#How to Make the Most of a Day Trip to Hana

[ninisdollie]

Secret crush - Hirota Riki 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

"In which reader has a big, fat, embarrassing crush on maki, her best friend’s brother"

content: +18MDNI fem! reader x maki, smut, fluffly ending, cursing, dirty talk, maki and reader have the same age, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, kind of rushed sex.

"I'm bored, it's so hot..." your best friend laid spread on her bed, fluttering her hands over her face as she gasped for air, it was a very, sunny, hot, summer day.

You guys had had a sleepover the night before, staying up late talking, giggling and doing all girly things (gossiping about boys and your favourite celebrities, you know, the usual).

You glanced at her from your phone, chuckling a bit, looking at the window as the sun ilumanted the whole room, it was indeed, very hot, your whole body felt like it was on fire, sticky sweat on your forehead. Her a/c was broken since weeks ago, so the heat was even more unbereable.

"Should we go for a swim?" She sat on her bed, excited. Turns out her family just acquired a new pool, and she had been waiting for the perfect excuse to dive right into the cold water.

You frowned, not really in the mood, and she pouted at you.

"Cmoooon, please? You can wear my new bikini, it will suit you, i don't mind, i'll even let you keep it" Of course she would, she had like 50 different bikini sets.

Hana and you had been best friends since forever, you grew up together and since you were an only child, she was like the sister you never had. She taught you almost everything that you knew, how to apply make up, how to paint your own nails, how to braid your hair, all of that stuff that your father couldn't teach you because of his lacking skills at raising a girl. You guys were inseparable, always did everything together, never kept secrets from each other.

Well, mostly.

The one thing she didn't know about you was your big, embarrassing, very secret crush for her brother, Maki. Ever since you'd known him you'd been completely crazy for him, he was the boy of your dreams, you couldn’t even remember a time of your life in which you weren’t totally crazy in love with him. Over the years, you’d had a few interactions with him, and even though they were meaningless in the eyes of others, you would lay on your bed eyes sticked to the ceiling as you smiled remembering them.

Like those times you would bump into him in the hallaway in front of the bathroom, a towell resting lazily over his waist, his hair dripping from a recent shower, he would smirk at you, telling you something like “Like the view?” and you would blush and trip, closing the door behind you. Other times when you were baking cookies in the kitchen with Hana, he would come in and tease you both “Don’t set the house on fire”, and he would chuckle, leaning over the door and raising an eyebrow.

Maki loved teasing you, always making fun of your for even the smallest things, like the first time you visited after the dentist had removed your braces, he laughed right in your face, saying: "If I had spent so much money to have my teeth like that, I would have sued my dentist." and you had pushed his chest, the sound of his chuckles making you blush.

Because yeah, you were a mess around him. Always nervous, always tripping on something, always stuttering, blushing and getting shy, to be honest you had no idea how it was possible that Hana didn't know about your crush yet, because discreet wasn't quite exactly the thing you were.

"Fine, let's go for a swim". You ended up accepting, and she jumped from the bed, all smiley.

Half an hour later, you walked outside of the bathroom, the bikini she gave to you was very cute, pink and girly, and it did fit your body perfectly, although you weren't the most confident girl in the world, you liked your reflection in that moment, it was honestly very flattering. You heard Hana's voice from downstairs, and you took a clean towell and a bottle of tanning spray before making your way there.

The day was actually perfect for a swim, the sunlight illumating the whole house, you walked through the living room to the kitchen, but you froze mid step.

"Fuck off, Maki, you should've stayed longer at Yuma's."

And you heard that laugh.

So he was back from his weekend trip.

You took a deep breath, you weren't expecting to see him today, since Hana said that he was at a friend's house and that you could have all the girls fun thanks to that. Suddenly your heart was beating real fast against your chest, that familiar nervousness covering your body. You could just walk straight into the backyard to the pool, and avoid him, but he would've went around to tease you and his sister anyway.

So you walked into the kitchen.

He was standing with his back towards the door, so he didn't see you immediately, but he turned around as he heard the creaking. A wide, teasing smile on his face, and those damn dimples facing you. Your heart jumped again.

"Look who's here, don't you have a house of your own?" he crossed his arms around his chest.

He was wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants, his blonde hair falling over his forehead, dark, brown eyes looking straight in yours, and it made your skin shiver. Even with the most simple clothes, lazy face, he looked so damn handsome.

You managed to hide your nervousness, or at least you thought, rolling your eyes annoyed and crossing your arms too.

"Lucky for you i come here to visit your sister and avoid you." You raised an eyebrow, and he chuckled again, his thick voice resonating in your brain.

"Exactly." Hana was chopping a watermelon, making her signature fruit salad for swimming days "I gave her my new swimsuit, doesn't she look so hot?"

Maki snorted, like making fun of you, Hana wasn't looking at him, but you were. His eyes traveled down your body in a small, tiny fraction of a second, scanning you up and down and you squirmed on your feet, because his look was intense, somehow between anylising and... admiring. When he looked at your face again, your gazes locked, for a few long seconds, and you swallowed, your heartbeat going crazy. He smirked, wetting his lips with his tongue. Then he took a step closer, and you almost jumped, he noticed it, and his smile grew, mischievously, hand lifted as he slightly pulled the strap of your bikini top, fingers brushing softly the skin of your collarbone, making you tingle, his touch throwing you off balance, eyes still connected to yours, and you suppressed a sigh.

"Yeah, that's definitely not her size." He teased again, with relaxed voice, but the look in his eyes was different, it went down to your chest, where your breasts were pushed up tight inside your top. He bit his lower lip, his body so close to yours.

The shiver on your spine went directly into another place, lower. And you blinked twice, feeling the heat take over your face.

"Oh shut up, go lock into your room to play a videogame or something." Hana lifted her gaze, knife on her hand, and the bubble popped, because he immediately laughed as he always did, like mocking you, before disappearing outside the kitchen.

It took you a few seconds to regain your composure, the leftovers of his subtle touch still making tingles on your skin, your face all red. You cleared your throat, and your best friend took the plate full of fruit before walking outside, you went behind her, not a sight of Maki in the living room.

Thank god, you thought.

These were the kind of interactions that only made your crush for him worse, because even if for him was just a game, and he did it for the sake of getting under your skin, it tormented you, you had to remind yourself that for him, you were just the annoying sister's best friend and he found fun in mocking you.

Right?

The hours went by with no further event, you and Hana settled around the pool, covering your bodies on tanning spray and laying underneath the sun, talking and laughing about a bunch of different things, enjoying the sweet and fresh fruit, before jumping into the pool and playing inside the cold water. You splashed on her face and she screamed, getting back at you, and you laughed loudly because these kind of moments with her made you so happy.

At one point she got out of the pool and layed on the tanning bed, the effects of going to bed too late appearing, so she ended up falling asleep under the sun, a magazine over her face, and you chuckled, covering her body with a towel so her skin wouldn't burn, going back into the pool.

You let your body float in the surface, closing your eyes and sighing deeply, simply relaxing around the quietness and comfort that your best friend's house gave you, a gentle breeze blowing.

Then, a shadow.

Confused for a second, you opened one eye, the sun's glow making it a bit difficult, but you saw him anyways. Maki was standing at the edge of the pool, looking down at you, that same smirk on his lips. He raised an eyebrow, and you settled your feet on the pool's ground.

"What?"

He took a few seconds before answering.

"You look like a shrimp."

You squinted your eyes, puffing trough your lips, groaning annoyed as you placed your arms above the edge, chin resting over them, the water splashing as your body moved.

"Thanks, Maki, you're always so sweet" Your tone was sarcastic, but to be honest you used it to cover up the clear nervousness that his teasing caused in you.

He laughed softly, sitting besides you, now he wasn't wearing sweatpants, but shorts, so he put his feet in the water, and leaned back, you tried not to look too much at how the muscles on his arm pumped, and he tilted his head just a bit.

"Believe it or not, that was a compliment, many people like shrimps"

You rolled your eyes again, because fucking Maki actually hated shrimps. When he was younger his parents used to fight to get him to eat just one.

"You're forgetting i know you since forever."

His laugh resonated again, and he nodded agreeing with you.

"Then, you look like an axolotl, those are fucking disgusting"

He did not.

Gasping offended, you looked at him as he cackled, head thrown back, face turning red at his own joke, and in a second, you lifted your arms agressively and splashed a bunch of water on him, completely soaking him, cackling too as you saw his expression. He stayed very still, in shock, thick drops falling from his hair, his clothes wringing wet, his eyes closed, clearly he wasn't expecting that.

Then he shook his head, running a hand through his face and he opened his eyes, serious, jaw clenched, he sighed deeply, looking straight into yours.

Oh oh.

You swallowed, but before he could get back at you you leaned on your arms getting out of the pool, body soaked dripping, the bikini fabric now sticked to you figure, running away from him as soon as he got up and went for you.

"Hey! Come back here!" He yelled behind you, and you laughed running around the pool, him chasing you clumsily because of the wet floor "Oh wait until i get my hands on you"

He ran straight to you, and you almost tripped getting inside the house, soaking the floor beneath your feet, still laughing, his face was priceless.

"Hey, you're not gonna be the one mopping the floor later" He pointed at you, and you sticked your tongue in a childish way.

Then, from one moment to another, he got to you, grabbing you by your thighs from behind, and you let out a scream as he laid you on his shoulder like a potato sack with ease, upside down, your chest going up and down, heavy breathing.

"Maki! Put me down!" You shook your legs, slapping his back.

