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KABILANG BUHAY

× A TRESE ONESHOT ×

[Crispin x Ghost!Reader]

📝 Summary: Your demigod husband remembers you—everything about you—and how much he absolutely loved you. He remembers everything, including the memory that hurt the most.

📌 Warning: Contains fluff, angst, character death, and mentions of violence (because an angry Crispin being the son of a wargod is bound to shed some blood somewhere). Masakit po talaga 'tong songfic na 'to, trust me. If you don't want to get hurt, scroll awaaaay. Pero if you want maximum 1000% ultra heavy pain, then listen to the song below on repeat while reading, too.

Song: Kabilang Buhay by Bandang Lapis

(word count: 5,642)

"Masasayang mga araw na kasama kita."

Warm. Crispin always remembered you to be so warm—every single part of you. The heat of your skin against his whenever he held you, that whimsical sparkle in your eyes whenever you saw the little joys in life, that sprightly curve of your lips whenever you two teased each other, and the radiance he saw from you whenever you were around the people you loved.

In his eyes, there was always a halo around your head or a beam of light following you around. Perhaps he was biased; perhaps he saw you through rose-tinted glasses, but it didn't matter to him. To the demigod, you were everything he ever wanted.

You were the one.

You were also one of the sweetest people he'd ever met. Every morning without a fail, there would always be a hot cup of kape and a plate of pandesal on the table—not only for him, but for everyone else in your little family, too. Alexandra, Hank, and of course, his younger brother Basilio. Even before you became his girlfriend, you'd treated them as your own loved ones.

That was the day he knew you were truly the one for him. The one who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The one he wanted to build a home with. The woman he wanted to marry and have children with, if you were okay with it (when that conversation came, you said you would be happy and honored to be his wife).

Crispin said it was the other way around. It was he who was fortunate and honored to be your husband. You'd laughed in response, kissing his cheek. There were no fancy rings or a formal, elaborate proposal involved, but that day—he remembered clearly that you had that conversation on a chilly December 1st, 9:24PM, right before you two went to bed—was an unspoken promise.

You two would be inseparable and together 'til death do you part.

Going back to that coffee and bread, he always wondered how you managed to keep it so fresh (you said it was a secret, but later on you spilled the beans to him after him pestering you). Even if he woke up at noon because of missions with his bossing and his brother, palaging mainit ang kape at pandesal. You must have had some sort of superpower you weren't telling him (you rolled your eyes, telling him that superpower came in the form of a microwave).

"Paglalambing at kulit mo na hindi nakakasawa."

He was by no means clingy or touch-starved, but whenever he was around you, he had the need to at least hold you in any way. Sometimes, it was the usual PDA (Basilio and Maliksi teased him about it, but he didn't care if it meant having some sort of contact with you; Alexandra just let it be because she knew how much you two loved each other). In public, you guys toned it down—settling with holding hands or you just linking your arm through his. If he was driving the car, his hand would either be innocently resting on your thigh or your hand which was on your lap. If you were the one driving the car, then it would be your hand on his thigh or his hand. He loved to draw circles on your skin whenever he was daydreaming or starting to doze off, too.

You as a couple often expressed your love for each other in different ways, and not just by saying it out loud. One thing Crispin adored the most about your relationship was the way you voicelessly said "I love you". If it wasn't clear enough that acts of service was one of your love languages, then he could understand that you loved him back through three taps.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

At first, he had no clue what it meant. You just kept doing it whenever you were near him, on whatever body part you could touch. If he was driving? Tap, tap, tap on his thigh. If he was the one cooking? You'd hug him from behind and then one of your fingers would go tap, tap, tap on his waist. If you were eating together? You'd take his palm then just... tap, tap, tap while chewing on whatever food it was you had in your mouth.

He recalled that afternoon you guys were eating at a simple Japanese place. While you slurped up some of the wheat noodles and the savory soup, you were excitedly doing a little happy dance as you ate—the one you did whenever you ate something you found yummy. Frankly, Crispin found it endearing. He, too, was guzzling down some of the ramen when you reached out for his hand then laid it on the table palm up.

With a mischievous smile and your puffed up cheeks looking like a chipmunk from the noodles you'd gobbled up, you gently tapped his palm with your index finger, that same glint in your eye whenever you did that gesture.

"... Anong ginagawa mo, mahal?" Crispin chuckled, a brow raised. He found it cute but he had no idea what it was supposed to stand for.

"Wala lang," you mysteriously answered in a muffled voice, swallowing.

"You know, you shouldn't talk when your mouth is full," he pointed out, amused. You snorted, gulping.

"Not my fault you asked a question, Crispin," you retorted, shoving in another bite of noodley goodness with your chopsticks. You did a mini-wiggle when the umami flavor exploded on your tongue (the ramen was bussin', bestie). Ratatouille would be impressed!

"But seriously, what does the tap stand for?" your boyfriend wondered. You did it again. Tap, tap, tap.

"Isn't it obvious?" you smiled. He then sweat-dropped.

"Wait, keep smiling," Crispin leaned over the table, removing a tiny bit of the dahon sibuyas stuck on one of your front teeth with his nail. He then popped that finger into his mouth, making you blink at the action.

"Ay, may naiwan pala. Hehehehehe." With how long you two have been dating, you were no longer embarrassed if you did get anything stuck in your teeth and he had to get it out (it's happened in more occasions than you could count). You did the same to him (and trust me, you were way past the stage of getting grossed out from the gross habits couples did). At least you two were a hundred percent comfortable and open to one another, right? Sanaol.

Crispin nodded, going back to eating his noodles, "Okay, back to the topic. What does this—" He tapped your palm the same way you did. "—even mean?"

Your grin just grew wider then you whispered into his ear, "I love you."

"... I love you, too," he answered automatically, still not understanding. "But what do the taps mean? You keep doing it and—"

You did it again on his hand.

"I." Tap.

"Love." Tap.

"You." Tap.

At long last, that look of realization came upon his features, "... Aaaaaaaaah."

You chuckled, all brightness and merriness from your revelation to the man you loved. "Gets mo na, mahal?"

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Oo, mahal. Hehe."

"... Can we order another bowl of ramen? Please?" With those puppy-dog eyes? Crispin could never resist. He'd rip the world apart for you and build it back up from scratch if you wanted him to.

That was how deep his love was for you. Kapag nagmamahal ang isang diyos, walang imposible... 'di ba?

He was already raising a hand to call for a waiter, "Sure. Basta maubos mo."

"... And if half lang maubos ko?"

He sighed, "... Edi ako kakain sa anong maiiwan." What was the saying whenever you found your soulmate? Oh, yes.

True love is getting fat together.

Maybe it was true for both of you.

When you two exited the ramen place, you patted your bloated tummy. "Haaaay, busog na busog si food baby," you sighed in happiness, adjusting the the top of your high-waisted skirt to loosen it up for more space. You elbowed him slightly, wiggling your eyebrows at him and mimicking Kylie Jenner, "Soooo, I'm thirty-four weeks today."

"'Luh, ang drama mo," Crispin snickered, poking your rounded side playfully and making you pout. "Nagdadalang tao ka pala, ha. Ako ang tatay pero hindi mo sinabi sa akin na buntis ka." He wouldn't lie, but thoughts of you being pregnant with a child warmed his entire being. Mini-yous and mini-hims running around.

What a dream.

"Nagdadalang tae lang po, manong," you stuck your tongue out at him, then stopped. He stopped walking, too, looking at you questioningly.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Mahal?" you paused. Gulugulugulugulu. Oh no. Mayday, mayday!

"Did you forget something at the restaurant?" he asked. You shook your head in response, telling him there was an emergency.

"... Mahal, natatae ako."

"Like, now?" You nodded at him with wide, doe-like irises. His eyes crinkled, finding the situation hilarious. "Really? Oh shit. Literally. Is this because we were talking about poop?"

Crispin could only cackle as you rummaged through your bag for some wet wipes (and the situation led to you two running around the mall like psychos looking for the nearest restroom—grabe ang cold sweat mo, sis; it was that type of pooping session).

As he waited outside the women's comfort room, he found himself smiling like a weirdo from your date today. Nagdadalang tae o nagdadalang tao, he wouldn't love you any other way.

"Punong-puno ng ligaya ang ating pagsasama."

He found himself unconsciously doing the tapping to you, as well. Tap. Tap. Tap. He only now realized how many times you've been saying "I love you" everyday. Usually, you'd only verbally say it out loud three times: in the morning waking up, whenever he left for a mission, or the times you went to sleep together (because of the nature of his work, it was uncommon, but if he was at home during the night, he'd make sure to say it to you). But now that he knew what the taps meant, he counted them for one week from Monday to Sunday.

You were sitting on the couch, on your stomach and sprawled vertically over his lap. He was watching a basketball game on television while you were on your phone, scrolling through Facebook. It was all quiet until he tapped his finger thrice on your calf. You beamed, rolling over to face him then gently tapping his cheek three times—not with your fingers, but with your hands, smooshing his cheeks then pecking his lips.

"Fwifee-hweif," he said. You tilted your head at him, letting go of his cheeks.

"What was that?" you curiously inquired.

"Fifty-eight," Crispin gave you his signature flirty grin. "You tapped me one hundred seventy-four times today. And one hundred seventy-four divided by three—because I love you has three syllables—is equal to fifty-eight." His affectionate gaze to you softened. "Mahal, you've told me I love you fifty-eight times today."

You just hugged him and hid your face in his neck, "I love you, too, manooooong."

"... Wanna watch a K-drama tonight?" he said, his voice rumbling through his chest as you laid your head on it.

"Mmhmm."

You guys ended up binging Scarlet Heart Ryeo and bawling your eyes out (Crispin cried louder than you, actually, and the box of tissues was passed back n' forth between you two).

"Punyeta, walang Season Two?" Crispin cursed, blowing his nose.

You hiccupped, shaking your head and scrolling through the categories, "W-Wala e-eh, m-mahal."

"Seryoso ka ba?" he gaped, wiping his tears after wiping yours. "That's how it ends?"

You nodded, sniffling, "Uh-huh."

The next morning, when all of you gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, Alexandra and the others could only stare, nagtataka kung bakit namamaga ang mga mata niyo (yeah, they were swollen as hell).

"... Anyare sa inyo?" Alexandra quizzed. Hank, while pouring everyone some juice, had a worried look on his face, too.

"Nag-away ba kayong dalawa, Kuya?" Basilio questioned. You both shook your head simultaneously.

"Hindi," Crispin shortly answered, exhausted from crying with you all night.

"Nanood lang kami ng K-drama," you supplied, as worn out as your boyfriend was.

"Aaaaaaah."

"Na parang wala nang sisira ng lahat."

The date always held some significance to him, not only because it meant only a few days before Christmas but also because it was the day you promised to one another that you'd be endgame.

December 1st.

It would repeat in his head over and over again until the day he died.

The two of you were lying in bed, the cold night air entering through the open windows. You were leaning on his chest in-between his lap, reading The Count of Monte Cristo. He noticed that your expression often shifted between being giddy to being angry or smug at what was happening to the main character.

"... Mahal?"

"Yeah?" you responded, not taking your eyes off the novel. You flipped another page.

"What kind of ring do you want? Para alam ko kung magkano ang iiponin ko?" he quietly asked, his thumb caressing your temple. Normally, men wanted this to be a surprise or didn't talk about this but he only wanted you to have something you'd cherish for the rest of your life. You tilted your head back to look up at him. "Do you want those with the big gems or the smaller and simpler ones?"

You gazed back at your novel, then sat up and closed it, turning to look at him. "Crispin." You took his hands in your own (he tapped it thrice, making a teeny smile creep up your lips). "Hindi ko kailangan ng singsing."

His eyes grew wide, "... Are you sure? You don't want to be formally married?"

You frantically shook your head, "Nooooooo, noooo! That's not what I meant, dummy. I just wanted to tell you that I don't need an expensive ring to be yours." You kissed him. "And to be your wife."

"Pero—"

"Mahal, if we ever do have kids, mahal ang gatas, diaper, at tuition," you childishly told him. "Kung magpapakasal tayo, I don't need a huge proposal or a big wedding. Let's put the funds away for a house and for the future, 'mkay?"

"... But you won't have a ring," he sulked.

Getting an idea, you hopped off the bed and open your cabinet, finding a piece of durable string on one of your shirts. With a strong tug, it came off. You walked back towards your boyfriend, flopping back down then looping it on your left ring finger. You held your hand up to him, "There. I have a ring now, see?"

Crispin had never ever loved anyone as much as he did right now. There was a nagging feeling at the back of his head, though. "... I feel like I've seen this in a movie before, mahal."

"Duuuuh. I got the idea from the Count of Monte Cristo. Mercedes promises herself to Dantes with a string ring! Sorry nalang if copyright infringement ang ginawa ko, hihi." You showed him the book you were reading, the smile not disappearing from your face. Feeling ecstatic, he kissed you passionately right on the spot.

"Ipapangako mo sa akin na magsasama tayo nang walang hanggan?" Crispin whispered against your lips. "Magpakailanman?"

You kissed him, rolling your eyes, "Oo na, Crispin. Corny mo talaga, manong. Such a hopeless romantic, like me!" Another kiss. "I'll stay with you forever and ever and eveeeeeer and grow old with you. We'll get that rest house in the mountains, travel the world together, win the lotto, and do anything we want!" you declared determinedly.

"Promise? Talaga?"

You grinned, wriggling your little finger, "Pinky promise."

He linked his pinky with yours, "Okay. Pinky promise, wifey."

"Okaaaaay, hubby," you quipped, settling down and snuggling into him.

9:24PM, he saw the digital clock display before he pulled the covers over you both, keeping you warm and safe in his arms.

"Bakit pa dumating ang oras na ito?"

"Mahaaaaal, pauwi na ako. Huwag kang mag-alala," you quietly told Crispin over the phone. He was on another investigation, but while their bossing was speaking to Captain Guerrero and Lieutenant Tapia about the case, he used the spare time he had to check up on you.

You had been buying groceries, but knowing you, Crispin had a feeling you had gone to do some other errands.

"Pauwi ka na? Meaning, you're driving home?" He sighed, "And why are you whispering?"

"... Ehehehe," you nervously giggled.

"Anong ehehehehe?" the demigod asked you, suspicious. "Mahal, saan ka na ba talaga?"

"Nasa banko pa ako. Oopsies," you admitted shamelessly. "But I just finished paying the bills. I'm actually walking away from the counter now and—"

You suddenly stopped talking. For a second, the son of the wargod thought that the signal had gone bad.

"Mahal?"

Your voice had gone distant, but it seemed like it was talking to someone else. He strained to hear what you were saying.

"Hey, hey... shhhh, little one, huwag kang umiyak," he heard you say. Your voice seemed so far away. You seemed like you were trying to shush a person. A kid.

"I want my mom!" a child wailed.

"... Langga, come here. At huwag kang masyadong maingay." If it weren't for his heritage as a god, he would have barely been able to hear what you said.

Were you comforting a kid? Awww. He was about to just end the call then text you instead when another much louder and crueler voice could be heard over the phone. No, there wasn't only one voice. There were more.

"Mamatay kayong lahat! Balang araw, hindi na mga tao ang mamumuno sa mundong ito!"

Then there was a sound that was unmistakably a gunshot.

"Nabalitaan ko na wala ka na."

Bang!

His blood went cold. Almost every day he handled firearms in his line of work, so of course he knew what it sounded like. The shrieks and terrified shouts came after the gunshots.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The last thing he heard were more gunshots, then the call ending.

He had never sprinted to Alexandra so fast before, frantically begging her to let him use the Dragon's Gate to teleport to wherever you were, even if it made him physically sick and nauseous.

Crispin didn't give a damn what happened to him, as long as nothing happened to you.

"Hindi ba't sabi mo hindi mo ko iiwan?"

It all happened so fast. One moment he was silently praying to Bathala for your safety while looking for you in the chaos. The next? He was scouring through the overwhelmed emergency room of the nearest hospital, where it was flooded with victims from the mall shooting.

It was a mess, with bleeding patients on the floor as nurses tried to assist. Others were seated on monobloc chairs that had been quickly put on the corridors. There was an overwhelming number of patients taken to the hospital either through ambulances or police cars themselves. It already began to stink of death, and Crispin hated it. His bloodlust as a wargod was creeping up his veins from the stench and his inner fury, but he held it in. He needed to find you first.

Behind him, Alexandra and Basilio were searching for you, too. When he told them what happened, they didn't hesitate to help and be transported to the mall as quick as possible. Captain Guerrero had already dispatched units after hearing what occurred (there was also an alarm that had blared in the station—a bank employee must have pressed an emergency button or something).

Surprisingly, in the midst of the havoc happening inside the hospital, he found himself walking towards the Trauma Bay of the hospital like a magnet. He had no idea where he was going, but he just kept going, and he stopped by a less crowded hallway. If he just went straight forward, he would be entering an operating room.

"Excuse me, coming through! Make some way!" It was a doctor who yelled from behind him. He turned around.

"Hindi papabayaan na ako'y mag-isa."

And as if time went by slower, he found you on a stretcher, being wheeled through the corridor as a nurse was on the bed with you, performing CPR. He saw the amount of blood gushing out of the bullet wounds on your body; one on your back, another on your stomach, and a third on your thigh.

Crispin couldn't help but run after them, asking one of the health professionals what was happening to you, "Nurse! Nurse, is she going to be okay!?"

"Are you her family?" they quickly interrogated. Alexandra and Basilio rounded the corner right as the nurse asked him that. Both held their breaths when they saw the tormenting state you were in, unconscious and on the brink of death.

The eldest demigod frenziedly nodded, "Yes, yes! I'm family!" He glanced at your bleeding form, and his heart clenched seeing the string ring on your finger, a bit of blood splattered over it. "I'm... I'm her husband! Asawa ko siya!"

You weren't formally or legally married yet, but to his eyes (and many of the others who knew you both), you were practically husband and wife.

"Good," the nurse said as they rushed you into the O.R., stopping Crispin from entering any further. "Sir, we need you to tell us your wife's name and her health details, please. She has to be operated on as soon as possible. We need her age, blood type, her comorbidities or allergies, if any..."

Crispin knew them all. He'd memorized them. And he told the nurses everything they needed for the operation. As long as it saved you, he'd say anything. Do anything.

"Hindi ba't sabi mo sabay tayong tatanda?"

It was a grueling operation, he could tell. Crispin had been pacing continuously in the waiting room, not even daring to sit from how anxious he was about you. Hank had come instantly to the hospital after hearing, and now there were three seated and extremely worried people watching him panic outside the operating room.

"God, please let her be okay," he continued to mumble to himself, fiddling with his fingers. "Please, please, please..."

"Kuya, umupo ka muna," Basilio tried to convince his brother.

"Oo nga," Hank frowned.

"You've been standing for five hours," Alexandra gave him a saddened look. "You should rest."

The older demigod shook his head, "I can't, bossing. Hindi pwede. Not until I know that she's okay."

As if on cue, the head surgeon came out of the operating room. Crispin nearly jolted and would have grabbed the man's collar had it not been for Alex and his brother holding him back, calming him down. No one could tell what he was about to say until he removed his surgical mask.

The four occupants waited for his response, antsy. The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

"Doc? Is she okay? Is she gonna be alright?" Crispin asked, troubled out of his mind. Alex's grip on his arm tightened, and so did Basilio's hold on his shoulder. "Doc, please say somethi—"

"... I'm sorry," the surgeon shook his head, a somber look on his face.

It was like the universe stopped for the demigod. The two people holding him were the only ones to support him when his knees buckled.

"We did everything we could. She lost too much blood, and the bullets hit too many vital organs," the doctor explained forlornly. "We performed CPR and a cardiac massage on her for thirty minutes, but she did not make it through the rest of the operation."

The words just echoed emptily through Crispin's ears.

"Bakit bigla ka na lang nandiyan sa kabilang buhay?"

When he entered the morgue alone, he didn't know why but he was expecting you to be sitting up and smiling, almost hearing your teasing voice telling him it was all a cruel prank. At first, that was what he saw. He saw the love of his life, soft skin flushed and curled up lips filled with so much love directed at him. He saw you radiant—glowing; that familiar twinkle in your magnificent eyes. He reached out to hold your left hand, awaiting its warmth.

Awaiting the three taps.

The taps that would tell him "I love you" and "I'm okay".

Crispin even waited a minute. Maybe you were still there, hanging on. Maybe... just maybe... you were fighting.

"Mahal?" he croaked out, squeezing your hand.

"Paano na ang lahat? Paano na ako, tayo?"

Those three taps never came. One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes.

Only then did he really see you. The illusion all came crashing down.

Now your skin was so cold. So lifeless. So... opposite from what you were when you were alive. You were pale. Your lips were tinted blue. You were so still. So deathly still. Not one movement.

It freaked him out.

He couldn't believe it was you on that metal table—it didn't look like you. Where was the halo he always saw around your head? Where was that beam of light following you around?

His rose-tinted glasses suddenly became grey and dull. Taking your left hand, Crispin felt his heart shatter even more when his hand brushed the string ring on your finger. They had cleaned you up and made sure there was no blood left on your body, but nothing could remove those tiny, miniscule splatters that stained the string.

Remnants of what happened today.

You never did remove it. Even when showering or swimming or washing the dishes, you'd joked to him.

"See? 'Di ko nga kailangan ng singsing. Mas maganda pa nga 'to, eh. I can wear it all the time! Matibay pa!"

Crispin could nearly hear you, but it was all just a memory in his mind. God, he didn't want to forget your voice. Your laughter. Your cries. You whispering to him how much you loved him. He couldn't. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did.

Both of you didn't even get to say "I love you" one last time. But reality was harsh, and this wasn't a movie where the leading characters could have a lengthy monologue confessing to each other as the dramatic scene was drawn out from seconds into minutes.

There were no camera angles, no music, no time left, and no happy endings. Everything was raw. Real.

"Hindi ba't sinabi mo sa akin na sabay tayong mangangarap?"

"Mahal," his voice trembled as he held your icy hand to his lips, kissing it. "Huwag mo akong iwan. What about us? Our dreams? Andami pa nating pangarap, 'di ba? Mga gustong gawin?"

No response.

"Tatatanda pa tayo, 'di ba? Bibili pa tayo ng bahay na nasa bundok... then we'll travel the world together, right? We've... We've saved up half of the funds! You... You can't leave now..."

Silence.

Crispin felt tears dripping down his face. He hadn't noticed he was crying. Only with you could he be a sniveling mess—around the others, he always had to be the kuya. The responsible one. The oldest one. The loyal bodyguard.

With you? He could be anything and you would never judge him.

Even when you were dead, he was still a sniveling mess in your arms.

"Sabi mo gusto mong manalo sa lotto," he choked out, cupping your cheeks. It was so strange to him; how colorless they were compared to how... spirited you were in life. "I'll do that... I'll make that happen. Just please... please come back to me. Gagawin ko ang lahat... bumalik ka sa akin, mahal. Mahal..."

Crispin told himself nothing was impossible when a god loved someone, yet now all this god could do was be paralyzed by his despair.

"Bakit bigla kang lumisan nang hindi man lang nagpaalam?"

