a crowd of eleven come around the corner.

"Oooh what were you two doing for so long in a locked classroom?" Hyewon teases the two of you.

"Kwangbae you're dead!" Chaewon snaps at her, blushing furiously.

"Don't say you just held hands, I won't believe you!" Yena adds in a singsong voice.

"Oppa you better treat Chaewon well!" Eunbi follows up, half playful, half threatening.

"I-I will..." You can only reply, running your hand through your hair in embarrassment. "Why are you all here?"

"We thought it was suspicious when Chaewon said she could pick up the tests for us, she never does anything nice for us."

"Eunbi unnie what are you saying! I always do nice stuff for you."

"Save it! Anyways oppa, can we borrow Chaewon just for tonight? You can have her every night after that, we want to hear all the details!"

"U-unnie!" Chaewon sputters as her friends separate her from you, pushing her down the hallway. She turns around to wave at you, her face still blushing red at being found out. You wave back at her, smiling like a puppy. You turn around and walk the other way, skipping your way back to your room.

Lying on the bed you check your phone to see a text from Chaewon.

Oppa I'll see you for date #1/12 tomrorow at 7 pm okay? I'll figure out where we should meet later.

Sure, I'll see you tomorrow <3

You debate for a while, finally deciding to add the heart symbol at the end. Turns out that was a mistake as you immediately get a call from her.

"Hello?"

"Ooooh a heart!" The rest of it is a mess of noise as you hear Chaewon screaming at her friends. After what sounds like a mad struggle for the phone you hear Chaewon's voice.

"Hello oppa?"

"A-are you okay there?"

"Yes, sorry for the call. I'm going to teach them a lesson now, I'll show them who Ssamu, the leader of Joyuriz is. Bye, mwah!" She hangs up with a click of the phone. Shaking your head you put down your phone and turn off the lights, unable to take your mind off your new girlfriend - you had so many questions for her, like who is Ssamu, and what is Joyuriz?

Whatever, you'll ask her tomorrow, tomorrow is going to be a good day... And every day with her after that.

A/N: This is the fluff version, I almost just wanted to only put this version out because she’s too lovable. This will probably be a rare occurrence, but either way I hope you enjoy it. If not maybe you’ll enjoy the slightly smuttier version. Either way thank you for reading!

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SKY-GIRL vs Yuzukosho - Aikatsu Stars Oneshot

Title: SKY-GIRL vs Yuzukosho

Summary: SKY-GIRL announces their first comeback stage, and Yuzu wants in! 

Characters: Yuzu, Yume, Ako, Mahiru, Yozora, Tsubasa, Lily, Haruka

Soooo.... this is well overdue ^^” I said I would write it in August LAST YEAR lmao so instead of writing my other WIPs I decided to finish this one first >> 

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A high voice shouted through the air, “Down with S4!” A moment later, a bundle of bright yellow shot through the sky, landing with a twirl under an arc of roses. 

“Yuzu-senpai?” the girls gasped all together. Yume, Ako, Mahiru, and Koharu were all gathered in the S4 gardens. 

Lily trailed into the S4 gardens behind the pop girl. “Hello, everyone.” 

“Lily-senpai!” Yume greeted in surprise. 

“Yuzu-senpai,” Ako blinked sternly, “what do you mean by that?” 

Yuzu raised her fist, “Yuzu heard that Yozora-chi, Tsubasa-chi, and Mahiru-chan are reforming SKY-GIRL!” 

Mahiru smiled and nodded from her seat, “Yes, that is true. Onee-chan, Tsubasa-senpai, and I are all excited for the reformation.” 

Yuzu slammed her fist onto the table, “Down with S4!” 

The girls flinched back, not knowing how to react. 

“Yuzu,” Lily began calmly, “you are no longer in S4, so this seems like a threat to the girls.” 

Koharu tilted her head, “What are you saying, Yuzu-senpai?” 

Yuzu crossed her arms, grumpily, “When SKY-GIRL formed, Yuzu formed Yuzukosho with Yume-chan and Ako-chan!” 

Yume and Ako nodded. 

“Yeah, I remember,” Yume smiled. “We did great together, and Ako-chan and Yuzu-senpai really helped me pick myself back up since it was just after you left, Koharu-chan.” 

“Yes!” Yuzu said, “But Hime-chi wasn’t around then, so it was two S4 members versus Yuzu!” 

Ako deadpanned, “Yuzu-senpai… that doesn’t… make sense.” 

Lily sighed, “Yuzu, tell them why you are here.” 

“Okay!” Yuzu perked. “Mahiru-chan, when is SKY-GIRL returning?” 

“Ah, our live is going to be in about two weeks, and three days.” Mahiru replied. “Why?” 

Yuzu proudly put her hands on her hips, “Because that’s when Yuzukosho is going to be making a temporary comeback, too!” 

Yume and Ako gasped together, “WHAT?” 

~0~

While Yuzu seemed very aloof about her plan, Yume took it rather well, agreeing with the idea, however, Ako was the most worried. 

“Yuzu-senpai! You can’t just jump those kinds of things on us!” Ako fretted, “Two weeks! That’s not enough time for me! With my show and acting and-” 

“Don't worry about it!” Yuzu cut her off, untroubled by her dilemmas. 

Ako jumped, hissing with her paws out, “How can I not?” 

“I think it’ll be a great chance for all of us.” Mahiru said, “After all, last time, Yuzukosho and SKY-GIRL lost to the Admins.” 

Yuzu patted Lily on the shoulder proudly as said girl blushed happily, “Thank you. It was with the help of Yuri-san and Miki-san.”

“Of course!” Yume recognized. 

Koharu looked at Mahiru, “So where exactly is your performance going to happen?” 

Mahiru beamed, “Actually, we're going to do a charity event for the fair.” 

Yume lit up, “That's a perfect place for us to join!” 

Ako nodded, “It really is!” 

“So it's agreed then!” Yuzu proclaimed, “whoever gets more donations wins in this S4 versus S4 competition!”

Mahiru jumped out of her seat, crying out as she slammed her hand down onto a pile of tiles. “Yes! That gets me excited! Onee-san and Tsubasa-senpai won’t back down from this either!” 

Yuzu threw her hand out in front of them, “Then, Yuzukosho has reunited!” 

Ako and Yume put their hands on top of Yuzu’s and all at once they threw them up, “Yeah!” 

~0~

“Okay! Welcome to Yuzukosho’s first meeting back!” Yuzu cheered, with Yume and Ako sitting with her in a private room. 

“Happy to be back!” Yume smiled.

“Let’s do our best,” Ako agreed.

“Then, let’s start by choosing a song,” Yuzu said, opening one of the books they had gathered for the meeting. She flipped through the pages of the book, each page with a song and lyrics. She continued passing over the pages, neither one of the three girls objecting, as they scanned through the lyrics for the feel of their stage. 

Expressions of concentration plastered on their faces, Yuzu continued to turn another page, already more than halfway through the book. 

She left the next page open, all three reading over the lyrics. 

“This…” Yume muttered, her eyes growing wide. 

“Excitement of meet and bye bye of sorrow…” Ako read out. 

Yuzu put her hands down on the table, standing. Ako and Yume turned up to her. “This is it girls!” 

“Yeah!” Yume nodded.

“I agree,” Ako said, “the lyrics in this song seem to fit well with our theme!” 

Yuzu pulled the song out of the book, “Exactly! We’ve got a great catch here!” 

Ako grabbed the next book, which was the dance choreography collection. “Let me find the choreography to this song.”

“Yuzu’s pulling up the video already!” 

“I’ll start looking for our coords for the stage then!” Yume contributed, taking up one of Yuzu’s Shiny Smile card binders. 

Over the rest of their time, they collected the dance instructions and decided on the coords they would wear with the stage. 

Ako smiled, “Now that all that is set, we can now focus on our practice.” 

“Sounds good to me!” Yume smiled. “We have all week to do so. Let’s schedule our practice times,” she said, taking out her aikatsu mobile. 

Ako and Yuzu did the same, and they quickly organized their practice times. 

Yuzu put her hands on her hips as she looked at her unit members, “Great! Yuzukosho’s show is now up and running on the road!” 

~0~

A clap sounded, then, “This meeting is now in session.” Tsubasa spoke, a notebook in her hands. 

“My, Tsubasa-chan, do we have to be so formal?” Yozora smiled. 

“Yes, this is an important meeting to discuss our stage against Yuzukosho’s sudden emergence again.” 

Mahiru tapped her leg, “Well it seems like Yuzu-senpai came up with the idea suddenly.” 

Tsubasa shook her head, “That is very Yuzu-like.” 

Yozora laughed, “We should have expected it.”

“Anyways,” Tsubasa moved on, “we have our song chosen, and our practice is going well so far. Mahiru, have you been practicing the last two formations that you were struggling with?”

“Yes I have,” Mahiru confirmed.

“And how is it going?” 

“I think I might need some more self practice, otherwise I feel confident that I can merge with you and Onee-san,” Mahiru answered.

Tsubasa smiled, “Good to hear.” She looked to her peer, “Yozora, have you found coords for us to wear?” 

Yozora pulled open her binder to a page where three sets of coord were. “Right here,” she passed it to Tsubasa. 

Tsubasa inspected them carefully, then nodded, “These look good.” She passed the binder to Mahiru to see. 

Mahiru smiled, “I think this style will go well with our song.”

“Exactly!” Yozora smiled. 

Tsubasa wrote notes down in her notebook, then looked at the two girls. “Looks like we’re on track. Just a few more days until our debut show.” 

Yozora nodded, “That’s good to hear! We’ll surely give a spectacular show!” 

Mahiru grinned, “That’s right!”

“Perfect! Yuzu won’t know what hit her with this performance of ours!” Tsubasa declared. 

Yozora giggled, “Seems like you’re as riled up about this as she is, Tsubasa-chan.” 

Tsubasa blushed, “Th-that’s not true, I’m just excited to have a successful charity show…” 

Mahiru grinned, “I am too! SKY-GIRL won’t let down!” 

“Of course!” Yozora nodded. 

Tsubasa grinned, “Let’s give it our all, SKY-GIRL!”

~0~

“Ehh?” Haruka cried, “Yuzu-senpai and Ako-chan and Yume-chan are reforming Yuzukosho to go against Mahiru-chan and Yozora-senpai and Tsubasa-senpai in SKY-GIRL for a charity event?” 

Ako leaned back in surprise, blinking, “Well… that’s about all of it.”

Yume nodded, “That’s right, Haruka-chan.” 