He walked through the living room, mocking laugh leaving his mouth. He stopped by the couch, and dropped you on it, your back making contact with the cold leather, water drops still on your body. You looked up at him as he stood in front of you, your heart was racing. His eyes sticked to yours, and then he leaned on his arm, over you, his expression was different and you noticed how his gaze went down to your body, like it did earlier in the kitchen, deep, scanning you completely, pupils dilated, big, shiny. Then he looked at your face again, and you swallowed, a tension suddenly building up in the air, your skin shivering because of the water and something else, his body so close to yours, if he leaned just a little bit more, he would be on top of you.

"You're slowly running out of ideas to get my attention, aren't you?" His voice was thick as he talked low, serious, a tone you'd never heard from him before.

The air in your lungs was nowhere to be found, that nervous sensation taking you over again, and you blushed, how could you not when he was so close, talking to you like this. You opened your mouth to say something, but the words didn't come out, he got you right there, and you closed it again, lips shut together as you looked away, your face and body feeling hot all of a sudden.

"You're not so mouthy now, aren't you?" Maki raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk, and then he leaned more, until his face was so close to yours that his breath made contact with yours, and you blinked. He whispered in your ear, lips brushing as he said "You think i'm not aware of the thing you have for me?"

Your heart stopped beating, you froze, a small gasp leaving your lips.

Of course he knew what you felt for him, even if you tried so hard to hide it, your gaze, your tone, your body always gave you away, and you slapped yourself mentally because how could you'd been so dumb. And now shame showered you, you squirmed underneath him, trying to laugh it off with the most fake chuckle.

"Don't know what your talking about..." Your voice proved otherwise, it came out weak, shaky.

He chuckled, and the blush on your cheeks grew hotter, you wanted to die in that moment.

But then a hand lifted, fingers rubbing the skin of your neck, the curve of your shoulders, your skin bare because of course you were still in your bikini, every pore jumped at the touch, and his grin turned wider, something switching in his eyes, as he noticed how your body tensed, how your breathing became heavier. He stopped just in the strand of your top, tangling it between his index and thumb. He wet his lips with his tongue.

"You're bristling..." His voice was deep, raspy, it tickled all the bottoms of your brain, making your skin jump even more, and the shiver traveled down from your spine right between your legs as he pulled the strand, down your shoulder, the beginning of your breast showing up, hard nipple beneath the soaked fabric of your bikini "I'm not even doing anything and you're..." For a moment it was as if he couldn't believe it, how your body reacted to the simplest touch that came from him.

You squirmed again, biting your lower lip, and his gaze followed the movement, eyes stopping at your mouth.

He cursed under his breath before leaning all the way down and kissing you. And you melted, how could you not, you had been dreaming about this moment your whole life. A loud sigh left your lips and got lost between his, as he opened his mouth and moved it over yours, hot breaths colliding, lips crashing, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled so he could get closer, deeper. His lips were plush, thick, sweet, just how you imagined they would be, and his kiss was slow but hungry, tongue sticking out and exploring your mouth shamelessly, you sucked it and tangled it with yours, this made him groan softly, and you whimpered. It was a hot kiss, and the tingles in your core were a confirmation.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, shaky breathing, eyes closed. He stayed still for a few, long seconds.

"Shit." he whispered, breathless.

And then he kissed you again.

His body laid over yours, and you spread your legs so his knee rested between them, dangerously close to your crotch, a mess of saliva and whimpers as his kiss became sloppier, needier, desperate. He'd been wanting this too, you could feel it.

Maki's hand then pulled the strap of your top completely, and the cold air made contact with your bare breast, your skin still slightly wet, hard nipple now in front of him, and he wasted no time in cupping it in his palm, squeezing, thumb rubbing and you moaned softly and arched your back, a jolt of pleasure installing again in your core. He separated from the kiss, looking at your face for a few short seconds before wrapping your nipple with his mouth, groaning as his tongue traced circles around it, covering it with his warm saliva, sucking, like an starved men. And you tangled your fingers in his wet hair, pulling slightly, moaning non stop. He did the same on the other side, now groping and sucking both of your titties, and you became a whiny mess just at this, his eyes filled with lust as he noticed you twisting underneath him, your hips rubbing with his hard length beneath his soaked shorts.

He let go of your nipple, this one swollen, a string of saliva that he removed by wetting his lips, and looked down at you, hands still caressing your breasts.

"Tell me you want this and i won't stop" He took a quick look outside the window, his sister was still sleeping, magazine over her face.

You bit your lip, and lifted your hips so you could rub yourself against him, his hard cock making you tremble above the thin fabric of your bikini, the look in your eyes filled with lust, need and desperation, making it very clear that you wanted, no, needed him.

He smirked again, kissing along your jawline and your neck, hand now traveling down your torso, his fingers burning your skin, and then he put them down your bikini, making contact with your wet pussy, which he wasted no time in spreading your folds, and you moaned again as he soaked them in your arousal, arching your back and subconsciously spreading your legs further, he bit his lip, his brows frowning at the feeling.

"You're soaking wet" His voice sounded weak too, desperate, you didn't have much time before Hana woke up, so, shaking, you placed your hand above his, like giving him your permission, and he shoved two fingers inside of you with ease. "So pretty"

Your whole body tensed, thighs twitching as he sighed and started thrusting his fingers in and out of you, stretching you so good, and you grabbed his arm with your hand, digging your nails in his soft skin as he fingered you with skill, thumb rubbing your aching, swollen clit, eyes sticked to yours, and he kissed you again, and again as you whimpered above his mouth, wet sounds until his palm was bumping with your entrance, so good.

"You like it?" and you nodded pathetically, eyes starting to water because the pleasure was starting to take you over.

"Y-Yes, so good..." you moaned, biting your lip as he curled his fingers inside of you, spreading your walls as your pussy swallowed his digits, your wetness dripping out and leaking into the leather of the sofa, you'd never been this turned on before, only he could have manage to have this kind of effect in you.

And Maki, he lost it. His eyes were fully dark now, jaw clenched as he pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and watched your beautiful, dripping cunt in front of him, he cursed and slapped your thigh slightly, and you jumped at the sting, the bulge beneath his shorts now impossible to hide.

You stretched your hand and ran it all over his body, because you'd always dreamed of feeling the lines of his abs beneath your fingers, and removed his shirt completely, wet skin burning at the touch, eyes shining at the beautiful sight, the muscles on his arms pumping as he kept fingering you, hand all veiny and wet. You reached for his crotch, groping his member above the fabric of his shorts, and he gasped, his face twisting as he bit his lip and nodded, moving his fingers faster, fucking you with them and you didn't waste any time before freeing him from his underwear, his cock now in front of your eyes. He was leaking precum, thick, red tip in desperate need of touch, and you stroked him slowly, tracing the veins of his dick with your fingers and he rocked his hips towards you, breathing heavily.

"Fuck yeah..." The sound of his voice was raspy "You're so tight, wanna feel you around me so bad"

You kept moving your hand, masturbating him and he was groaning and leaking all over you palm, but you were just as desperate as him, pussy pulsing everytime he fucked you with his fingers, moaning his name and closing your eyes. Then he reached your g-spot, and a loud high pitched scream left your mouth as your body trembled, your knees now touching your chest, and he chuckled, even in this situation making fun of you, removing his fingers and shoving them inside of his mouth, licking, tasting you. You blinked, chest moving up and down.

He straightened a bit, knees on the couch in front of you, and stroked himself a few times before rubbing his tip between your wet folds, exchanging fluids, and you squirmed and grabbed his arm tighter, locking your gaze with his. He did this a couple of times, just teasing, hissing between his teeth, and finally, finally, he slide in.

Your eyes opened wide as his cock stretched your walls, so good, thick, long inside of you, his heavy weight over your body, his hips crashing with yours when he thrusted, slowly, like wanting to longer the pleasure, lips parted as he moaned thickly, his manly hands grabbing your hips, the grip marking your soft skin. Your warm, wet pussy clenched around him, and that was enough for him to start moving.

His hips rocked hard against yours, skins crashing when he started to fuck you, raw, fast, desperate, deep, you could feel him in every inch inside of you, and you moaned and whimpered at the pleasure his movements caused in you, his cock burying in your pussy, disappearing between your drenched folds, the leather of the couch beneath you wet and hot because of your sweat.

"Fuck, such a perfect pussy, you're swallowing me so good, baby" He talked between his teeth, groans leaving his throat, hair sticked to his forehead, looking so messy.

He kissed you again, sloppy, wet, dirty, his tongue tangling with yours as he kept thrusting in and out of your pussy, moaning against your mouth and you'd thought it was the hottest sound ever, you didn't want this moment to end. It felt so good, so right, how he fucked you desperately, how his cock stretched you so good, you became a whiny, pathetic mess, completely cockdrunk.

"S-So good" you managed to speak, but your brain was completely shut down, only aware of the man on top of you, and he smiled, forehead against yours.

"Yeah? You like it? Fuck... been wanting to fuck you all my life" The confession made you only moan louder, and he had to put his hand above your mouth, suppressing the sound because your best friend was still asleep outside on a tanning bed.

He chuckled, suddenly pulling out and you almost cried at the empty feeling, but he flipped you over, ass lifted, and he shoved his cock inside of you again, now fucking you in fours. Your breasts and cheek against the leather of the couch, his thighs crashing with your ass when his movements became faster, this new position making him able to go deeper, and you shut your eyes, your legs shaking as you bit your lip so hard it almost started bleeding.

Then his hand reached for your clit, two fingers rubbing at the same paces as his thrusts, and you moaned again, your pussy clenching, your clit pulsing, swollen, aching, your whole body shaking, but his grip on your hips was tight, holding you. He placed kisses on your back, and you rocked your hips towards him, fucking yourself in his cock.

"Shit, you're so perfect" He gasped, not stopping.

One hand grabbed one of your breasts, squeezing, groping, and his thrusts became rougher, your whole body felt wrecked, you couldn't believe this was real life, your head spinning as he bumped deep in your insides, head of his cock slamming into your g-spot over and over again, the air heavy, heated, your high pitched moans combined with his raspy, manly voice.