They say there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. People don't talk enough about how they weren't actually stages. They were just five emotions and there was no particular order they came in. They would come and go, and that was how dealing with loss really was.

Today, as he was cradling his departed soulmate and the only woman he knew he'd ever love this much—reduced to tears while nursing his broken heart—he was feeling denial, bargaining, and depression all at once.

Only then did he allow himself to feel anger—just pure, unadulterated fury—when Alexandra let him and his brother unleash their bloodlust to the guilty aswang clan that had been the culprits of the mall shooting. The bank robbery.

He had his vengeance.

The son of the wargod nearly became a god of war that night, coming home soaked in the same crimson that dripped off his guns. He swore to himself he'd rip the world apart for you and build it back from scratch. Thus, Crispin was merciless to those who murdered you and all those other innocent humans.

He took his time watching the life dissipate out of their eyes, especially since he didn't see yours before you died. They were already closed when he got to the hospital too late.

Denial, anger, bargaining, and depression. He'd felt all that as time passed, on and off.

Acceptance? That last stage? That last emotion? Crispin never did really get to that point. Perhaps he would. Perhaps he wouldn't. Only more time would tell.

"Isang malamig na hangin ang yumakap sa akin."

The demigod sat under the tree that shaded your gravestone, a bouquet of white and red roses beside him while he relaxed on the grass. It was a classic symbol of true and everlasting love. That was the vow you'd made to one another, right?

December 1st.

It had been one year since your death. Wasn't it funny how the fates worked? Two years ago, on this very day, you two promised each other that you'd be together forever. He said that this day would be memorable to him until the day he died because technically, it was your engagement slash informal wedding anniversary.

Then one year ago, you had been shot trying to protect a child from those armed aswang. You saved the kid, alright. Crispin even made sure that the little boy, one of the lucky survivors of the shooting, wouldn't be targeted by the aswang. He ensured your sacrifice wouldn't be in vain. But what was supposed to be a marriage anniversary turned into your death anniversary.

December 1st.

The day would indeed be eternally ingrained into his mind.

But now, he could only dwell on nostalgia as he crouched and cleaned your gravestone, polishing it after removing all the grass and dirt. Engraved on it were the words beloved friend, sister, and wife.

Wife.

He really should have married you before you were declared dead. It didn't matter now; you would always be his wife, even in death.

On the left side of your gravestone was his mother's tombstone. He did the same, cleaning it and polishing it. When he was done, he tapped your gravestone thrice, "Una na ako, mahal. Paalam din, Ma. Baka hanapin pa ako ni bossing."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He jerked, swerving around and standing up. He swore someone just touched his shoulder and—

Whoosh!

"Parang isang pahiwatig na magpapaalam ka na."

A gentle breeze came from behind him, where the tree was. Once more, he turned around.

Crispin didn't know what to do.

He thought he was dreaming, but he wasn't. He knew he wasn't. Not with the way your hand rested on his cheek. Not with how warm you felt.

Despite seeming almost transparent, you looked absolutely radiant, more so than when you were in life. If he was biased before about you having a halo and a beam of light following you around, now he wasn't (because you really did have a golden circle on your head and a candescent glow behind you).

You didn't speak, but again, you tapped your index finger thrice on his cheek. He was too stunned to react to the featherlight touch you had. It was almost nothing, but it was there. A ghostly tap, tap, tap.

"... Mahal?" he whispered.

You joyfully beamed at him (God, did you look divine), then planted a fragile kiss on his lips. You settled down on the roots of the tree and patted the patch of grass beside it. He sat down slowly. When he did, he removed his black gloves while you intertwined your hand with his.

On his left ring finger was a string ring made from that old shirt of yours. The same one you improvised your string ring from. It was how Crispin always remembered you and how he brought your memory everywhere with him.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The triple tapping. Perhaps it was your way of wordlessly saying you loved him while simultaneously bidding him goodbye as a ghost. He didn't know. You couldn't speak (or he couldn't hear you), so you did what you could.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Just that gesture every once in a while as you quietly listened to him tell you about his day.

When he had to leave, he saw you there by the tree, sitting and waving at him. The next time he came to visit, you were there. Always there, waiting.

And when you weren't, after a couple of decades, Crispin knew that it was time for him to let you go.

To let himself move on.

But that didn't mean he stopped hurting or stopped loving you. He could never stop loving you. Never.

Kahit kailangan ka niyang bitawan upang makapagpatuloy ka sa kabilang buhay, habangbuhay kang minahal ng isang diyos ng digmaan.

× AUTHOR'S NOTE ×

Nasa mood kasi akong manakit ng tao (because ngayon ko lang pinanood ang mga pelikula ni Rico Yan & Claudine Barretto after his death; ang pait eh, right person but wrong time). Medyo sadista pala ako, haha. Ayun, pati ako umiiyak habang nagsusulat nito. Even when I was showering, I was still crying and blowing my nose out. Sana nagustuhan niyo kasi pati author niyo nasaktan sa ginawa niya. 🥲😅

And that tapping gesture was inspired by a random Reddit post I saw years ago. As someone whose love language ain't saying stuff out loud, that just really called out to me. Acts of service kasi akin, eh.

Anyways, I finished writing this at like, 12AM. I'll just edit the typos and errors tomorrow because I want to get this oneshot off my chest. Goodnight! 😂💤

Comments and constructive criticism are welcome! Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated, too! (Yes, you may also rant at me for this.) 💙

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#trese #trese 2021 #trese netflix #crispin #crispin x reader #trese fic #x reader #trese x reader #thera.writes

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spyrkle4 · 3 years ago

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owl house and amphibia destroyed me this week rip Sparks

and im gonna talk about them

so uh first owl house

(spoilers under cut u know the drill)

-THE DREAM SEQUENCE.... SO CUTE ;-;

-King just wants both his families together ;-;

-The flashback sequence Luz is not Okay

-Also she feels so bad for contributing its not ur fault Luz bby ;-;

-HOOTY AND KING GIVE BEST HUGS

-COOL AUNT LILLITH TO THE RESCUE

-I made a post about this but how dare they have Eda cry worrying abt her kids that is the face of a worried mother and i am hit emotionally in the gut just LET THEM BE OKAY

-WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE DAY OF UNITY IS IN A WEEK. HELLO?!

-King finally got his letter

Me before this ep: Im mad at Hooty for eating the letter

Me after this ep: actually Hooty was right to eat it

-hhhh family feels with the pirate

-huh i guess if there were more than 1 titan then there’d be more than one isle

-i wanna know how that portal works

-but wow titan hunters??? cool

-until the twist of the ep

-When I heard the leader is named “Bill” I totally thought of the satan dorito from Gravity Falls... im not the only one right???

-KING IS A TITAN?!?!?! WH?!

-HE JUST WANTS TO PLAY CATCH I AM SOBBING

-Oh god if King is a titan the owl house might wanna expand bc he is going to end up very tall

-Wait if King is a titan WTF happened to his dad?!

-Also if the Collector kills titans does that mean it was trapped by a titan I NEED ANSWERS

-ALSO THAT ENDING WTF I AM AFRAID

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Okay now for frog show

-Three armies was good but WHO GAVE POLLY WEAPONS?!

-Also am sad bc look what Andrias did... he made the three races of amphibia hate each other its just... sad... very sad...

-that bit where Anne was a known meditator back home was SO cute, Anne really out here using the power of friendship

-The team building exercises I liked the knot part where Sasha’s group did super well it was wholesome

-AND THEN ANNE GOING SUPER SAIYAN ON THE GROUPS FOR FIGHTING LMAOOOO

-The message being that “they cant forget the past but they could work together to build a better future” is great

-MOTHER OLM COMING IN TO DELIVER THE LATEST NEWS AHAHAH

-the second ep destroyed me from beginning to end that flashback start???

-Marcy feels... so many mf-ing marcy feels

-I did not expect Sasha to bring up the whole “Marcy was the one who brought them to Amphibia thing” but ig it’d be weird if they rugswept it, and her not even sure if they can repair their friendship???

-i hate it here

-Grime doing a battle playlist so cute

-he’s just vibing and i love the implications that Sasha shares her phone w/ her toad dad

-The part where Anne tells Sasha that forgiveness is hard but its worth it ALL THE FEELS. ig it shows that while their friendship isnt the same anymore that doesnt mean things cant be okay, I mean Anne and Sasha were besties the second half of the season

-OLIVIA AND YUNANA HOLY COW

-oh they’re mind controlled should’ve seen this coming

-THAT DANCE BATTLE PART WAS GLORIOUS

-Oh no

-Oh no Darcy

-Oh no them doing that “you weren’t a good friend ever” to Sasha how dare u

-Also ANDRIAS IN THIS EP

-THE PART WHERE HE ENTERS THE FIGHT

-AND THE BIT WHERE THEY LOST THAT IS SO SAD WTF

-im so glad Anne managed to buy some time that is some quick thinking.

-The “Shut up Andrias” with Darcy hahahah

-OH NO EARTH LOOK OUT OH NOES

-PLEASE TELL ME ANNE’S PARENTS ARE OKAY

-THAT CREDITS SCENE FUCKING BROKE ME OKAY?! THE PIANO MUSIC AT THE END WAS WHAT GOT ME AND NOW I AM IN TEARS AND I AM GOING TO EAT COOKIES AND LOOK AT MEMES TO TRY AND COPE WITH THESE EPISODES BC GOD THEY BROKE ME

#the owl house #toh spoilers #amphibia #spoilers #just sparks things

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thequeenb · 4 years ago

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Come Back (part 2)

Poppy x MC

It has been highly requested for me to continue the cheating fic.

Here you can read part 1

I walk around the campus with Chloe and Veronica by my side. Its been three days since Bea left and it feels like eternity. Everyone looks at me weirdly ever since the incident and i honestly can't blame them. Carter never dared to approach me after he read what the T said

"So we are going to go to the veggie restaurant for lunch?" Chloe asks and Veronica shrugs

I didn't realize that they stopped walking, my eyes were fixed at the Anthropology classroom where i used to wait outside for Bea to finish. She always seemed bored as hell but every time she saw me her eyes sparkled, her smile was bright

I stop, running my hand through the door watching Miss Kingsley sitting on her desk. Our eyes lock and for just a moment i feel ashamed, before i remember who i am.

"Can i help you Miss Min-Sinclair?" she politely ask and i hesitate to walk in

Who can help me? The one girl i let inside my heart left and its all my fault. What could she do? Bring her back?

Regardless i walk further looking around the classroom. My gaze falls to Bea's seat, she always sat there so she could easily text me during boring lessons. I chuckle remembering how many photos i sent her just so i could provoke her

Without thinking twice i walk towards that spot sitting down gracefully. Miss Kingsley seems to pick up with me and she comes to sit down next to me

"I know you miss her, we all do but we cant control everyone's decisions, only ours"

Normally i would roll my eyes ignoring every criticism because Queens don't make mistakes but she is right, and it hurts my ego even more

"You read that trashy blog don't you? Everyone did and now they hate me even more" i sit back thinking how Bea used to sit right here, being happy..free

"I try to avoid it but Bea told me that she won't attend my classes for the rest of the semester" she takes a deep breath

"She seemed sad, that means what she felt was real enough to break her when you--"

"Don't even say it" i try not to tear up but i cant. The images of Carter grabbing my face and kissing me cant escape my mind and i let the pain take over

"So Pops, Bea Hughes huh?" Carter said approaching me. He asked to meet behind the field but i ignored the red flags, he said it was important

"Is that why you asked me to meet up? So we could analyze my relationship? Maybe we can have a sleepover like besties do" i roll my eyes ready to storm off but he grabs my hand pulling me against him

"Don't run before you can walk Pops, after all we don't want Bea to know about our negotiation" his hand was stroking my hair but i went stiff not knowing how to react.

When we were a couple it was bearable but now all i want to do is scream. We got together for the fame, for my reputation. Because he was the football captain, its funny isnt it?

"Get your hands off of me Carter" i manage to say but he just smirks

"You know i can get her expelled with one phone call" his laughter echoed and my heart stopped beating

I didn't realize how close he was until he leaned in capturing my lips. A bright flash hit my eyelids. I gasp in surprise pulling him immediately away

"You are so disgusting" i storm off not wanting him to see my vulnerability. Tears ran down my face but back then i didn't think much of it but now i know that was his plan.

I come back to painful reality. Miss Kingsley holds my hand and i feel tears run down my face. Fuck don't show how weak you actually are

"She went back to Farmsville, you still have time" she gave me a faint smile and i throw my arms around her

"Thank you" i whisper in her ear while she pat my back not knowing how to react. I pull away adjusting my clothes, ready to pack my bags

____

"I can't believe you are back! I am so glad" And here she is, my childhood best friend wrapped her arms around me suffocating me in her hug

"Wow there, you will kill me" i laugh embracing her tightly. After everything i have been through seeing Charlie is like a dream come true

She pulls away, her smile never fading away and it warms my heart. She always knew when i was upset but never said a thing, she tried to bring my mood back in her own way

"Come on! The dinner awaits for us" i link out hands together walking down the road of Farmsville. I missed the fresh air, the people who knew me since i was little

Here you don't have to fight for respect because its something you deserve regardless. No ranks, no drama, no sassy students. Just me, nature and my best friend

We finally arrive at the dinner and we sit down to the booth we always do. I sink to my seat and oh god, i missed this place

"So tell me everything, we didn't had a lot of time to talk" Charlie says excitedly, thinking i will tell her my happy adventures but my mind keeps drifting to Poppy

I brush these thoughts away smiling "This is going to be a long ride"

We enjoyed our food chatting about the T, the professor, my plan to take Poppy down, how amazing Zoe is and how extra mean people used to be when i first went there

"Oh wow, they really have a blog to embarrass students?" Of course she is shocked, so was i and honestly every logical human would. But the students of Belvoire created a world of their own

"You have no idea, they made fun of everything i did" i roll my eyes but then laugh "soon enough they ate from my palm, silly rich kids"

"I am glad you came back, it sounds toxic" oh Charlie you have no idea

I gaze at the window remembering how much i wanted to take Poppy here. She always laughed at the thought but i know deep down she would like nothing more. I wanted us to walk down the empty streets, take her to my parents farm and watch the sunset, do everything she didn't let herself do

Charlie seem to notice my distant stare and pats my hand "Hey what's wrong? I knew something happened, your social media was filled with happy moments"

I don't dare to look at her because she knows me too well at this point

"What made you decide to leave?" she places her hand on my shoulders pulling me into a side hug

"Remember the mean girl i told you about? We were dating" i exhale heavily, my mind racing with that damn image of her and Carter making out

I fill her in with the details, sometimes i smile missing our happy moments. But then i show her the image and my tears threaten to escape. How could she do this to me? After everything that we had been through

"Oh sweetheart i am so sorry" she says hugging me tightly. This time i let her hold me closer.

I grip at her shirt as one simple tear turned into body wrecking sobs. Poppy's voice message still plays in my mind over and over again. She said she loves me but her actions show that she hates me. My heart breaks once more, knowing well that i will never see her perfect smile again, hear her surprisingly cute laugh

"Let it all out, i am here for you" Charlie pats my back, running slow circles with her palm. That always calms me and she knows, because ever since we were kids whenever i was in pain she was always there.

A part of me regrets leaving Belvoire but most of all i am glad i returned to a land where people are real and genuine, away from cruelty and drama..away from Poppy

I pull away wiping my eyes but before i could even pull myself together i watch a black limousine stop right outside of the dinner. Everyone looks stunned because hello? This is a small town which celebrity would visit?

"Oh my god i am sorry Bea but if this is Lady Gaga you have to take a picture of me" Charlie stands up and i roll my eyes

Some people came out of their stores wondering who this might be. We step out forming a circle on the sidewalk waiting for the mysterious rich person to reveal themselves

"This is stupid let's just go" i try to pull Charlie away but she is so stubborn, typical

Everyone whisper questioning the same thing, who the hell would be so rich and know where Farmsville even is. I sign impatiently

That until a man gets out of the car and everyone stops talking. The man walks around the car carefully opening the door. All eyes are on the limousine waiting for the person to come out

The first thing i see is a pair of red heels and then oh my god you have to be kidding me. My breath stops, everyone around me fades and my gaze is focused on her, am i dreaming?

"Bea?" Her sweet tone destroy my inside and i froze. What the hell is she doing here? How does she know where i am? I swear if Zoe told her i will kill her but oh wait she is approaching

"We need to talk"

My knees feel weak and i stop breathing for a second. I need time to comprehend that Poppy Min-Sinclair is in my town, here with me. Oh boy what did i get myself into

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#play choices #queen b #poppy min sinclair #choices fanfiction #poppy x mc #queen b poppy #choices fic #playchoices #pb choices #choices #my fics

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yyxgin · 3 years ago

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a lot has happened at work recently!! but who cares bleh. libra season!!! which means bday celebrations!! except i’m at work BOO 👎 and my two assistant managers have officially left (i’m helping them move on wednesday) and they were probably the only two who knew when my bday was apart from my supervisor but he’s gone to a different branch to train to be an assistant manager before coming back so i’m super bummed bc now i have to deal w al the new staff by myself 😭

also one of the ladies in kp read my palms?? and she told me i spend too much money impulsively which isn’t false… but i have to spend money impulsively or if spend none at all (which is good for saving ig) but i’d also be doing nothing other than working and that would make me sad lol. she also told me bc i’m a libra this month i’ll be unlucky with love but lucky with money so 🥺🙏🙏 i was having a relatively bad day that day so she was cheering me up n all of that.

did i tell you when my txt and skz albums came, they also came like a week or two later (again) bc they’d accidentally doubled up my order? it was like heaven with skz bc changbin baby is my ult n he was in some of the pulls for the second album 🥵🥵 the limited edition of no easy confuses me bc it’s not like the last one of theirs i bought and typically groups stick to a style when they design albums like mamamoo are all in these cute magnetic flip box thingies and nct’s are all little books type things as well as txt’s but skz switched it up and there’s a fair bit of loose stuff? but it’s okay bc i have two posters n all of the mini flip card things for the members and some bangchan (i’m gifted in pulling chan).

im also hopefully getting a car?? the barman hasn’t gone to prison yet bc the court keep moving his sentencing date(s?) so when i discussed this w my mum she said they’ll probably throw it out and relief filled me!! but ik i shouldn’t be so hopeful but at the same time it’s like why would you mess someone around so much? anyway i’ll move on, i wanted to drop him home in my car bc he deserves a lift everyday what a sweetheart❣️ my co-worker facetimed me today as it was my day off and i said hi to everyone it was so heartwarming to see everyone missing me but also not bc my manager overworks me and he knows that after this weekend 💉🩸

im jumping about with my points and things i want to say but i’m horrible at internet friends so this is okay for me as recently i’ve just not had energy for any friends which is awful of me but i’m still trying to find the balance between work and social. also everyone’s gone to uni and i’m just chilling. i like my life.

i want to redecorate my room. i don’t like the vibe other than when people compliment my kpop wall bc it’s a bunch of my art and then other peoples art and i thoroughly enjoy decorating w pictures and stickers and stuff but it’s literally just a door and it’s depresses me that my happiness is reduced to the back of a singular door now. i want to redo the vibe in my room and make it more me. i’ve never felt comfortable until recently and even now i’m going back to feeling uncomfy now that i know i want it a certain way and to give a certain vibe. idk, maybe it’s bc i watched sex education and seeing lily’s room in the most recent season (i won’t say much more in case you are watching/haven’t seen it yet) really made me realise i want to love myself and love the space i create for myself more. do you enjoy your space you’ve created for yourself? i always feel like peoples rooms say a lot about them as a person but how they see their room in their own eyes always says more.

i want to ask loads of questions and am awful at asking them so please just tell me everything i missed or should be updated on!! ily, always

~ 🌻

LIBRA SEASON !!! omg did i ask you when's your bday ?? i hope i didn't miss it. >:( happy birthday !!!! you deserve so much love. also, i'm sorry about your managers leaving. dealing with new staff is hella stressful and i hope you don't have to have too much responsibility and nerves <3

ooh palm readings are hella interesting. i've never had one but i think i'd like to try. spending money impulsively isn't a bad thing, if it's not an irresponsible spending. and if it is,, well who cares. yolo. i feel you on that tho, bc even tho i am really stingy w money, sometimes i just buy stuff i don't need and act on impulse.

OMG THAT IS A DREAM ?? getting free albums ?? (at least i hope they were free lmao). i like it when groups stick to one type of packaging although i must say i dont like the book thingies nct uses bc there is no magnetic part so it falls apart on my shelf and i hate that. i acutally like the sleeve packaging txt's albums have ?? everyone seems to bitch abt it on tiktok but i find it the most conveniet. also i'm glad changbin came home to you <3

YAAAY TO THE CAR !! AND ALSO TO YOUR COWORKER. i am praying he won't have to go, then, i am really hopeful. he is a sweet soul and doesn't deserve that. pleeease don't put up with your boss overworking you. take care of yourself :(

YOURE NOT HORRIBLE AT INTERNET FRIENDS we are besties. okay ??? and its totally okay to have no energy for friends as well, bc as you can see, i am struggling as well recently. it took me so long to reply to this ask and i feel so bad but it is what it is :// social battery has been low and i am busy with studying and work and trying to put my shit together. i am rooting for you !! <3

go for the decorating !! i actually haven't watched sex education and am not planning on watching so i dont really understand what you mean, but i hope you get to create a space for yourself when you feel free and comfortable. i share a room with my brother so its kind of difficult to decorate it how i want it, but i honestly like sharing a room tbh. he's not here half the time anyway so it's good to see him at least when we go to sleep lmao. but i have a bunch of stuff in my corner that are kpop and my side is full of plants, so i feel good surrounded by them hihi. i like it here.

i don't have many updates. i am actually living a very boring life, so i have nothing to share. preparing for graduation exams has been making me anxious and also depressed with everything that's been going on lately, but it's okay. i'll pull myself together <3 i love you a lot, take care !! i missed you

#our convos are always so long i love it #missed you sm #sorry for taking ages to reply #💌ask #🌻 anon

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amerrierworld · 4 years ago

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Curtain. (i)

Carol (2015) fanfiction

Summary: An on-and-off job as photographer can only pay so much, so Therese Belivet has taken a job at an elementary school's art program to help pay the bills. One of her last jobs before the school year begins is photographing a preview night of a successful play where she meets the well-known artistic director of the show, Carol Ross. She forgets about their meeting until September rolls around and she starts teaching an inquisitive young six-year old by the name of Rindy.

Characters: Carol x Therese

Word Count: 1,491

Warnings: none yet!

June.

Therese was staring intensely at her laptop, watching as all the little photo icons from her camera began transferring over to her drive. Rain tapped gently against her windows and a can of Coke sat on her desk, half-empty. She had shut all the windows to avoid any light or outdoor distractions as she tended to daydream while looking out in the distance, but this time Therese was determined to get this job finished.

As she waited for the files to continue transferring, the brunette arched her back, yawning as her body creaked and popped from sitting for so long.