Haruka pouted, “No fair! Haruka wants to participate too! But she doesn’t have a unit!” 

“Sorry, Haruka,” Mahiru said, “but it’s okay. We’re booked for this event anyways. Perhaps in the next one we can have you, as well.” 

Haruka kept pouting. “Fine,” she muttered. 

“Yoo-hoo, everyone!” Yuzu’s voice called out as she leaped into the gardens. 

“Yuzu-senpai!” Yume greeted, “How are you?” 

“Doing well!” Yuzu grinned.

“Hello everyone,” Lily waved, coming up beside Yuzu.

“Nice to see you, Lily-senpai,” Mahiru smiled. 

Lily looked around the girls, “I’ve been hearing about Yuzukosho’s practice sessions from Yuzu, but how is SKY-GIRL doing, Mahiru-san?” 

Mahiru smiled, “We’re doing well.” 

Yume and Ako inched towards the girl, trying to keep nonchalant expressions on their faces. 

Mahiru blinked at them oddly, “What are you two doing?” 

Yume flailed, “That’s it?”

Mahiru’s expression didn’t change. 

Ako moaned, “You aren’t going to say anything else about your practice?” 

“Oh,” Mahiru realized. She smiled, “Of course I won’t. I don’t our hard work to go to waste by spoiling it to my opponents.” 

Both girls’ faces fell. 

Yuzu laughed loudly, “That’s Mahiru-chi for you! Good going!” 

“It was worth a shot…” Yume murmured. 

“We should’ve expected it,” Ako said in defeat. 

Lily looked at the bluenette frowning at her seat, “Whatever’s the matter, Haruka-san?”

“Haruka’s upset because she doesn’t have a unit!” 

“Ah, I see,” Lily nodded. “When Yuzukosho first performed, it was for the school’s Fall Fest.” 

Yuzu smiled, “Yeah, but Lilliene and Mikki and Yuri-chi totally beat us!” 

Haruka sat up, “You beat them?” 

Lily blushed and nodded, “Yes, but it was with Miki-san and Yuri-san’s help.” 

“Is that so…” Haruka muttered. 

“Ah anyways, Yuzu’s here to get Ako-chi and Yume-chi for practice!” 

Ako and Yume stood. 

“That’s right, we should be off,” Ako said. 

Yume waved to the rest of them as their unit walked out of the gardens, “See you guys later!” 

“Bye,” Mahiru waved, then looked down at her own aikatsu mobile. “I should get going, too then. See you, Lily-senpai, Haruka.” 

“Goodbye,” Lily smiled. 

Left alone, Haruka stood up and jumped in front of Lily. The idol didn’t blink. 

“Lily-senpai! Haruka has a request!” 

Lily only raised an eyebrow as Haruka continued with her proposal.

~0~

“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to SKY-GIRL versus Yuzukosho’s charity event!” Anna-sensei’s voice rang over a large crowd of people at an outdoor venue. “Today we’re collecting money for the children’s hospital! Both units will be performing, and you get to choose the winner by donating under their unit! Whichever unit gathers more donations, will be victorious in this event!” Anna lifted her hands in the air, “Now let’s get this show on the road with SKY-GIRL!” 

The crowd roared as SKY-GIRL collected themselves backstage. 

Tsubasa, Yozora, and Mahiru stood beside each other, aikatsu system machines just ahead. 

“You girls ready?” Tsubasa asked. 

“Of course,” Yozora smiled. 

“Yes!” Mahiru declared. 

In each of their hands, they held their coords. In Yozora’s hand was the Pink Sunshine Fringe Coord. Tsubasa held the Water Sunshine Fringe Coord, and Mahiru the Yellow Sunshine Fringe Coord. 

“Mahiru Kasumi, like a radiant light!” 

“Yozora Kasumi, like a glimmering star!” 

“Tsubasa Kisaragi, holding nothing back!” 

“SKY-GIRL, let’s go!” 

SKY-GIRL made the stage, performing Love-Colored Passion. 

After their performance, Anna-sensei addressed the audience once again. “Thank you SKY-GIRL! Don’t forget to donate under their name if you liked their performance! However, don’t forget about Yuzukosho, who’s up right now! Let’s go baby!” 

Yuzukosho took their places at the aikatsu machines. 

Yuzu smiled at Ako and Yume, “SKY-GIRL was good, but we’ve got this in the bag, girls!” 

“I’m not worried at all!” Ako grinned. 

Yume nodded, “Yes! With our song dresses, we’ll do great!” 

The each held the set of their coords. Yuzu took the Yellow Skip Coord, Yume the Vivid Skip Coord, and Ako with the Emerald Skip Coord. 

“Yuzu Nikaido, fun is the best!” 

“Yume Nijino, ready to go!”

“Ako Saotome, making her dazzling entrance!”

“Yuzukosho’s show time!” 

Yuzukosho performed Ai Girl for the audience. 

Anna took the crowd after Yuzukosho finished. “Thank you, Yuzukosho! And that’s our two main performances for today!” 

SKY-GIRL gathered at the side of the stage, watching Anna-sensei speak to the crowd. Yuzukosho joined them quietly, waiting for their cue to take the stage for the final words. 

“Both units did great today, but we have an additional special performance for you!” Anna announced. 

The crowd cheered in joy. 

“What?” Tsubasa gasped. 

All the girls looked at each other in surprise. 

“A surprise performance?” Mahiru repeated. 

“By who?” Yume muttered. 

 Ako questioned, “Did anyone know this was planned?” 

“Yuzu has no idea, but now she’s excited to see it!” 

“Well, no matter how it happened, let’s watch,” Yozora decided. 

To their great surprise, it was The Admins. Lily, Miki, and Yuri took the stage, performing One Step for the roaring crowd. 

After their stage, both Yuzukosho and SKY-GIRL rushed up to the stage. 

“Lilliene!” Yuzu called cheerfully, “You surprised us!”

Lily smiled, “I’m glad. It was a rather last minute arrangement.” 

“By who?” Yume asked. 

A bundle of blue bounded onto the stage. “By Haruka!” 

“Haruka?”

“Haruka-chan?” 

“That’s right!” Haruka grinned, swaying left and right, “Haruka was upset that she couldn’t perform, but after she heard that the Admins beat both Yuzukosho and SKY-GIRL last time, she couldn’t miss out on the opportunity to reform them!” 

Miki nodded, “Lily-san and Haruka then contacted Yuri-san and I to join them for today’s event.” 

“I had to take a flight, but it was well worth it,” Yuri smiled. 

Yuzu laughed, “That’s great! You three surprised us all!” 

Tsubasa smiled, “It was quite a wonderful surprise.” 

“Your stage was spectacular as well,” Yozora complimented. 

Yuri grinned, “We hope so, because,” she turned to the audience, “The Admins are also participating in this competition!” 

“What!” Ako gasped with the girls. 

Miki nodded at them, “Yup! So everyone, get over to the donations and make sure you donate under The Admins!” She winked. 

“What’s this? Promoting yourselves?” Yozora laughed. 

“No way!” Yuzu cried, “Vote Yuzukosho, everyone!” 

“Yuzukosho for the win!” Yume joined. 

Mahiru grabbed tiles and slammed her hand through a stack of them. “Donate for SKY-GIRL!” 

“No, The Admins!” Haruka shouted back. 

The ten girls started calling out their respective unit names cheerfully as the audience shuffled towards the donation spots, many of them calling their choices with them. 

After some time, when things had settled down from all the excitement, Anna-sensei went up on the stage. “Thank you everyone for donating today! We have totalled all the contributions made today, and we have the final results!” 

SKY-GIRL, Yuzukosho, The Admins and Haruka were lined up on the stage. 

“Let’s see the results!” Anna called and a chart with all three unit names started growing their total bars. Each bar raced against each other, until the first bar to stop was… 

“And SKY-GIRL earned the least!” Anna announced. 

“No way!” Mahiru cried. 

Moments later, the golden bar stopped growing. 

“Next is Yuzukosho!” 

The final bar, in orange, grew much larger than the other two, before it finally stopped. 

“And the winner with the most contributions is The Admins!” 

The crowd cheered loudly, and so did the girls on stage. 

“Thank you everyone!” Yuri called. 

“The Admins did it!” Haruka cheered, leaping in the air. 

Lily stepped forward, “Thank you everyone for your donations. No matter who you voted for, your contributions will greatly benefit the children that we are raising this money for.” 

Tsubasa smiled, “I am a little upset that we didn’t make it to the top, but SKY-GIRL has a long road ahead of them!”

“Congrats Admins!” Yozora smiled. 

“I can admit that their performance was well worth the most donations,” Ako smiled. 

Yume nodded, “I’m glad!” 

Anna waved to the crowd, “Thank you again everyone! Have a good night!” 

~0~

Yuzukosho’s song → Ai Girl - Lyrics - Skip Coords

SKY-GIRL’s song → Love-Colored Passion - Lyrics - Sunshine Fringe Coords

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Puppy Love Ch2

Summary: Yuri has somewhere between two and four children, depending on how your definition of "child," a dog, two jobs, and a too-small apartment. Reconnecting with his estranged best friend wasn't supposed to be on this week's to-do list.

Link to AO3 in the notes.

Yuri doesn’t forget to go grocery shopping mainly by dint of wanting private time to sulk before he goes home. Fucking Flynn and his handsome fucking face and perfect career track and judgmental attitude. By the time he gets back to the apartment and throws together dinner, he’s all but pushed Flynn from his mind in favor of what he needs to get done at the bar tonight and how many hours he’ll be able to sleep between closing there and opening the café in the morning. He banters half-heartedly with Judy as she unloads the dishes from the dishwasher, straight into the kids’ hands. They all slump around the coffee table to eat.

“How was Repede’s trip to the vet?” Estelle asks.

“He’s full of vaccines,” Yuri says, trying not to sound surly. He doesn’t really want to think about it. “No rabies, parvo, hepatitis or Lyme disease for him.”

“Good!” Karol says. He reaches under the table to pat Repede on the head. Repede sniffs his fingers hopefully for food. “Repede’s gotta be healthy, who else will keep Yuri in line?”

“Me,” Judy offers. Yuri socks her lightly in the shoulder. “Hey, don’t hit a lady.”

“You’re not a lady, you’re a menace to society.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“It really doesn’t,” Rita says.

“You sure wouldn’t know that firsthand,” Yuri says. “Anyway, Judy, you have to let Raven tip you again—the old man won’t let me pay vet bills anymore.”

“I do let him tip me,” Judy says. Yuri curses, loudly. “Why would I turn down that much money? ...He pulled one over on you again, didn’t he?”