He kept rubbing your clit, messy circles, and you felt it, the knot building in your lower belly.

"F-Fuck, Maki... i'm close" You whined, hair sticked to your face, and he moved faster, fucking you senseless and at this point, you weren't trying to hold back your cries anymore.

He slapped your ass, the skin turning red and the sting sending a shiver through your body, his fingers never stopping rubbing you. He talked in your ear between groans.

"Me too, cum, c'mon, cream my cock" Your nails dug into the couch, back arching creating a perfect curve, your pussy aching, so close to cumming around him, you shut your eyes, seeing stars, breathless, heavy whimpers leaving your swollen, damaged lips. "C'mon baby, cum for me"

And you did. The orgasm completely showered your body, loud, pornographic scream as you came around him, pussy dripping, legs shaking, completely wrecked, you touched the sky in that moment, eyes rolled to the back of your head, saliva falling from the corners of your mouth.

Maki came too, his thrusts messy, erratic, rhythm completely lost as he groaned gutturally and his pulsing cock spilled all of his pleasure inside of you, long, warm strings of cum filling you up so good, and you moaned again at the feeling, your cunt pulsing and aching, sore.

It took a few seconds for him to recompose, sighing deeply placing a few final kisses on your back, before finally pulling out, catching his breath, eyes sticked to your leaking pussy, his own cum falling from your folds to the couch. You stood there for a moment, trying to regain consciousness of yourself, feeling as if you were floating, waking up from a dream, your legs still trembling.

Eventually, you turned around, and you two stared at each other, he was already pulling his cock back into his shorts, an unreadable look on his face.

And then, you both started laughing, reality hitting you both, because you'd never thought this would happen. Especially you, it was a wild dream, one that you didn't want to wake up from. He kissed your forehead, helping you tie the strands of your bikini again, putting all on its place, stealing small kisses in your lips.

Then he broke the silence.

"Listen, i don't want you to think this was a one time thing, what i said... it's true" He bit his lip, scratching the back of his neck "I like you, i've always liked you"

Your heart bumped into your chest as you finished pulling up your bikini, and you froze, not only because of his sudden confession, that meant that your embarrassing crush was actually reciprocated, but because Hana appeared through the door, eyes lazy as she just woke up.

She stared at you both, staying very still, in shock. You started to make excuses in your mind to say, but she didn't let you talk.

"So finally you guys admitted you've been crazy for each other since forever, points to that. I just wished your fucking loud ass quicky didn't wake me up from a perfect nap".

You looked at Maki, then her, then Maki again.

"So i'm the only one that noticed?" she raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.

And the three of you broke laughing.

So yeah, turns out your big crush on your best friend's brother was not very secret, but at least he felt the same way about you.

this was kind of short i'm sorry :(

[sleepyorangejuice]

It’s been literal months, and I’m certain there have been many great analyses already posted about Bake no Hana, but I am up in a cold sweat, waiting for an opportunity to info dump when it hits me… just make the opportunity yourself!

So this is officially a very unhinged and unplanned analysis of BAKE NO HANA because it’s been eight months and I’m still not over this song!

Specifically I’ll be focusing on the intention of having certain characters sing certain lines, and their delivery. Also some gushing about the musical composition and drawing parallels to the event story.

I will never forget the first time I heard this song, it fit perfectly with the feelings I was experiencing going through that fucking RINGER of an event story and it leaving on a cliff hanger? I’m still not over it, sega. Eight months and I’m still getting chills.

What interests me the most about the opening of this song, is that it uses a very familiar progression of notes, which you often hear in horror or suspense films right before something terrifying is revealed. For example, there’s a killer inside of the protagonist’s house, and they hear something coming from behind a door. As they reach out to turn the door knob, you hear the music building until the protagonist opens the door, and BOOM! Murder happens.

I think it’s interesting how Bake no Hana uses this instantly; it gives you no time to process what’s happening. It’s the song letting you know that you should be on edge. Then, just as it reaches a musical climax, the suspenseful music abruptly stops.

To me, I immediately want to make a connection to the event story. The entire event is about Mizuki gathering the courage to come out to one of her friends. The entire time is spent building up her anxiety, and showing just how much her friends mean to her. It’s this fluffy little trip to the school festival, but you most definitely notice the stakes of the situation getting higher as the day goes on.

You think, probably naively, that this story will end with Ena and Mizuki talking on the roof top, in which Mizuki confesses her secret, and Ena accepts her with little fanfare. But there’s also the part of you that’s scared, especially if you’ve seen the untrained cards for this event. Something bad is about to happen.

The moment we were all waiting for, that this event was building us up to, is taken away from us. It’s taken away from Mizuki and Ena. The suspense that was building from the start abruptly ends in a slightly unsatisfying way. The pay-off to the suspense is never given. You’re thrown into the reality where people are ignorant and often cruel, where the character you’re rooting for disappears from the story.

Yeah uh, not even three seconds in and I’ve written like three paragraphs. I’m awesome at parties, clearly.

The music breaks into these foreboding instrumentals, like the song can’t decide if it wants to linger, or let go. Does it want to be slow, or fast? You can’t catch up. Just when you think you know enough about the melody to predict it, it changes again. It berates you; it’s constantly moving. The same, “horror movie sound effect,” comes back, halting the instrumentals, all except the barest of strings everything else was building upon. The bones of the song. Prepping you to be vulnerable and afraid for what is coming next.

✨vocals time✨

“What are those eyes? Ah, of course it’s those eyes.”

This is sung by Mafuyu. Immediately, you can tell the, “narration,” of the song is just as confused as you are. Like they were dropped here with no preparation. They immediately ask a question, then answer it right afterwards. It’s frantic and disheveled.

The, “eyes,” they’re referring to are pretty straight forward; outside perception. Mizuki, and Mafuyu too, struggle with how the world perceives them. For Mizuki, it’s the judgment. She grew up in a family where she was safe to express herself, but the moment she tried to show her true self to the world, she was met with confusion, judgment, and harassment. Her peers considered her, “weird,” and even the few who seemed supportive initially, talked about her behind her back, calling her, “Attention seeking,” and if she were to just act, “normal,” things would be so much easier for her.

Mafuyu got so caught up in being everything her mother wanted her to be, that she forgot entirely who she used to be. She lost everything that was behind her, “Mask.” Her story is about her finding who she is behind all the suffocating expectations that were placed on her. Both her and Mizuki are shackled by the way people perceive them, though for different reasons. (Fucking love transmasc Mafuyu though that’s my son)

So of course, Mafuyu is the one to sing about these eyes. The eyes they’re constantly disappointed by. They should be used to people not understanding them by now. Why would Mizuki ever expect anything besides judgement? The horror of being seen. The horror of being known. By both her classmates, but also her friends.

In nightcord, she’s been able to control the way she’s perceived. Because they met online, Kanade, Ena, and Mafuyu have no idea that she’s trans. She’s able to create this perfect image of herself; a carefree, feminine, cis girl. And now, willing, she’s going to end that fantasy. She’s letting go of her persona, and therefore, giving three people she trusts control over her perception.

Jeez, I’ve been yapping for too long. Time to move onto the second part of this line.

“This isn’t my first time, Y’know?”

This is sang by Ena. It reads to me as Ena drawing on her past experiences with cruel men. Mizuki ends up being outed by some very rude male classmates, and they compare Ena to Mizuki, and ask if she’s, “like that,” too. Ena, who posts selfies online, has probably gotten hate comments before. A woman can’t seem to post online without her appearance and femininity being questioned.

It’s not the first time she’s heard stuff like this.

This also probably refers to Mizuki hearing comments like this before. It’s just part of her life. She’s, “used to it,” or rather, she’s resigned herself to it.

“What’s with those eyes? C’mon, stop it!”

Again, the narration is getting desperate, and afraid. They’re beginning to panic. What really stands out to me is the use of, “C’mon.” It’s sort of a friendly chastise. It’s reminiscent of how Mizuki usually deals with any bullying or invasive questions. She tries to de-escalate the situation. She tries to be friendly and casual, to avoid any conflict. But clearly, it didn’t work. Sometimes, you can be super nice and civil, and you’ll still essentially be talking to a brick wall, if the person you’re talking to wasn’t interested in your humanity in the first place.

Kanade sings this line, and if we interpret it through her, it can be seen as her realizing her friend’s been facing prejudice the entire time she’s known her, just under her nose.

“It’s just so cute, but that flavour of sin.”

I wonder who sings this one, lol? It’s Mizuki. Her character is often defined as being cute. She likes cute things, she likes dressing cutely. It’s who she is; she loves it, and it feels good. But because of all the people who deem her expression and identity as, “wrong,” she’s been conditioned to suppress these feelings, and feel guilty every time she doesn’t. A lot of people view being trans and gay as a sin, yes, even in the year of our lord and saviour, 2025. The wording is intentional. The religious symbolism is intentional. Even when she’s enjoying herself, she can still taste the sin on the back of her tongue.

Mizuki’s vocals trigger the pre-chorus, like now that she sang during the verse, it’s tainted now. The song must hurry along lest it lets her finish a thought. Her voice gets taken away from her in the event story, so of course every time she speaks in this song, it tries to silence her, or drown out her voice with someone else’s.

“It’s off, so off, it’s crumbling.”

This is pretty self-explanatory and sung by Kaito. Mizuki’s ideal coming out moment was from taken her. The image of herself she crafted for niigo is crumbling, and she couldn’t even partake in it’s destruction. The moment is, “off,” it’s not how it should be.