It had been three days since her lucky photography gig at the Hudson Theatre. Thinking about it still made her limbs jittery. It was a smaller theatre, but being the oldest theatre in the city and having hosted many successful shows, it was still a landmark. Therese had been overjoyed at the prospect of working inside the theatre for once and seeing all the ins and outs of the show she had been asked to document.

Her phone pinged from where she had haphazardly tossed it on her bed. She stood up and shuffled over, stretching again and giving her legs a shake as she opened a message from Dannie.

preview done. again.

how was it?

tbh a little messier than when u were there, richard kept missing his mark

of course he did.

yeah ross wasn't too pleased with him...

At the mention of the director's name, Therese's stomach lurched a bit, though she couldn't tell why. They had only exchanged a few words during the preview when she'd been there.

...anyways, manager wants to know how ur doing with those photos

workin on em right now actually

tsk that's too bad

why? did she need them now? i thought i had until next week

nah i was just gonna ask if u wanted to get some food and then get plastered w me and phil

Therese snorted and looked back at her laptop, which lit up, indicating all the files had been successfully imported. Temporarily forgetting about her conversation she hurried to glance through them, immediately noticing the faulty pics that she knew she wouldn't be able to use.

Her phone rang and she picked up.

"Is that a no?" Dannie asked from the other end. Therese rolled her eyes.

"Dannie, not responding in 30 seconds does not automatically mean no. But yeah, I don't know if getting drunk right now is such a good idea, I have a lot to go through. Plus, don't you have to work tomorrow?"

"Preview isn't until the afternoon, Belivet. I have all morning to sober up."

Sighing, Therese flicked through a few photos, stilling as she found one of the director whose back was to the camera as she directed Gen, the lead actress, who stood off to the far side of the stage.

"Therese?"

"Hm? Yeah, for sure. I'll come for food, but I'm going home afterwards, I really don't want to be hungover. I've had three cans of Coke already, alcohol and caffeine don't mix well for me."

"Alright, sounds good."

"When do you wanna head out?"

"...now?"

At that, the intercom buzzed at Therese's front door, indicating someone was in front of the apartment building.

"Jesus, Dannie, really?"

"I know you're always hungry, Therese. Plus, getting off the subway from work at your place is so much closer than mine. Forgive me?"

"Ugh fine, give me 20 minutes to get ready though. I don't care if you're stuck in the rain outside. That's what happens when you constantly drag me out for last minute plans."

"Yeah, yeah, Belivet, just hurry your ass up. We're not going anywhere fancy cause God knows I don't get paid enough to afford anything like that."

"Is Richard coming?" Therese asked, brow furrowing in a split second of worry.

"Him? Nah. I actually think he somehow managed to lure Gen into a date tonight. I saw them talking after the show."

"Oof, poor girl."

"Yeah, maybe I should warn her, y'know. Get her out while she still can."

"Terrible idea, McElroy. You know how actresses are with stage hands."

Dannie barked out a laugh. "Shut the fuck up, Belivet. You're one to talk, considering you were ogling the director the entire night."

"I was not."

"Yeah you were. Now get going, or I'm gonna melt in this downpour."

Therese smiled and ended the call, closing her laptop and hurrying to put on some decent clothes before meeting Dannie outside.

"C'mon Terry, not even one shot? As a celebratory drink for this job and the next."

"No, Phil," Therese laughed. "I already told Dannie, I have work to do later."

"Alright, suit yourself, but that means I'm gonna drink extra just to make up for you!"

After having grabbed a bite at a cheap Thai restaurant, the McElroy brothers had dragged Therese to their usual bar even though she was still determined to stay sober.

"Do you even know how to deal with kids, Therese? Elementary school can be vicious, y'know," Dannie said, sipping his beer as he ignored Phil stumbling from his seat to order another drink.

"It's only part-time, Dan," Therese shrugged. "Plus, what kid doesn't like art? If one of them throws a temper, I'll just let him go ham on a canvas with some paint, no big deal. It's therapeutic that way."

"How'd you manage to get a job there anyway?"

"Well, their usual art teacher had to take a break for a year 'cause of an injury, so I'm just filling in for the younger grades. They were desperate for more staff for their programs."

"Jeez, is that allowed? You've barely worked with kids until now."

"I dunno. I did a full police check and stuff, besides I'm not hired for the school, just the programs afterwards so I'm not technically a teacher. But it's a small school with a shit ton of younger kids that often need an after-school program. Chances are they won't even need me in the New Year if the other teacher comes back."

"So they just really need extra hands on deck?" Dannie concluded and Therese nodded. Phil came staggering back with a glass of water, grouchy and mumbling something about the bartender not letting him have another.

"Yeah. What about you though? What's happening after Woolf?"

Danni sighed and slumped back in his seat. "Who knows at this point? Ross is taking a break too, from being artistic director-,"

"Wait, really? She's not retiring is she?"

Dannie smirked at Therese but ignored her sudden eagerness in the conversation.

"Nah, just something about needing to be home with her family. She's worked her butt off for the theatre more than anyone, so it makes sense she wants a break for a little while after this show's done. But she'll probably be back in no time, cause she's like that. In the mean time, Gerhard is taking over. I don't know what she has up her sleeve yet, but I'm thinking a typical Christmas show is coming up."

"Any idea what it might be?"

"Nope. Everyone's talking and wanting to do A Christmas Carol but it's been so overdone, and Abby's always doing unexpected things."

"Damn, I wonder what it could be," Therese chewed her lip in thought.

"You sure you're not just upset at the idea of Ross not working there anymore?" Dannie teased. Therese smacked his arm.

"Dannie," she scolded.

"What! Even a blind person could see she's literal eye candy, though she can be a tough boss. I'm not blaming you for liking her, but I am telling you that she's not as sweet as she looks."

"Hmph, whatever. She's probably got someone anyways, if she's taking a break with family."

"I dunno, Belivet, I've never noticed a wedding ring." He winked at her.

"God, you're the worst y'know?" Therese sighed, though her eyes were twinkling. "I never should have come out to you when all you do is tease me about every girl who I just happen to find kinda cute."

Dannie grinned. "That's what you get for being besties with the McElroys, Belivet. Besides, since Phil doesn't like girls, who am I supposed to go to when I get lady problems?"

Therese shook her head and chuckled before checking her watch.

"Damn, it's getting late. Alright boys, I'm going home. I really need to work on those photos. Don't drink yourselves to death, please?"

"Wouldn't dream of it, Belivet!"

She grabbed her purse before going to hail a cab as Phil and Dannie waved goodbye, her mind whirling with thoughts of the intriguing blonde director. Therese wondered who she was, besides the 'literal eye candy' that she'd managed to capture on camera. Sighing, Therese shook her from her mind during the brief cab ride home, deciding it was best to leave her daydreaming behind for the rest of the night.

A/N: heh... hi. here's my take on carol/therese because i can’t get enough of them honestly. Let me know what you think; this’ll be a pretty packed series so enjoy :3

I’ve also been posting my stuff on AO3 if any of you use that as well so you can find this and my other stories there too! <3

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thestoryofhiccstrid · 5 years ago

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HICCSTRID ONE SHOT: NIGHTMARES

So today is a very very special day!! Indeed, it's the birthday of my bestie @foreverandalwayshttyd , and I wanted to write you a little something sweetie ♡ I really hope you will like it, even though it will never be as good as I wish it could since you deserve the very best! Love you lot, you make me the happiest and I'm beyond grateful to have you! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY GIRLIE!!! I WISH YOU A YEAR FULL OF HAPPINESS, UNFORGETTABLE MEMORIES AND LOVE <3

Now, as for the context, it's taking place in rtte, after season 3 episode 5 :) I'm so sorry for all the mistakes I've made (hopefully not too much!!) Enjoy :D

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Astrid couldn't stop turning around in her bed, and her hut had never seemed so nerve-wracking and scary. There was sweat dripping on her forehead and her temples. It seemed to her that the bedroom was burning and that she couldn't do anything to make it stop, to put an end to this agonizing heat.

Her heart was racing, as if he was threatening to get out of her rib cage at any moment. Her headache and her arms shaking did not help to realise her overwhelming urge to find a normal breathing again and a less blurred view. She just could't focus on anything else than herself on the brink of death.

She was about to cry, and she hated that. Indeed, she couldn't cry just because of a nightmare! She was a strong and fierce girl, undoubtedly fearless! She was Astrid Hofferson for Thor's sake!

Well, even if she was repeating to herself this anchored thought of her, her shivers wouldn't stop, just like her heart pounding. It looked so true, she could feel the huge pain of the Scourge of Odin all over again, and it was simply so exhausting.

Suddenly, she heard someone knocking on her door boldly.

_ "Astrid, you forgot your knives on the table of the central pavilion. I ... I wanted to give them back to you... Can I come in?"

She immediately recognized the familiar nasally voice of Hiccup that she liked more than she would admit, always shy about her increasing feelings for him that were quite scaring her about how deep they were, and the last thing that she wanted was him seeing her being a total mess.

Since he didn't get any reply, he soon started to worry and decided to knock again, the want to make sure that she was okay devouring him.

But still, no reply at all.

_ "Astrid? Astrid! Are you okay?" he said, his voice full of concern for the girl that, only a week ago, caused him the fear of his life, but also the same girl that was always the main character of his craziest dreams (that may or may not include a passionate and all so desired kiss), since... well... since as long as he could remember.

_ "Yes, don't... don't worry Hiccup, I will take them tomorrow. But thanks."

She felt so guilty about not opening her front door to her... best friend? That was what he was to her, right? Or maybe more? No, what was she thinking about! And even if she had developed feelings for him, which is clearly not the case, would it be mutual?

She didn't know anymore... Another thing she wants to figure out, since there were so many different feelings rushing in her heart at the same time whenever his cute face full of freckles was in front of her. And his bright emerald eyes, those that looks at her like nobody else do, and that definitely were her weakness. She could litteraly get lost into them.

She thought for so long that he was just her best friend and nothing more than the guy who share with her the taste for adventure, the guy that completely changed her opinion about dragons and war, the guy the most awkward yet cute she ever met, the guy the most caring and protective and faithful to his convictions, and attractive...

By Odin! Did she just admit to herself that she found him attractive? Her?? And meaned every word she said, if not more???

She was so not the type of girl paying attention and importance about looks, but she had to admit that Hiccup was no longer a pretty boy with a sweet smile. No, he was so much more than that.

She just didn't want to put words on it, so afraid that it might reveal her obvious feelings for him, her uncontrollable want to be with him, to make him understand how much he means to her, how much she couldn't picture herself waking up without seeing his usual grin with his adorable crooked teeths, or his excitement about a new exploration that obviously imply rescuing dragons (and she wouldn't want it any other way).

How much she couldn't imagine doing any mission without him, get some sleep without saying him goodnight, eating if she was not sitting on her usual chair because then she would have to deal with the twins stealing her food or worse, having Snotlout teasing her about how she can't live without him.

How much she cherishes every single thing that makes him him.

She didn't know how long she had been lost in her thoughts, but she was unquestionably really shocked to hear him again, testifying that he was still here and that he won't give up. Why she's not even surprised? He's definitely stubborn when he wants to, and she also deeply love that part of him. As most as she find his determination heartwarming, her flushed cheeks and her dilated pupils clearly don't want to confront his gaze, not now!

_ "Astrid, I don't want to appear intrusive or anything, but I feel like you was trying to avoid me today... Did I do something wrong? If it's the case, I'm so sorry! You know I'm here for you and that you can tell me anything and... yeah I really hope you're okay after everything you've been through this past few months. I... I miss spending time with you..."

That was it. She couldn't take it anymore. She let hot tears rolling down along her blushing cheeks, trying her best to choke her sobs. She felt so weak, so vulnerable, so fragile at this very moment.

And him, he was so nice to her, so receptive at any move she make, at any tone of voice she use. He was always there for her, exactly like he said, making sure she feels alright, happy and surrounded, offering her all the support she could wish for and even more than that.

And her? What did she do? What did she do to deserve this amount of goodwill and kindness and this unstinting support ? Was she really losing her self-confidence?

She obviously didn't wanted to be an emotional wreck. She had to believe that those horrible nightmares will come to an end with all her might!

Thus, she wiped her tears with determination and decided that the bravest thing that she could do right now was to open the door to him. After all, if there is someone in this world that won't judge anyone, it's him for sure.

_ "Hi Hiccup! Don't you worry, you didn't do anything wrong, like at all! Hum... Well... it's not you that have to apologize... I mean, I don't know where I would be without you... you litteraly saved my life and I can't think of a way to thank you enough, to repay you... I am so sorry, I didn't wanted to hurt you!!!"

And with that confession out of her chest, quiet sobs returned in spite of herself.

Instinctively, he pulled her against his chest, wrapped his arms around her waist and cradled her delicately while drawing gentle circles in the small of her back.

She immediately relaxed and put her head in the crook of his neck, taking the time to breathe his woody scent, which reminds her so much of the forge and all the hours of work he spends inside. Everything became more peaceful and bearable. It was as if this place in the hollow of his arms was meant for her. It felt like home. The precise place where she can be herself, and she was definitely overwhelmed by love right now.

She opened her eyes and dared maintaining his gaze but what she found was no longer determination. It was without a doubt hesitation.

_ "What is it? Are you feeling uncomfortable about this?"

_ "What? No! No, no, no, no, no! It's just... argh!"

_ "It's just what?", she replied, squeezing his hand in order to encourage him to continue.

_ "Forget it, it's not that important anyway", he answered, trying to avoid her gaze.

_ "What happened to you?"

_ "What are you saying?"

_ "We promised to always tell each other the truth!"

_ "Are you telling me that I'm lying to you?! Seriously Astrid?!"

_ "Up to you to convince me otherwise!"

_ "Is it the lack of sleep that makes you say things like that?"

_ "WHAT?? Say that again to see!!!"

_ "I'm just saying that I'm not hiding anything from you Astrid! But what about you, huh? You haven't told me anything lately!"

_ "Okay, well, what do you want to know?!"

_ "I don't know! How are you feeling, why are you avoiding me, how do you manage to make me feel so insecure about our friendship..."

_ "Our friendship? You question our bond?!"

_ "NO! OF COURSE NOT! It's still not my fault if everything you do makes me doubt!"

_ "I don't follow you... doubts about what??"

_ "About us!! I... urgh! I just... I just... let me show you"

Without another word, he crushed his lips againt her own, and both of their hearts skipped a beat. He said he wanted to show her, that's what he will do. He cupped both of her cheeks, leaned a little more and tilted his head a little for having a better angle to take control.

Her lips were so soft, so perfect, so addictive! He felt like he was in heaven. He took the time to memorize every new sensation, every little sigh and moan, exploring every inch of her divine lips who had become in a quarter of a second his favorite place of all time, as if they were meant to be pressed against him own.

Paying attention of any possible sign of reluctance, he definitely felt more alive than ever when she answered fervently, wrapping her arms against his neck, which send shivers along his spine and made him groan of pleasure.

She even intensified the kiss, brushing her lips against his own languorously while mobilizing an infinite tenderness at each new meeting, full of anticipation.

They kissed with passion until they were forced to part to catch their breath, which they did grudgingly.

He scanned her face and found an Astrid grinning from ear to ear, with cheeks flushed red and pupils blacker than ever. As for him, his blissful smile and the soft tingling on his lips were the proof that he only wanted one thing: repeat this delightful moment as many times as she would allow him.

_ "This sounds kinda familiar" she said, her eyes sparkling and focused on his reaction.

_ "I think I'm definitely more comfortable when I directly show you what I mean. Note that this time I didn't throw you on a branch" he admitted with a teasing smile.

_ "I think so too, and I appreciate it, really", she confirmed, letting out a chuckle that made his heart melt instantly. He wished he could hear her laugh on repeat.

_ "I'm so sorry Astrid, I feel so dumb to have waited this long! I was so scared about losing you, I- I..."

_ "Shhh.. that was amazing! You are amazing Hiccup, and if there is someone who must apologize, it's really me! Wanting to repress my feelings was propably the worst idea I ever have! The only thing holding me back was the fear of ruining our friendship, and I would never have forgiven myself if that had happened! But I definitely want to be more for you" she confessed, eyes filled with hope.

_ "And I definitely want you to be your boyfriend, you insomniac", which earned him a light punch in the shoulder, but it was all worth it because what followed made him feel high, as if he was able to touch the sky, and this time, Toothless wasn't there to make fun of him (but he'll catch up eventually).

#hiccstrid fic #hiccstrid #rtte #httyd #astrid hofferson #hiccup haddock #birthday #gift for my bestie

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boyfriend-vernon · 5 years ago

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f i r e w o r k s

g e n r e - s m u t

w a r n i n g s - s e m i - p u b l i c, f i n g e r i n g, b l o w j o b, e x p l i c i t l a n g u a g e

o r i g i n a l c o n t e n t - i did write this and the original that can be found on wattpad at the user ong_seunguwu

o r i g i n a l i d o l - j u n g h o s e o k

a u t h o r n o t e - i tried to include every member. if i missed a member it was not on purpose or out of biased opinion... trust me. in the case that i did miss someone please note that i am sorry and i love all of my boys. also please remember that in all case when you say no it means no! no exceptions!

Sandwiches? Check!

Chips? Check!

Drinks? Check!

Blankets?Check!

You continue your mental list as you gather everything you needed for your day out with the boys. You've been waiting so long for them to come back home from tour, especially Vernon. You two had been friends since your diaper days and watching him grow up to be such a successful person overfilled you with joy and happiness, but it also made you lonely. No longer could you do movie nights, or go out for coffee. No more library meet-ups or bestie days. Nowadays, you could barely hear his voice. He did his best to call you, even managed to send you cute texts from time to time. You can't count on your fingers how many times you had to chastise him because he would try and force himself awake to face time you. He was a sweetheart, no one could deny that. He was the greatest friend that anyone could ask for, but more often than not, you wished he was more.

With a small shake of your head, you grab your things and head to your car.

"No point in getting your hopes up..." You sigh to yourself as you get in your car. You decided that now may be a good time to call him and make sure everyone was ready.

"Hello?" a groggily deep voice answered.

You facepalm as you hear his voice knowing you'd once again forgotten his odd sleep schedule.

"Hey V!" you reply.

"Oh, baby, it's you," he begins and your face heats up. Not only was his sleepy voice sexy as hell, he had never called you that before.

"I was just having a lovely dream about you." he finishes with a deep and tired chuckle.

"Y-you were?" you stutter out questioningly, "What about me?"

You can almost hear the smirk fall upon his lips as he speaks to you. "Well, kitten, there was a lack of clothing on both of our parts and you were pretty quiet since your mouth was wrapped around my c-"

"HANSOL CHWE!" you exclaim loudly, snapping him out of his deeply fatigued stupor.

"Shit, What was I saying?" he questioned shaking his head trying to clear his foggy brain.

"N-Nothing! I'll see you in a bit. I'm on my way! Bye!" You squeak out and quickly hang up your phone, throwing it in the passenger seat. You lean your head against the steering and groan, not so innocent thoughts crossing your mind. With a heavy groan, you start your car and head over to the boys, praying that they were up.

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Vernon lets out a soft groan as he rolls on his bed, trying to make himself more comfortable as he slowly succumbs to the soft lullaby of sleep. Just as he was about to sleep once more, life had to be a pain in the ass. In other words, Seungkwan and Mingyu were up.

"Hansol! Wake up! Wake up!"

"It's almost noon~"

"Aren't we going to see (Y/N) today?"

At that last statement, Vernon shot out of his bed, slipping and almost falling face-first on the wooden floor. How could I be so stupid?! I should've been up by now! Y/N will be here any minute and I haven’t even had a shower! What kind of best friend am I?! With a racing mind, he runs to his closet and grabs a decent outfit for the day and then begins running to the shower, but before he could get to the door, he was stopped once again by the ever-annoying yet loveable mood-makers of the group.

"Hansol... You move so slow!" Mingyu teased "mimicking" Vernon’s supposedly slow walking.

"Shut up! I'm moving aren't I?!" Hansol replies kinda snarkily.

Mingyu cackles and Hansol shakes his head before walking to the bathroom. He lays his clothes over the rack beside the tub and quickly strips. Usually, Vernon locks the door behind him, but he was in too much of a rush to even think about that.

As he rubs the soap lathered washcloth over his abdomen he hears the bathroom door open. He freezes but sighs in relief when he hears Jihoon begin speaking.

"You really should not answer phone calls unless you are fully awake," Jihoon states bluntly closing the door behind him.

"What do you mean?" he questions as he shampoos his hair thoroughly.

"Do you not remember what you said to Y/N?" Jihoon question with an almost audible smirk.

"N-No," Vernon replies opening his eyes to look at Woozi through the shower curtain, "What did I say?!"

He shakes his head, "Let's just say telling your best friend that you had a dream about her sucking you off, isn't the best way to keep the friendship going."

Vernon coughs loudly, "I DID WHAT?!" He screams.

"Yea... Good luck covering that one up Hansol. There is no recovery from shit like that."

"Wow Ji thanks for the vote of confidence," Hansol responds sarcastically.

"Eh, my pleasure," Woozi begins, "Oh you also might find it a little complicated to get dressed without clothes to put on."

Jihoon walks out of the bathroom door to the sounds of Vernon screaming a few choice words that are only being met with cackles from Seungkwan, Mingyu, and Soonyoung.

Vernon finishes his shower angrily. After rinsing off his body he climbs out of the shower and wraps a plain white towel around his waist.

His heart stops when he hears shuffling in his room, followed by the faint singing of a females voice.

"Y/N," he calls out as he approaches his bedroom, "close your eyes."

"Why am I closing my ey-?" you question as you turn around to see a basically naked Vernon in the doorway.

You can't help but stare at the tall man, his perfect figure, and slightly damp and glistening abs.

He blushes darkly and as he fumbles to turn around and close the door he almost drops his towel.

You yelp and drop your gaze as he struggles to rewrap it around his waist. You sit on his bed and look in every direction but him. He walks over to the dresser, the whole time sneaking small glimpses of you blushing. Finally, with a sigh, he walks over to you and leans down to speak to you.

"Y/N I am sorry about what I said over the phone, but it wasn't a lie. I did have that dream and I am thinking about that dream now. I'm also thinking about kissing you. I think I'm going to do that. If you don't like it or want me to, then push me away." Vernon states bluntly as he lifts your chin and connects his lips with yours.

You automatically sink into the kiss. Of course, you wanted him to kiss you! You almost flipped your shit every time he got remotely close to you!

He gently licked your bottom lip before nibbling on it lightly. You opened your mouth and he happily slipped his tongue inside. He placed his hand on the back of your neck pulling you in deeper. You let out a quiet and light moan. As soon as you did he pulled away and looked you in the eyes.

In one swift motion, he was hovering over your body with your hands pinned above your head.

"Y/N?"

"Y-yes V?"

"Will you make my dream a reality?"

"W-what?! Vernon the boys are literally in the other room!"

"If they see it, then they see it. They would probably just be jealous anyways. I know I'd be jealous if I walked in on one of the boys with your lips wrapped around their dick."

"VERNON!"

He chuckled, "C'mon baby, for me?" he prodded kissing your neck.

You blushed darkly, "I-I'll do it."