“That son of a bitch,” Yuri says, stabbing his fork into his spaghetti with more force than necessary. Karol stares at him with wide eyes. Yuri sighs. He’s supposed to be watching his language. “Sorry, Karol.”

“You’re moody tonight,” Rita says. She steals one of Karol’s meatballs while he’s distracted. He hollers with outrage and tries to steal it back. They wave forks wildly in each other’s directions. Yuri makes the executive decision not to intervene unless someone gets hurt for real. “You wake up on the wrong side of the bed or what?”

Yuri rolls his eyes at her and goes back to eating, ignoring her. The next time he looks up, there are four sets of expectant eyes on him.

“Seriously, guys?” He scowls at them. “...I ran into somebody I know this afternoon. I don’t want to—“

“It wasn’t Zagi, was it?” Karol asks, anxiously.

“What? No. I’d have all the blinds closed and the deadbolt drawn if it was Zagi.”

“We ought to just call the cops on him next time,” Rita says.

“Bold of you to suggest inviting the cops to an apartment inhabited by both Judy and myself,” Yuri says. “Considering we’re basically be gay, do crimes incarnate.”

Estelle has been quiet, looking thoughtful, but now she suddenly brightens. “Oh! Yuri, did you see Flynn at the vet? He’s a vet tech now, isn’t he?”

Goddammit, how did she do that?

“Yeah,” Yuri says, sullenly.

“That’s wonderful!”

“Sure.”

“I’ve really been wanting to get you two back in touch,” Estelle says, beaming at him. Of course she has. Estelle’s an angel and Flynn’s probably never had a single damn reason to be cross with her. She doesn’t get it. “I mean, I didn’t because I don’t know whether I should tell him where I am now, since he knows Dr. Dinoia... And I didn’t know how to explain how I know you without mentioning that I’m here....”

“Who’s this Flynn you two keep bringing up, anyway?” Rita demands.

“Hold on, I think I have a picture of him somewhere,” Estelle says. She scrolls through her phone for a moment, then holds it out for Rita to see.

“That guy?” Rita scrunches her nose up. Karol insistently motions for Estelle to show him, too. Judy peers over his shoulder. “Yuri’s friend? I wouldn’t have made that connection.”

“You’ve met Flynn?” Yuri looks at her askance, morbidly curious. “How’d that go?”

“He tried to boss me around as part of some stupid outreach project with our class and the local university,” Rita says. Sounds like Flynn, alright. “So I was like, ‘I know more than you,’ and after a bit he told me to keep up the good work and left me alone.”

“He didn’t even chew you out?”

“Nope,” Rita says, around a mouthful of spaghetti.

Estelle lowers her fork with a frown. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard Flynn chew someone out, either...”

“Great,” Yuri mutters, digging back into his food. So it’s just a him thing, then. Cool. Fine. Another fuck-up extraordinaire Yuri Lowell privilege. He loves having those.

“I thought you’d be happier,” Estelle says, still frowning. “Aren’t you excited?”

“Thrilled.”

“You two missed each other so much!”

“Heart-rendingly.”

Rita kicks him under the table. “Don’t pick on Estelle.”

“I’m not picking on her,” Yuri says. His jaw aches from gritting his teeth so much today. “I don’t want to talk about Flynn right now. Karol, how was practice?”

The kids all exchange looks. Still, Karol is always eager to talk about lacrosse, and within seconds the tense silence gives way to his enthusiastic, interminable chatter. Thank God. Yuri gets some peace of mind for exactly as long as it takes to finish dinner and take Repede on a lap around the block. He studiously does not check his phone and does not think about what, if anything, he would say to start a conversation with Flynn. It works great right up until he and Judy are loaded into the car so he can drop her off at her bartending job on the way to his own.

“So,” she says, drawing the word out. “Flynn, huh.”

“I said I don’t want to talk about it,” Yuri says, keeping his eyes focused on the road.

“It’s been an awfully long time to still be mad,” Judy says.

“Shut up, you don’t even know him,” Yuri snaps, then stops, taking a deep breath. “...Sorry.”

She shrugs, unfazed. “I knew it was a sore spot when I brought it up.”

They’re both quiet for a minute. Slowly, feeling out the words as they come to him, Yuri says, “I don’t have any reason to think things would be any different now than they were the last time I saw him.”

“Hmm.”

“He’s further along with his life plan, and I’ve added, like, three new obstacles to whatever the fuck mine is anymore, along with not going anywhere with it in the first place.”

“It would be awfully harsh of him to judge you for that,” Judy says. “Considering most of the obstacles in your life come from an inability to ignore people in need.”

Yuri laughs, bitterly. “Flynn’s pretty good at harsh judgement if you catch him in the right mood. Or the wrong one, I guess.”

She reaches over and gently pats his leg. “Maybe he’s changed. What did he say to you at the vet?”

“He told me I never change, scolded me for picking up freeloaders and for being rude to the old man, suggested Repede destroyed Estelle’s shoes because I don’t exercise him enough...”

“And?” Judy prompts, when Yuri makes the fatal mistake of hesitating.

“...And said he missed me and wanted to catch up over coffee sometime.”

Judy’s silence speaks volumes.

“All of the first things I said still happened,” Yuri says.

“And you can talk to him about them,” she says. “But Estelle was right, you know. I can tell you missed him, too. Everybody who hears you talk about him can tell.”

Yuri grips the steering wheel harder. “Just because we missed each other doesn’t mean everything will magically work out.”

“No, but it might mean it’s worth the effort of trying.”

“This is why I didn’t want to talk about this.”

“Why, because you know I have a point and you can’t argue with it?”

“Judy.” They pull into the parking lot of her bar. For once in their shared career history, they’re early. Of all the nights, it had to be this one. Judy takes off her seatbelt and rests her fingers against the handle of the door.

“Let me make you a deal. Mm... more of a bet, perhaps.”

“...I’ll hear you out, at least.”

“You have to talk to Flynn about your relationship and shop for a new apartment...” she raises her free hand to forestall his protests. “And I have to talk to Rita about my anti-military robotics raids and figure out how to rescue Ba’ul.”

“What’s the bet?”

“If I accomplish my goals before you accomplish yours...” Judy drums her fingers against the handle. “We’ll sit down as a family and have a discussion about your little crush.”

Yuri feels the color drain out of his face. “That’s not—I don’t have a crush.”

“Hmm. Your pining, then?”

“I’m not pining either!”

“You’re right, that conversation wouldn’t go anywhere,” Judy says. “It would just devolve into you and Rita calling each other gay. We can talk about the self-esteem issues sabotaging your relationships instead.”

“Get out of my fucking car.”

He reaches across her to yank open the passenger-side door. She catches his hand. “But if you accomplish your goals before I accomplish mine... Should I pick your prize, or do you have something in mind?”

Yuri stares at her, eyes narrowed. Judy smiles back, sweet as honey and sharp as a razor.

“...If I win, you have to get therapy for your daddy issues.”

Her face falls into a scowl, but she extends her hand to him. “Fine. Do you accept the bet, then?”

Yuri shakes on it. “Hope you like shopping for therapists.”

“Oh, baby. You just keep telling yourself that.”

She lets herself out of the car and blows him a kiss as she disappears into the employee entrance of the bar. Yuri, for the second time that day, gives himself thirty seconds to freak out behind the steering wheel. Then he takes a deep, fortifying breath and puts the stick shift into reverse.

Life goes on, apparently with Flynn in it whether Yuri likes it or not.

[no-longer-tainted]

Six chances to fail according to plan [fic]

Happy Valentine’s Day Yuri! ♥ ( @chuuyeetos ) I’m your Secret Valentine on the Discord Server and I hope you enjoy the fic I’ve written for you!! 

Title: Six chances to fail according to plan Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and every time Dazai is alone with Chuuya, someone interrupts them with something Dazai thinks of unnecessary. It takes him six tries until they are alone and he can ask Chuuya what he planned since morning. 

Read on: AO3 

"Alone on Valentine's Day?", Dazai asked Chuuya who was sitting on a working laptop in the Port Mafia's empty canteen. It was still too early for lunch so no one was around here. "As expected from someone like you." 

A sigh escaped Chuuya and he rolled his eyes while shaking his head slightly. "It's not like you have a date yourself, right?" He finished typing the sentence, he started before Dazai interrupted him and closed the device after saving the document. With Dazai around, it was impossible to concentrate on work and the report could take some delay. "So what?", he asked and let his hand hover over an envelope next to the laptop, not sure if he should put it away or not. 

Dazai sat down on the table next to the closed laptop and his lips formed a smirk. "I was about to ask someone to be my Valentine for today." 

For a moment, surprise lit up in Chuuya's eyes before he raised his eyebrow at his partner, ignoring the nervous skip of his heart. He hadn't expected that Dazai would place importance on commercial days like today but then again, he never knew what he had to expect with him anyway. "Oh yeah? Who is that lucky person you want to ask out?" 

"Actually-" Dazai chuckled, looking around in the room like he was searching for the right words. "it's a pretty dumb person who wouldn't even get it if I asked directly." 

Frowning now at Dazai, Chuuya wasn't sure what he should answer on that, putting the envelope back in his pocket. When he was honest, Chuuya couldn't take a guess on the person, Dazai wanted to ask out. Who would be so dense and not getting a direct question like this?  "How complicated are you planning to ask them out?", Chuuya asked finally, taking a sip of his coke afterwards. Maybe more sugar helped to deal with this idiot.

"Oh, Chuuya, here you are." 

Chuuya leaned back in the chair to have a look on who was interrupting them. "Ane-san!" His eyes lit up with happiness and he jumped up from his chair. "What can I do for you?" 

Kouyou looked at Dazai, scanned him from head to toes before she spoke up to him: "Even as an executive member of the Port Mafia it is inappropriate to sit on the table, Dazai." After he jumped down with a simple 'I'm sorry.', Kouyou put her attention on Chuuya. She reached out to him and gave him a small purplish-red textile pouch with pink cherry blossoms on it. "It is some chocolate. I hope you can enjoy it." 

Smiling at Kouyou, Chuuya thanked her for it with a brief hug and a simple but euphoric "Thank you!" It was the first chocolate he received today and that it was from Kouyou made him really happy. Though, he knew she wouldn't go all out and make it herself but he appreciated her gesture and that she thought of him as important enough to buy him something. 

"You look way too happy about it, chibi," Dazai said to him after Kouyou had left them again because she had a meeting with Mori. He was playing with the textile package, Chuuya had received, his head supported on his other hand. 