“It’s off,”

Pretty much as soon as Kaito is done singing, Ena rushes in, interrupting him. I love this delivery so so so much. It encapsulates how Ena was feeling during this moment. She’s frantic and desperate, because now that she knows, she’s finally comprehending the gravity of Mizuki wanting to tell her this, and how much her reaction to this information must matter to Mizuki. But shit, she’s so caught off guard. Her perception of reality has been flipped in such an abrupt, cruel way. They’re saying all these horrible things about her friend, but she can’t do anything. She’s frozen. She’s helpless. She tries to amend her reaction, but it’s all so fresh. She can’t say the right words; it comes out rushed and clumsy. This is the first time she sees one of her best friends cry, and she isn’t able to comfort her. In just two words, you can hear the pain in her voice. She’s panicked and scared. THE VAS ARE SO TALENTED MAN THEY ALL DO SO WELL IN THIS SONG

“I’m about to lose my mind.”

Mafuyu finishes this lyric, and again, her va’s delivery is spot on. Unlike Ena, who sounds rushed and filled with anxiety, Mafuyu sounds foreboding. Her voice is tense and gentle, a quiet warning gone unnoticed. In past events, Mizuki has told Mafuyu that sometimes, it’s okay to run away. In fact, sometimes it’s necessary. Mafuyu needed space from her controlling mother. But here, Mizuki is running away exactly when she shouldn’t. She’s isolating herself from the people who love her after a traumatic incident. Mafuyu, who can be naive about a lot of things, and isn’t exactly what you’d call, a person that’s in touch with their emotions, can be very perceptive with her friends, and what’s going on for them internally. I feel as though she on some level, knew that Mizuki was running from something she needed to face. She sees both her and Mizuki as being similar people. They both have masks. In her delivery, it felt like a prediction. In her heart, she knew something was wrong, but she couldn’t do anything to help her friend with the information she had. She’s resigned.

“I’m collapsing with my one secret.”

This is sung by Kanade. Since the lyric is pretty straightforward, I’m focusing on her delivery. Kanade sounds concerned and confused. And really, that’s all she has. Unfortunately, by the end of this event, her and Mafuyu are still completely in the dark. They don’t know Mizuki is trans, and they don’t know that something so traumatic happened to her. They don’t know how fragile of a state she left in. They don’t know she’s ostensibly, suicidal right now. This ignorance isn’t bliss.

“I’m breaking down, l’m sorry.”

☹️

Mizuki’s little, “gomen,” KILLS ME EVERY FUCKING TIME, SOMEONE GET HER A HUG, STAT!

I don’t have much to say about this line otherwise. It really just sums up how Mizuki feels like she is the thing that needs to be apologized for. It feels like the situation is her fault to begin with. If she wasn’t the way she was, she wouldn’t have put her friend through that. If she wasn’t the way she was, those boys wouldn’t have been cruel to her in the first place. She’s sorry that she wasn’t strong enough to truly face Ena. That this was all that it took for her to fall apart.

And once again, after Mizuki sings, the song quickly shifts. CHORUS TIME!!

The intensity returns, it’s upbeat, you wanna dance, but you’re crying, so you’re just kind of bopping around with a comical frown and tears rolling down your face???

“Without seeing it, you can’t understand it, right? It’s just like a flower of transformation that had bloomed.”

Oh shit, and now you’re crying harder, except actually, you’re me, I’m crying.

This line is just SOOOOO full of trans metaphors and context. “Without seeing it, you can’t understand it, right?” Immediately I’m thinking about the strange obsession people have with trans people’s genitals. What’s in your pants, though? Are you a girl or a boy? Prove it, why don’t you? Without seeing, “it,” you can’t understand, “it,” right? Here is an arbitrary way to classify people. They just wanna know, “the truth,” right? And they can’t with all these girls becoming boys and boys becoming girls. Anyone could have a penis these days! XD

A less general take is how in Mizuki’s friendships with the members of Niigo, there is this, “invisible distance,” between them. They only know so much about Mizuki, because she’s been keeping this integral part of her identity hidden. She knows deep down, that her friends won’t be able to truly understand her, unless they see her true self.

Now, onto this blooming flower of transformation. The language is so. Intentional. Oh. My. Gods. So, in the trans community, there is a term reserved for closeted trans people, or trans people who have yet to realize that they’re trans. These people are called, “eggs,” because the egg has yet to crack. There’s a lot of sweet stuff, you know, you’re finally coming out of your shell, you’re being born again, this time, as your true self. “Blooming,” is also a term used for people entering their adolescence, you know, “late bloomer,” you’re finding who you are, and becoming that. Safe to say, flowers also get used as a metaphor for transition. An, “egg,” could also be a, “bud.” This flower of TRANSformation has bloomed, even if you didn’t want it to.

Kaito and Kanade sing this line together. If we see it through Kanade’s perspective, yes, of course she doesn’t understand what’s going on, Mizuki hasn’t told her! And of course I’m gonna mention Kanade’s flower motif, of course she would sing this line!

“I can’t say anything else, but I can’t erase it, no matter how ugly my makeup seems like.”

Yep, this is Ms. Ena. No Kaito helping her out, just Ena, and I think, entirely from her perspective. This is generally agreed upon, and before I start, I gotta mention that without a bunch of other fans interpreting and sharing said interpretations, I’d still be stuck on the second half of this line. I’m not leaving it out just because it’s been said before, no, I’m putting it here because I THINK THEY’RE ALL RIGHT!

“I can’t say anything else, but I can’t erase it,”

This is referring to Ena’s reaction to Mizuki being outed. She wasn’t able to say anything to reassure Mizuki, or even stand up for her. She can’t take back her silence, she can’t erase it. Somehow, it was worse than her blurting out her first thought.

“No matter how ugly my makeup seems like.”

So again, thanks to everyone who pointed this out, but the, “makeup,” she’s referring to, is her expression. Specifically the one in her untrained card. She didn’t mean to let the shock show so blatantly on her face. She may, “seem,” scared, disgusted, even, but that’s not how she truly feels. She was just caught-off guard. But no matter how much she regrets it, she can’t take back her initial reaction. Her face is forever burned into both Mizuki’s and our minds for eternity.

“Without seeing it, you can’t understand it, right? It’s just like a flower of transformation that had bloomed.”

This time, Mafuyu accompanies Kaito. Her va absolutely kills this line. She sounds so desperate and heartbroken. Coming from Mafuyu, we can again draw a connection between Mizuki’s identity blooming, and also Mafuyu’s. Mafuyu knows how painful it is to reveal your true self, and additionally to have it be rejected. This is her empathizing with Mizuki’s situation. She’s singing from a place of her own pain, but also her inability to comfort Mizuki, and the pain that comes with being a sitting duck.

“I can’t go back to being a bud again.”

One second,

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Ok, I’m done. So, Mizuki sings this. I’ll bring the egg/bud comparison up again. She’s already bloomed. You can’t go back inside of your broken shell. You’ll know, part of you, forever, and it will torture you. Mizuki tried this in the past, during middle school. She kept her hair short, wore the boy’s uniform, and didn’t express any of her femininity in public. Living like this sent her into a deep depression. Eventually, she decided to openly present as a woman. Despite her fears, life was too painful pretending to be someone she’s not. The alienation from her peers hurt, but not as much as forcing herself to be a man did. She really can’t go back to being a bud again; it almost killed her.

Her va whispers the line over her singing, creating this really uneasy feeling. Mizuki is telling you this horrifying secret.

And what does the music do? Cut her off, of course! We’re back to what we heard at the beginning of the song, the instrumental interlude, if you will. And it’s just as violently in your face as it was the first time.

“What are those eyes? Of course it’s those eyes.”

Oh, and it’s Kaito’s first solo line. He’s not just echoing what the others sang. Ironically, it’s a line we’ve already heard before, but I still think it’s significant.

But, instead of continuing with the next verse after this one, Mizuki interrupts. This completely changes the course of the song. The intense banging we hear in the interlude comes back with her.

“If that’s so, then disappear! Everyone, just disappear!”

And with the end of her line, that constant noise is taken away. It disappears. Coincidence? I think not! The chaos of the instrumentals represents not only Mizuki’s loud, repeating, all-consuming thoughts, but also the voices of all the people that have ever judged her. She recalls vividly a little boy calling her weird in elementary school frequently, as well as other comments throughout her life. She tells them to disappear, and her head becomes clear.

But, if, “everyone disappears,” that means the people she loves too. Her big sister, her parents, Rui, An, Ena, Kanade, and Mafuyu. All of these lovely experiences she’s had, and all the people that do accept her, would be gone too. Is she willing to sacrifice them, just to never experience all the hatred again?

“Just disappear.”

Between these lines, you hear a melody of beeps. It reflects the process in her head, realizing what everyone going away would really mean. And when she says it again, her voice is weaker. It has less force, and Kaito is singing it with her. Kaito is frustrated both by Mizuki, and for Mizuki. Kaito is the most expressive vocaloid when it comes to anger. He’s angry because he knows the members of Niigo are being wronged. Even as Mizuki is beginning to regret what she said, Kaito is doubling down. Because no, she should be mad, she should want all these horrible people to disappear.

“Just disappear!”

With Kaito’s reassurance, she says it again, this time, with more power, and all by herself.

She says it once more with Kaito.

But with so much time to think between what she’s saying, she realizes something. She’s alone now. Maybe she has Kaito, but he’s virtual. And for all these verses, the rest of Niigo have been completely absent.

“Stay with me.”

She changes her mind. The thought of being alone is so terrifying. She wants to be with her friends. She loves them. She’s been so lonely. And for once, the song grants her wish. It listens to her.

“Without seeing it, you can’t understand it, right? It’s just like a flower of transformation that has bloomed.”

The chorus comes back, but this time it’s gentle; it matches the slower pace of the previous verse. The instrumental is bare, reminiscent of a lullaby, and Mizuki’s best friends sing to her in a beautiful harmony. They love her. She’s trans, and they still love her. They want to be her friend. They’re kind to her.