Hansol smirked, "Good girl."

You blushed as he crawled off of you. You finally got a good look at his erection poking through the white towel. You stood up and grabbed his hips. You turned him so that he could sit on the bed. You removed his towel and somehow your blush darkened even more. He wrapped his hand in your hair and guided your head towards the tip of his cock. You opened your mouth and took the tip in. He let out a quiet and deep moan. He pushed your head down further around his length, letting his head drop back. He closed his eyes moaning in pleasure.

"You feel so good with your mouth around me like this Y/N. No wonder I woke up from my dream so happy." Hansol said forcing his cock to the back of your throat.

You gagged lightly and hummed around him.

"Ah, fuck!" he moaned deeply.

"Such a good little slut, but still you look so beautiful with me fucking your mouth like this." He mumbled out in between moans.

Listening to the vulgar words slipping off of his tongue and smothering you in dirty compliments made you even more turned on than before. He shoved your head down, his tip touching the back of your throat as he came. He let out one long groan. As you were removing your mouth from around him his door opened and Junhui walked inside. You all froze in place. Your mouth still halfway around Vernon’s length, his hand still wrapped in your hair, and Junhui in the doorway mouth agape.

He bowed quickly exclaiming his apologies before running out of the room slamming the door shut behind him. There was screaming and laughing coming from outside of Vernon’s room. He was smirking as you removed his dick from your mouth and stood. You wiped the corner of your mouth and he stood up, wrapping his arms around you.

"We were caught," you mumble in slight defeat.

He chuckles and snakes his hand in between your legs. He doesn't waste time as he pushes a finger inside of you.

"And based on how wet your are, you liked it." He replied thrusting his finger in and out.

"Vernon!" You moan out loudly.

This time he full-on smiles as he adds another finger and teases your clit with his thumb.

"Baby girl, be as loud as you want. I want everyone to hear how I finally got my dream come true," he whispers in your ear as he turns you both around to gently lay you on the bed.

You moan out loudly in ecstasy as he speeds up the thrusts of his fingers and adds a little more pressure to your clit. You forget where you are and it becomes just the two of you.

"Hansol I need more! Please!" you scream out in absolute pleasure and need.

He smirks and adds a third finger. You claw at his shoulders and back as he moves his fingers inside of you. Without a clear warning, you cum around them, screaming out his name. He continues moving them in and out of you until you finish out your high. He removes them and then licks each digit clean.

"You taste delicious Y/N." he compliments quietly.

You blush and sit up, "Vernon I think I should probably get cleaned up."

He chuckles and smiles down at you beautifully, "Let me get dressed princess and then I will help you okay?"

You nod with a small smile and watch him slide on his underwear and a pair of grey sweatpants. He keeps his shirt off and you can't help but admire his toned body. He grabs his towel and helps wipe up the mess you made. Walking over to his dresser once more, he grabs a pair of spandex shorts.

"I don't have any underwear for you to wear, but these should be okay. They are tight enough!" He says smiling and handing them to you.

You giggle and stand up sliding them under your skirt. He grabs your face and kisses you softly.

"Hey, I think I'm in love with you."

"You better be, because I'm in love with you too."

He smiled widely and grabbed your hand, walking out of the bedroom.

As the two of you stepped in the living room Woozi smirked and Junhui looked everywhere but at you. It was Seungcheol that broke the silence with a loud laugh.

"Y/N, I love you, but you could at least try to be discreet!" Joshua said shaking his head.

You blushed darkly, "Shut up!"

This caused Seungcheol to laugh harder. Dokyeom looked kinda confused for a minute before everything clicked.

"Was that you two having sex?!" He screamed incredulously, looking around at everyone.

Him yelling this out made Woozi and Wonwoo lose it. The three of them were all but rolling on the floor. Tears of happiness cascading down their cheeks and Dokyeom looking beyond shook.

"What the fuck Hansol?!" Dokyeom exclaimed. Vernon only smiled.

"It must have been good if Y/N was being that loud..." Jeonghan said teasingly. This called Vernon to smile even brighter.

"You guys stop talking about it!! I'm gonna have the image of Y/N attached to Hansol by the dick for months!" Junhui whined rubbing his eyes aggressively.

"Shut up Junhui! You just wish it were you! Now, will you all shut up and get in the damn car so we can go to the fucking park?!" You exclaim, embarrassed.

Everyone picked themselves up off of the couches, still laughing, or in Junhui’s case grumbling about the image in his brain.

After about 30 minutes of driving, you all made it to a small secluded area within the nearby park. With everyone's help, everything was unpacked quickly. You all sat on the large checkered blanket and ate sandwiches and shared stories. Eventually, you unpacked the football and you and Seungkwan watch the boys play.

"Y/N I'm glad you two are finally together. Granted, I would have rather found out by you just telling us and not your screams from the bedroom." Seungkwan said smugly.

You rolled your eyes but smiled, "I'm happy we are finally together too."

As the night went on and the sun began setting the boys began cheering. You walked to the trunk of the car and pulled out a box of fireworks.

"Alright, boys! Who's ready for the Seventeen Firework Extravaganza?!" You jeered.

The boys hooted and hollered as you walked the box a few feet from the blanket. Minghao was in charge of the fireworks from then on. As the night stretched on you realised this was one of the best moments of your life. Snuggled up on a blanket with your long-time best friend and very new boyfriend. Watching fireworks exploding into the air surrounded by people you love. This was what life was supposed to be like. You turn to look at Vernon, but he is already looking at you. He pecks your lips softly and then turns back to the fireworks.

As everyone sits in silent and content awe Wonwoo speaks, "Life is just like fireworks. We foresee our own possibilities but it shines for a short moment then disappears, just like those fireworks. And that's life."

After a moment Woozi says, "I think I like the way life has become."

Everyone nods and the silence falls back into place. This wasn't just a moment, this was a story for the future.

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jongdality · 5 years ago

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me thinkin' about how i've grown up with exo and watched as they lived and learned and developed as professionals and humans, overcoming the struggles of a poor debut concept and scandal after scandal with their tenacity and love for each other

Then thinkin' about how Kyungsoo, a somewhat aloof, awkward and weird boy who decided to be bold and try out for SM after old people at karaoke competitions told him to and he made 8 brothers for life who love him dearly and support him and his antics and his acting career and call him cute no matter how much he says he isn't good at anything and that he's boring and Manly and how he has starred in a full-ass movie and is partially credited as breaking the "idol-actor" stereotype and writes love songs with chanyeol on the DL that chanyeol reveals on his lives and wrote the lyrics to a lovely, comforting song for us before leaving to join the military so he can become an even bigger star in multiple films once he gets out

Then thinkin' about how bbh, an outgoing boy who flicked lights on and off to make his friends giggle, met a friend for life, kjd, on the very same day they both were to audition to get into a group that was about to debut, how he worked hard to break down barriers in the group and became the moodmaker, and how people thought he was bad at dancing because he hadn't had time to train but actually every solo dance he's been given he's slayed to the point that he became the CENTER FOR CBX, how he worked hard to learn piano in a very short amount of time to play The Answer for his EXO-Ls, how even after an early scandal in which is privacy was invaded he still looks at us with such love and protection and is NOW an amazing solo artist who texts the exo group chat saying he misses them so much

Then thinkin' about Suho. Kim frickin' Joonmyeon. The underdog of the entire group. Born rich, charismatic and well-educated, could have been ANYTHING but CHOSE to train for SEVEN YEARS due to his love of music. You guys. When Baek and another member got into trouble for cussing while playing video games sometime in 2012-2013 and a sasaeng threatened to reveal the voice clips of them cussing purportedly to apink members, joonmyeon texted her personally, so cold, so professional, "are you blackmailing us? If you release the clip you won't be forgiven" big fuckin dad energy, worked so hard on his singing and dancing yet still asks not to be given too many lines or placed center too often, gives up his seats for his members ALWAYS, accepted their first awards show win alone stoic and professional as the boys broke down in the back room after the news of kris leaving broke, now has multiple solo songs and acts and is literally set to be higher-level management at SM due to all his hard work, definitely puts out that goofy mom energy but is actually extremely intelligent, protective and the go-to guy for all the members and this para has no point i just think kim joonmyun deserves everything

Remembering that chanyeol has a famous sister and is a multitalented instrumentalist that didn't actually need to become an idol, but he did because he wanted "brothers", how he skyrocketed an entire foot from debut til now, how he's all teeth and ears and big anime eyes and legs and he's confident and happy after years of struggling w his weight and self-image, makin music and writing lyrics and modeling for tommy hilfiger and riding scooters in paris and despite the fact that he can't dance he tries, despite the fact that he didn't audition to be a rapper he became one of korea's best, how he turns into a little kid every time he's around any small animal and just tries to cuddle and feed it as he coos in his Low Man Voice, his tough raps but then his soft exo station song SSFW, and now exo-sc with his bestie and ACTING!!!

Thinkin' about Xiumin. Xiumin who came in as a vocalist and ended up being one of the best dancers in the group (even tho he hits the highest notes!!!). Xiumin who is the oldest and wisest but is still willing to throw that ass back to havana to make cbx laugh. Xiumin who is korea's pick, who kids and ahjummas alike fall for. Xiumin who is beautiful and quiet and humble and supports his brothers from the sidelines, who is so loving and caring, who released an adorable solo that matches him so well and is now winning fckn awards in military training for being so goddamn amazing. Xiumin who attends TVXQ concerts and supports all of his fellow celebrities. Mark's dad. Amazing man. Says he has no friends outside of exo but literally everyone loves him. Dedicated his formative years to the group even when he wasn't spotlighted like he deserves to be and-

Lay. That's it. That's the paragraph. He came in not speaking Korean and is now one of the top-grossing musicians in all of China. Breaking barriers. Learning languages in a matter of months. Solo albums out the wazoo that he composed. Coming back to wish Kyungsoo goodbye even though he hasn't been on a stage with them in years. Didn't leave, although I'm sure he was mistreated just as much as the members who did. All of exo loves him so fucking much.

Kai. Kai who could have been a professional ballet dancer, could have been a full-time model, debuts as the SCREAMO BOY in mama. Gets made fun of for his skin complexion. Is shy and embarrassed for the first 2 or 3 years of exo interviews, and is still pretty shy and introverted. But boy became the fucking IDOL'S IDOL. FANCAMS GOING VIRAL LEFT AND RIGHT. SUSTAINING INJURIES, CRYING WHEN HE MESSES UP AN EXTREMELY DIFFICULT DANCE ROUTINE TO "I SEE YOU". Is such a perfectionist to the point of pushing himself into constant injury, and besides that has had his personal life broadcasted all over the news MULTIPLE times even though he's so shy and withdrawn irl. People cry to meet him, now. Front and center of every exo dance. A dancing god and the reason half of NCT auditioned. I cannot emphasize how proud I am of Kai, who is only a few months older than sehun yet has had to grow up so fast as the face of the group. Solo during the olympics with plantar fasciitis. Model who stuns at every Gucci show in new and experimental designs.

Sehun. Oh fuckin' Sehun. Ran away from recruiters because his mom told him not to talk to strangers, and now he's modelling for every major fashion campaign, is on the cover of vogue, has his dream dog and certifiably has the biggest dick of all exo members. Became a main dancer through hard work and practice even though nobody ever talks about how hard osh works bc he's sort of overshadowed by kai. Insecure about his singing voice but makes crowds go wild every time he even croons out one beautiful, dulcet line. Babied by junmyeon, kissed and coddled by all the exo members, still has Big Baby Energy but is debuting in a group with his fellow chaotic neutral yeol and looking all sexy with his swooped back hair and his 0 follows on insta. Sings in We Young and raps his little heart out. His solo during concerts still shake my very uterus and im pretty sure he's gay. That's how powerful ohs is, and he can only go up from here.

And finally my baby boy kim jongdae. Chanyeol once said Jongdae is so nice that he comes off as stupid and that is absolutely positively true. Boy is the manifestation of the john mulaney quote "you could pour soup on my lap and id apologize to you". Is a ray of fucking sunshine whose only goal as he was singing in that video from high school was to "become a singer". It's his passion. It's the reason he LIVES. He prays to jesus before every concert but worships music. One of THE best vocalists in the game with the cleanest and most controlled voice, sings in the shower, sings in the car, sings while walking to pet some deer, sings because he loves it and now he's a soloist with his own album out and another in the works, and not only that, he dances his feet on fire in CBX and exo routines and remains steady to hit those high notes. Duets abound because everyone loves him. Will tell a bitch to back off when talking about his private life bc he's probably a husband with 6 happy, healthy children at home. Started out as the nervous boy chasing a dream on that fateful day with bbh and became the nation's pick, sings CONSTANTLY, yet is still so humble he opens up a yt channel just to cover other artists' songs. MCs for Baekhyun's solo and shows up to all his performances to monitor. Heart of gold. Smiles when he's hurting. Deserves this solo career and deserves the happiest life this world can provide him.

Words aren't enough to express how grateful I am for these men, how proud I am and how much I just want them to know that we know how hard they've worked to get as far as they have. Compare them to any other group, even other SM groups, and it's clear that their passion, drive, skill and professionalism is unrivaled. They are all born artists and musicians down to their core, and with that, they're all kind, sweet people who are who they are because they debuted as 18, 19, 20, etc year old men 7 years ago and have grown up together, suffered together, celebrated together and loved together. They've switched up sounds, concepts, gone experimental, have created some of the most beautiful ballads and harmonies music has ever seen, and they strive for nothing but the best. ALWAYS. They have never disappointed me, and they never fail to inspire me every time they show the fruits of all their labor (as well as multiple creative people and teams that come together to create EXO) onstage as one.

Exo we are one, saranghaja.

#im just in my feelings #exo #rant #mobile isnt letting me put photos where they need to be so this is the post

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Park Jimin | Your, My

Full Title : Your Last Dream, My Last Dance

Sub / Other Title : Dreams, Dance, and Wedding Rings

Bestfriends au

Non idol au

Words : 12k

A/N : I am SO sorry for the lack of updates! ;_; This one is longer than what I usually write, so I hope this makes up for my absence? Have a shit ton of angst, luv.

Ps. By far the longest I’ve written?

Summary : The two of you were at a rocky path, it's just not how it used to be--as best friends, not when he completely misunderstood you. Not when all you did was to keep him away from pain. You'd do anything to keep your best friend happy, even going as far as to let go of your only wish for his sake.

Sub - plot : You love ‘him’, you really did. So when ‘he’ left, you can’t help but question yourself; “what if I told him?”

Your Last Dream, My Last Dance | ft. Jungkook

The sweet sound of bells was present in that dreamy landscape, just as he himself imagined. But there was no one there atop that lone beautiful cliff with an outstanding view of the setting sun, only him, and his wife to be.

The black haired man smiles sweetly, the orange rays delicately picturing his sculptured face as his arms round the waist of the girl in front of him.

She looks beautiful in white.

The wind suddenly picks up around them, and it only increased her beauty as he held her hands in his own. As the magical sounds of the bells died down, he slips a pretty, gold ring on her finger. Smiling widely as he laughs, and scoops her up for a kiss that ended all worries, and all heartaches.

He doesn’t want to wake up, but he does.

Jungkook awakens from his sleep due to the ringing of his phone, his form held upright as he looked around for the device. It took him off guard a second later, however, when he feels a cold sensation slipping down his cheeks.

He reaches for his phone whilst swiping off .. a tear, from just under his eyes.

Why is he crying?

Shakily pressing the answer button, he nears it to his ear. About to demand why he was awakened at an ungodly hour in the early morning when the caller beats him to it.

It takes him a minute or two, but when the words finally processed in his mind, he breaks down and drops the phone.

You are Park Jimin's best friend, although many thought you two were a couple, you were not. You were his friend and he was yours, there's a fine line dividing your hearts and you two preferred it that way. You'd do anything for him, especially when his happiness is at stake. And of course it's not only him, it's also for his wife-to-be, Seolhyun.

You knew each other ever since you were both children, your parents are awfully close that your mothers even had you sleep next to each other when you were babies. There's a photo in the album that proves it. Each photo probably shows that wherever you are, Jimin is there, and wherever he is, you're there. You are technically each other's half.

You were with him and he was with you through running around playgrounds in kinder, through roleplaying in gradeschool, through puberty in highschool and to that stressful part in college that leads on to your jobs. You've known him for more than a decade.

Many assumed that since you two have been together for so long than your exes and his, it would've been impossible not to have catch up on some feelings with one another. But no matter how much they tried to push one onto the other, it just doesn't work.

You tried working it out in a date, but that ended pretty amusing. Because at the end of the day, you two came to a conclusion that it just won't work out--that you're better off as besties.

No one complained, and thus the start of your life adventures with your best friend.

That was until the two of you left the province to go to the heart of the South; Seoul, where he stumbled -literally- on a fine girl named Seolhyun. You remember standing by the side flashing him kissy faces when he kept apologizing with a red face, and stammered a whole lot before going back at your side. You figured he really liked her, so you took the initiative to get her number with your winks that practically screamed 'I'll-help-you-get-the-dude'. Which, is not quite needed since Jimin obviously has the hots for her too.

The adventures you've had with Jimin ended slowly ever since the appearance of the beautiful, kind hearted Seolhyun who trusted the two of you and is fine whenever you two get a bit touchy, not too much, but subtle. She knew you two were friends and that's that, but of course, a girlfriend's gotta be jealous sometimes.

So there came the first argument.

You were just sitting on one of your chairs in front of the canvas, a brush in your hand with the bristles coated in a leafy green colour. Jimin came barging in at four in the afternoon looking so drained and somewhat guilty. He clasped his hand around your wrist, taking you by surprise.

"Jimin?" you voiced out that day, "What are you doing here? I thought you were on a date with Seo?" he flinched the second he heard her nickname. The two of you had been close, being girls and all, and somehow.. She managed to get so jealous.. To the fact that she assumed something so wrong and taboo.

"I was," Jimin mumbled, not once letting go of your wrist, but tightening it in lieu of dropping it down. "But you came up in the subject." he finished. You were much too bright to quickly pick up that the topic about you was not entirely on a positive note, but a negative one.

You chuckled, "Ah, did she spoke of our sleepover? I told her not to te--"

"You need to stay away from us." The words he said processed slowly in your brain, your smile ever so slowly giving way for a frown.

"W.. What?"

He sighed.

"We can't hang out that much anymore. I.. I have Seolhyun, now."

You dropped the brush in shock and disappointment. Did she doubted you and your sincere feelings for Jimin as a friend? Did she not.. Trust you and him? Or was this just what she really wanted?

"Yes, you have her, so what? That doesn't mean I have to stay away from my best friend, now, right?" came your strained reply.

The ethereal looking man sighed, his fingers running across his hair in exasperation.

You were always so stubborn, you wouldn't back down.

"She thinks we're having an affair behind her back, [Y/n]. I can't let her think like that." he said in defeat, an utterly lost look in his eyes. Minutes ago, he's in a conflict because he didn't know whether to go by his lover's wish or keep the friendship he had for more than two decades.

It was her or you.

"But we're not!" you exclaimed, splattering the rest of the paint accidentally on the ground due to your unexpected outburst. "How can she think like that? She knows you're loyal to her and her alone! Why is--"

"Shut up! Don't speak to her that way because she has the right to think like so! She's my lover and you're my best friend! A girl, [Y/n]. It's obvious she'd be thinking that we have something going on, and I can't let that happen." You fell silent as you watched Jimin pace around the room in a worried manner.

Constant murmurs leaving his lips.

"And I can't let the love of my life go.." he whispered.

You felt bad.

You had no idea Jimin felt like this all along. He must've been torn in decisions, you knew he thinks of your well being as much as he thinks of hers, and to decide between a lover he wants for the rest of his life and a friend he's supposed to keep in touch with.. Is difficult.

So perhaps.. Maybe this time, you could help him, even if it hurts you.

Jimin is a part of your life ever since you were born, and as you know, you were his half. His platonic half, you two had a friendship unbreakable. For him to suddenly just say that you should.. Keep your distance, even with all the plausible reasons he has up in his sleeve.. Is just terrible.

But for him, you could do it.

".. Okay,"

He looked up at you with wide, beady eyes that glossed over with a sanctum of tears. He couldn't believe his ears when you agreed to his words, and somehow can't help but feel anguish at the sight of you looking so defeated.

"Y-you.." he stammered.

And to confirm his statements, you gave him a strained smile.

"I'll uh, keep my distance. I just hope that what I'm about to do will at least help you make amends with her, again.."

You were an angel brought to this world and Jimin knows it, you were so kind--too kind. He knows that maybe at some point, he's using this to his advantage, but he can't help it. When Seolhyun appeared, it seemed as if she had been the centre of his universe. With his best friend retaining the position of being the millions of stars that depicted his everyday with you.

With a mixed cry and laugh, he hugged you tightly. Repeating his thank you's all over again before parting and scurrying away with a wave of your hand.

Leaving you with an unsure heart of despair and longing.

The weeks that followed afterwards is complicated, difficult. You were so spent away, the brushes that flew over the canvas are too dull. The paintings are too simple, so bland. Your mind isn’t working properly and for some reason, everything is so grey and black and white.

You were used to your best friend’s presence.

To have him like, away for more than ten feet as much as crazy as it sounds, is rather depressing.

You were huffing as you entered an art shop, you were a usual there so you knew where is what. Taking a basket, you subconsciously trudged through the aisles and greeted whenever an employee you know greets you.

You took more brushes, more paint, and pencils and sketchpads. One can never get too much pencils when it comes to art.

You weren’t looking in front of you as you made your way towards the cashier, yawning to yourself as you began imagining what you might paint later.

Or maybe you could just go to the park--

Completely taken off guard, a body slams into you quite literally, something landing on your foot so badly that it caused you to grasp onto your basket for dear life as you stumbled backwards. Luckily enough that you didn’t fall, but half your side did hurt like hell. And your [c] Timbs are now dirty!

“Oh, oh crap. I am so sorry, I swear I--”

A bit infuriated yet calm, you look up, only to see a man your age. He was taller for sure, and his black hair is slightly swept to side, he’s garbed in a black tee and pants--and Timberlands.. !?

Oh, an eye catcher, this dude is. If only he didn’t ram into you.

You noticed he has not completed his sentence, and is instead staring at you in what seems to be awe. You scrunch your nose lightly.

“Yeah, well, sorry, too. Now I must be on my way and wash my boots--”

That seemed to perk his head up, because you were not even far away when his hand grasps your wrist. His heavenly voice ringing out.

“Wait! I uh, I’ll pay for you,” this caught you off guard.

Looking at him over your shoulder, you blink.

Ah, he’s cute..

His cheeks went pink.

Immediately realizing what just happened because you, apparently, had just said that out loud, you jump backwards. But his grip was firm, thus causing him to topple forward as well, only decreasing the space between you.

And if his cheeks were pink before, they were flaming now.

“Oh-uh, I er, thank you.” he swiftly takes the basket from you and speed walks to the cashier, giving you no choice -even if you scream- but to follow the heavenly bunny like stranger.

Along the way, you couldn’t help but notice you’re a bit livelier now. A smile decorating your lips as you stand behind him, watching as he paid for your things, including his as well; which seemed to be a bunch of photo papers and a scrapbook.