Chuuya took it before Dazai would open it and probably eat it without giving it another thought. "You're just jealous that I got something from Ane-san and you came away empty-handed!" He definitely wouldn't let his mood marred by Dazai. 

Clicking his tongue. "As if." Dazai turned to leave Chuuya.

It wasn't a full hour later when Chuuya was walking through the Port Mafia halls to get rid of some time. There wasn't exactly much to do today so it was a little boring since he was already done with all the reports for the day.

"Chuuuya~"

Maybe he shouldn't have thought about it being boring because this always seemed to summon his loud partner. "What do you need now, shitty Dazai?" 

Putting an arm around Chuuya, Dazai walked next to his partner. "Can't I just greet my partner without having a reason for it?", he asked and had the most innocent smile on his face while Chuuya just raised both eyebrows at him, not believing a single word he just heard. "Okay~ maybe I wanted to ask you something." 

Not minding the arm around him, Chuuya just stopped and looked at Dazai, waiting for whatever question the other executive member would have. He guessed it would be something stupid about his next suicide attempt - maybe he found some Valentine's Day specific methods on the internet and wanted to clarify something. 

"You know~," Dazai began and was looking around in the halls. It was empty, only a few open offices doors from where you could hear the typing sounds on keyboards or some phones ringing. "Do you want-"

Before he was able to finish his sentence, Hirotsu left one of the offices and approached them, waving at them. "Oh, Chuuya-san. I already looked for you but couldn't find you." The old man greeted Dazai with a short nod with his head and looked back at Chuuya. "I wanted to give you my gratitude for recommending me those wines a few days ago." 

Chuuya put the arm of Dazai away while turning towards Hirotsu to face him while talking. 

Dazai really wasn't in the mood to discuss some expensive alcohol that didn't even taste delicious. 

Chuuya, on the other hand, beamed happily at Hirotsu. "Oh, I'm glad you liked them! I tried to find some in different price classes, so which one was the best for you?" The taller man rolled his eyes before he slipped away. Confused, Chuuya looked at Dazai. What crawled up his ass so suddenly? Though, he wasn't able to stop Dazai by calling him back because Hirotsu was giving him the answer to his question and distracted Chuuya for a while. 

Two or three hours after lunch hour, Dazai tried to approach Chuuya again but before he could reach him, Kyouka was already by Chuuya's side and he decided to just let it be and watch the situation. 

Kyouka was holding a small box behind her back and her fingers played with the red ribbon around it, her cheeks having a slightly red color - unusual for the little girl to be nervous around someone so openly. 

"What can I do for you, Kyouka?", Chuuya asked her and patted her head softly with a smile on his lips. He saw that she was nervous around him and tried to ease it a little. 

Pressing her lips into a thin line, Kyouka looked to her side before she looked directly at Chuuya with her blue eyes - more vivid than in most other situations. "It's Valentine's Day," she started to speak up, "So I made you some chocolates." With those words, she put the box behind her back in front of her and tried to hold eye contact with Chuuya. 

Chuuya took the small black box with the red ribbon. He hadn't expected to get something from her, too.

"It-It's a thank you for always looking out for me. It was the first time I made chocolates by myself so I hope you'll like them!", she explained her situation and it was clearly visible on her face that she was relieved when Chuuya gave her a hug and another pat on her head. 

"Thank you, I'm glad you thought about me!"

A shy smile appeared on the girls face and you could almost feel how happy she was that Chuuya had accepted her Valentine’s present. "Oh, did you already give him your present for Valentine's Day?", she asked and Chuuya shrugged his head. 

"No, not yet. There wasn't the right time until now."

While Chuuya gave Kyouka the answer to her question, Dazai had approached them and gave Chuuya a soft clap on his butt, what made him jump closer to Kyouka and angrily turn around to Dazai. "What the hell?!" 

"Don't mind me," Dazai said and looked at Chuuya with a smug smile on his face. "I just wanted to give chibi a push to ask their crush out!" 

Before Chuuya could punch Dazai, Kyouka grabbed his sleeve and stared at him with her huge blue eyes. It made Chuuya sigh deeply. He patted Kyouka's head with his free hand and tried to smile at her. "Thank you, I'll ask them later."

A while later, both Dazai and Chuuya, left Mori's office together. He had summoned them for a quick mission update they will begin in three days. Chuuya looked up at Dazai who wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings. "So? Did you manage to ask your-" His heart clenched a little when he thought about the word he wanted to use. "crush if they want to be your Valentine?" 

Humming, Dazai just shrugged his shoulders as an answer. "Who knows? Why do you want to know?" Like most of the time, his spoken answer was a counter question. 

It was to be expected, Chuuya thought. As if he would just straight forward tell him when he asked. "Just curious and I wanted to pity the poor person having the honour of getting your attention." 

"You could just-" But before he was able to form a full sentence, Higuchi had stopped right in front of them, out of nowhere and almost crashing into them with the speed she evinced. Breathlessly, she supported her arms on her knees and tried to catch some air. 

Her hair was a mess and most of her hair wasn't in her hair bun. "Dazai-san-, Nakahara-san." The syllable of their names only came out in broken parts because she was still recovering from her long-run, her face slowly recovering from the redness. "Do you know where Akutagawa-senpai is?" 

Chuuya and Dazai both looked at each other before they shook their head in synchronous. Now that Higuchi mentioned him, Chuuya hadn't seen him the whole day and as far as he knew he wasn't assigned to any mission for today either. 

Higuchi bit on the nail of her thumb and seemed to think feverish about where to find Akutagawa. After a brief moment, she sighed and bowed slightly in front of the two executive members. "I'm sorry for disturbing you." She walked a few steps past them and turned around again: "Please enjoy your Valentine's Day together!" With a wide smile, she waved at them before she walking off to find Akutagawa.

Hearing her words made Chuuya blush slightly. "As if I would enjoy this day with this shitty mackerel!", he called at her but she only waved it off with her hand while speeding up her steps to find Akutagawa. 

"Chuuya! Wait for me!" Dazai sped up his steps to catch up with Chuuya who stopped and turned around to him. 

"What do you need now?", he asked his partner. "If you want to complain that you got dumped by your planned Valentine-" Dazai had caught up to Chuuya in the meanwhile. "then sorry. I've no time for that." 

"I didn't get dumped, chibi~," Dazai said and both started to walk next to each other, "Actually, I wanted to ask you if-"

Though, they weren't even able to walk more than three meters together when someone ran in between them and hid behind Chuuya, grabbing his coat like he himself was a shield. 

"Elise-chan!"

Now it was more than obvious who was hiding behind Chuuya without even turning around. 

"Oh, Dazai-kun, Chuuya-kun." Mori greeted them with his typical smile. "I'm sorry to interrupt your togetherness on Valentine's Day again." Subtle like a child in a toy shop, Mori tried to look behind Chuuya to get a glimpse of Elise. "Come on, Elise-chan, don't let us interrupt them more." 

"Actually-", Chuuya began but Dazai interrupted him by grabbing his arm and pulling him away from Elise to give Mori a full sight on the little girl. "What?" Confused Chuuya looked up at Dazai and frowned slightly. 

"I wanted to show you something." Not waiting for any reaction of the others, Dazai pulled Chuuya along with him. Mori and Elise both looking at each other before they watched the scene of Chuuya stumbling behind Dazai's fast walking pace, insulting him the most creative way they ever heard. 

The moment, they reached the door to leave the building, Chuuya got called again. For a split second, Dazai thought about not stopping and just walk outside, pulling Chuuya with him but Chuuya had stopped and with a strong movement also freed his wrist from Dazai's grip. 

"Mi- Tachihara, what can I do for you?", Chuuya asked and smiled at him. Nervously, Tachihara looked around and wasn't able to look directly at Chuuya, Dazai rolling his eyes standing behind Chuuya. "I wanted to ask if you have a spare minute?" 

"No, he doesn't," Dazai hissed with a death glare at Tachihara what made both him and Chuuya flinch. 

"What? Of course I-"

"No." Dazai grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers, his eyes about to kill Tachihara on spot. "Did you already forget that I wanted to show you something?"

Chuuya's reaction to their intertwined fingers was more than obvious with his red cheeks and his three tries to form a sentence towards Dazai before he turned towards Tachihara and apologized. "Sorry, we can talk later, okay?"

Tachihara only nodded, still feeling Dazai's death glare on him. 

When they left the building, it was already pitch black outside and the cold wind danced around them. "So what do you want to show me now?", Chuuya asked him, still feeling the heat in his face from their joined hands. They walked a few more meters, leaving footprints in the freshly fallen snow behind them before Chuuya asked again. "Dazai?" 

Dazai stopped underneath a lighted street lamp. No one else was around them and the streets around them were empty too. "You were about to call him by his given name." 

The statement confused Chuuya. "Who?" What was he talking about now and why the hell did he stop in the middle of nowhere? 

"Tachihara." 

The dry answer made Chuuya look away. So Dazai had noticed how he corrected himself. "Yeah, but it has nothing to do with you anyway therefore what's your problem with it?" He didn't want to hear any lectures about him getting too familiar with his subordinates and he didn't want to hear any other stupid comment Dazai may have upon his sleeve. 

Not looking at Chuuya, Dazai seemed to search an answer elsewhere in their environment. "Why-" He bit on his bottom lip and chewed on it, having Chuuya's confused eyes on him. "Why did you never try to call me by my name?"

Taken aback by this, Chuuya's eyes widened and within a second he had turned away from Dazai, freeing his hand with the same movement. His heart skipped a few beats in his rib cage before speeding up to the double, the blood rushing up in his face. "What-What the hell?" 

Dazai took a deep breath. "I always call you Chuuya but you never called me-" Turning around back to face Dazai, he pressed his hand against his mouth. "Stop that!", he shouted. "It's fucking embarrassing okay?" His heartbeat still worked against him and he tried to calm down by taking a few deep breaths. "I don't know why it's so hard but just calling you- just thinking about calling you-" Chuuya bit on his bottom lip, looking down on his in snow-covered boots. His hand sank down next to his body and he played with the hem of his jacket. 

"Can you look at me, Chuuya?"  

Chuuya shook his head and felt like a little child not wanting to eat his vegetables.

Dazai stepped a little closer and intertwined their fingers again. "I can't show you what I wanted to show you," Dazai said and took another step closer. 

With his face still red, Chuuya looked up and before he even realized it, his face was cupped by Dazai's hand and his whole body prickled warm when he felt the other man's lips on his own. 