But the harmony turns daunting, and Kaito joins in, quickly bringing back with him the rest of the song. The banging, the loudness, the fast pace. Her friends are so kind. They still love her. And that is a sickening thought to her. The idea of their kindness is suffocating, because she believes she doesn’t deserve it. She doesn’t want to cause them trouble or be a, “special case,” she wants them to treat her the way they did before. She wants them to be ignorant, because there’s security in the lack of knowledge. Even when they’re supportive, Mizuki can’t stand it. She, “ruins,” it.

“I can’t say anything else, but I can’t erase it, no matter how ugly my makeup seems like.”

Ena sings this line again, but with Kaito too. Kaito also feels useless in this situation. He seems to be hurting things rather than helping. He’s just as clueless and regretful as Ena. Niigo Kaito is very blunt and straightforward, but I think he has an idealized view of the world. He’s usually justified in his anger, and it comes from the right place. However, he doesn’t consider the consequences of say, Mafuyu standing up to her mother, or how painful the experience was to her. It was also dangerous, even. Same with Mizuki. Kaito wants her to stop running and live her truth, but he barely considers that the situation may go wrong, and put her in danger.

I think it’s also super interesting to compare Niigo Kaito and Ena. Ena struggles with her anger. She has outbursts, can be judgmental, and is quick to argue. She plays a similar role as Kaito in Mafuyu’s story. She’s a bit harder on Mafuyu than the other girls, but deep down, she still loves her friend. She’s more angry at Mafuyu’s refusal to leave her situation, rather than Mafuyu herself. In this way, her and Kaito are really similar.

“If you can’t seem to understand the future, then this flower of transformation will disappear soon enough here.”

Mizuki and Kaito sing this line together, and alteration of the one before it. By singing this with her, he seems to finally understand how desperate this situation is. He’s voicing her thoughts, but he’s also pleading so others can hear them. Compared to Mizuki, who is at her limit and filled with sorrow, Kaito shows this is a cry for help. He’s got really good tuning in this song. Mizuki is practically yelling with her lines, full of despair and anger. Gods, her va is so talented!!!

Right, the lyrics. If people can’t accept that things are changing, that everyone is different, that gender might not be as cut and dry as it was created to be, children, adults, real people will die. Hundreds die every year. Mizuki could be one of those people. She recognizes this, and is begging all these people to stop through this song. She doesn’t want to disappear, but it’s become too painful.

“As if I am made to end the curse of being born, I’ll stop breathing now.”

Yeah, this one hits hard. When just your existence feels like a curse on everyone around you. Clearly, it’s not the world that is wrong, it’s her. So she’ll just stop breathing, if that’s really the case.

“Agh, I’ve had enough!”

This is purely Mizuki again. I can’t really elaborate. I’ll just say she sings, “agh,” really nicely? XD

Yes, this is cut and dry suicidal ideation. And since she’s had enough, the song is like, “fair, I’ll end now,”

So the same instrumental interlude plays, and this time around, it especially sounds like the firing of guns. And it ends with the strings.

…

I have lots of thoughts. To this day, Bake no Hana is my favourite of the commissioned songs for this game. The music, the lyrics, the composition, they’re all great, and fit the event perfectly. With how hard-hitting Mizu5 was, they definitely needed a song that had the same effect. And, well, they succeeded. Thanks for reading if you made it all the way down here <3

[caramel-maveeato]

ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ♡˚₊。。。

❧❤ SYNOPSIS: you “accidentally” drink too much, your boyfriend comes to the rescue... ♡ Pairings/Love interest: So Mun x GN!reader ♡ Genre: fluff, reader is also a counter ♡ TW: mentions of alcohol, slight cursing ♡ Word count: 1.6k

Note: All characters originated from “The Uncanny Counter/Amazing Rumor” except for Y/n.

English is not my first language!!! Sorry in advance if I make any grammar and vocabulary mistakes.

You had no idea how this happened. It was supposed to be a silly (stupid) decision to try all the soju flavors you could find in your local store and see which one tastes the best.

And here you were, passing out cold on your table for god knows how long and looking like you were in the middle of some demonic ritual, except replacing candles with a bunch of half-done bottles of soju. 

Reaching out for your phone, your vision was blurry and your head was spinning from consuming too much alcohol, but you still managed to comprehend whatever appeared on the screen. More than 10 missed calls from Ms. Chu, several from Hana and Motak, and even a few from your new teammate Jeokbong, all bombarding your poor phone with continuous notifications of unanswered calls and texts. 

And the most impressive number was 22 missed calls from So Mun.

Holy shit.

What the fork happened while you were blacked out? Why did everyone blow your phone up? Once again, you had no idea. 

You took a quick glance at some of the texts from Hana, it turned out that the team was alerted by a level 2 evil spirit, but you were nowhere in sight or in contact. 

Cursing quietly under your breath for recklessly giving in to your impulsive decision, you held your pounding head with one hand, wincing in discomfort as you tried to get up from your seat. 

Your legs trembled from the horrendous migraine. You could barely walk, the ground seemed to sink and dig a hole underneath your foot every time you took a step, yet you were still confident enough to think you would make it to Eonni’s noodle in this half-drunk condition. 

You placed your other hand on the wall, trying to support your now-useless legs while you struggled to reach your front door. The hallway in your house has never been this long before, it was almost like you were walking on a treadmill while being hung upside down. 

Yet, things couldn’t even get worse. You, for some reason, tripped on pure air, staggering on your feet and ready to descend. 

You couldn’t hear your front door making a click sound as it flung open, but you for sure noticed that the ground wasn’t as hard as it looked, perhaps it wasn’t the ground. A familiar scent filled your nostrils, your eyes shut tight and you dropped into a familiar warmth. Even the way that pair of arms instantly wrapped around your figure was also too familiar. 

Your ears ring with the sound of silent nonsense, humming like different noises blending together chaotically after the sudden fall. But you were quick to come back to your senses again upon hearing the voice you secretly would be dying to hear every day. 

“Y/n! Hey, Y/n, are you alright?!”

Instead of answering, you clung onto him like a koala on a tree and pressed your face against his chest, taking in his pleasant scent to ease up the nose-aching smell of alcohol flowing in your living room. 

Your boyfriend hugged you back just as tightly. His chest rose and fell urgently against yours, even the sound of his heartbeat was so loud that it was as if he just ran a whole mile, which he pretty much did: “Y/n… you scared me to death, you know that?”

Your voice was muffled against his skin, murmuring exhaustedly: “Sorry, I was…um, sleeping.”

So Mun let out a sigh, both relieved and somewhat frustrated. But you both knew very well that he could never stay mad at you for so long. He gently pulled you out of his chest to look you in the eye, which you weakly protested and glued yourself back into his arms: “Did you drink?”

Knowing there were no other excuses you could make, you didn’t have a choice but to nod your head in confirmation, making him sigh again with concern shown clearly in his voice: “Why? You were never one to black out drunk before, did something happen?”

You had to explain to him, in detail, the real reason so he wouldn’t get so worried, hiccupping between your breaths as you talked. You noticed So Mun’s eyebrows raised slightly the more you spoke, seeming to be very amused at you while he pinches your nose gently, helping you hold your breath to stop the hiccup and trying to suppress his smile.

After you were done talking and hiccupping, he cupped your cheeks and lifted your face up, examining your face to see if you were truthfully doing fine and if there was no uncomfortable secret you hid from him. Then, he planted a peck on your lips, not caring if the taste of fruit-flavored soju started lingering on his lips as well: “Are you able to walk?”

You nodded lightheartedly, trying to stand up although your legs didn’t even waste a second to betray you again. 

He chuckled, running his hand on your flushed cheek to feel how your temperature had raised under the influence of alcohol, his eyes softly and attentively at yours before he turned around to face you with his back: “C’mon, everyone is waiting for us.”

If your face wasn’t already reddened, his action right now definitely made an impact on making your skin bloom with heat. You climbed onto his back, grinning quietly as you made sure to wrap your arms around his neck firmly. His strong body picked you up with zero effort, handling you with so much care like you’re his most precious treasure. 

You could only realize how worn out you were when you finally relaxed against his back, letting him escort you out of your house with one of his hands holding your shoes. 

His hair tickled your skin when you buried your face in his nape. You couldn’t help but want to mess with him a bit despite how shitty your body was feeling at the moment: “Dear, I think I want to puke.”

So Mun’s footsteps stopped in their tracks at the announcement, not knowing whether he should laugh or panic. His head tilted to your face slightly even when he couldn’t really see how hard you were trying to hold your giggle: “As much as I love you, don’t you dare throw up on me, Y/n-ah.”

You burst out laughing. However, you soon toned down since your throat and stomach were honestly acting up lightly from the burning of liquor: “Just kidding, you’re too good-looking for me to do such a thing.”

“Oh, you little...”

“I know, I know. I love you too, So Munie.”

He smiles, his ears turning pink at your remarks, squeezing his hold on your thighs affectionately: “I love you too, sweetheart.”

The night breeze sighed through your hair, supplying a fresh source of air to your aching lungs. You can’t help but wish you could stay like this forever, on his back and savoring his warmth. 

“So… you basically freaked everyone out just because of those flavored sojus?”

Despite So Mun’s words sounding somewhat like he was investigating you, his tone felt more nonchalant and playful, obviously he was only intending to annoy you. This made you roll your eyes, though you actually felt a wave of guilt for accidentally scaring your entire fam shitless:

“At least I came to the conclusion that peach is the best, and green grape is overrated.”

“Yeah yeah, and prepare yourself for what comes next. Ms. Chu and Hana-noona are probably holding spatulas waiting for you to be back.”