“You really shouldn’t have bought me these.” you mention as he held the door open for you as the two of you made your exit from the shop.

A boyish chuckle erupts from beside you.

“Nah, it’s the least I could do. I’m Jungkook by the way,” he introduces himself.

You find yourself smiling, looking at him, only to find him already doing the same to you.

“I’m [Y/n].”

Seeing as it was quite the evening, Jungkook walked you back home. And you found out he’s actually quite near to your house, his being only like, a block away from yours.

You were smiling the entire time you entered your abode, laying down the bag of stuff he had bought for you due to that accident. You began to put them out of the bag one by one, checking if you got all necessities when your fingers grasped a torn piece of paper.

Puckering your lower lip out in thought, you pull it out, only causing your cheeks to redden in the subtlest way possible.

09 - XXX - XXXX

Jungkook

You went to bed that night peacefully, you enjoyed that day. Meeting Jungkook was a great way to actually get rid of Jimin in your head for a while, you had nothing more to worry about. At least, not when your best friend’s about to be married to the love of his life.

The next day, as promised in the tiny scrap of paper in your bag told, you received a call with the exact numbers written on it.

“Helloooo~” you giggle as soon as you heard him drawling out the last syllable of that simple word, you can basically see his contagious smile over the phone.

Setting down your cup of coffee, you leaaned against the counter, smiling.

“Good morning, Jungkook.”

A muffled laugh was heard from the other line, a masculine voice, actually, so you figured he wasn’t alone. Still smiling, you let them bicker, until--

“Hi! I’m Hoseok--”

“Hyung, gimme back my phone!!”

“--Guk really finds you easy to talk to and says you’re pretty, so can I ask you out on a date?”

“H-Hyung!? You traitor!”

Another laugh and some occasional tumbles and thuds erupted from the other end, and you remained silent until you could process the words the man named Hoseok had told you.

You have never been called pretty, not even by your exes--which is a stupid thing for them not to say, actually. Jimin’s definition of calling you ‘pretty’ is similar to how he says ‘you look cool’ and that’s it. So you could explain why your heart is beating so unnaturally fast right now.

Unaware of the escalating screams on the call, you were only taken back into place when you heard the familiar sound of a door slamming shut, and the sound of a body hitting a mattress.

“Sorry, my friend is a bit of a blabbermouth.”

You bit your lower lip, anticipating the events that will probably come after.

“Oh, that’s fine. Reminds me of Jimin, really.”

You weren’t even able to process what you said until you said it out loud.

For fuck’s sake, why did you have to mention his name right now?

The other end was silent for a tiny bit, and you nearly sighed in disappointment to yourself, thinking he had already hung up.

But then.

“Oh, you have a boyfriend?” he sounded a little down.

You jumped at your place, “Best friend! He’s my best friend, actually..” you drawl out a nervous laugh afterward because you sounded quite desperate to your liking.

As if your lucky day -which it is- , Jungkook laughs.

“Great~ So does this mean I can take you out later?”

No words escaped your mouth, you stood there dumbfounded in your dining area, a stupid grin decorating your red face.

“R-really?”

He snorts, “Yeah, really. Why not? I really want to get to know you--a-and maybe even more, if you don’t mind..” he grows embarrassed at the later parts of his sentence, his voice growing meeker with each passing second.

This was just a man who you had bumped into at an art store, and yet your heart seemed to agree with the chances of meeting up with him again.

So with a doubled grin, you chuckled.

“I don’t mind.”

True to his word, as soon as it struck ten, he was already at your door. You had dressed up well but not too much. Casual yet fancy along with your favorite pair of Timbs to go.

You knew you made the right choice when he flashed a certain glimmer in his eyes when he took notice of your boots.

“I noticed you wearing a different pair last night but I didn’t expect you to like them as much as I do.” your smile widens when you realized he was wearing the exact pair. No words were exchanged when he raised his arm for you to take, you only held it with a sweet lopsided grin, and stepped off your door.

You had lunch at a place in between fancy and normal, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You thought he’d actually be the guy who usually takes out their dates to movies and such and spoils them of stuff, but Jungkook actually took you to the amusement park. Where he, by the way, murdered your soul after three continuous roller coaster rides.

He didn’t stop there. He made you go on all dangerous rides and even went laser tagging, which you beat him at, much to his surprise.

Your day was filled with laughter and bliss as the day eased slowly into night, you were more than two hours in the amusement park that you actually lost track of the time.

You were only reminded by it when you were eating your cotton candy and laughing at a humiliating story of Jungkook, when your phone vibrated in the pockets of your jeans--indicating a message.

Excusing yourself, you took it out only to view the all too familiar name of your best friend.

‘Where are you? You’re not home, it’s our movie night! :(’

It read. And for a moment, you felt a tad bit guilty for forgetting that it was indeed your movie night. It was a Friday! But how could you remember it when he skipped the last three in a row?

Sighing in exasperation, you tucked the device back in your pocket and faced Jungkook -who looked concern- with a strained smile.

“Sorry, it was Jimin.”

He bobs his head, fringe bouncing as he took half of the cotton candy in his mouth. Working wonders as he downed it as if it was a tiny candy.

“Best friend problems?” he casts you a glance, enough for him to see your twitching eye. Your knuckles were white and your cheeks were flushed red in what seems to be annoyance as you nodded in reply.

“Care to tell me?” he tips it off with a little grin, his pearly bunny white like teeth showing--you couldn’t resist smiling back. “He has a.. what you can call a serious relationship right now, he seems to really like her--a-and we’re friends, too. Me and the girl. But as of now, she’s ticked off with the fact that Jimin and I are still close when he already has her. Now he’s not hanging out that much anymore with me, and I didn’t know he’d be dropping by to watch movies tonight because he skipped the last three Fridays!” you ended with a large intake of air, unable to believe that you were able to finish that in a single breath.

Jungkook looks pretty baffled, obviously not expecting the entire story.

You take a glance, expecting a face of discomfort, or anything that will give way of his sudden dislike, but there was none. If anything, there’s only understanding and a soft smile.

“Hey, don’t worry ‘bout him. If he already has someone, then it shouldn’t bother you at all. Everyone’s bound to fall in love, right?” there’s a peculiar shimmer in his eyes when he said that that made your heart skip a beat.

Although you knew him just a day ago, you couldn’t help but feel like you knew him forever. It’s probably just you liking him a teeny, wee bit, though.

So you ignored the constant vibrating of your phone and locked eyes with the handsome man in front of you.

It was ten in the evening when the two of you stumbled back to the front of your door, still laughing at each other’s corny jokes and humiliating stories.

He bids you a good night, even going far like kissing the back of your hand in either pure sincerity or mockery. Either way, it made your cheeks pink.

Jungkook waves goodbye to you before hopping on his motorbike and riding off.

With a stupid grin on your lips, you entered the confines of your abode, only to freeze when you spotted Jimin standing just at the entrance way to the living room. A remote in his hand and his phone in the other. By the silence, you can hear the familiar dialogue of “The Fault in Our Stars” playing, a tear-jerking movie you watched with him and laugh about stupid stuff in the end.

“.. Hi.” you greeted him after taking off your boots.

Jimin looked ready to explode, his face already similar to a ripened tomato.

“Hi?! Are you insane!? It’s this late and you arrived just now—and who was that guy I heard from outside?!” he bellowed, throwing his hands up in the air in distaste.

You made sure that he can see the roll of your eyes, wanting to present that he wasn’t only the one at fault here.

You walked past him, bumping his shoulder with your own.

“Yeah, say that to the guy who ignored me for weeks on end, skipped promised movie nights, and has the ego to come here and be angry at me.” you spat, plopping back on the couch as you switched to a different movie. You don’t feel like watching the usual.

Judging by the silence, you knew Jimin’s face had softened and his anger died down.

Good.

He should at least know he’s partially at fault, as well.

You said nothing when he sits on the other end of the couch, but you can feel his stare digging at the side of your face, eager to look for attention or any sort of reaction he’d get from his silence.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

You snorted loudly in mockery.

“I meant that!” he shouts, and you find yourself shrinking and being annoyed all over again. You didn’t know why you were acting like this. It’s not like you’re his lover or anything, you were just a best friend.

Jimin crosses his arms, facing the other way with a glare.

“Why the heck are you being like this anyway?” he mumbles discreetly.

You didn’t know yourself, but you had a hunch as to why.

You were so attached to Jimin that you were scared of letting go of him, your best friend, whisked away by his lover and you’d be left alone. You had no right to keep him to yourself, not when you know you aren’t the one making him happy. You were just a best friend, that title meant the world, but you still couldn’t help but want him around.

“I’m sorry, too. I know you were just worried.”

But that doesn’t change the fact that he ignored you as if you were nothing.

The voice plagued your mind, and you know that much that it’s true.

It doesn’t change the truth that he can neglect you because he has Seolhyun, now.

At your eigth date with Jungkook, he had taken you to watch movies. The cinema was quite packed, in fact, and the two of you had just bought your tickets and popcorn and are preparing to go inside the theater while sharing another one of your jokes.

You were too busy laughing at him demonstrating an embarrassing move he once did at high school to bother apologizing properly to someone you had bumped into.

But before you could take a step further, his voice spoke amidst the crowd.

Evidently freezing you in place.

“[Y/n]? Is that you?”

You could feel your heart thundering as you were turned to face him, eyes going wide at the sight of his hand holding another. Seolhyun, who was glaring at you for some reason.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Jungkook.

You figured the aforementioned man in your thoughts took his place beside you, with Jimin’s face contorting into that of confusion. His free hand on your shoulder withdrawing itself rapidly.

“Who’s this?” he emphasizes his tone, eyes narrowing and hand tightening around Seolhyun’s, the latter squealing in pain.

You gulp.

But why should you be nervous?

“Jungkook, this is Jimin, my best friend. Jimin, this is Jungkook, my..” you drifted off almost immediately upon realizing the fact that you and him aren’t under any labels of sorts. Your silence was slowly irking your best friend, his foot tapping in impatience.

Say he’s a colleague or something--

“Boyfriend.” Jungkook spoke up after assuming that your voice had gone.

You went frigid, colors draining from your face.

Did he just!?

There was a look of disappointment.. or hurt, that flashed over Jimin’s face. You didn’t know why, and why he had the audacity to feel so, but he seemed enraged all of a sudden.

“We’ll talk, later.” he hisses at you, whisking Seolhyun away to the busy crowd in lieu of properly saying farewell.

Jungkook turns you back to the place towards the cinema, huffing out his irritation, not realizing his draped arm on your shoulders.

“That guy’s your best friend? Pfft. Seems like he has issues.” you couldn’t resist the smile covering your lips at his words, foolishly chuckling along with him.

Until.

“Wait, what’s the deal with you saying you’re my boyfriend, huh?!” you slammed a fist on his chest, Jungkook, laughing at your attempted attack. He didn’t even budge. Rolling his shoulder, he winks your way.

“What. I was going to ask you if you’d be my girlfriend, either way.”

“W-what!?” Redness overcame the entirety of your face, your fingers twitching as the man before you placed a surprising kiss at your left cheek. Chuckling at the warmness of your face.

Lacing his hand in yours, he pulls you to the cinema. And for that moment, your worries were briefly removed.

When Jungkook dropped you off your house as his ‘official girlfriend’ and had parted ways for the night, you wore a smile on your face.

You have completely forgotten what you were supposed to expect the second you came to the living room. There, Jimin was waiting, like he did when you ignored him. But he didn’t look too happy. No, he was mad.

“Care to spill why you never told me of this?” he demands, stopping in front of you with a glare that sent shivers up and down your spine.

You licked your lips in thought, crossing your arms.

“It didn’t matter to you, you have Seolhyun now, remember?” you reminded him, reminded him of the same words he used on you.

Steam blew from his ears as his cheeks reddened in what seems to be annoyance.

“I thought we’re through with this? Are you jealous right now? This argument ended months ago. I have Seolhyun for more than two years!”

You faced him back, a glare in your face as you snorted.

"That doesn't change the fact that you pushed me away every single time, your best friend you were supposed to hang out with, as well!"

Jimin's anger reduces lightly, but it wasn't removed completely.

"That—"

"I waited for you, Jimin. I waited but no! What would make you drop your girlfriend so easily for your best friend, anyway?" you looked away, feeling the tears brim your eyes.

Silence took over the room, but you were a hundred percent sure the tension is lingering somewhere.

You wanted to take back what you said, knowing it will make the situation worse, but you couldn't. It felt right stating what you were feeling, how unfair it was of him to just think of.. of her.

".. Nothing,"

Your ears perked up, and you glimpsed back.

"What?"

Jimin looked appalled, his eyes searching everywhere but yours. As if dancing from one place to another.

Finally, after what seems to be an eternity, he looks at you. Certainty playing right through his shining eyes of ebony. There's this unsettling sentiment creeping into you—almost as if warning you that something bad's about to happen.

"You're right. Nothing would make me drop her for you."

Your fingers twitched in response, eyes growing astonishingly wide at his wordings. Did he just flat out degraded you? Worse, think that you're not even needed in his life, anymore?

"Yeah, why should I care about that boyfriend of yours, huh? You live your own life, and I live mine. It's not either of our obligations to know what happens to who." Jimin was ranting right now, eyes rolling in infuriation as he turned his back on you and without hesitance, started walking away with a huff.

Not wanting to feel inferior to him, you cursed aloud.

"Fuck you, Park Jimin—I hate you for doing this to me!"

That made him stop in his movements. Taking in a minute to process the words you blurted behind him. And when he did, he was certain that the clenching of his heart was evident that very instant.

With tight fists at his side, he strolled away, mumbling a sentence you managed to hear.

"I hate you all the more."

A gasp leaves your lips the very minute he walked out of your door, and possibly even your life. You never took Jimin to torment you with a deadly choice of terms in his vocabulary as a rebuttal, but he did, and it hurt.

It hurt badly.

You didn't know what went wrong, nor when the tears started slipping away from within the confines of your eyes, all there was is pain, agony, and regret. You could've handled the situation better than bursting out like that. If you did.. would the situation have changed?

Either way, you were on the floor, a blank look casting over your face as his words went on loop in your mind. Repeating itself to abuse your faulty entity all over again.

"[Y/nnnnn]~!"

You slammed the locker door shut, not fazed at all even when Jimin was already present from behind the once opened locker door.

Facing him with a childish grin, you seemed to have an inkling feeling as to why he's looking so giddy at 8 am on the first day of high school.

"Good morning, Chim. How's summer?" you grinned in a toothy fashion.

The playful nudging of his sent you laughing, thus causing him to roll his eyes with a reverberating chuckle.

"Shut up, we spent summer together. Enough of that, though! We have all our classes together!! Ain't that great!?" he squealed, jumping in his place with two sheets of paper -which were already crumbling by the way- in his hands. His actions, of course, drew attention. To which you slammed a hand on his mouth to prevent him from squealing all the more.

You give him an eye smile, taking his hand in yours as you tugged him along the crowding hallway.

"Yeah, yeah, that's great if we don't wanna be late for uh.. Pre-Calculus."

That seemed to bring forth his focus.

"Oh! Shit, [Y/n]—we're gonna be late!"

The remains of the laughter that bubbled from your throat went free, unable to actually say that it's what you had just mentioned a while ago and just let him drag you along.

"[Y/nnnn].. [Y/nnnnnnnnn]."

You heard the distinct sound of your best friend calling your name softly from the other side of the room. There were a few, choked sobs according to your hearing, and maybe even hiccups. But you didn't know why.

"Jimin?" you mumbled silently, still drowsy at the fact that you were awakened at whatever time it was in the early morning, but still, Jimin's a priority right now. He rarely cries.

So with the continuous soft whimpers you're still hearing, you slipped off the soft mattress and wore your bunny slippers. Rubbing your eye with a fist, you yawned, walking out in the hallway and not wasting a precious second to go inside Jimin's.

He was sleeping over since his parents are out on a business trip, and since he was practically like a second child to your own family, he was given a place to stay as long as he likes.

Back on the matter at hand, you closed the door behind you as you stared at the figure beneath the bundle of thrown covers with pillows surrounding it as if it's his territory.

You walked closer.

"Jiminie,"

The figure stopped shaking.

A mop of black hair peeped out from within the cover, then came the doe eyes that you've come to see every day. They were red and sore, however.

He sniffled.

"What's wrong? Nightmares gotcha?" you asked, sitting beside him on the bed with open eyes. Wanting to help him even at the deadly hour of the morning.

Jimin sits upright, the duvet falling onto his shoulders as he sniffs.

"You died."

You blinked in surprise.

His lower lip trembled.

"W-we were already in our twenties and we got into a fight, t-t-then all of a sudden you just.. I couldn't get to you because I d-didn't know and—"

He cut himself right off, professedly unable to continue that nightmare as he shook in his place.

".. And I was all alone."

His tears were once again falling like a waterfall as he sobbed into a pillow.

You were a loss for words. How did Jimin, a fourteen-year-old, cry over a nightmare like this?

Simple, it only meant he valued you so much that he'd cry about you.

Giggling, you began rubbing his back in order to calm him down. Under your touch, you could feel him easing up, his shaky sobs lessening until it turned into tiny sniffles.

"That's funny. You know I'm with you through all of this, right? I wouldn't be leaving you anytime soon! I won't be the best man if I died young~" you teased, pushing him playfully to get a reaction.

And you did.

A small laugh that became chortles, before he was full on smiling at you as if he hasn't had that nightmare from only mere minutes ago.

He appreciated you so much for being there for him.

"Thank you, [Y/nie]."

For being his best friend.

"Anytime."

To say that you were devastated by your best friend's departure from your home - and most likely your life - would be a total understatement. He meant so much to the point that you worried and fussed over him when he's not even your lover.

You didn't even care if he doesn't think of how you're doing like you do to him. All that matters is knowing if he is alright.

It had actually been another good four months without his contact, and you didn't think you could go on for such a long time. But that's all thanks to Jungkook, your own lover who held you upright the entire time.

He's been acting kinda off for a while now, though.

Ever since your latest argument with him concerning about Jimin—then again, all of your arguments are about the latter, he started being weird.

A morning after a week of not speaking with Jungkook, you felt odd.

You had awoken on the same side of the bed as usual and did your morning routine, but decided to skip a day of work with the permission of your boss because you felt peculiar that day.

So, you busied yourself around the house. Dusting off the countertops, doing the laundry, jamming to music, baking random goods, and reading a bunch of books that came from the shelves.

It was ten in the morning when it happened.

At first, you didn't mind it. It was just a headache, it can be done by anything, right? Maybe you really tired yourself out, or maybe it's the migraines kicking in. You have been staying up late for weeks on end.

But when it started to worsen; your vision blurring, your chest aching, and nose trickled down your nose, was when you started to be concerned.

All of a sudden, the world was spinning around and there was this sound of a flatline ringing in your ears sharply as if it was meant to slice your eardrums. Your head was being hammered and then your body was hot all over like you were sunk into a pool of lava and is entirely coated by an array of blue and red flames. Each step you took felt as if you are stepping on burning embers and sharp knives.

Everything stung.

As you swayed for your phone in order to call for help, your body gave in to the unexpected pain you were going through. Your knees collided with the ground, and your upper body followed right after. You landed on the carpeted floorings of your house, wheezing for air as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Shakily muttering his name, but getting no obvious help, you were caved in by the darkness.

"I can't wait,"

Seolhyun smiles sweetly as she coils her arms around her husband to be's shoulders. Looking at what he was doing as she stood behind him.

Atop the table laid out envelopes in peach coloring. Tiny roses designed around the corners of the cover with the initials of his name and his bride calligraphed beautifully on the front with gold ink.

Seolhyun kisses the crown of his head, "Thank you for making my dream a reality." with that said, she untangles her arms and walks off to do other necessities for their upcoming grand memory.

Jimin is silent as he brought one envelope to the air, a longing sigh leaving his lips as he turned it over and read the name to whom it's intended for.

[Y/n] [L/n] ,

~ You are hereby invited to the wedding of Song Seolhyun & Park Jimin ~

He had done the invitations himself, wanting to convey his feelings for everyone they plan to invite. Every heartfelt letter was done by him, so he hopes that those who received the invitation would be grateful.

Jimin glances to the parchment on the table at the side, it contained nothing but his handwritten note towards his best friend. The girl he had a fight with over a month ago and had just honestly remembered her when Seolhyun asked if they'll invite her as well.

He felt like crap when he did remember.

He knew that they fought badly and had left her house in grave terms, but it was not an excuse to forget her that easily just because of his upcoming wedding. No matter how busy he was.

Sighing, Jimin tucks in the parchment in the designated envelope before sealing it shut. He held it in his hands for a good minute, heart clenching.

She'll forgive him, right?

He tightens his hold on it.

She'll come by to his wedding.

He sets it down and stands up with a hopeful smile.

He's sure of it.

The soft sound of a beeping monitor overlapped your sense of hearing. Gently as it began, the black void suffocating you blended in with pretty colours. Slowly morphing into white nothingness.

Or so you thought.

The first thing you saw the second your eyes adapted to your environment are the white walls and [c] curtains at the side. It was fairly cold in the room, and the beeping sound of the monitor seemed close than what you actually thought.

It came to you that you are in a hospital bed, wires attached mostly to your arm. No doubt analyzing your pulse and your heart rate.

You breathed in, then out.

Who brought you here?

As if your questions were answered, the door to your room opens up, only for a doctor to come inside with a clipboard in his hands. When he spots you awake and sitting, a solemn look comes across his face.

"How are you feeling, [Y/n]? I'm Namjoon, your assigned doctor."

You nod your head to his statement, serving as a greeting. You cleared your throat and replied that you're fine now than before, soon asking about how you got to the hospital in the first place.

Namjoon blinks, saying that a neighbor had come to your house because you were not answering the phone when you were called. And had come across to your unconscious form on the ground.

You sighed in relief, unaware of the heartbreaking news that will come upon you a minute away.

The doctor sits beside you, handing you his clipboard in silence. Not completely trusting his voice, fearing it may crack at the depressing discovery in store for you.

Unsure why he had gone soundless, you lowered your gaze to the bold words written in the paper.

You look back up, only for him to frown at you.

"I'm sorry."

You walked down the sidewalk with a blank expression on your face, a bunch of papers clutched in your hand as you trudged your way to the front porch of your house. Stopping by the mailbox when you saw a part of a letter sticking out.

Humming absentmindedly and without a care in the situation, you slipped it off the mailbox. Your eyes immediately brimmed with tears the second you realized what kind of letter it was.

You bit your lip as you raced for the door, barging inside and shutting it close with the softest force. You raked a hand through your hair in hopelessness, wondering what you did to have such a consequence.

Taking off your shoes, you proceeded to the living room, planning on just shutting the blinds and bask in the darkness whilst rethinking your entire life. But you were halted in place when you spotted a hunched figure sitting on the couch.

He looks up.

Your lower lip trembled.

"Jungkook.."

There was a look of forlorn dancing within his eyes as he stands up, whispering your name and towering over your slightly shaking stature.