It was only a fleeting moment before Dazai pulled away, his hands slowly slipping away from Chuuya's face. "I love you, Chuuya." He took a step back and smiled at Chuuya. "That's all I wanted to tell you and it's up to you if you believe me or not."

Two things were obvious on Chuuya's face right now. First was his embarrassment about the direct confession towards him. The second thing was how his brain worked for an answer but all Chuuya got was a total blackout. "What do you mean?" 

"See?", Dazai tried to avoid direct eye contact with Chuuya. "I already said you this morning that the person I want to ask out is too dumb to understand it even if I say it directly to them." 

Chuuya could feel how the anger slowly crept up in his body. He wasn't mad at Dazai for what he said, more on how he expected him to read his barely spread hints again. "How am I supposed to believe that?!" Chuuya made a counter question. "All you do is teasing me!"

Brushing a hand through his brown locks, Dazai sighed. "Because that's the only time I get your full attention."

"That's not-"

"Just look back at today's day," Dazai said, interrupting Chuuya. "I was around you on so many occasions but as soon as someone else entered our space, you turned away." 

Chuuya was about to deny it but Dazai was right. "I-" He was at a total loss for words and his hands began to sweat while his heart still jumped like crazy. "Then you probably don't take this as an answer?" Chuuya searched in his pocket for the small envelope and the plastic bag to give it to Dazai, shoving it against his chest with maybe a little too much power. "Now it comes off like it's a sorry present but actually I wanted to give it to you the whole day." 

After Dazai held them with a questionable look, Chuuya added: "The cookies are bought and the tickets for a movie today may seem- I don't know? Boring? But that's what you need to put up with loving me because that's everything I can come up and I know you're probably used to more than that as presents but then again, I wasn't sure what to get for you because you could buy everything yourself anyway and-." 

The flood of words out of Chuuya's mouth only stopped, when Dazai kissed him again. 

This time it was more confident and when he felt Chuuya relaxing, he parted his lips slightly. Chuuya's hand clung onto Dazai's shirt and he supported his body against his chest when he tiptoed to get even closer to Dazai. 

"For fuck's sake! It's your fault that we missed the movie!"

"Oh yeah? Who was the one not letting go of my lips, huh?"

[min-minn]

Symphony - Chapter Six

A03

Summary: Viktor Nikiforov, tenor prodigy and top student at the Salchow Institute of Music, is looking for an accompanist.

And word around campus is that Yakov Feltsman, Head of Music and conductor of the prestigious Institute Band, is looking for new members.

Yuuri Katsuki is just looking to survive his next Piano recital

OR

The Yuri on CONCERT Music School AU that we all deserve

Pairings: Viktor Nikiforov/ Yuuri Katsuki

Rating: Teen And Up

Content Warning: Anxiety

A/N: First, can I just say, I'm so sorry this took so long. Life has finally settled down, and you can all thank soft Korean dramas for getting me back in the mood to update. I need my boys like I need air. I need their soft little moments.

A huge thank you to everyone for your patience, your support, your general amazingness. I've said it before and I'll say it again, this fandom is magical. Thank you.

WON'T MAKE ANY PROMISES AGAIN BUT, my dream is to update fortnightly. Fingers crossed I can do it. Stay tuned for more disaster-bi-Min. The only promise I will make is that this fic will be completed before I die. Its become my solemn duty.

Lots of soft-Korean-drama-love,

- Min

Translations:

ミール - (miiru) - literally "Meal"

Yuuri found his voice as they were walking to the bus, managing to disentangle himself from the group and pull Phichit back with him.

“Phichit, please,” he gasped, reaching to grab his friend’s hand and squeeze it desperately. “We need to talk.”

Phichit was still starry eyed, gazing after the group in front of them like he’d just won some kind of lottery. But when he saw Yuuri’s face, flushed and fearful, his eyes grew sombre.

“Yuuri, I’m so sorry,” and his voice was soft. He reached down to hold Yuuri’s other hand, clasping at them, bringing Yuuri close and slowing them down so they could lag behind the rest of the group.

“I know it was wrong of me,” he said, watching the ground as they walked. “I betrayed your trust and it was really stupid but, come on!” and he waved a hand at the group of students, all laughing and singing and jostling each other as they walked. Christophe and Jean-Jaques and Seung-gil and Mila. Names he’d known for years. Names that belonged in Broadway lights and glossy magazine titles.

And somehow, they were one of them.

The main thought going through his mind, despite it all, was how important this was for Phichit. How hard Phichit had worked to get himself into the Institute Band. The countless hours of practice and preparation. This was his dream. It meant everything to him, and Yuuri wanted to fight for it. Wanted to make it a reality and watch his best friend soar.

But for him…

What did he want?

He’d gone along with the original idea because of Phichit. Because Phichit had convinced him that Viktor had wanted him to audition…

Viktor.

As they meandered through the quad, Yuuri caught glimpses of Viktor’s silver hair amongst the crowd. Flashes of his profile, face beaming, smile like the sun…

Try as he might, over the past few weeks, Yuuri just couldn’t get that first practice out of his mind. The way Viktor’s voice had filled every cell in his body and set it alight. The way his own hands had responded, coaxing music from the piano keys like he were penning a new language. A language just for them…

He wanted to speak it again.

“You’re … an asshole,” Yuuri mumbled into his scarf, still watching the crowd and slowly coming to terms with what was really happening. “And this is insane.”

Yet, despite his anger and fear, it was starting to dawn on him. He was in the band. He’d been accepted.

He’d get to perform with Viktor again…

And somehow, even if Viktor was just being kind. Even if he were just taking pity on Yuuri, that was okay. It was okay because it felt good.

“But it’s real, Yuuri!” Phichit squealed in response, shifting to grab a hold of Yuuri’s arm by his side as they walked, skipping slightly to catch up as the group came close to the bus stop. “This is really happening!”

“Yeah,” and Yuuri found himself giggling despite himself. It was insane. It wouldn’t last. But maybe, just for now, he could let himself enjoy it.

“I’m still going to kill you, though,” Yuuri said with a laugh, falling into Phichit’s shoulder to knock him off balance.

The two were laughing heartily by the time they reached the bus stop, Phichit still hanging off Yuuri’s arm. As their bus pulled to a stop, Yuuri felt the back of his neck tingle uncomfortably. He turned and saw their group preparing to board, Viktor standing near the back…

Watching him.

The blush was instant and fierce. Viktor’s eyes were disarming – achingly beautiful pools of blue set in a silver frame – and Yuuri couldn’t help the way his body seemed to respond on its own, heart stuttering, knees growing weak. He swallowed, realising he’d probably been laughing a little too loudly, instinctively rubbing the back of his neck.

And he tried not to notice Viktor making his way towards them.

Phichit made a noise at the back of his throat, smirking back at Yuuri as he noticed. “Can’t say no to that, either.”

“Sit next to me, Yuuri!” Viktor suddenly said in a sing-song voice, face breaking into a smile as he took a few steps closer. Yuuri almost stepped back, his throat closing in on itself. Viktor’s voice should be a normal sound, by now. Shouldn’t send thrills through Yuuri’s nerves like he’d just been struck by lightning. Shouldn’t turn his legs to water and close off his throat.

But Viktor was close now and Yuuri couldn’t breathe.

“He’d love to!” Phichit said instead, still tangled on his arm and almost bouncing on the spot with excitement. Yuuri threw him a desperate look, but Phichit only winked.

“I’m going to find that tall, dark, and handsome double bass,” Phichit said, glancing over to where Yuuri could see Christophe boarding the bus. He glanced back and offered a friendly wave to Phichit who all but bounded after him like a puppy. Yuuri could only stare after them as his friend disappeared onto the bus, leaving him alone with Viktor.

Viktor.

Viktor, who was still waiting for some kind of reply.

“O—Okay,” Yuuri said lamely, not daring to look Viktor in the eye.

“I have so much I want to ask you,” Viktor said, the smile all too obvious in his voice. “I’m so happy you decided to audition, in the end.”

“Y—Yeah, well,” Yuuri rubbed the back of his neck again, shuffling along next to Viktor as they boarded the bus. “It was all Phichit.”

They paid their fares, flashing their student IDs and making their way onto the bus. The only seats available were at the back, tucked in the corner behind the rest of the group. Yuuri offered a shy wave to a few of the members – Seung-gil, who he was acquainted with from the SIM Orchestra, nodding stoically in response. He could see two younger students – Guang Hong he knew as well, a saxophone major like Phichit, and next to him, another boy who he assumed must be the remaining saxophonist from the case on his lap. They were chattering away as they shared a phone screen, Guang Hong glancing up and smiling as Yuuri passed. He could feel his nerves settle somewhat as he realised that there were at least a few members younger than him – as he realised they weren’t going to try and eat him alive the first chance they got. Maybe he could even make some friends…

“Window or aisle?” Viktor offered as they reached the back of the bus, gesturing to the empty pair of seats. Yuuri swallowed.

“I—I don’t mind,” he whispered, attempting a small smile. Viktor blinked and seemed to be momentarily distracted. Oh. Was that too indecisive? Yuuri chewed on his lower lip as Viktor watched after him intently. Was he having second thoughts? Did he want to sit with Chris instead—?

“Y—You first, then,” Viktor said with a nervous laugh. Nervous? No, it couldn’t be. Yuuri was suddenly reminded of their first practice together – how Viktor had shuffled his feet and stammered his words. He could only put it down to awkwardness. Yes, that had to be it. Yuuri’s complete lack of social skills probably put him off guard. He must be used to people with far more confidence. People who actually knew how to hold conversations and weren’t reduced to a blabbering puddle around his good looks.

Yuuri ducked his head and settled himself in by the window, clutching his satchel in his lap, trying to cover up the obvious holes and tattered material. Viktor sat beside him as the bus began to move and, thankfully, didn’t seem to notice.

As the bus rumbled into gear, Yuuri couldn’t help but glance past Viktor to where Phichit was sitting down next to Christophe, already engaged in animated conversations and laughing loudly. Yuuri smiled as he watched – Phichit was obviously smitten. It warmed his heart to see his friend so happy, and Christophe seemed to enjoy the conversation too. Though Yuuri couldn’t help but wonder what his relationship was with Viktor. Surely they were together, after what Yuuri had seen earlier. The chemistry was palpable, even now, Chris glancing Viktor’s way every now and then…

“—together?” a voice cut across his thoughts, coming at him from a distance. He snapped back in his seat, turning to see Viktor looking at him with his brow creased, eyes bright and searching.

“S—Sorry?” Yuuri asked softly, chiding himself.