You whined quietly, your throat still burning fairly and your head sore just from the image of getting scolded by the mommies of the group: “As my amazing and caring boyfriend, I think you should help me out of that.”

“Maybe you deserve to be taught a lesson.” So Mun chuckles. From this angle, you couldn’t see that there was a glint blazing in his dark chocolate irises, his voice softening almost as tender as a whisper, so hazy that you nearly mistaken his voice for a whistle of the night wind:

“All jokes aside, you really did scare me so bad, baby.”

It’s only logical that they were freaking out when you suddenly disappeared, especially in the middle of chaos where things escalated badly not long ago—they’ve come face-to-face with one of the evil spirits who wiped out the entire Chinese counter team. Hearing nothing from you at such wrong-timing times only drove them to assume the worst.

“I can’t even stand the mere thought of something happening to you… You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day if you keep this up.”

Hearing this made you secretly go in awe. You nuzzled your face into his hair, feeling his soft curls scratch against your skin. Your arms tightened around his neck as you whispered: “I’m sorry… this will never happen again, I promise.”

So Mun nuzzled his head back against your face in returning to your loving gesture, lifting you up slightly so that you were even more pressed against him: “It’s alright, as long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters."

He sent you one of his signature soft smiles, one that almost always beamed on his face whenever he caught a glimpse of you. While he carried you through the night, the streetlights on top of your heads glowing like stars: “The next time you plan on drinking, at least call me over so we can pass out drunk together.”

“And then get smacked on the head by the adults, hooray.”

“We’re also adults, Y/n…”

[celestie0]

HELLO ELLIE. I was wondering, does ihm Gojo have friends? It seems like weird question but i get the vibes that he is lonely man. After his divorce at least. Just him interacting w people for work, his family and us.

Now im wondering that abt us too. We've only seen us talking to our coworker after our 💩 bff and bf thing.

-🥐

HAHA idk why but this question sent me loool

yes he does have friends! just a group of guys around his age he hangs out with occasionally, namely for big sports games or for the occasional camping trip. but kinda like w a lot of adult friendships, he only sees them maybe once every other month

ihm gojo strikes me as the type to know a lot of people and have a lot of “friends” but most of it’s pretty surface level and/or he’s everyone’s confidant but he himself rarely confides in others. so yeah you’re right in a sense! he’s always surrounded by people and well regarded in his community but deep down he’s kinda lonely. when he got divorced, he literally packed his bags and was gone the next day, so he left a lot behind, including years-long mutual friendships he had with his ex wife. i’m sure that would’ve been an isolating experience

i actually think ihm reader is the true lonely one. she’s also well known in her community but that’s mostly because she’s literally lived there her whole life hahah. i think because she was just busy all the time, she had trouble holding down friendships over the years. i would argue hana is her only true friend at this point. choso was obviously there for her for a long time, but we all know how that turned out hahha. yuna too. i imagine going forward she’ll just be more n more weary of making connections w others. but deep down i think she’s actually a really good friend when she has the energy to be one

hope this answers bb <3

[hardworkandguts]

Negative Positive Angler

ネガポジアングラー

(Anime)

Fishing / slice of life by NUT

Era: 2020s

Rating: B

Plot: Tsunehiro Sasaki is not having a great time. He's heavily in debt after failed investments, stopped attending college, his doctor found out he has only about two years to live, and unknowing to him, his house is about to be torn down. One day, trying to escape from his creditors, he falls from a bridge, and as he accepts his fate, he's rescued out of the water by Takaaki and his group of fishing enthusiasts.

Length: 12 episodes

Thoughts: So, a show about fishing. Right. We're really starting to get into the “press random article on Wikipedia until a sport or hobby appears” phase of having too many shows. But here's the thing: when the end product is this solid, you could make a show even out of (tries method)... 1930s racing. Well, that's not hard, just hope you like characters dying in the most horrific ways. Anyway, This is a show I've picked out mostly out of curiosity, and it really paid off, arguably the best non remake I've followed during the Fall 2024 season after Acro Trip fizzled out a bit.

Like many of these shows, even if you don't know anything about fishing, it tries to fill you in with the basics with the main character acting as an audience surrogate, every episode has five minutes to go over some technique, equipment or basic knowledge, and you really don't need to know anything about fishing to enjoy this, you're not even forced to learn anything, more often than not those moments are used to connect characters to each other - by the final episodes, quite literally.

This is mostly a show where Sasaki gets to see his life through a different lens - he's really not in a good place at the start, but changes thanks to the kindness of those around him, starting with Takaaki who offers him a place to stay and to pay off his debt so that at least the loan sharks are no longer chasing him, and over time he also realises other people have problems too, there's an whole episode dealing with the Manager's estranged kid and his troubles connecting with him. What's more surprising about this show is how oddly upbeat it is for a show where the main character is dying. True he doesn't say anything, you just kinda forget... until reality comes knocking and things get real *fast* for the conclusion of the story, and indeed, other people have problems as well. Not really expecting a second season, but I don't think it needs one anyway - this is a fun show that tells a good story that ends in a good place in these 12 episodes, and you're probably going to want to rewatch it again in the future.

Character design is just great and the best I've seen this season. From Hana's blobby hair and Ice’s metamorphosis between her gremlin and model looks to Fujishiro in his permanent balding, chibi mode and Takaaki who kinda looks like a male version of Harako from FLCL (although with the opposite effect in the main characters life), everyone is pretty dynamic (there's a scene where Hana ends in gremlin mode and Ice in her model looks just because) and easily distinguishable.

Recommended to: anyone looking for a mostly chill slice of life

Plus:

Great character design

A chill time, very heartwarming

Minus:

Nothing big to report, but the final episodes can be a bit of a mood swing.

[katsona-the-katsequel]

Mitsuru Kirijo's Rampage

Second of the P3 Club Book mini-stories. This time, we're focusing on Mitsuru.

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Mitsuru Kirijo was troubled.

Apparently, she was a little different from the average girl her age.

Thinking back, up until now, she had spent every day fighting shadows and studying. She didn't shy away from any hardships if it would help her beloved father, and she thought that was just normal. Until recently.

The trigger must have been the school trip. Unlike everyday school studies, even if it was only for a few days, sharing meals and sleeping quarters with classmates from morning till night forced her to become aware of this little by little.

How should she put it? She felt like she was a little out of touch with common sense. Come to think of it, it often seemed like her friends in SEES and the members of the Student Council were distancing themselves from her.

Just the other day, she honestly asked Akihiko Sanada, "Hey, am I... not normal?"

After hearing Mitsuru's question, Akihiko remained motionless with his usual refreshing smile on his face, and after a good minute or so, he gave a passionate speech about how important individuality is, and how wonderful it is that each and every person is different, and then left singing. The song he hummed was "Sekai ni Hitotsu Dake no Hana." It was impressive that he refused to make eye contact with Mitsuru until the very end.

She finally realized that this was a roundabout way of saying "there is a problem."

As the Student Council president who stands above the other students, and as the person in charge of SEES, this couldn't be good! It was probably impossible to acquire common sense overnight, but at the very least, she would become someone who was loved by the people around her! It was no wonder that Mitsuru was so inspired. And, being her character, she acted quickly... Even if it was a nuisance.

"President? What did you just say?"

"What? What's wrong? N-No... that's not it... What's wrong? C-Chihiro?"

"H-Huh!? AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

The screams of Chihiro Fushimi, the Student Council treasurer, echoed through the Student Council room. The day after school, Mitsuru's "Strategy to Become a Person Everyone Loves" was put into action. She immediately put it into action and achieved great results.

What she was doing was nothing special. She just wanted to imitate the speech and movements of the most friendly girl Mitsuru knew, Fuuka Yamagishi, just to get the hang of it. That was it.

Unfortunately for everyone, the impact was greater than anyone had expected. Mitsuru simply responded to Chihiro's question, "President, how should we handle this?" with the following words.

"C-Chihiro, what do you think we should do?"

And then she smiled.

She intended to smile softly, but she was unaware that the corners of her cheeks were twitching because she had overworked facial muscles that she didn't normally use. As a result, rather than a smile, it looked more like she was plotting something.

But even so, Mitsuru was genuinely worried about Chihiro, who had screamed and gone completely white, and called out to her gently, "Are you okay, Chihiro?"

This was the final blow.

Crack. Chihiro heard the sound of something breaking inside her.

"Nooooooo! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I apologize if I was wrong! Please! Forgive me! If there's something you want to say, you can torture me to death! Please don't swallow me whole and let me slowly dissolve alive in your stomach, torturing me to death! I'm so sorry!"

Witnessing an impossible and abnormal phenomenon, Chihiro's fragile mind was easily burned. Tormented by fear, her mind filled with persecution complexes, she ended up curled up in a fetal position, muttering incomprehensible things.

"Uh... Hey, Fushimi? Everyone? Wh-what's wrong? What happened?"

When Mitsuru finally realized what was going on after seeing Chihiro's crazy behavior and looked around, there was no one left in the Student Council room who could speak properly.

"No. It was my fault for imitating Yamagishi so poorly. As expected, I couldn't compete with the real thing."

After the disaster in the Student Council room was brought to an end by the sirens of several ambulances, Mitsuru took Fuuka, whom she had met by chance in the hallway, to the roof of the high school building. Feeling a little down that her plan had failed, Mitsuru apologized to Fuuka for using her as an example without her permission and frankly asked her the reason for her mistake.

"After all... a person's tone of voice and behavior are unique to them... No matter how hard you try, it's inevitable that you'll make a mistake at some point."

"But then... everyone seems to take a step back. It seems like my attitude is too stiff."

"If so, then maybe we should talk about..."

"Who?"

"I only had a short time to spend with him, but when I talked to him, I found him to be a really interesting guy. At first I was a little scared and didn't want to get close to him, but he jokes around a lot."