You didn't speak, you waited for him to utter something—anything—but maybe that's where you've gone wrong.

Maybe you should've said something first.

He sighs, worriedly looking at the floor as if it suddenly enraptured his senses.

"Listen, I don't think this," he points at you and him, "Is working out." he finishes with an exhale.

From that moment on, you felt your life draining out.

Were your ears deceiving you?

But you know they're not. Jungkook himself said so. You were not dreaming, you were living reality. And he had just broken up with you.

"What? But we're doing fine!" you argued, suddenly clutching the papers close to you. Feeling inferior at the fact that Jungkook doesn't seem disturbed at all by what you said.

He shrugs simply.

"I don't think so, [Y/n]," there was disdain all over his voice. "Every time we talk, it's about us—then it drifts over to Jimin."

The gears in your head began turning.

"It's always Jimin. I get that he's your best friend and you fought with him, but for fuck's sake, [Y/n]."

You began to understand what drove him to his breaking point.

But the second you looked up at him in fear, in hope of correcting what you've done wrong. One look at his determined face, you knew you were too late.

It was obvious that he was trying his best not to let the anger get the best of him, but it was showing off in his diction and the tone of his words. His balled up fists at his side showed up as a shred of evidence, too. He was just attempting to be calm so he wouldn't blow up.

Probably as his last act of tolerating your behavior.

"Was I not enough for you? I thought I helped you overcome the fact that Jimin is no longer your best friend?" he presses on, taking a step closer to you. "Are you still living a lie? Or maybe it's him that you love, after all."

Your eyes widened, and immediately butted back.

"That's not true. I love you, Jungkook!"

But that's all you could say.

He narrows his eyes, not once interested in what you had to add.

"Doesn't seem like it. Goodbye, [Y/n]." he walked away, brushing your shoulder over as he made his way to the front door.

Your heartbeat was pounding so loudly in your ears as you spun around, a desperate look in your face as your knees buckled.

This can't be happening!

The tears that once lined your eyes came back up along with the heavyweight against your chest, suffocating you and dragging you down to that inescapable abyss of guilt.

"Wait!"

Jungkook stops.

For that moment, there's this single thought running in his mind. Something that made him halt and wait. There was just.. something that glued him to his place, as if warning him that if he walked out, he would be regretting that decision.

He waits.

And thinks, that if you said anything, if you could just.. say something for him to stay. He will. He wanted to hear you say that you need him with you, just something along those lines and he'll stay.

But your voice was gone.

You stood there, grasping a bunch of papers that told your remaining chapters. Your life was on those papers, your heart was in the brink of shattering—but you couldn't say anything.

You didn't know how.

"I.."

You couldn't tell him.

And that made him walk away.

Just like Jimin did.

"When my wedding day comes, I want you to be my best woman."

You choked on your milkshake, eyeing your insane friend who sat smiling as if it's normal. He actually appears serious.

"I'm not a man, pabo. Can't do that I guess." you laughed in between slurps as you swung your legs back and forth from your seat on the swing.

Jimin was already whining by the time you finished your sentence, already knowing beforehand that you'll counter whatever he plans on saying.

"Then you'd be the first one to ever do it—I need my best bud giving me the rings. I'll lose them myself because I'm an idiot and I don't want my future wife to think that I—"

"You're blabbering.."

"Right! Sorry." Jimin miraculously stays silent, deciding on entertaining himself by playing with the bendy straw that poked out of the cup of his frappe.

The two of you swung with little to no sound, only kicking each other's legs in a playful manner in lieu of words.

".. I'm serious about it, though."

You hummed at his murmurs, glancing at how he looks quite determined and demanding.

"About what.. ?" you mumbled.

His radiant smile reaches his ears.

"We'll attend each other's wedding!"

For Jimin. For him, you thought to yourself.

You held the pretty little invitation in between your fingers, showcasing it to a perplexed looking Jimin who sat.

You texted him to meet you at the local café because you have to tell him something. He probably thought that you'd make up for the better, but who said you were doing that?

It hurt you to see that the smile on his face vanished as soon as he saw you throw the invitation in front of him.

"I won't attend your wedding."

You managed to say, not believing that you said that without an ounce of wobble in your voice. But still, inwardly, you were tearing yourself apart.

Jimin gulps, a silent look of rage playing before his face before softening.

He stands up and clutches the envelope in his grip. He didn't question why you wouldn't attend, and you were thankful for that—but he pushed the card into your hand, either way. And that was what hurt the most.

You could see the hope flickering in his raging eyes but soft visage.

You were a loss for words as he held your hands in his, your heart was already trying to jump out of your chest at what he was doing. You could practically see him clinging onto you, pleading.

"Take it, and if you decided.. to change your mind." he drifts off, and you snarl, whisking your hand away rather harshly.

It triggered a reaction, a pained gasp leaving him as he watched you glare at him with intensifying venom before you spun around and left him there.

The last sight you've had of him before you broke down yourself with the invitation crumpled in your hand, was a devastated Jimin.

The piano medley is already playing in the church, a few ways besides the altar, where he can truly hear the same tune softly bounding in his ears.

The bride—his wife-to-be, is still hiding behind those two doors.

So as the flower girls came walking down the aisle, he took his chance to scout the room with his sharp eyes. There are his friends standing at the sidelines, all wearing tuxedos and bright grins that showed up when his eyes flashed by them.

His family was there, Seolhyun's family was there, but—

Jimin's breath got hitched in the middle of his throat, and he clasped his hands together as his tongue darted outward to lick his lip in anxiousness, beginning to shift from foot to foot.

—There's no sign of her, [Y/n].

The girl he wanted to see at this special day, the girl he deemed his ultimate best friend, and the girl he wanted to apologize so badly to.

Even when she said she wouldn't attend, he still hoped.

The strings of the violin came into the melody, indicating the arrival of the bride. And she did. The enormous double doors opened to give way for the beautiful bride in white to walk in, stunning everyone who stood in the process.

She's beautiful, indeed, with grace as she walked forward.

He felt tears collecting in his eyes, but for not the latter reason.

No.

It was because he had his hopes up.

She promised she would attend his wedding, she promised she would stick by his side no matter what! Even when they had a huge fight that would undoubtedly crack their friendship, she said she's always come back.

Jimin smiles bitterly as Seolhyun approaches the altar, taking her hand in his as they faced the altar.

His last act of reconciling with you, down the drain.

—Why would you do this?

He breathes in and out as the priest began.

—I really.. really hate you, [Y/n]

If you could curse fate for doing this to you—or anything that controls humans' life, you will.

What did you do to gain this consequence? Where have you gone wrong to be able to acquire such punishment?

Maybe because you were too bitter?

Was it because you failed to 'spread your wings' like your mother and father taught you? To enjoy the beauty of life as you grow old, and not for it to revolve around your best friend you believed would stick by your side 'till the end?

Or was it because you did pay too much attention on him, that you didn't succeed on holding on to the new, sweet addition to your life—a lover?

Maybe because you were too selfish?

Ah, you didn't know.

You really didn't know.

You wish you could've at least corrected those, at least. To remove the bad blood you've most likely caused to interfere between your friendship with Jimin, and your love with Jungkook. They were understanding, but then you were probably too self-centered to bother realizing the upcoming, inevitable end held for you.

You could almost hear the inviting echo of the church bells, resounding together with a symphony of euphoria and bliss that awaited the newly weds; your best friend.

As you laid on the white hospital bed awaiting for the end, you could only cast a sorrowful glance on your bedside table. Which has the wedding invitation that was torn in half and a dusty bunny plush toy. Each depicting two major chapters of your life; Jimin and Jungkook. Who both, in the end, left your life -to your will- without knowing the truth to your lifestyle.

You could see the disappointed, possibly angered look on your best friend's face when he noticed that you didn't attend. Wouldn't attend. Couldn't attend.

I'm sorry, Jiminie

You could perfectly imagine the look of heartbreak against your ex-lover's face when he left, you knew he loved you, but he couldn't stay. Because he thought that you were too clingy with your best friend's life, that you had fallen for him. Which is not true.

You simply couldn't balance everything in your plate.

And by the time you were realizing all of it, your life—and everything in it, was already crumbling down.

I'm sorry, Jungkookie

You could only wish that the happiness that they’re pursuing for is granted in the end. It was better that way, your death remaining to yourself without anyone knowing. Your family had gone ahead, Jungkook had left, and Jimin..

Isn’t your best friend anymore.

The mere thought of it was more than enough for your well-hidden tears to resurface, causing you the difficulty to regain an even breathing.

You could remember how Jimin first stared at you with a look of utter disappointment and silent rage as he processed how you said you wouldn’t attend his wedding.

You wouldn’t. Not couldn’t.

And the fact that you would not dare step into a beautiful memory in his life, as he deemed, is unforgivable. He took the invitation from you and clenched it in his fists, muttering how he even tried. He tore it in half, with his eyes teary and knuckles white. He declared, before he went away, that you were no longer his best friend. Or if you ever were one in the beginning. It was his breaking point, and somewhat your achievement. Having him turn his back on you would be easier than letting him see your current state, just like you want Jungkook to do.

.. Ah, Jungkook. Your first, true love that you took seriously, but didn’t expect to end it in such a bad note.

You’ve had it planned, how you’d break up with him, but he had gone first before you can do anything.

You were too engrossed at the fact that Jimin is getting married, and he’s upset with you, to the point wherein you nearly forgot you had Jungkook, a partner you could entrust anything to. But you were too secretive, too mysterious, that even with his burning love for you and you the same, he had to let go.

At the same place, although raining, Jungkook uttered those words you couldn’t forget. You remember how even under the umbrella, the rainfall of tears that left his eyes that meant that it was difficult for him to be with you, broke your heart.

Because you did love him, but that love wasn’t enough.

You couldn’t open up, you were too afraid.

He gave you another chance that rainy evening, asked you what’s wrong, and why you won’t say anything. But you didn’t reply.

And that led to him turning away from you for the final time.

You never saw him again.

Those two boys who played a great role in your story would forever remain in your slumber, as two figments in your memory in the blackness.

As the world around you flashed in and out of your eyes and of your grasp, you knew the sand was falling fast. You had no time left, no time to apologize even if you wanted to. No ‘I’m sorry’ for Jungkook, and no ’Congratulations’ to Jimin.

You were dying, and that was your final call.

But perhaps, in someway or another, you would be able to re-approach them again. May it be a dream, or a hallucination. You’d find your way to them as your last and final thank you, for bearing with you until the end.

That was the dying wish you embraced to your heart to the very finale, as your eyes finally closed, and the sounds of the requiem died down with you.

It had been a tiring day—his wedding day.

Even with all the mishaps and the false hope he was given, it was still a happy event to remember. His dream of being married has been accomplished, and now he's bound to set off into a new chapter of his life.

Then his thoughts lingered to someone.

Someone that brought a frown to his face even when he has his wife curling beside his arm.

He hasn't made up with you, yet.

He thinks why, thinks of all the reason why, but he couldn't.

You didn't show up, and that's it.

There's this bitterness residing in the pits of his chest, unable to accept that you were just able to drop down more than a decade long of friendship, for a silly argument like that.

With a scowl, Jimin shuts his eyes, the exhaustion tolling all over and almost immediately bringing him sleep.

The blackness morphed into something else. In fact, it was a familiar place--it was the venue for his wedding reception. His grand wedding that didn’t seem so grand and regal anymore because there’s a presence lacking.

“Jimin.”

He turns around, and his lips part gently as his eyes settled upon a woman he ended bonds with. Her pretty [c] hair fell and cascaded down her shoulders, her body covered in a pretty, gentle white dress that flew to the back of her knees.

“[Y/n]?” he whispers in bewilderment.

The girl only smiles at him.

Jimin couldn’t believe it, he’s dreaming for sure, his desperate wishes of seeing his (ex) best friend attending his wedding finally giving in to his subconscious and perfectly molding it into a dream.

When he doesn’t reply, still bitter about her not wanting to attend, the [c] haired female steps closer to him.

“I’m really sorry, you know that.”

He looks at her, conflict and confusion swimming in his orbs of charcoal. His arms were crossed as he faced her, his eyebrows furrowing in suspicion.

“Are you? I don’t think so. What kind of friend wouldn’t want to attend their best friend’s wedding?” he scoffs as he asks this, his eyes rolling back and forth.

“A scumbag,” she replies.

He tried to contain the urge to lift his lips upward. Their constant perky conversation already brewing in like it used to before.

Finally, he places his whole attention on her.

“Why didn’t you attend my wedding, [Y/n]? Where did it go wrong? When did we grew so far apart?” Jimin asks, his voice breaking as he once more, attempted to conceal the water behind his eyes. The girl before him is a sore topic, for she already had a place in his heart as a friend he could count anytime, and they just.. parted off like what they blossomed together; their friendship, was nothing.

The girl in front of him stayed silent, her eyes showcasing sadness, yet her lips remained sealed.

Jimin waits for a few more seconds as he searched her features for any signs of an answer, but there was none.

He sighs.

“You’re never going to tell me, are you?”

She shakes her head with a frown.

“I’m sorry, you know I am,” she leans forward and clutches both of his hands in her own. They fit together like a glove, like they were meant to be true best friends who will held joined hands together until the end.

Their bond was still not broken.

Suddenly, a soft ballad played over, surrounding them like water. It was gentle to the ears, and has a timid beat that’s enough for them to pick up on and start swaying.

“I couldn’t dance with you at your wedding, and even if I did, I’m sure as hell others would be questioning why you’re not dancing with the bride.”

To this, Jimin finally laughs, his eye smile not leaving as the two of you danced and swayed to the music. It brought so much nostalgia. Ever since childhood, she was by his side and vice versa, he even attended prom with the girl as his partner. Together they turned down anyone who practically screamed that they should be a couple, no.

They were truly best friends.

He realized that the moment the soft ballad playing was slowly fading out, and the chandelier seemed to grow dimmer, but you appear to glow.

As he stopped dancing, he looked you in the eye, his hands descending to your waist as yours moved to his shoulders. There was so much you knew he wanted to say, wanted to ask, but he silenced that with a hug.

His body was warm as he hugged you tighter.

“I miss you.” he utters.

You could only rest your head upon his chest, mumbling how much you missed him too. But this dream is only temporary, and most likely will never happen again. You know this was the last time you would ever see him.

Still encased in his hug that you would forever miss, he asks.

“Could you be my best friend, again?”

Jimin pulls away as you laugh at him, and he couldn’t stop the smile that reached his ears as your eyes twinkled.

“Of course, I’d always be your best bud.”

He couldn’t explain why your answer seemed heavy in his chest, or how there are tears that seemed to gather in his eyes with your reply. All he knew is that he’s happy, as he embraced you again with a tearful laugh.

Until the blackness comes again to take him back away.

“Forever, Jimin.”

It was early in the morning when the ringing of the phone overlapped his dreamscape. A minute later, Jimin was opening his eyes to the dim lighting of the room, and his phone that kept on vibrating and ringing on his bed side table.

Seolhyun was still sleeping soundly beside him, covers bundled over her bare shoulders.

Not wanting to wake her up, he begrudgingly takes his phone and squints his eyes at the brightness of it.

The caller ID read..

"Jungkook?" he mutters.

How did he even got his number?

Shrugging, he was about to dismiss the call when an urging feeling basically yelled at him to pick the phone.

He hesitates.

But then again, he's never the one to ignore, so he picks it up either way.

"This better be good." he immediately says as soon as he hears Jungkook's heavy breathing.

"You have to come see me right now."

That was it.

Jungkook ended the call before Jimin could even ask why, and when it ended, there was already a message that came from the younger man. An address that read his assumably current location.

Grumbling, Jimin rolls out of bed in order to dress properly. Even if it's just the casual sweatpants and a shirt under a jacket, it'd do good. He slips on his running shoes and exits the house, but not before kissing the cheek of his wife who smiled in her sleep.

With the phone in hand, he trudges the sidewalk, teeth chattering as he internally repeated curses in his head. He turns the corner, looking up at the street sign which is identical to the one in the text, and continues.

There, on a lone bench just in front of a 24 hour fast food chain, is Jungkook. His figure is lurching forward, the black hoodie pulled over to cover his face.

“What is it?” Jimin asks silently as he approached Jungkook, who was seated on a bench, his head down until his voice came cutting through the silence.

The newly wedded man looks flabbergasted upon the sight of Jungkook, whose eyes are red and swollen, looking as if he had cried terribly. Due to his fairly white complexion, he can see how there are dried stains on his cheeks.

“What happened to you?” Jimin asks breathlessly.

The younger man couldn’t decipher why the best friend appeared so casual and normal. Is he aware of what happened, even?

“You.. you didn’t know?” he questions, eyes widening slightly.

Jimin’s heart skips a beat, and almost immediately, his stomach churns.

He has a bad feeling.

When he didn’t reply, Jungkook drags a lazy hand through his black hair, trying his best not to break down yet again as he stated to the unsuspecting man.

“[Y/n].. [Y/n] has died.”

Jimin felt empty.

A blank look in his face, the gears in his mind turning and turning until it locked in place.

Died.

It couldn’t be.

He hears Jungkook shouting his name, and he only realizes by then that he had taken off running. His eyesight cloudy as he panted and ran towards the nearest cemetery he knows is in the neighborhood.

An image of his best friend, laughing with him on the swings took over his mind.

It couldn’t be.

A memory of his best friend patting his back to relieve him of his nightmares overtook his thoughts.

Not [Y/n].

Voices screaming at one another in his head, reminded him of the last and the most heated argument they’ve had.

Their last contact.

He turns left to a corner, and by just a glimpse, he saw Jungkook running after him. His pace was pretty quick.

Please..

He sees the entrance way, the arch that served as the gate of the cemetery, and his heart increased its rate. His running picked up in speed.

Tell me it’s a lie.

“That’s not true. That can’t be true.” Jimin repeats to himself as he turned corners and ran, his feet seeming to know where to lead him. Under a large tree with a clear view of the upcoming sunrise. The first rays of orange, red, and yellow, already slicing through the atmosphere.

And there, he stopped. Upon a tombstone, that had the name of his best friend carved onto the stone.

No.

His breathing became rash, his shoulders jumped, and the tears clouded his sight.

No, no, no.. !

“[Y-Y/n]..” a cry breaks out of his lips that he tried so badly to clamp shut.

His face morphs slowly into a look of denial, and his heart finally snaps apart and shattered asunder.

Jimin falls to his knees, eyes leaking with tears as he envisioned the tombstone as your usual smiling self, bidding him congratulations because his lifelong dream of being wed to the love of his life had finally come into light.

Sobbing, he shakes his head, arms reaching forward to hug the stone.

But it contained no warmth.

He only sobs even more when sudden memories came flooding his mind, no doubt causing more pain than he is in at the moment.

All those times.

All those times of you trying to talk to him, even for just a second of his time you wished to take, he would push you away. Too busy with life.

Too busy with Seolhyun.

“She died at your wedding day.”

Jungkook’s voice comes to life slowly, and that was the sole weapon that pierced his chest. Jimin detaches his arms from the stone and gives a look of vulnerability to him.

She died on his wedding day. The day she told him she 'wouldn’t’ attend.

And it only broke him even more.

Jimin whisks his head back to the tombstone, clutching the grass beneath him as he whimpers along to the sorrow in his chest.

“That’s why you didn’t want to tell m-me.. isn’t it?” he cries, “You didn’t want m-me to know. Because you’re sure I’ll call off the wedding, isn’t it?”

Jungkook looks away, his heart clenching all over again.

He promised not to cry anymore, he promised not to just a while ago.

“She told me once, that she’ll do anything to keep your happiness intact. I.. guess that covered why she didn’t want to tell you. She didn’t want to delay your wedding.”

Jimin couldn’t help but just cry, and cry, and cry. Even though he knew he should stop. Why does it hurt so much? So bad? He couldn’t feel like this, Jungkook is probably hurting even more--he was the lover.

Even so, he didn’t know that there was a possibility that he could feel something so deeper than the word ‘hurt’ can explain. He’s beyond it. Jimin couldn’t accept the fact that he had failed to notice that his best friend was hurting--that she was dying even. And he had the audacity to even push her away even farther.

It sickened him.

“I’m sorry..” Jimin covers his face with his hands, feeling shameful to even kneel before her grave with everything that he had done wrong.

[Y/n] had done everything for him, why couldn’t he have done the same?

He couldn’t even say sorry.

That was the word that circled his conflicted mind as he cried his anguish out to the person that will never return to his side, his sobs followed by another as he kept repeating that mere, one syllable word.

Why.

“I’m sorry, [Y/n], I’m sorry..”

Jungkook merely averts his gaze and tries his best to block his hearing, but it seems impossible. Not when his heart is just as broken--probably even more, than the man on his knees.

The dream that he had, specifically when he had slipped on the ring on your finger and kissed you, claiming that you are his alone, broke him completely.

Knowing that it couldn’t and would never happen because he left you, he was the one who broke up with you. The truth that he could never have you as his bride, shattered him.

And was the final strike for Jungkook, who, as same Jimin, could not grasp why he never noticed. Noticed your frown, your pleading eyes, and frail actions that ultimately gave away your suffering. Your condition. His reason of breaking up appeared solid and stable, you were too mysterious, but his reason isn’t good enough.

You were scared, you were terrified. The courage you had that made you seal your lips in order not to spill, in order for them not to worry about you, until you were alone on your death bed, was exceptional.

He wasn’t even there at your side when you left the world.

He couldn’t kiss you anymore, he wouldn’t be able to see you anymore, nor grasp your fingers and hands in his own.

You could never be his again.

The truth of it all made Jungkook weep silently, his tears betraying his promise as the image of you in a wedding dress burnt itself into ashes.

He was too late.

He couldn’t even tell you how much he loves you.

Jimin slams his fist on the wall, crying loudly as he pounds his back hardly against it, only to slide down to the floor in despair with a loud, desperate cry.

After his mutual exchange of tears with Jungkook at the cemetery, he had ran over to the house you were living at. Surprised at the fact that it still belonged to you, and came to the conclusion that your parents wanted to keep it as a complete memory of their beloved daughter.

His eyes searched your room, clean and neat, as you would leave it.

Only, you were in it no longer.

One look in your room and he had begun crying all over again, bringing his knees to his chest as he sobbed your name out loud.

“C-come back.. !” he traces your cheek in the photo, having taken it out of the frame, only for his tears to rain down upon it.

His grip on it trembled as did his lips, whimper leaving after whimper.

“I’m sorry, [Y/n]—I’m so sorry, please!” he started hugging it to his chest, desperately imagining it was you in his arms. Be it when you’re alive, or even when you just died, he didn’t care.

He just wanted to hold you.

Jimin’s stature shook as he cried, so terribly filled with anguish he didn’t know what to do anymore but to cry for you to come back.

“Jiminie,”

The ghost of a gasp leaves his lips as his head whisks upward to the voice.

Your voice.

There you were, sitting atop your bed as usual, eyes glossing over his in concern.

"What's wrong? Nightmares gotcha?" he resisted the urge to bawl right there, hearing you ask him if he’s okay, if he needs anything, it broke him apart.

He shook his head, eyes brimming with the residue of his tears.