“Are you and Phichit together?” Viktor asked again, his mouth a thin line.

Yuuri blinked. “What?” And before he could stop himself, another blush bloomed across his cheeks. “Phichit?” and his voice was all but a squeak.

“Yeah,” Viktor glanced away, a smile across his features that seemed strange somehow. Out of place. “You guys seem close,” and the way Viktor’s voice grew soft did strange things to Yuuri’s heartrate.

“Oh, no!” Yuuri threw his hands up, waving them in front of him to try and get his message across. “No! We’re just friends.”

“Oh!” and Yuuri watched on as that strange smile suddenly broke into an honest grin. He couldn’t quite place the difference – they seemed just as bright and warm and Viktor – and yet…

“That’s good,” Viktor said with a huff, seeming to relax. Yuuri’s mind melted into static as he tried to make sense of it all. Good? Why was it good?

“I mean, not good!” Viktor suddenly cried, sitting up in his seat and leaning forward.

“Relationships are good, I mean. Good to have. And Phichit seems like a great guy!” and now it was Viktor’s turn to gesture wildly, hands moving like he’d said something wrong.

Yuuri was sure Viktor was speaking another language.

“H—He is,” Yuuri said quietly, brow furrowing as he tried to make sense of what, exactly, Viktor was trying to say. His thoughts quickly turned to Christophe, and it all clicked into place. Of course. Viktor was worried about Phichit. Worried about Phichit and Christophe, seated together, laughing together…

“Christophe seems like a great boyfriend,” Yuuri managed to say, glancing towards the pair and offering a small smile. Saying it out loud seemed to help the strange ache he felt in his chest because of course they were together. How could someone like Viktor Nikiforov be single?

“Oh, Chris is very single,” Viktor said with a laugh, leaning over and waving at Chris. “Aren’t you mon cher?”

Chris glanced up, tilting his head ever so slightly. “I am?”

“Very single,” Viktor said with a wink.

“Oh! Yes,” and Chris smiled, glancing pointedly at Phichit who seemed to melt on queue. Yuuri’s heart leapt into his throat.

Chris was single.

“And… you’re single?” Yuuri blurted out, voice quiet, blushing furiously as he heard the words leave his mouth, glancing up at Viktor through strands of hair that had an annoying habit of falling across his eyes.

Viktor made a strange noise – something between a groan and a whimper. A laugh? What was it? But Yuuri could hardly follow the thought through, because Viktor was looking back at him with such a strange expression on his face that had him holding his breath…

Almost like … excitement.

“Yes!” he said, a little too enthusiastically, flashing a bright smile that made Yuuri feel like he were in the middle of summer rather than bundled up for winter as he was now.

Single.

Viktor was single.

“Very single!” Chris chimed in from across the aisle, giggling a little like it were some kind of inside joke. “Getting him to the clubs is like pulling teeth.”

“Chris!” Viktor cried, scrambling in his seat. The other man just laughed, Phichit giggling along with him. Even Yuuri had to stifle a laugh that suddenly threatened to bubble out of his throat.

“Ignore him,” Viktor said with a sigh, offering Yuuri a weak smile as he relaxed back into his seat. Yuuri could see the beginnings of a pink flush across Viktor’s cheeks and oh. Oh.

Viktor was embarrassed?

Yuuri felt like his world was falling off its axel.

He decided to very pointedly keep his gaze straight ahead, far too enraptured by the way the soft colour of Viktor’s cheeks had set his heart racing. The awkwardness of the whole conversation was catching up with him. Why had he even asked that—?

“I’m not actually sure where we’re going,” Viktor said after a beat, one finger on his lips as he suddenly grew pensive. “I’m meant to be deciding, but I hardly go out for dinner…”

Yuuri furrowed his brow. “You don’t?”

Viktor smiled softly at him, “No, I rarely get the chance. Between the NYCO and SIM, my nights are usually booked.” He was staring ahead in a distant way, and Yuuri found himself imagining Viktor, at rehearsals or practicing, coming home late and getting straight into bed. It was an image he couldn’t seem to make peace with – so contrary to what he’d imagined previously. From Viktor’s outgoing nature, Yuuri had always assumed he’d be quite social outside of school.

Perhaps he’d had it wrong all along?

“What about you, Yuuri?” Viktor asked suddenly, eyes growing bright. “Do you know somewhere we could go?”

“M—Me?” Yuuri squeaked, blanching at the suddenness of the question. Viktor was asking him?

“I’m not…” he desperately tried to sift through his scrambled mind, trying to remember the last time he’d eaten out.

“T—There is a nice place … near here,” Yuuri managed, fidgeting with the satchel in his lap as he glanced out the window at the city passing by. “ミール it’s called.”

Viktor blinked at him, cocking his head ever so slightly. “Mi…du?”

Yuuri ducked his head to hide the instinctive smile, “Oh, it’s Japanese,” he said softly. “It means ‘Meal,’ but it’s the Japanese way of saying it.”

Viktor was still staring at him, eyes wide. “Midu,” he tried again, and Yuuri felt his heart race dangerously close to some sort of cardiac arrest. The way the syllables rolled off Viktor’s tongue, adorably awkward around his accent… it was enough to make Yuuri weak.

“C--Close enough,” he said with a small chuckle, feeling that same smile tug his lips. Viktor was still staring at him, the blush from earlier still apparent across his cheeks.

“You’re Japanese,” Viktor stated simply.

“Yes,” Yuuri said slowly, attempting to tuck some of his unruly hair behind his ear. “I moved here just under four years ago.”

“Let’s go to Midu then!” Viktor said suddenly, and before Yuuri could stop him, he was jumping up in his seat and calling out across the bus. “JJ! We’re going to Midu!”

Jean-Jaques – who Yuuri realised must be called JJ amongst friends – turned towards them, seated a few rows in front with a phone pressed to his ear. He glanced back toward Viktor with a confused expression, giving him a slow thumbs up before turning back to his call.

“What a relief,” Viktor said with a sigh, sitting back down heavily. “I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find us a decent place.”

Yuuri felt a familiar spike of fear in his chest. “A—Are you sure?” Yuuri asked, voice breaking in his panic. “It’s just a local yakitori bar. Nothing special.”

“If it’s a place you go to, Yuuri, I’m sure its great,” and Viktor’s smile was soft. Achingly soft. Yuuri was glad he was sitting down.

“Let’s look at the menu!” Viktor suddenly said with all the excitement of a child, whipping out his phone and opening up the browser in one swift movement. Yuuri leaned in instinctively, catching a whiff of Viktor’s cologne as he drew unknowingly closer to his neck. It was intoxicating, and Yuuri wondered absently that it must be expensive.

“That’s the one,” he said, pointing at the screen as Viktor scrolled through his search. Viktor opened it quickly, fingers pausing over the screen as he took in the restaurant’s website.

“Ah, which one’s the menu button?” Viktor asked as the wall of Japanese loaded under his fingers. Yuuri scanned it and pointed to one of the buttons, but rather than follow his instruction, Viktor just handed his phone over instead, their shoulders brushing together as he leant closer.

Yuuri wasn’t expecting the touch to affect him so thoroughly, but he suddenly found it quite hard to breathe as a strange current of soft electricity shot through his veins.

Around the furious beating of his pulse in his ears, Yuuri managed to grip the phone with two shaky hands, focussing on scrolling through to the menu to keep his mind from unravelling entirely. The smell of Viktor’s cologne was heavy now, and Yuuri could feel the warmth of Viktor’s arm through his sleeve like a furnace. And Yuuri realised, with a strange blooming warmth in his chest, that Viktor didn’t pull away, either. If anything, it felt like he was pressing even closer, though Yuuri couldn’t tell if it was Viktor’s own movements or just the sway of the bus beneath them.

All the same, it sent shivers straight through his chest and directly into his abdomen, and he was sure his blush would be embarrassingly apparent by now from the way his ears were burning,

Luckily, Viktor didn’t seem to notice, more focussed on the screen as Yuuri slowly scrolled through some of the images. He saw a familiar photo of a bowl of katsudon and paused.

“This one’s my favourite,” he said softly, voice weak.

“Will you order it?” Viktor asked, his pitch rising as his eyes sparkled. Without missing a beat, he leant in slightly closer and added, “Could I try some if you do?”

Yuuri’s eyes widened, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose ever so slightly as he jerked his head in surprise. Viktor wanted to … try some? From his plate? He tried to stay present but felt his mind reel with possibilities. Viktor eating from his plate. Reaching over to take a bite off of Yuuri’s chopsticks…

Viktor’s own eyes grew wide and he suddenly pulled away ever so slightly, the shift snapping Yuuri back to reality.

“Or,” Viktor said slowly, clearing his throat and glancing back down at the screen, the excitement slightly dampened. “Actually, I’ll just get one of my own.”

Yuuri felt all the air leave his lungs.

Where he was teetering on the edge of hopeful before, now he was mired in despair. Because of course. Of course Viktor wouldn’t want to share with him. That would be strange. He probably hated the idea. Had probably said it because he’d forgotten who he was actually talking to…

“Is there anything else you like?” Viktor’s voice, soft and careful, cut across Yuuri’s thoughts. Yuuri realised he was still holding Viktor’s phone, leaning away as he unconsciously tucked his head into his scarf. Without meeting Viktor’s gaze, Yuuri moved to hand the phone back to Viktor, desperately trying to think of how to salvage the awkward social situation.

But instead of take the phone back, Viktor just leant in again, pressing against Yuuri’s shoulder once more as he watched the screen.

“This one?” Viktor asked, gesturing to the next item on the menu; okonomiyaki.

“That one’s quite nice, too,” Yuuri found himself answering shyly despite himself. Viktor didn’t seem to notice the awkwardness in Yuuri’s tone, however. Instead, his eyes lit up as he took in the image, casually zooming in, fingers spreading across the screen and Yuuri found he couldn’t help how his eyes followed the movement.

As a pianist, Yuuri was naturally drawn to fingers. Found himself calculating if people could reach a full octave or not. Wondering how they’d hold up performing glissandos…

Now, all Yuuri could think of was what Viktor’s fingers would feel like.

Because even in simple gestures, Viktor’s fingers were mesmerising. Like every touch were important – deserving of some sort of special care. Yuuri had had enough experience with performers to understand they were slightly different to most. Understand how much their profession permeated every aspect of their lives. Yet he realised, with a strange surge of awe and soft surprise, that Viktor lived his performance. Every gesture, the tone of his voice, the set of his lips, it commanded attention. Spoke of a deep sense of knowing. Knowing others were watching him. Self-aware…

As entranced as Yuuri was, the new knowledge suddenly made him feel incredibly distant, somehow. As if the chasm he’d imagined between who Viktor was and who he was had suddenly widened tenfold.