"Are you serious? I see..."

Mitsuru remembered Aragaki's face when he had just entered high school. It's true that before that incident, Aragaki was a rather cheerful person.

In other words, he had a personality similar to Junpei's today.

"I see... that makes sense! Yamagishi, I'm in your debt!"

"Eh? Ah... Kirijo-senpai? Where are you going?"

"I'll go back to the dorms right away and start working on my draft! Luckily, tomorrow is the day of the school assembly!"

With that, Mitsuru left Fuuka behind and ran off at breakneck speed. Her speed was like that of Archimedes who, while taking a bath, shouted "I got it!" and ran out naked into the street. Of course, Mitsuru had no idea what was going on.

The next morning, all the students were gathered in the auditorium for an assembly. After the usual sleep-inducing address from the principal and various warnings from the head teacher of the year, an announcement echoed through the auditorium: "Next, we have an announcement from the Student Council. President, please." Then, standing tall and dignified as always, Mitsuru Kirijo appeared on the stage.

Mitsuru's footsteps echoed as she took center stage, slightly adjusting the angle of the microphone on the podium, and turned her gaze forward, surveying every corner of the auditorium. It was truly the dignity of a queen. There was not even a trace of the crazy look from yesterday, and she looked just as dignified as ever, and the student council members waiting in the wings breathed a sigh of relief.

"...Good morning~☆"

A short, light murmur spread across the room. For a moment, everyone there must have thought they were hearing an auditory hallucination. All except Fuuka Yamagishi, who was remembering the careless advice she had given yesterday, and turned pale.

Mitsuru became anxious as the murmur gradually increased. Something was wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to start off with a light hook to ease the tension of the audience, and then have them laughing with a succession of witty jokes... for that purpose she had gone out of her way to buy "100 American Jokes" and "French Anecdotes for Adults" at a second-hand bookstore and studied them thoroughly. Perhaps the jokes were just too old, even though they were famous lines from a morning children's program that was all the rage when Mitsuru was a child. However, as someone who rarely watched TV these days, she could think of one... there it was! She was sure that the recent trend that Iori had mentioned would work.

"...this seems like a tough crowd, even for Mitsuru Kirijo, Ace Detective¹."

(Shhh)

This time silence enveloped the surroundings. On average, each student had an extra five gray hairs. No one moved. Then, after a moment of silence, a loud scream from Chihiro resounded, "Nooooooooo!" It seemed that the trauma from yesterday had come back to life at this exact moment. If this were a workplace instead of a school, I'm sure she would receive work-related compensation for PTSD.

That day, more than 10 ambulances were called to Gekkoukan High School.

After school, Mitsuru was really depressed. The speech she had been thinking about almost all night had ended in a disastrous failure, but more than anything, she went to tell Fuuka that she hadn't been able to put her advice to good use.

"I don't mind, but from now on, please refrain from using the Mabufudyne (1.5 times stronger due to the Freezing High Booster) in front of ordinary people, hehe."

She was really taken aback by the harsh words she said. That showed how venomous Fuuka was. By the way, there was not even a trace of a smile in Fuuka's eyes.

So Mitsuru was feeling depressed and trudged back to the dorm.

"Huh? Hey there, Mitsuru-senpai."

A voice Mitsuru knew very well called out.

It was the voice of Yukari Takeba. Usually, at this point, she would have said, "Oh, Yukari, are you coming home now too?" and so on, and the conversation would start naturally. However, Mitsuru was completely out of sorts after a series of failures.

It was driving her crazy.

"Eh? Y-yes, Yukari..."

If her words were not like Mitsuru's, then her attitude was also not like Mitsuru's, for she had a timid expression on her face, as if she was peering at Yukari's reaction from below.

"…"

"..."

"...That was weird."

Yukari's merciless words pierced Mitsuru's heart deeply. And then...

"Uh... uhh."

"Oh, what? Mitsuru-senpai?"

"...Uh..."

"What? No way! Hey, please don't cry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It was just a little joke. Oh, there you go."

Mitsuru was bawling like a child.

In the evening, Yukari brought Mitsuru, whose tears wouldn't stop, to the grounds of Naganari Shrine. The small jungle gym and the grounds beyond were bathed in orange light from the shining setting sun.

"I'm sorry... I thought maybe even Yukari had lost interest in me, so I..."

"But that's not true!"

Although the corners of her eyes were a little red, Mitsuru had somehow managed to stop crying and seemed to have calmed down a bit now.

"So, what happened? Today's assembly was pretty weird, to be honest."

Although it was because of their close friendship, Yukari's frank way of speaking made Mitsuru stumble, but she continued to calmly explain what had happened the other day. After hearing everything, Yukari sighed deeply and said bluntly,

"Isn't that stupid?"

"Why are you calling me stupid? I'm being serious..."

"You're an idiot!"

As Yukari said this and looked into Mitsuru's eyes, she looked a little angry for some reason.

"Y-Yukari?"

"Senpai, you don't understand at all!"

A face that looked angry, yet had a hint of loneliness.

"Okay, I'll only say it once, okay? Can't you see? None of the people in the dorm or the Student Council shun you, let alone hate you!"

"Yukari..."

"Why did Fuuka give Mitsuru-senpai such kind advice? Everyone was surprised to see you acting differently because they think the usual you is better, right? Seriously, it's a bad habit of yours to always be convinced and rush ahead on your own, isn't it?"

"I wonder if it's okay for me to stay like this?"

"You're fine just the way you are, senpai!"

"Even if I don't have common sense?"

"I don't have any expectations!"

"...Don't you think they dislike me?"

"Everyone loves you, senpai!"

One keyword contained in Yukari's words struck Mitsuru's heart. It was the word she had wanted most, even though she hadn't realized it.

"Once again!"

"Huh?"

Mitsuru, who should have been feeling depressed and dejected, suddenly turned around and confronted Yukari with great anger.

"What you just said..."

"Eh? Everyone likes you?"

With the handwritten words visible in the background, Mitsuru was so moved that her whole body was trembling. Then, her face flushed even more, she questioned Yukari.

"Yu-Yukari... what... did you say!?"

"M-Me?! I... I don't have to say it."

"I can't hear you!"

"Oh come on! I don't have to say that out loud... Ah..."

Yukari was about to say that Mitsuru would understand without her saying anything, but then she looked into her eyes and realized. Mitsuru, of course, understood without her having to say anything. But what she needed now was clear words from Yukari. Seeing Mitsuru's desperate gaze pleading with her, Yukari gave a wry smile and said,

"I like you too, Mitsuru-senpai. L-like everyone else does, too."

She spoke heartfelt words to Mitsuru, but also remembered to warn her so that she didn't think her as strange.

"Well, well! It's getting dark soon, so let's hurry back to the dorms!"

Yukari stood up from the bench, trying to hide the color on her cheeks, and turned her back to Mitsuru. Mitsuru followed suit, hurriedly standing up as well.

"Y-yes, Yukari! Wait a second, if possible, try to say that... again..."

Blushing even more than Yukari, Mitsuru repeated the same words she had said earlier, but Yukari continued to walk ahead without paying any attention to her.

"I don't know. Haven't you had enough?"

"...Yukari is surprisingly stingy..."

"What do you mean, stingy? Stingy!"

"You're so stingy. Just the other day..."

"Oh, should we bring that up again? You're the one..."

The two of them walked through the twilight, yelling and screaming. They looked like best friends who had known each other for 10 years. Before she knew it, Mitsuru's small worries had melted away like snow in spring.

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¹. "I'm a helpless/surrendering samurai" / "お手上げ侍", a joke Junpei made in the game. No matter what Junpei told Mitsuru in this story, its not a trend. He just made an expression about giving up and tried to make it popular but failed. Yeah... maybe that is why it was replaced by the "Ace Detective" bit in the localization. I tried my hand at a replacement joke.

Tag List: @kerto-p

[ovwechoes]

hope ur having a nide day so far!!

could u do tokkitsune hcs? sfw or nsfw i dont mind :D

i main kiri and i tweak out when theres a dva but it feels like nobody cares about tokkitsune anymore :(

TokKitsune / D.Va x Kiriko Headcanons (SFW) I never see anything for them anymore so I'm happy to write some (as a D.Va main)! I'll keep them SFW and if you'd like some NSFW ones send another ask through! Thank you for the request and they're under the cut - enjoy!

Who confessed? How did it go? Kiriko did imo - she's more open to the possibility of embarrassing herself with the confession, and would rather get the whole ordeal through and done with so that if she's rejected, the blow will be softer than if she waited too long. It caught Hana off guard, and at first I think that they had sort of a situationship, not putting a label on what they were with each other before actually asking each other if they wanted to be together officially. It was a sweet confession though, and Hana teases Kiriko all the time about how nervous she clearly was, with Kiriko doing the same back for when Hana explained she felt the same way.

Do they live together or want to? I like to imagine that they want to live together, and kind of already do with them both working for Overwatch now. In the beginning, they wanted to take things slow so they avoided the conversation of living together as much as they could, but they realised overtime how much they liked the close proximity they had in the OVW HQ. It made them realise that living together fully, in an apartment or home, wouldn't be any different besides from how many people lived with them. It's something they've decided they want, and they like the idea of having their own privacy and space away from prying eyes. Hana would've been the one to initiate it, asking what Kiriko felt about it and wanting to understand her perspective fully before asking if she wanted to start saving up with her to move out the HQ.