"You died. I couldn’t get to you because I didn’t know a-and—"

You were silent.

“.. And now I’ll be alone.” Jimin’s voice cracks.

I don’t want that.

“You know I'm with you through all of this, right? I’ll be here,”

He shakes his head, still crying, because he knows.

I don’t want to be alone—don’t leave me alone.

He knows this was only his mind playing tricks on him. But even still, he clung onto this delusion, because he isn’t—and will never be ready to let you go.

“I love you, Jiminie. I hope you remember that.”

How long has it been.. when was the last time you expressed your love for him as his best friend?

I can’t do this without you.

His heart twists, and his grip on the photo hardens considerably.

He glances back at you.

“I—..”

But you were gone.

Why did you have to leave me?

Jimin’s heart falls apart.

The pain and the agony entered once more as his gaze descends to your smiling face on the photo, his thumb going across your cheeks.

He would never be able to hug you ever again.

He wouldn’t have someone to turn to when he’s at his lowest point, anymore.

Jimin’s tears landed once more, a soft, broken cry leaving him as he held the photo close to his chest.

“.. I love you too, [Y/nie].”

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artificialqueens · 6 years ago

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Volatile Times (Biadore) - Shadyqueenie

A/N: Hi cutie pies, it’s me –back again – with a story no one asked for. I started writing this months ago when I was obsessed with Volatile Times by IAMX (hence, the title) and thanks to @clownadmermaid I finally finished it.

Volatile Times is a ReincarnationAU. At a certain time in your life, you start remembering your past lives and all the related memories you have with the same person you happen to meet over and over, century after century – your soulmate. But your soulmate never remembers you.

Bianca was fifteen the first time she remembered Adore. She woke up before the sun with the smell of roses and honey teasing her nostrils. Adore’s perfume, she recalled.

The very first hour was strange, because she remembered someone’s perfume and felt a strong connection with its owner but still that’s all she remembered. She should have been scared, but she wasn’t. Actually, knowing that person without really knowing her had warmed her heart. Two hours later Bianca did something she had never done before – she lied to her parents and stayed in bed all day, faking a fever that never existed. Her parents misinterpreted the redness of her cheeks and believed her. By the end of the day, she remembered everything about Adore. All the lives they lived, century after century, running into each other in different scenarios. Her mother came to her room to check on her every two hours, caressing her hair and whispering sweet words. Bianca wanted to tell her everything – every memory and every feeling – but as she realized from the continuous flashbacks, this thing she had with Adore was unique. No one else had that kind of connection.

For almost the entire year that followed, there’s wasn’t a day she didn’t regain an old memory of Adore. There were fights and bad moments, but they couldn’t compare to everything else – when they held hands, when they kissed, every time she made her laugh. Life after life, Adore never looked the same. Once she had black hair and porcelain skin, another time her skin had a darker tone… Bianca couldn’t exactly guess how many versions of Adore saw. But her green eyes and her loud laugh – that was something that never changed, and Bianca couldn’t wait to meet her again. They were happy together, her memories were a solid proof. That year Bianca became even more taciturn than she previously was, both at home and at school, lulled by Adore’s voice in her mind. She had to meet her, get these memories under her skin.

But the last memory that came to her mind was something that threatened her dreams for years. It must have been the year 1930, 1932 at most, and Bianca was reading a book in the patio of what she supposed was her own house. She heard laughs, light chats and a phonogram running a quiet melody coming from the house, but the atmosphere wasn’t as restful as it should have been. Something must have happened, something that made her chest hurt. In that previous life, the sensation was so overwhelming that Bianca didn’t even notice the woman sat next to her until she placed her hands over Bianca’s and spoke “Her parents wanted Adore to leave the country. Away from you, they thought she could be ‘healed’” the last word came harsher compared to the other ones “She refused, of course”. Bianca sighed in relief. Wherever she was, Adore was still close. But then something came to her mind, a detail that she couldn’t recall before. How many days have been since the last time she saw her? Two, three, a week? Why wasn’t she showing up at the same bar they used to meet? “Where is she?” “Bianca…” the other woman started, but nothing else came out of her mouth. “Where is she?” Bianca almost shouted again and freed her hands from the other woman’s grasp. “They interned her ten days ago” “Where?” she asked, standing up suddenly. How could her parents be so stupid? Adore was fragile, she didn’t belong to a place like that. “Bianca!” the woman grasped her wrist and made Bianca turn towards her. Bianca finally looked at the woman for the first time and she was tears in her eyes. She had something else to say, but words didn’t come out. Bianca stood still, waiting. “Adore… Her parents didn’t want you to know where she was. I visited her two days ago. She wasn’t the same. She looked lifeless and scared. She told me what was happening there. I went to her parents, asking them to make up their minds” she caught her breath “They told me that they gave her plenty of occasions to redeem. To reevaluate her love for you. But she wouldn’t, so they threatened her she would spend the rest of her life there” Bianca knew Adore. Of course she knew her. Life after life, Adore had always been the most passionate, the most romantic. But also, the most dramatic one. Bianca knew how far Adore could push herself, how many times she tried to solve things with extreme solutions. Adore might have not remembered, but Bianca did. It wasn’t the first time they had to hide their love from everyone, but that time seemed harder. “Please don’t tell me she has done something stupid” she whispered. When the other woman didn’t reply, Bianca repeated again and again “Please”. But that silence was harsher than thousands of words and Bianca suddenly felt tears running down her cheeks and her heart heavier than ever. “She’s gone, Bianca” And those words were the ones that were going to hunt her life until its end.

During her first year of college, Bianca met a girl. She was like a hurricane and Bianca struggled to keep up with her social life made of concerts and parties and every single person her girlfriend claimed to be “her bestie”. Her smile was big and her careless attitude made Bianca loosen up a bit. She was happy with her. She had never felt so happy in this life. Sometimes, she made Bianca forget the last memory she had with Adore. Those were the moment in which Bianca thought she could handle not having met Adore yet. But when she was in her room alone, Bianca knew the truth – that girl wasn’t Adore. She looked like her – big eyes and wide smile, full of life, loving and caring – but that wasn’t enough. And she felt guilty for being happy with someone else, someone who didn’t have the same big green eyes and the wide smile. That sense of guilty became bigger and bigger as the days and months passed, and eventually Bianca broke up with that girl. She cried on Bianca’s shoulder and Bianca felt sorry for her, but she knew that somewhere Adore was waiting for her.

Bianca was twenty-six when she gave up waiting for Adore. After eleven years, one morning she just felt tired. Tired of waiting, of looking for those sparkles in everyone’s eyes, of being alone. One day, she just didn’t ask herself if that was the day in which she was meant to meet Adore. She knew that, a day or another, they would have met. It had to be. Bianca couldn’t recall a single life without her. Yet, the thing she noticed was that there were some time ripples. Bianca didn’t remember all the years, all the lives she lived. Her memories were corrupted. The last one she had about Adore was her suicide – followed by twenty years of pain and regrets until the day of her own death. But what happened from that day in the 50s until that new life? Maybe in the life between those ones she didn’t get the chance of meet her? That was why she couldn’t remember about them? Was that possible? Was she meant not to meet her in this life too? And why she had to be the only one who remembers – why Adore had never remembered her? She’d always question herself what would have happened to them if she had told Adore the truth, in their previous life. If Adore knew how strong their connection was, would she had made that terrible decision? Bianca promised herself that if she was so lucky to meet her in that life too, she’d tell her. But eleven years had passed and her hopes started fading.

The day of her 26th birthday, Bianca forced herself not to think about her anymore.

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Seven years later Bianca finally met Adore. It was a rainy Friday morning and she was late for work. The hall of the building she worked for was full of people – from late workers like her, to clients and a group of people fresh out of university coming there for the job interview for the internship her company offered. “I can’t wait for Jack to tell us about them tonight” a co-worker of Bianca told referring to the group, walking next to her. It was an old habit of theirs, waiting for the HR manager to tell them how young and brilliant people would turn into toddlers during a job interview. After work, they’d pay Jack drinks until he got drunk and spilled words about how stupid that guy looked like or how nervous he could make them. It was stupid, and childish, but they couldn’t help it. It wasn’t like working in a building made of grey bricks could bring any happiness. “Want to look closer at their scared faces?” Bianca proposed while an angle of her lips curved into a devilish smile. “Girl, thought you’d never ask!” the other woman liked her arm to Bianca’s and walked towards the group. Two steps closer to the chairs the students were sat and Bianca felt that feeling inside her chest like seventeen years ago. It was like living all her memories at once. She couldn’t say exactly why, but the atmosphere was suddenly electric. As if the world knew what was going to happen. Among the group, a girl was the only one not trying to seem busy with papers or books. She was just listening to music from her phone, and its volume was bothering the other aspiring trainees next to her. Her jacket was wrinkly and she didn’t even bother to re-dye her hair properly – the black roots against the blonde hair was something Jack would have spoken about later for sure. In the moment Bianca walked next to them, the girl raised her head and their eyes met. Her mind went blank, and then all of a sudden everything felt right. That girl was Adore. Younger, blonde and with porcelain skin. Different. But Bianca knew she was her from the very first fraction of second – because of her same, big and lovely eyes. Adore glanced back at her and Bianca swore there was a hint of fear in it. She might have scared Adore with that stare. She didn’t even get the chance of talking to her, nor to explain that situation, because her co-worker pushed her gently towards the elevators looking at her quizzically. Bianca shrugged, her friend couldn’t know what was actually happening. Most sadly, neither Adore could – and that realization made Bianca panic. She rushed inside the elevator and pushed the button of her floor over and over until Adore’s image disappeared behind closed door.

Bianca tortured her mind during the entire morning. She wondered why Adore was there – the job interview, duh –, what was she doing with her life, if she was happy, where was she living and other things that kept her mind busy from working. And why the hell did she just stared at her and run away – she thought she had passed her teenager phase long ago. Not getting any peace and quiet, during launch-break Bianca excused herself from her colleagues and rushed off Jack’s office. She knew that what she was doing was wrong – if anybody ever found it out, she’d had hard times trying to explain why she was there. And she also promised herself not to look for Adore. But when Bianca made that promise, she didn’t consider how strong her feeling for Adore were in real. Her curriculum was the first one in the left pile of the other curriculums and Bianca knew what being on that pile meant for Jack – Adore did not even passed the first selection. With a sigh, she scrolled quickly the file – a prestigious university, good grades, plays the guitar and speaks two languages. Differently from the photos of the other curriculums, Adore’s one portrayed her smiling. Bianca smiled back as if Adore was actually there. And there was an e-mail address. Not a phone number nor a house address. She felt like the universe had just told her she wasn’t meant to meet Adore again. She wondered how Adore could react to a mail with an object such as “I saw you in the hall today”. Maybe she would have replied – Adore could be that kind of dumb (yet lovely) person. Or maybe, and more likely, she wouldn’t have replied. Maybe this life was one of those in which she wasn’t meant to be with her. Bianca wished she hadn’t see her at all.

When Jack came to Bianca’s office to invite her to their usual drink after work, she was surprised how quickly that day ended. He entered her office claiming how tired he was – “I’m way too old to hear those toddlers rumbling about their stupid grades” Jack stated as the sank into the seat in front of her desk. Bianca looked deeply at him, trying to get some kind of hint. She wanted to ask him about the job interviews – about one in particular – but she didn’t want to raise suspicions oh him. Bianca Del Rio doesn’t actually care about trainees, and even if meeting Adore had confused her she couldn’t let anyone see it. “So,” the co-worker she was with that morning asked after joining them in Bianca’s office “where do you wanna tonight?” The man smirked turning towards the woman “How much are you willing to spend?” Their interaction was like white noise to Bianca, who couldn’t care less where they were going to drink. She’d be willing to pay 50$ a drink if that meant talking about Adore nonstop. Inside her bag, a copy of Adore’s curriculum – the only thing she had of her in this life, and maybe the only one she’d had in this life – where hidden between other documents.

Hours later, Jack pricked Bianca until she finally gave up and went to the bar, ordering their fourth round of drinks. She made a gesture with her hand at the barman as she sat in the bar stool in front of him, asking wordlessly the same drinks as before. As the man turned at the opposite seat Bianca sighed deeply. That night was a failure – not only Jack hadn’t say a word about Adore yet, but the drinks were watered down and she was far from being drunk. At least she had a bottle of fine wine waiting for her at home. If she’d get drunk enough, the next morning she’d wake up in her next new life waiting for Adore again? She’d hope so – that life was now agonizingly wasted. She trying miserably to pick up all the three drinks at once when someone behind her asked shyly “Can I buy you a drink?” Bianca turned slowly the bar stool towards the voice. She heard that voice thousands of times in her head, and for a brief moment that morning in the hallway. But that was the first time the voice was addressing her directly – and Bianca thought that might become her new favorite melody. Adore was there. With a tighter and shorter dress, and much more make up on her face. She was standing up behind Bianca, looking nervous and slightly bobbing up and down in one place. “Are you trying to bribe me? You won’t get the internship this way” Bianca joked. Amazing.The first words she said to Adore were a stupid joke. She couldn’t really blame here if she’d turned right around. But Adore shrugged, the few golden locks that escaped from her braid were now covering her face “Couldn’t care less about the internship you offer” she snapped back. Bianca raised an eyebrow skeptically, barely contain the need of her hands to reach those locks and pulling them back. She was so glad Adore didn’t lose her sassy comebacks. Few seconds of silence made Adore even more nervous, who asked again “So – do you want this drink or not?” Bianca looked at her, thinking carefully what to answer. She didn’t want meeting Adore that way – like a casual hook-up in a club. Meeting someone in a bar, offering a drink and being with someone you’re not going to remember the name the next morning could work for everyone else. Not for Adore and her. But in a matter of seconds she realized that hours before she believed she wasn’t meant to meet Adore again at all. She could stand being with her just for a drink, if that was all this life had to offer. “That’s not fair. I wanted to be the one who offers you a drink” she smirked, making a gesture for Adore to sit in the bar stool next to hers. Adore’s cheeks turned into a slightly lighter shade of pink “You can buy the second round” she moved away the locks from her shoulders and Bianca could smell the scent of roses and honey. Yeah, it was worth it – even just for a drink.

Jack reached Bianca after thirty minutes – having realized his drink was long forgotten. “Adore, right?” he asked wrapping his arm around Bianca’s shoulder. Adore nodded, not looking at him. Bianca noticed she was still looking at their hands, whom were about to touch the second before Jack’s appearance. “Yeah, your name’s not easily to forget. I’m afraid you stole Bianca’s attention from buying me a drink and –“ “Here” Bianca stopped Jack giving him the drink she bought him earlier, the ice inside already melt. She cared about him and his blood alcohol level – of course – but he had to go. “No thanks” Jack raised an eyebrow, still looking at Adore “We’re going to another bar. See you on Monday ok? Even better, text me tomorrow” he patted Bianca’s shoulder so hard he almost made her lost the balance on the bar stool. “So… I assume your name’s Bianca?” Adore’s voice came back as soon as it disappeared. Bianca realized she didn’t even introduced herself. She realized she took for granted way too many things in their first thirty minutes – even something so common as her own name. Bianca might have known everything about Adore already, and she had to remember herself Adore wasn’t in the same circumstance. Bianca looked at Adore. Hearing her name said with that voice made Bianca happy in way she didn’t think it would. She played with the rim of her glass before asking “And yours’ Adore?” The smile she got as a reply was brighter than every light in the room.

The barman took away the empty drinks in front of them and the one Bianca bought to Jack hours before, still forgotten at her side. The sound of the glasses clashing brought them back to reality. The waiter was blowing out the candles over the tables, a silent signal that they were about to close. Bianca shared a panicked glance with Adore. That was it. She’d have to say goodbye to Adore and from what she heard during their conversation their worlds weren’t meant to collide. She sadly took her wallet from her purse but Adore’s hand stopped her “I said I’d paid” she whispered. “Yes, you did” Bianca smiled back “But if I were you I wouldn’t blow my finances without a job” she joked. Adore mimicked her playfully but didn’t listened to her and turned towards the barman. The few steps to the exit door were agonizingly long. She walked behind Adore, trying to memorizing all her features – in the future she’d knew she’d have to grab on to the memories of those hours. But when she looked at Adore holding the door for her, her big and green eyes smiling more than her mouth Bianca knew she couldn’t let her go. She took a few steps towards the pavement and then turned around “Look I know this is stupidly cliché but I don’t really want for this to be over. Do you want to share a cab with me?” Adore bit her lip and Bianca swore she was trying not to answer too soon. Whichever her answer was, Bianca wasn’t one hundred percent sure she wanted to hear it.

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denyinggravity · 7 years ago

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theatre kid culture

• wishing you could show your appreciation for the lights/sound/set people more

• only living to this day because of the stage manager

• alternatively, hating the stage manager with your entire soul yet are still overcome with the need to respect them

• having at least three water bottles, at least two of which are in the theater’s lost in found

• caring about the difference between “theater” and “theatre”

• every theatre company has the one kid that gets a big part every time and you WANT to hate them but you can’t because a) you’re in awe of their talent and b) they’re actually really nice??

• you can still name the first part you’ve ever played

• the number of shows you’ve been in eventually gets too high for you to remember

• every once in a while someone will pull up a cast photo from a few years back and the new casts will scream about their fetus selves and members that have since left

• there are so many cast group chats that you’ve not only lost track, they’ve all blurrred together in your mind

• there’s that one kid that everyone wants to be friends with but no one thinks they’re cool enough to be friends with (they’re also probably the directors favorite)

• somehow the gays always group together

• there’s always that one kid who no one really likes and is not very good but somehow is always in every show

• you get a t t a c k ed daily by your friends in rehearsal

• getting the script one page at a time when you’re working with an original piece

• you have a list of dream roles and know all the lyrics and all of the lines

• if you do more musical theatre you fantasize about doing straight plays but never actually do them

• the music director always gives the note “diction”

• everyone has memories of that horrible show two years ago and no one can bring it up without tears, panic attacks, screaming, and possibly fire

• there’s always one song where no one knows the lyrics but they somehow manage to pull it together the day before the show opens

• “i can’t hear the lower harmony part”

• speaking of harmonies, the rehearsal where you learn them sounds great but the next time you try it it’s actual trash

• you always judge the person who had the libretto before you, especially if they didn’t erase anything or if (god forbid) they use highlighter

• you also feel like you get to know the person who had the libretto before you, know which part they had, how they remembered their notes, etc you just have your own version of them in your head

• you would sell your soul to go to nyc and see a show

• you’re passing/passed american history because we ALL went through a hamilton phase

• you have a personal grudge against stephen sondheim

• but you’re also in love with stephen sondheim

• you’ve already written your tony acceptance speech

• you’ve had secret theatre crushes

• you’ve bonded with cast mates about past secret theatre crushes

• you’ve witnessed at least two people coming out

• you either know EXACTLY how a show will he cast or you have no idea

• you never include yourself in mock cast lists even if you KNOW you’re gonna get the part because you don’t want to look concieted

• you have strong opinions on the tonys every year

• you’ve considered nominating your theatre teacher/director for theatre teacher of the year

• wanting to go to theatre college but knowing you’d never get in (but still hoping)

• you’ve watched every season of Glee but would never admit it

• you identify with Rachel Berry at least a little bit

• you’ve watched all of your favorite broadway stars’ late night interviews on youtube

• you get obsessed with a new musical every week

• you wish you had satalite radio so that you could listen to the broadway station

• you’ve considered becoming a dramaturge

• when you go to see a show you always look at the ensemble rather than the leads

• you pick out a favorite ensemble member

• you’ve dipped your toes into broadway fanfiction but decided it was too weird

• you get emotional when an actor announces the end of their run and when a show closes

• you would pay money to get playbills

• you’re subscribed to backstage magazine

• you never know any popular music because you’re always listening to musicals

• you want to direct but know you don’t have thr balls

• you would give ANYTHING to sit and listen to the director/music director/choreographer/others during the audition process

• getting a callback is the most satisfying feeling in the world

• trying to get one on one time with the dance captian, but so is everyone else

• your parents can always tell when you’re not feeling well because “you’re not singing along”

• when you get sick becoming the most dramatic person in the world like “i’m never going to sing again” and “my entire broadway career is over”

• missing rehearsals and desperately trying to catch up

• rather than having a stash of porn you have a stash of bootlegs

• bootlegs are your only lifeline

• waiting for the cast list is a nightmare

• “sats??? i’ve got monologues to memorize”

• your kink is re-enacting the loft scene from spring awakening

• you have a show that you desperately want to do with your company that you know they’ll never put on

• there was at least one show where you know you should’ve gotten a part that you didn’t get and you’re still salty

• there’s one part that you played that NO ONE is allowed to talk about

• there’s also one secret theatre crush that you had that NO ONE is allowed to talk about

• you and the director sometimes are besties and sometimes they hate you and there is SO much in-between

• the choreography is TOO HARD and there is only one or two people who actually know it

• tea

• having so much anxiety about missing rehearsal

• not being called to a rehearsal and not knowing what to do with the free time

• t e c h w e e k

• bad memes about tech week. so many bad memes

• “tech week? more like i’ve forgotten what a shower is”

• asking for extensions on all tests/projects/homework

• just. not talking.

• the director is in a perpetual Bad Mood

• sleep? who IS she

• someone isn’t off book yet

• so many snacks

• one person brings dairy and everyone screams

• late night conversation about mental health (no one in theatre is mentally healthy)

• and then actually doing the show after what feels like years of rehearsal and knowing that the audience loves it

• there is NO feeling like the when the audience is laughing at something you did

• or, alternitavly, crying

• getting to curtain call and feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins

• after the last show laughing with all of your castmates and friends because you’re so tired and happy that it’s over, but also crying because it’s OVER and you’re never going to perform it again

• going to the cast party and half the people still have their hair and makeup on and everyone is crying a little

• the cast gc blows up for days after the show is over and everyone talks about cast reunions and stuff and then after about two weeks it goes radio silent

• and then auditions start again and the whole process restarts

• you know that you’d never give up being a theatre kid because the theatre is your second family and you love it more than anything

#musical theater #musical theatre memes #musical theatre #theatre kids #theatre kids culture #book of mormon #dear evan hansen #hamilton #falsettos #christian borle #andrew rannells #lin manuel miranda

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channimagine · 7 years ago

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Chanyeol x Reader

Request by a lovely anon : “Okay I have an idea for bts x exo scenario. Idk of you’ll get it but here we go lol. So it would be pre their relationship and Chanyeol would have a crush on her. And one day in the interview he would be asked who is his celebrity crush and he would say her and fans would get all excited and ship them and then you can add something more or idk 😂😂😂”

That’s a super cute idea let’s do thiiiiis

(So, this is previous part of this!! Please check it out :3)

“Okay guys, get ready, we are starting in five minutes!”

The staff closed the door after shouting this information to the group. The 9 men were sitting on sofas and chairs, waiting for the interview to start. Sehun, the youngest, yawned a little.

“Come on, Sehun.” Said Junmyeon, the leader. “Act you care about being here, please.”

“But I’m tired… It’s late now.”

“No, it’s not.” Replied Minseok.