“What is it, exactly?” Viktor asked, brow furrowing, and even that simple expression had Yuuri reeling. It took Yuuri a moment to realise Viktor was referring to the menu.

“I—It’s … a sort of pancake,” he fumbled for his words, earlier thoughts scattering to the back of his mind. “Savoury.”

“Interesting,” Viktor said with a soft smile. “We’ll have to get one of those, too.”

They continued like that for a while, scrolling through the menu, Yuuri explaining the different food and drink softly as Viktor kept track of what he wanted to order. And Yuuri wasn’t too sure how he felt about it. It was almost too easy, the way the conversation flowed and ebbed. Far easier than any conversation he’d had before, despite how hard his heart was trying to tear itself out of his chest. And as they talked, it didn’t take long for Viktor to laugh, though Yuuri couldn’t remember what he’d said to illicit such a response. Such a melodious, beautiful response.

He decided making Viktor laugh was easily the best thing in the world.

And Yuuri found, with a small jolt of surprise, that he was soon laughing too. Really laughing. Gasping for air and snorting because Viktor was still trying to pronounce Japanese words and it was too much.

As he wiped tears from the corner of his eyes, Viktor smiling at him in such an attentive way that Yuuri couldn’t help but stare back, Phichit suddenly called out from across the aisle.

“I haven’t heard him laugh like that in ages,” and Yuuri tore his eyes from Viktor’s to give Phichit a decidedly threatening glare.

“Oh?” Viktor asked next to him, eyes still trained on Yuuri’s face. “Is that so?”

“D—Don’t mind him,” Yuuri shuffled back into his seat, tucking his face into his scarf. He decided the blush across his features was more or less permanent, now, though the instinct to hide it was still very strong.

How he’d survive the rest of the night, he had no clue.

And all too soon, they were rounding a familiar corner, coming to the block where the yakitori bar was. Yuuri reached to press the button that would signal the driver to stop, careful not to touch Viktor as he did so. Viktor was glancing out the window, eyes searching.

“We’re close?” he asked, furrowing his brow at the shops and apartments around them.

“It’s not all that well known,” Yuuri said sheepishly, wondering for the millionth time if he’d made the right choice. “We can still go somewhere else if you’d—”

“No!” Viktor cried suddenly, the fringe of his hair drifting across his eyes as he jerked himself back into his seat, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean—”

And Yuuri felt the laugh simmer in his throat, escaping as a giggle he couldn’t control. He wondered if he’d ever get used to how excitable Viktor was. How charming...

“It’s okay,” Yuuri smiled softly at him, and as all the panic and doubt and sense of inferiority threatened to cloud his thoughts, Yuuri realised it really had been a long time since he’d laughed like this. Smiled like this. Since he’d felt so at ease.

And as the bus came to a stop and the group began disembarking, Yuuri found the prospect of a night with Viktor to be all too inviting, after all.

[hosseocc]

What We Protect ~ Chapter 1 ~

Word count: 2,369

Pairing: BTS x reader

Genre: mafia, somewhat mystery, romance

Warning(s): none

(Not my gif, credits to owner!) 

Prologue ~

If somebody had sat me down two years ago and told me that within the next year, I’d become a mother and move across the country to escape a crazed mafia organisation I barely knew anything about, I would simply laugh in their face. But if they also told me that my best friend would be the one to sacrifice herself to allow us to get away, I’d still laugh, only this time slightly worried.

When I think about the events that have unfolded over the past two years, I wonder how I haven’t been driven to insanity. Those moments in life that change absolutely everything you thought you knew about the world and the people around you are maybe only supposed to happen once or twice, but for me its my everyday life. Losing somebody is never easy, let alone a best friend – the person you’ve known as your other half for as long as you can remember. Whenever I think of her, I remember everything to be grateful for, all the times we spent laughing, crying and screaming together. The happy moments that are no more. But when I think of the sacrifices she made, I can only feel guilt.

Dragging myself out of bed and away from my dreary morning thoughts, I freshen up and make my bed before walking to the bedroom down the hall. Quietly opening the door and going to open the blinds, I sigh as I look around at the mess of toys, books and shoes scattered around the floor.

“Come on Jun, time to wake up.” I called out to the sleeping boy, cursing as I almost stepped on a lego piece. I pulled back the blanket from his small frame and watched as his eyelids slightly fluttered and opened.

“More sleep…” he grumbled, turning back to face the wall.

“We can’t do this everyday baby, you’re going to be late for school,” I started hoping my next attempt at getting him out of bed would work, “besides people who don’t get out of bed straight away aren’t allowed pancakes for breakfast.”

And with that, he shot up and ran straight to the bathroom.

“I want extra syrup on mine!” he shouted as his feet padded down the hall.

Our mornings usually consisted of one of us trying to wake the other up, because when there was no school or work I wanted to sleep in, but days where we both had to be up, Jun liked to make things difficult. It was almost as if he didn’t want to get up because he knew he had to. I wasn’t ready to accept the fact that I was possibly raising a smart-ass son.

Sitting down at the kitchen table eating our pancakes, my eyes wandered over to the calendar on the fridge and focused on writing in big red letters.

“Oh, shit” I mumbled as I groaned and closed my eyes. How could I forget about Jun’s birthday next week? I’ve been so caught up with work and evenings spent helping him with homework and playing games that it completely slipped my mind. Feeling like a rubbish mother, I let guilt overtake me and decided I would spoil him for my almost mistake.

I looked at him happily gobbling down his second pancake, “So…what do you want to do for your birthday baby?” I casually asked before taking a sip of my tea.

His eyes met mine and lit up as he let his fork drop to the plate, “ITS MY BIRTHDAY?!” he shouted excitedly, “I want a big party with all my friends and a big cake and lots of presents and sweets and-“

“Okay, okay! You can have whatever you want, lets get you to school first so we can tell your friends all about it.” I spoke.

I parked up near the school and we walked hand in hand to the entrance together, Jun still rambling on about how excited he was for his party. When we reached the gates, he immediately caught sight of his friends and took off running for them, forgetting about his things.

“Jun, your lunch!” I reminded him as I began to speed walk towards his friends. He turned back around and came running towards me again but went straight past my outstretched hand with his lunch in it and straight into my body. I stumbled backwards and smiled as he tightly wrapped his arms around my legs.

“You’re the best mummy in the world so you can have the biggest slice of cake at my party” he promised me, looking up and grinning from ear to ear.

I chuckled and knelt down to reach his level and enveloped him in a massive hug. “How generous of you baby. But you have to remember to be on your best behaviour until then, okay?” I reminded him.

“Does that mean I have to finish all my vegetables at dinner?” he frowned.

“Yes, it does. All your food has to be finished so you can grow big and strong like me!” I told him.

After another promise from him to be on his best behaviour, I kissed him goodbye, handed him his lunch and watched as he ran to his friends again. Staying until they had all gone inside the building with their teacher, I began to walk away when an unfamiliar voice stopped me.

“They grow up so fast don’t they?”

I turned my head to the left to see a man around my age with his hands in his pockets walking towards me. He had a smile on his face and stood next to me, watch the rest of the children go into school. As kind as he looked however, I was wary of him as I had never seen him before.

“Yeah, time flies without you even noticing,” I smiled, adjusting the bag on my shoulder, “sorry, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.” I said, knowing full well I hadn’t, but trying to be nice at the same time.

“Oh, how rude of me to forget to introduce myself!” he laughed, extending his right hand out. “I’m Taehyung, I just moved to the neighbourhood with my daughter. Today’s her first day at the school.” He explained, with a wide grin.

Feeling reassured at the fact that he wasn’t some random man turning up to watch children at school, I returned his hand shake, “Hi Taehyung, I’m Y/n, lovely to meet you.” I smiled.

“You too” he reciprocated. I’ve always been a quiet person and extremely bad at keeping up conversations around people I didn’t know well, so unsurprisingly my mind went blank and there was a short pause before he continued.

“So, what’s it like around here then? I haven’t had a proper chance to look around yet.” He asked. Feeling better that he had managed to fill the silence first without me having to think of something quickly, I turned my body more towards his direction.

“Well, me and my son have only been here just over a year ourselves so we’re still getting used to it too. But it’s a nice little neighbourhood - not too quiet and not to far from the city” I explained.

“Yeah, that’s what I was hoping for, a little balance between the two. I feel like you might be my first friend here so maybe you could show me around sometime?” he asked, then quickly added, “only if you wanted to though I wouldn’t force you or anything.”

I chuckled and replied, “It’s totally fine! I could do with a friend now and then too. We could bring the kids along! What class is your daughter in?” I asked.

“That sounds great! And uhh, if I remember correctly, Yuri’s in class 3F” he answered, taking his phone out of his pocket, “how about we take each other’s numbers and we can plan when to meet up?” he suggested as he handed the phone to me.

“Sure, she has an adorable name by the way” I smiled as I began putting my number in. “Also, did you say 3F? That’s the class my sons in!” I informed him and handed back his phone before sending a text to myself to receive his number.

“Ah no way, what a coincidence” he chuckled as my phone pinged. I took it out and saw the time, realising I was running late for work.  

“Crap, I’ve gotta go otherwise I’ll be late for work” I cursed, “It was really nice meeting you though, I’ll text you later!” I waved as I’d already started running towards my car.

“I’ll be waiting for your call!” his loud voice beamed from behind me. I got into the car and watched as he walked away in the opposite direction. Letting out a sigh of relief, I felt my cheeks reddening at the thought of becoming friends with somebody like him. There was no denying he was attractive, and the fact that we were both, well I assumed, single parents made the idea of becoming close more comfortable for me.

As I drove off, I thought about the last time I’d had a close friendship. After Mina’s passing, I really had nobody apart from my son. I didn’t want to take the time getting to know anyone else because I knew the bond we both shared was one in a million that I’d never be able to experience with anyone else. Sure, I was friendly with the other parents and my co-workers, but our conversations were only standard ones about the weather, any events going on or complaining about something that we both deep down, didn’t even care about.

Life has a way of taking something important away from you and giving you something even more precious back, so when I lost Mina I was convinced my life was over. That I could never be happy with because the one I shared all my hardship and happiness with was gone. But then Jun came along and I allowed myself to love and feel again. Honestly speaking, I didn’t think I’d be alive if it wasn’t for my son. Everything I do is for him, and if I don’t give him the best life I possible can, then I’ve failed as a mother.