“For him it’s pretty late because he went to bed pretty late, last night, am I right, Sehunie~”

“Shut up Chanyeol, you were at this party too okay.”

“Well at least I’m not almost sleeping right now!”

“Okay you two, calm down. We know you both are tired, we all are, but please be nice with each other and the interview will be quicker than you think.”

“I hate interviews…” said Jongdae.

“Is it because you have things to hide, Kim Jongdae?” replied Chanyeol, acting like he was seriously shocked.

“Stop that you giant idiot!” Jondgae laughed and gently punched his friend. “Don’t you have secrets?”

“Nah I don’t~ So that’s why I’m pretty confident about this interview!”

The other boys looked at him, all raising an eyebrow. How can this be possible? We all have a secret garden, after all.

A second after, the staff came in the changing room and asked the boys to start the interview.

“Okay let’s do this, kids.” Said Junmyeon.

“We’re going to have fun!” replied Chanyeol with a smile, to cheer his friends up.

“Hope you’re right.”

They entered a big room with many interviewers, photographers and cameramen, already recording the team as soon as they came in. The boys were smiling as much as possible, trying to hide their stress, and took a seat in front of all of them, behind a long table. And then, the big show started.

When are you going to release your new album? How’s Lay doing in China? Are you going to leave the group? Any new date for a future world tour? Will you form another subunit? What about that drama you played in, can you tell more about this? You said that in this live the other day, do you have any explication? Is anyone here is ready to go solo, today? How’s life at your dorm?

It was really tiring for the boys to answer all these questions, but they were trying their best. Yixing was especially solicited during this interview, but the others were here to help him. Team work on point!

It has been almost two hours that it started now, and the questions were more and more rare. Chanyeol and the boys could feel freedom was near. The tall man shared a glare of intense (but dissimulated) joy with the maknae, who was about to fall on the floor.

“Alright let’s have one more question, and we are done.” said the manager.

The boys were now excited to leave this room and to be in their bed. Chanyeol examined the crowd carefully, to discourage any one to talk the microphone and ask the last question. But, unfortunately, it did not work at all.

“I would like to ask my question to Mister Park Chanyeol.”

“Yes, I’m listening.” Chanyeol was now honestly extremely tired, but he tried to hide it as much as possible.

“The other day, on the live you were doing with… Mr. Oh if I’m right you talk about a woman.”

“… Yes probably?” Chanyeol was starting to feel a little anxious, and the other boys probably noticed it, because they suddenly all turned their head in his direction, expect for Sehun, who was feeling a bad sensation about the situation.

“So I investigated a little bit and I’ve found that you were talking about… Miss Y/N. What is your relationship with her?”

Chanyeol had a total blank. What was he asking? What sort of relationship he was having with who?

“Hum- I’m sorry w-who are you talking about?” Chanyeol was shaking a little bit, praying that he heard bad the first time.

“Miss Y/N. The famous actress- you acted with her in your last drama.”

“O-oh yeah…”

So, he heard right. He was talking about Y/N… At first, Y/N was just a young, pretty and famous actress Chanyeol just saw on TV Shows or drama. But then he had to play a lead role with her as the lead actress. And he fell for her. She had so much charm, she was a beauty, her laugh was the cutest, her hair was soft and beautiful, everything Chanyeol liked for a girl. He basically had a crush on her. And this was the only secret he was trying to hide.

“So, what’s your relationship with her, Mr. Park?” the interviewer asked, waking up Chanyeol.

“Hum well hum we are… colleague I guess?”

“Do you have her phone number?”

“Yeah I do actually. It was better because you know we were… acting on the same drama.” Chanyeol was seriously so mad at himself; what was he even saying? And his teammates were as confused as he was.

“Do you guys still keep in touch?”

“Hmm not really.”

“So why did you receive a message from her during the live?”

Chanyeol was about to say something like “well you don’t have to know?” but controlled himself, took a deep breath and replied.

“She was just congratulating me for our win on our last album.”

“It was a while ago.”

“Yeah but-“

“Do you guys talk to each other often?”

“Hum…”

“We actually asked what she thought about you.”

“You did??”

Chanyeol almost screamed. When he realized it, he blushed a little and apologized, looking down at his hands on the table.

“She said you were an extremely nice partner for a drama, and she liked you a lot.”

Chanyeol looked at the interviewer with round eyes and red cheek. Sehun couldn’t hide a little laugh, and Baekhyun punched his arm a little, to make him stop.

“Oh, I see… W-well Y/N is really nice too! She’s a very talented actress, and having the opportunity to work with such an amazing woman was a miracle. And hum… yeah she’s… really pretty and kind.”

A second after Chanyeol finished his sentence, the entire crowd started asking more and more questions. People were literally dying to hear more about this.

“Are you guys dating?”

“No-“

“Do you have feelings for her?”

“What-“

“Did she ever confess?”

“N-“

“Did you reject her?”

“Are you planning on seeing her soon?”

“What are you plans for the future with her?”

“Alright everyone, as I said before, this was the last question.” Said the manager, before making a sign to the boys, telling them to leave the room.

The 9 boys went back to the changing room in silence, and as soon as they entered, Chanyeol sat on a chair, almost dead.

“You okay, buddy?” asked Baekhyun, patting his back.

“What just happen…”

“You did not tell us you had a crush on Y/N!”

“I-I don’t!!” Chanyeol blushed.

“Honestly guys that was pretty obvious…” commented Yixing.

“Guys!”

“For someone who said he didn’t have any secrets…”

“Sehun please shut up I want to kill you.”

“Hehe~”

Chanyeol barely slept this night. He was punching his face with a pillow, fearing the moment when his crush will see the interview and tell him that he’s a looser and she did not want him.

“I want to die seriously… I can’t believe I’ve done that…”

The next morning, Chanyeol woke up the last and skipped breakfast. He purposely waited the time when all the boys are out of the dorm to go downstairs and grab some food. But while he was eating, his phone rang.

“Holy sh- Oh thank god it’s not her. “

Indeed, it was Sehun, who send him 2 messages. Chanyeol opened them up and discovered with terror the link to the interview. The interviewers were so fast? And the second message was small and serious.

“Look at the fans comments bellow.”

Chanyeol took a deep breath and opened the link to see the comments. He was seriously going to explode. Of course, people were going to insult him, but also her. He wasn’t ready for that…

“Omg this is so cute???”

What?

“Have you seen his reaction??”

But-

“Tbh I wish they were together.”

What??

“They look so adorable together omg please let that happen!!”

Almost all the comments were positive. Chanyeol was hallucinating. Was he dreaming? So many people were begging him to ask Y/N out. Chanyeol took a seat to breathe a little. What was that. He sent a text to Sehun.

“Is this a joke? Cause I don’t want to laugh right now.”

He waited a little and his phone rang again.

“Not it’s not, idiot. Now please ask her out soon or I’ll punch your face.”

Chanyeol suddenly blushed like a high school girl and walked around the dining table again and again, trying to figure out if it was real or not. He slapped his face twice to wake up… but nothing happens.

“It’s real…” he whispered to himself. “Oh god.”

_______

Not that far away in Seoul, you were on your bed, riding a book and your phone rang. You took it and saw your bestie sent you a text. You opened it and discovered a link about the last interview of EXO, with a text.

“Read this.”

You quickly red it and, when you finally reached the end, you stood up, screaming and blushing.

“Wha-What??”

TA-DAH! I had so much fun writing this hehe~ Hope you guys liked it, and if you did, please tell meeeee

And if you have requests/suggestions please let me know :3

#chanyeol imagine #chanyeol scenario #chanyeol reaction #chanyeol #park chanyeol #exo chanyeol #exo #exo imagine #exo scenarios #exo reaction #exo k #anon #request #replies

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ladureena · 6 years ago

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rules: copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun!

A - Age: 28

B - biggest fear: Smth that will stop me from doing art like losing my eyesight (which is quickly worsening from doing art) or breaking an arm or idk.

C - current time: 2:39 pm

D - drink you last had: Herb tea from herbs my mom picked up last summer.

E - every day starts with: waking up and making my bed - if all else fails at least I’ve accomplished this and will have a nice made bed to return to. I used to be such a messy person before that I’d never believe you if you told me how much of an anchor this habit would become for me.

F - favorite song: I’m a meloman, so it’s impossible to have just one fav song, but one that I could listen in all of my states is Kings of Leon - Closer, cuz I’m a vampire and it gives me strength lol. I’ve been on a Celtic music high recently, though.

G - ghosts, are they real: Hmm... I don’t really believe they have actual influence over our world or anything, but I believe some information could be imprinted on certain sites, buildings or memories. Also, it is proven that things like underground water could make people have hallucinations. I’ve had a ton of weird experiences to say they don’t and I used to live in a haunted house and somewhat close to a cemetary to say they don’t exist, but I prefer to not give these experiences any power.

H - hometown: Sofia, Bulgaria

I - in love with: the person I live with, the idea of elves and other magical creatures existing and a ton of fictional characters. I’m bi and poly, so I’ve wanted to fall in love with a girl for a while now, though :D

J - jealous of: people who can park well lol

K - killed someone: Many people in video games. But if I did would I admit it here? I would kill to protect my loved ones if it comes to this, tho.

L - last time you cried: When the k-pop idol Kim Jong-hyun I looked up to died, so around Christmas 2017?? I bawled my eyes out enough for a year ahead, so I have no tears to spare rn.

M - middle name: Are you a fairy? I don’t give my full name to faeries. :D

N - number of siblings: 1 sis

 O - one wish: To hear people say I’ve inspired them to follow their dream and/or pick up/continue/perservere with art or I’ve managed to soothe their pain with my artwork.

P - person you last called/texted: my bestie (it was about a very important Harry Potter discussion)

Q - question(s) you’re always asked: I guess it’s “Are you listening to me?/Are you there?” as I often just nod silently over the phone, so the person doesn’t know I’m still there. I also space out when I’m thinking about my inner world or just observing smth like a light source or a drop on the window and to other people I seem frozen.

R - reasons to smile: I have my life (mostly) together. This is smth I can’t often say. Yellow flowers on green patches. I have nothing left in my “to do” list for today.

S - song last sang: Eivør - Verð Mín (I’m singing it now, too)

U - underwear color: Black

V - vacation destination: I want to visit Angkor Wat, Cambodia and any cenotes. The best place my eyes had ever seen is Zakynthos, Greece - it had the bluest of blues and I’d love to go back. Florence and Italy in general are also cool options.

W - worst habit: Mulling over unpleasant things right before going to sleep sometimes even keeping my loved one awake because I have to talk it out. Also not picking up my phone, but getting angry when other people are not available for me. I’m a butt.

X - x-rays you’ve had: Teeth, back, soon I have to go for pelvis, tho.  Y- your favorite food: Anything with pumpkin or cinnamon. Also banitsa (a Bulgarian thing) - if it’s with pumpkin and cinnamon then that’s the best thing ever. :D

Z - zodiac sign: Cancer, unfortunately.

Tagging people I’m curious about, cuz I don’t use this acc enough to have actual friends asides for you, @anxiousprocrastinator , so: @skadivore @evanura @atanertheartist - feel free to ignore if it doesn’t sit well with your blog theme or whatevs, but I’ll be happy to learn more about you as I love your art. Or anyone who wants to play :}

#not art #game #me

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chibieoushelvetica · 7 years ago

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Fireworks

Your Request @rinnyrinny : If it's not too much, can you do a fluffy (or dirty, not complaining 😂) hoseok scenario to watching fireworks together?

Pairing: Hoseok x You

Theme: 50/50 (Fluff x Smut)

Word Count: 2,556

Sandwiches? Check!

Chips? Check!

Drinks? Check!

Blankets?Check!

You continue your mental list as you gather everything you needed for your day out with the boys. You’ve been waiting so long for them to come back home from tour, especially Hoseok. You two had been friends since your diaper days and watching him grow up to be such a successful person overfilled you with joy and happiness, but it also made you lonely. No longer could you do movie nights, or go out for coffee. No more library meet-ups or bestie days. Now and days, you could barely hear his voice. He did his best to call you, even managed to send you cute texts from time to time. You can’t count on your fingers how many times you had to chastise Hobi because he would try and force himself awake to face time you. He was a sweetheart, no one could deny that. He was the greatest friend that anyone could ask for, but more often than not, you wished he was more.

With a small shake of your head, you grab your things and head to your car.

“No point in getting your hopes up…” You sigh to yourself as you get in your car. You decided that now may be a good time to call Hoseok and make sure everyone was ready.

*Ring*

*Hoseoks phone call.*

“Hello?” a groggily deep voice answered.

You face palm as you hear his voice knowing you’d once again forgotten his odd sleep schedule.

“Hey Hobi!” you reply.

“Oh, baby, it’s you,” he begins and your face heats up. Not only was his sleepy voice sexy as hell, he had never called you that before.

“I was just having a lovely dream about you.” he finishes with a deep and tired chuckle.

“Y-you were?” you stutter out questioningly, “What about me?”

You can almost hear the smirk fall upon his lips as he speaks to you. “Well, kitten, there was a lack of clothing on both of our parts and you were pretty quiet since your mouth was wrapped around my c-”

“JUNG HOSEOK!” you exclaim loudly, snapping him out of his deeply fatigued stupor.

“Shit, What was I saying?” he questioned shaking his head trying to clear his foggy brain.

“N-Nothing! I-I’ll see y-you in a b-bit. I’m on m-my w-way! B-Bye!” You squeak out and quickly hang up your phone, throwing it in the passenger seat. You lean your head against the steering and groan, not so innocent thoughts crossing your mind. With a heavy groan, you start your car and head o the boys, praying that they were up.

~~~~~~~~~

Hoseok lets out a soft groan as he rolls in his bed, trying to make himself more comfortable as he slowly succumbs to the soft lullaby of sleep. Just as he was about to sleep once more, life had to be a pain in the ass. In other words, the mankae were up.

“Hobi-Hyung! Wake up! Wake up!”

“It’s almost noon~”

“Aren’t we going to see (Y/N)-Noona today?”

At that last statement, Hoseok shot out of his bed, inevitably falling face first on the wooden floor. How could he be so stupid?! He should’ve been up by now! You’d be there any moment and he hadn’t even had a shower! What kind of best friend was he! With that mentality, Hoseok runs to his closet and grabs a decent outfit for the day and then begins running to the shower, but before he could get to the door, he was stopped once again by the ever annoying mankae of the group.

“Hobi-Hyung... You move so slow!” Jungkook teased “mimicking” Hoseok’s supposedly slow walking.

“Shut up! I’m moving aren’t I?!” Hoseok replies kinda snarkily.

Jungkook cackles and Hoseok shakes his head before walking to the bathroom. He lays his clothes over the rack beside the tub and quickly strips. Usually Hoseok locked the door behind him, but he was in too much of a rush to even think about that.

As Hoseok rubs the soap lathered wash cloth over his abdomen he hears the bathroom door open. He freezes, but sighs in relief when he hears his hyung begin speaking.

“You really should not answer phone calls unless you are fully awake.” Suga states bluntly closing the door behind him.

“What do you mean?” Hoseok questions as he shampoos his hair thoroughly.

“Do you not remember what you said to Y/N-ah?” Yoongi question with an almost audible smirk.

“N-No,” Hoseok replies opening his eyes to look at Yoongi-hyung through the shower curtain, “What did I sa- AISH!”

Suga laughs lightly as the soap from Hoseoks hair gets into his eyes.

He shakes his head,”Lets just say telling your best friend that you had a dream about her sucking you off, isn’t the best way to keep the friendship going.”

Hoseok coughs loudly, “I DID WHAT?!” He screams.

“Yea... Good luck covering that one up Hobi. There is no recovery from shit like that.”

“Wow hyung thanks for the vote of confidence.” J-Hope responded sarcastically.

“Eh, my pleasure,” Yoongi begins, “Oh you also might find it a little complicated to get dressed without clothes to put on.”

Yoongi walks out of the bathroom door to the sounds of J-Hope screaming a few choice words that are only being met with cackles from the Maknae line.

Hoseok finishes his shower angrily. When he is finished rinsing his body he climbs out of the shower and wraps a plain white towel around his waist.

His heart stops when he hears shuffling in his room, followed by the faint singing of a females voice.

“Y/N,” he calls out as he approaches his bedroom,”close your eyes.”

“Why am I closing my ey-?” you question as you turn around to see a basically naked Hoseok in the doorway.

You can’t help but stare at the tall man, his perfect figure, and slightly damp and glistening abs.

J-Hope blushes darkly and as he fumble to turn around and close the door he almost drops his towel.

“Y/N I am sorry about what I said over the phone, but it wasn’t a lie. I did have that dream and I am thinking about that dream now. I’m also thinking about kissing you. I think I’m going to do that. If you don’t like it or want me to, then push me away.” Hoseok states bluntly as he lifts your chin and connects his lips with yours.

You automatically sink into the kiss. Of course you wanted him to kiss you! You almost flipped your shit every time he got remotely close to you!

In one swift motion he was hovering over your body with your hands pinned above your head.

“Y/N?”

“Y-yes Hobi?”

“Will you make my dream a reality?”

“W-what?! Hoseok the boys are literally in the other room!”

“If they see it, then they see it. They would probably just be jealous anyways. I know I’d be jealous if I walked in on one of the boys with your lips wrapped around their dick.”

“HOBI!”

He chuckled, “C’mon baby, for me?” he prodded kissing your neck.

You blushed darkly, “I-I’ll do it.”

Hoseok smirked, “Good girl.”

“You feel so good with your mouth around me like this Y/N. No wonder I woke up from my dream so happy.” Hoseok said forcing his cock to the back of your throat.

You gagged lightly and hummed around him.

“Ah, shi-bal!” he groaned deeply.

“Such a chang-nyeo, but still yeppeumnida nalangdo jol-la neoui a-ga-ri igeol joh-ahae.” He mumbled out in between moans.

Listening to the Korean words slipping off of his tongue and smothering you in dirty compliments made you even more turned on than before. He shoved your head down, his tip touching the back of your throat as he came. He let out one long groan. As you were removing your mouth from around him his door opened and Jungkook walked inside. You all froze in place. Your mouth still halfway around Hoseoks length, Hoseok’s hand still wrapped in your hair, and Jungkook in the doorway mouth agape.

He bowed quickly exclaiming his apologies before running out of the room slamming the door shut behind him. There was screaming and laughing coming from outside of Hobi’s room. He was smirking as you removed his dick from your mouth and stood. You wiped the corner of your mouth and he stood up, wrapping his arms around you.

“We were caught.” you mumble in slight defeat.

He chuckles and snakes his hand inbetween your legs. He doesn’t waste time as he pushes a finger inside of you.

“And based on how wet your are you liked it.” He replied thrusting his finger in and out.

“H-hoseok!” You moan out loudly.

This time he full on smiles as he adds another finger and teases your clit with his thumb.

“Baby girl, be as loud as you want. I want everyone to hear how I finally got my dream come true.” he whispers in your ear as he turns you both around to gently lay you on the bed.

You moan out loudly in ecstasy as he speeds up the thrusts of his fingers and adds a little more pressure to your clit. You forget where you are and it becomes just the two of you.

“Hoseok I need more! Please!” you scream out in absolute pleasure and need.

He smirks and adds a third finger. You claw at his shoulders and back as he moves his fingers inside of you. Without a clear warning you cum around them, screaming out his name. He continues moving them in and out of you until you finish out your high. He removes them and then licks each digit clean.

“Mashittda.” he compliments quietly.

You blush and sit up, “H-hobi I think I should probably get cleaned up.”

He chuckles and smiles down at you beautifully, “Let me get dressed princess and then I will help you okay?”

You nod with a small smile and watch him slide on his underwear and a pair of grey sweatpants. He keeps his shirt off and you can’t help but admire his toned body. He grabs his towel and helps wipe up the mess you made. He walks over to his dresser once more and grabs a pair of spandex shorts.

“I don’t have any underwear for you to wear, but these should be okay. They are tight enough!” He says smiling and handing them to you.

You giggle and stand up sliding them under your skirt. He grabs your face and kisses you softly.

“Hey I think I’m in love with you.”

“You better be, because I’m in love with you too.”

He smiled widely and grabbed your hand, walking out of the bedroom.

As the two of you stepped in the living room Yoongi smirked and Jungkook looked everywhere but at you. It was Jin that broke the silence with a loud laugh.

“Y/N, I love you, but you could at least try to be discreet!” Jin said shaking his head, still chuckling.

You blushed darkly, “Shut up!”

This caused Jin to laugh harder. Taehyung looked kinda confused for a minute before everything clicked.

“Was that you two having sex?!” He screamed incredulously, looking around at everyone.

Him yelling this out made Yoongi and Namjoon lose it. The three of them were all but rolling on the floor. Tears of happiness cascading down their cheeks and Taehyung looked beyond shook.

“What the fuck hyung?!” Tae exclaimed. Hoseok only smiled.

“It must have been good if Y/N was being that loud!” Jimin said teasingly. This called Hoseok to smile even brighter.

“You guys stop talking about it!! I’m gonna have the image of Y/N attached to hyung by the dick for months!” Jungkook whined rubbing his eyes aggressively.

“Shut up Jungkook! You just wish it were you! Now will you all shut up and get in the damn car so we can go to the fucking park?!” You exclaim, embarrassed.

Everyone picked themselves up off of the couches, still laughing,or in Kookies case grumbling about the image in his brain.

After about 30 minutes of driving you all made it to a small secluded area within the near by park. With everyone's help everything was unpacked quickly. You all sat on the large checkered blanket and ate sandwiches and shared stories. Eventually you unpacked the football and you and Namjoon watch the boys play.

“Y/N I’m glad you two are finally together. Granted, I would have rather found out by you just telling us and not your screams from the bedroom.” Namjoon said smugly.

You rolled your eyes but smiled, “I’m happy we are finally together too.”

As the night went on and the sun began setting the boys began cheering. You walked to the trunk of the car and pulled out a box of fireworks.

“Alright boys! Who’s ready for the Bangtan Firework Extravaganza?!” You jeered.

The boys hooted and hollered as you walked the box a few feet from the blanket. Jin was in charge of the fireworks from then on. As the night stretched on you realised this was one of the best moments of your life. Snuggled up on a blanket with your long time best friend and very new boyfriend. Watching fireworks exploding into the air surrounded by people you love. This was what life was supposed to be like. You turn to look at Hoseok, but he is already looking at you. He pecks your lips softly and then turns back to the fireworks.

As everyone sits in silent and content awe Namjoon speaks, “Life is just like fireworks. We foresee our own possibilities but it shines for a short moment then disappears, just like those fireworks. And that's life."

After a moment Yoongi says, “I think I like the way life has become.”

Everyone nods and the silence falls back into place. This wasn’t just a moment, this was a story for the future.

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shi-bal means Ah fuck/Ah shit

chang-nyeo means slut/whore

yeppeumnida means beautiful.

nalangdo jol-la neoui a-ga-ri igeol joh-ahae means even with me fucking your mouth like this.

Mashittda means tastes delicious/taste wonderful

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This writing is a collaboration between Senpai and I. We hope you enjoy!

-Daddy

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