My thoughts eventually drifted away as I turned into the work car park and dreaded the day of sorting and balancing accounts for clients.

Later that evening after I had given Jun his evening bath and he was enjoying his free time before bed, I sat down at the kitchen table to start on the invitations I had picked up from the store during my lunch break.

I began writing out the names of his classmates until I had one left over that was blank and tried to rack my brain thinking of who it could be that I missed out when I remembered that I forgot to tell Taehyung about the party.

I decided it would be best to ring him as it wasn’t too late yet and I could tell him before I forgot again.

He picked up on the third ring with a cheerful voice, “Y/n, hey! I was wondering when you would call” he admitted down the line. I felt flustered at the fact that somebody was actually waiting for me to call them as opposed to my usual state of not having anyone to call in the first place.

“Haha, it’s not even been a day! How was Yuri’s first day at school?” I asked, moving to sit on the sofa next to Jun who was watching the same episode of his favourite cartoon that he’s watched at least 20 times.

“She really enjoyed it, actually. I was expecting her to be scared about it but she was happy about all the new friends she said she’d made.”

“Aw, I’m glad to hear that. Worrying about your child fitting in at a new school can be scary but I’m sure she’ll be just fine. Jun settled in no time, you never know they could become good friends.” I joked.

“Yeah I was really worried before dropping her off but now I feel less stressed about it. She said she’s already been invited to a birthday party!” he exclaimed, sounding like a proud father.

Not feeling surprised at Jun’s tendency to let everyone know about his birthday whenever he got the chance, I rolled my eyes and laughed.

“That’s why I called actually, it was probably my son letting everyone know. He’s having a birthday party next Saturday and I thought it would be a great idea to invite Yuri to help her get to know everyone.” I explained, secretly hoping he would say yes because I knew what I really meant was it would give him and I a chance to get to know each other too.

“That’s so kind of you, Y/n. I’m sure she’d love to go, I’ve just got to prepare myself to hear her talking my ear off about it for the next week” he spoke, feigning annoyance.

“Try living with the birthday boy! I’m already ten requests down for two bouncy castles and about ten million balloons” I complained, looking down at the boy next to me who was still fixated on the tv as I ruffled his hair.

Taehyungs deep laugh vibrated through the phone and I found myself grinning like an idiot listening to it. Quickly wiping the smile off my face, I tried to focus on what he was saying.

“Well as long as they’re happy, we can’t really complain” he said, and I nodded along to the truth of his words.

“Yeah, you’re right. Well I suppose I better let you go and put the little one to bed now. I’ll give you Yuri’s invitation tomorrow when I see you.” I told him, before he said his goodbyes too and hung up.

When I put the phone down and rested back against the cushions, I saw Jun staring at me.

“What is it baby?” I quizzed, looking at his puzzled face.

“Mummy, who is Yuri and why are you inviting her to my party?”

[pixiemochi]

One Night (Or Possibly the Rest of Our Lives) 🎨🏨

Chapter 8: The Big Reveal

❝Jimin misses home and they find out the genders.❞

Jimin was nearing five months and his 23rdbirthday. Almost immediately after discovering he was having three pups instead of one, his stomach grew much larger (it’s an inside joke that Jimin blamed Jungkook for noticing and that’s why he suddenly look like he swallowed an exercise ball).

Jungkook was at work so Jimin had the house to himself. He decided he should call his mother and tell her before she called him to say happy birthday and he ended up emotionally blurting out that he was pregnant.

He grabbed his phone and sat on the bed, selecting her number. He hummed to himself as he waited for her to answer.

“Is that my boy?”He heard his mother say on the other line.

Jimin smiled to himself. “Yes momma, it’s your boy.”

“How are you doing, sweetie?”She asked.

“I’m good,” He replied. “But I called to tell you some things.”

“Oh?”

“Um, I’m sorry you have to hear this over the phone but um…I’m pregnant.” That took more courage than Jimin thought he even had.

He heard her gasp on the other end, making him wince. “You are?”

“Y-Yes…”

There was a silence before the soft voice of his mother drifted in to his ears. “Oh honey…are you crying?”

“I’m sorry m-momma. I’ve disappointed you.” He nearly sobbed out.

“Oh baby, how? You could never.”

“I-I’m not mated.”

There was silence again. “That’s okay.”

“How can you say that?” Jimin asked, tears still falling. He tried to wipe them away.

“Because I love you no matter what. Do you know the father?”

“A-Actually we’re dating.”

His mother smiled. “See baby, I trust you. I know you know how to make the right decisions. I could never be disappointed in you for something like this. What’s he like? Or she.”

Jimin laughed a bit. “He’s amazing momma, you’ll really like him.”

“Will I get to see you both soon?”She asked.

“He’s going to bring me down to you see guys for Christmas.”

“Oh! That’s wonderful! I can’t wait to see you and meet him.”

The brunette smiled. “I can’t wait to see you and papa either.”

The two of them talked for almost two hours before Jimin’s mother had to start on dinner. It was nice catching up and it was even nicer to know his family supported him still. He headed down to the kitchen with a smile on his face. He really needed that pick-me-up.

Jungkook walked out of the bathroom, dressed in sweat pants as he dried his hair. He spotted Jimin, already in bed, reading a book. He smiled as he tossed the towel in the hamper and walked over to his side, getting in and laying on his side, head propped up and facing the omega.

“What do you want for your birthday?” He asked.

Jimin looked away from his book to glance at the taller man. “Oh, you don’t have to get me anything.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “You say that every time I ask and I’m just going to keep asking until I decided to just get you whatever. Now’s the time to tell me what you want.”

Jimin stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend. “But I don’t need anything.”

“Need and want are two very different things, my love. You may not needanything but I’m sure you wantsomething.”

“Surprise me. You know what I like.”

“I’m going to end up buying you a car.”

Jimin swatted Jungkook’s arm. “Don’t you dare! I do not need a car right now.” He said. “I’m carrying three pups, you really trust me to drive?”

Jungkook chuckled. “I do trust you, but you’re right.”

The brunette put his book on the table and cuddled closer to the taller man. “Maybe just some more art supplies. I’m really interested in trying painting.”

The alpha smiled as he felt Jimin peck his lips. “An art studio it is then.”

Jimin gasped, pinch the raven’s arm. “No! Just an easel with a canvas and maybe some paints.”

Jungkook kissed Jimin’s lips back. “Whatever you want, love.”

Jimin was having his third ultrasound today and he was excited. He was always excited but today he was hoping they could see the genders of the babies today. He walked down the stairs to see Jungkook waiting for him.

“Are you ready to go?” He asked. Jimin nodded, walking up to the alpha. He took his hand.

“I’m so excited.” He beamed. Jungkook smiled. His boyfriend was absolutely glowing.

“So am I,” He agreed. “Let’s go, baby.”

During the car ride to the doctors, Jimin was practically bouncing in his seat. This pregnancy had been good to him so far. He had barely any morning sickness and he loved the baby weight he was gaining. Jungkook couldn’t stop showering the omega with compliments. He didn’t think the brunette could get any more beautiful and yet every morning he was more radiant than the last.

“What do you think?” Jimin asked. “On the genders.”

“I think there’s a least one boy.” Jungkook said.

The younger man giggled. “What if they’re all girls?”

“Then I’m going to have three beautiful princesses to love and one gorgeous king.”

Jimin blushed at that. “You sap,” He mumbled.

When they arrived at the doctors, Jungkook parked and led the omega inside. They had met the doctor only once before since Jungkook continue being Jimin’s doctors. She was a very nice omega named Im Yoonah who was mated to an alpha named Kwon Yuri. Yuri was another doctor at the center.

“Jungkook-ah, Jimin-ah, hello.” Yoonah greeted. “My Jimin, you’ve grown a lot since the last visit.” She pointed with a smile.

“Hi, Yoona-yah. Jungkook says there are triplets and that’s why I’m so big.” Jimin commented, a smile on his face. He always heard people complaining about being fat but the omega honestly loved how round his tunny was. Jungkook helped him on to the bed.

“Call me noona, please. And well, let’s see if he’s right.” Yoonah said with a smiled. Jungkook stood next to the bed, holding Jimin’s hand as Yoonah turned on the ultra sound machine. She opened the slit in Jimin’s hospital gown and covered his stomach with gel. Then she grabbed the wand and began to rub it around, bringing at image of Jimin’s womb in to the picture. “Ah, he was right. I see three healthy pups.”

Jungkook grinned. “My instincts are never wrong.” He said, a little smug. Jimin rolled his eyes.

“You’re doing so well, Jimin-ah. You’re healthy and so are the babies. Looks like you’re taking good care of yourself.”

The brunette nodded. “I am and Jungkook’s helping a lot. I’ve got a good support system. Even if it’s only made up of like two people physically.”

“Quality, no quantity, honey.” Jungkook joked, earning a playful slap from Jimin.

Yoona smiled. “Now let’s see if we can find the genders.” She said, moving the wand around. “Oh, there’s a boy.” She gushed. Jungkook grinned and looked at Jimin, the omega rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh, and we have a girl.” She added. She moved the wand around some more. “Hm, it seems like baby number three is hiding from us. We may have to wait until next visit to check again.”

“Maybe baby three wants to be a surprise.” Jimin giggled.

“Would you like some pictures?”

The brunette nodded. “Yes, can we have four please?” Jimin asked.

Yoonah nodded. She finished his check up and made sure he was also healthy. She told him how jealous she was of his perfect pregnancy – hers was nowhere near that. Jimin apologized with a smile on his face. He was happy to be so lucky. Once his checkup was done, Jungkook helped him back in to his sweater.

“Did you want to go home?” The raven asked.

Jimin nodded. “Yeah, I kind of just want to go home and cuddle in bed.” He answered.

Jungkook chuckled. “Sure thing, baby.” He took the smaller man’s hand and lead him out of the doctor’s office, waving goodbye to the staff on duty there. They headed home and immediately turned in for the rest of the day, deciding to only get out of bed for food later one. Jimin wanted to catch up on his favorite show and refused to do anything until he made it to the current season.

Jungkook told him there physically wasn’t enough time in the day for that to be possible, which found him kicked out of the bed and making French toast in the kitchen since that’s what the brunette said he was currently craving.

But the doctor couldn’t complain. Making breakfast at seven at night was nothing compared to what Jungkook would truly do for Jimin.

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Okay, I know this is yet another filler. But at least in the next chapter there will be smut. So you guys can look forward to that.