What is their relationship dynamic like? They're definitely the to be ‘opposites attract’ - Hana's the type of person who's introverted but still friendly, and enjoys her friendships even though her social batteries are worn down and barely functioning. She enjoys being able to do simple things with Kiriko, and often finds that Kiriko recharges her energy, bringing new motivation to her life that she hasn't found elsewhere. On the other hand, Kiriko's more extroverted and has practically a brand new social battery; she's not afraid to call people out or jeopardise her friendships with others because they go against her own moral code, and she often finds it hard to forgive and forget. With Hana, she's found herself learning how to forgive, and how to move on from her grudges. Kiriko still struggles with calling people out in an abrupt, brutally honest way, but Hana's shown her that she can do that and stand for her morals without letting her emotions overshadow her intentions. Kiriko likes that they have opposite approaches to things, and enjoys being with someone who's different from her and can show her things that she might not have considered in the past.

What are some places that are memorable for them, and hold importance in their relationship? One of the most memorable would be Kanezaka - when Hana surprised Kiriko with a trip there to celebrate their anniversary, it made her heart soar to know someone remembered that important place to her. Hana was curious about all the things that Kiriko told her about in the past, and wanted to see them for herself finally, so it was a trip that made them bond even more. It was a trip down memory lane, and they both enjoyed exploring Kiriko's past and seeing things that they might've forgotten about or were fixated on in previous conversations. It helped them bond too, and now they make an effort to explore Kanezaka together for their anniversaries, making a promise to do something new and exciting each time. Another general place that's memorable and important for them and their relationship is karaoke bars - their first date was at one, and they enjoyed every minute of embarrassing themselves to each other over bottles upon bottles of soju. It was the first time that they kissed, too, and so whenever they see one it brings up small, funny memories that they tease each other with. It's sweet, and they can't help but give into the temptation of spending the evening at whichever one they saw first, re-enacting their first date but with much more confidence, trust and love for one another.

What are some things they find challenging with each other? How do they work through it? Kiriko finds that she struggles the most with Hana's stubbornness, especially when it comes to accepting help. She finds it hard to watch Hana asleep at her desk, with alarms set for 30 mins from when she fell asleep so that she can continue her work without letting exhaustion get to the best of her. Hana refuses to accept Kiriko's help out of fear of being seen as too reliant, and it's something that Kiriko finds frustrating with her. All she wants to do is lend a hand, or an ear, or anything like that, and she feels helpless knowing that Hana wont accept it. It's something they've talked about, Hana feeling as though that it's not a valid argument and reassuring Kiriko that she truly genuinely doesn't need the help, but appreciates the offers always. It's led to Kiriko teaching herself how to cope with the refusals, and processing the fact that it's not personal and that if Hana wants help, she'll come to her (which she has in the past a couple times). It was hard for her, but she's willing to look past it because the positives of the relationship make this all the more worthwhile, and she isn't going to ruin a good thing because of an issue like this. Hana finds that she struggles the most with Kiriko's recklessness. She understands that Kiriko has a strong desire to show she can protect her loved ones and prove to them that she's someone they can trust, but it breaks Hana's heart when Kiriko comes back from missions with injuries that could've been prevented if this wasn't the case. The amount of pep talks and lectures Hana's given Kiriko about being safer, not to underestimate her enemy's abilities, and to consider her safety more often is insane. Hana worries about Kiriko a lot, and she's learned that as long as she's available to protect her when needed, and help her back up when she's injured, then she's doing something good for her. She wouldn't tell Kiriko how it makes her feel, though, and would instead try and give her ways to protect herself, or talk to others on the same missions as her about keeping an eye out on her.

How often do they go on dates, and what are some they enjoy the most? With their busy schedules, they only tend to go on dates when they're off work, and even then that entirely depends on how much energy Hana has left to spare for the day. Kiriko doesn't mind it, of course, and loves to be able to spend time with her partner no matter what they're doing together. One of the most common would be karaoke dates, or dinner dates at restaurants they've frequented so often to that they have their own table that the staff always escort them to. On the other hand, they'll sometimes enjoy movie nights in, picnic dates at night, or simply spa dates where they do all the high-maintenance things they've been putting off together like waxing, skin care, lash perms, the lot. If they're on the low end of their budget, they'll usually go to the store and buy new skincare they want to try, and spend the night in their robes helping each other with them while they watch reality tv shows with some takeout. It's their way of relaxing, often finding it more rewarding that spending more money doing something they might hate in the end. Though, they're not fussy and they love to spend time with each other in any way possible.

[majimalicious]

Chou no Doku Hana no Kusari - Gensou Yawa (Majima SS)

甘い檻- Sweet Cage (Fandisk Tokuten cd) 

(Stellaworth tokuten drama cd)

*The transcribed script exists in the second artbook.

*sound of a sliding door opening*

"I'm home... Ah, were you waiting for me? Hehe, thank you. …Come here."

*hugs her*

"Sigh… This feels so calming… Even though it was only a few days, being apart from you felt like years had passed."

"I missed you… I couldn't stop thinking about you every single day. …It was unbearable, so much so that I tried to keep myself busy on purpose—just to stop myself from thinking too much."

"Did you miss me too? Hehe, I thought so… I'm really sorry for always leaving you alone. If only I didn’t have to work overseas…"

Hm? Ah… yeah, you're right. I go on way too many business trips, don’t I…? I do want to do something about it, but…"

"Huh? You want to know what kind of work I do? Hmm… I can’t go into too much detail, but… let’s see… Well, I handle a lot of things. Buying and selling goods, management… things like that."

"...Eh. You’re asking if it’s really work? Don't tell me…are you… doubting me?"

"Ahahaha…! Oh, I see… I never even considered that, but… yeah, I guess from your perspective, it must seem incredibly suspicious."

"Ahaha, sorry, sorry! Please don’t pout like that. Hehe… But you know, I can’t help feeling a little happy that you’d get jealous over me."

"I always thought I was the only one getting jealous… After all, even when I’m away, I still have someone keeping an eye on you— ah."

"Ahaha! No, no, I’m just kidding! Ahaha! There’s no way that’s true… Come on, don’t make that face, everything’s fine."

"Well… I do have work in Japan too, but my main base is in China. So every now and then, I have to go back to give direct instructions and check on things..."

"Honestly, it would be better if I stayed in China all the time. But there's you to consider... and, well, I also want to expand my work here in Japan. I guess for now, I’ll have to keep up this lifestyle."

*hugs her again*

"You were that lonely? Yeah, I can understand that...It’s my fault for not explaining things more clearly, but I can see why you’d feel anxious being on your own... I’m sorry…"

"Ahh… You’re just too adorable when you say things like that… Now I don’t think I can hold back anymore. Can we go to the bedroom just like this?"

"Hehe, look at you, turning all red… But you wanted this too, didn’t you? Meanwhile, I can barely last a single day without you…"

"...Ah—dinner’s already ready? Hmm, I see… but....here...touch it."

*touches (his hard pp) over the clothes*

"Just hugging you and I end up like this… It seems like we won’t even have the chance to eat dinner… But we'll eat properly later, okay!?"

"Is that alright? …Hehe, thank you. I feel like a hungry wolf coming back… I can’t control myself like this, but it’s only with you."

*lifts her up*

"I’ll make you believe that soon… Just leave everything to me."

*sound of walking down a hallway*

*sound of a sliding door opening*

*pushes her onto the futon*

"Hah… This feels so good… Holding you like this, with my whole body, really fills my heart…"

"But how can I prove that you're the only one I see... That my heart and body crave nothing but you..."

"Even if you lined up the most stunning women right in front of me, my heart wouldn’t move an inch..."

(05:07)

"Because no woman could ever compare to you... compared to my perfect wife, they're nothing more than debris"

"What about you...? If one day a man far more charming than I am appears, wouldn't your heart be stolen away?"

*hugs her*

"Ah... mmm, what's wrong...?Ah... mmm..."*kiss*

*kiss*

"Ha... ah... you're being quite... aggressive, aren't you...?Mmm, huff... hmm...Did you get angry because I doubted you...? Mm, huff..."

*kiss*

"Hah, huff... mmm... ah... but when we're sucking each other's mouths like this...it's impossible to think about anything trivial...."

*kiss*

"Mmm, mmm... ah, ah... I can't take it anymore... ha... your kisses feels so incredibly good..."

*Yuriko licks Majimas ear*

"Ha... ah... no, that's... not there... ah... don't, it's dirty... ha... ah... don't put your tongue in...mmm, mmm..."

"Ah... ahh... it feels so thrilling... ha... it's such a strange feeling... ah... haa... ah..."

"How... how did you learn to do something like this...?" Ha... whether it felt good...? Well... as for me... if it's something you want to do, I'll let you do anything..."

*sound of clothes being removed*

"Ah... hey, not there... so suddenly... ha... ah... eh, what's going on... today...?"

*Yuriko gives Majima a bj*

"Ah, ah... ha... ah... n-no, don't suck that hard... ah... it's been a while so...I'll cum right away..."

"Haa, ah... Th-that's right... Lick it gently... Because I want to come inside you first... Ah, haa..."

"Mmm, kuh... ah... the tip, I told you that's too much... you know how sensitive I am... don't stimulate me too much there... if I let my guard down, I'll cum right away....."

"Haa, haa... Ah, ok stop now... I want to put it in you... Please... Is it okay...?"

*sound of pushing down*

"Ah... I can't win against your aggressiveness... Looks like I'll be the only one left moaning at this rate... Hehe, but I won't allow that... I want to hear your voice too..."

*wet noises*

"Ah... you're so wet... it's even running down your thighs... Could it be that you were already like this from the moment we first embraced at the entrance...?"

"What... so you wanted this just as badly, didn't you...? I thought I was the only one being so eager..."

"Hehe, that makes me happy... We're always like this, aren't we...? Every time we touch, our bodies instinctively crave each other... and we can't help but embrace... 

(murmurs) How sinful..."

"Ah, it's nothing... it's fine... You can be as shameless as you want in front of me... because I'm the same... When I'm with you, my desire becomes bottomless..."

(10:15)

"You already want it so badly...? That's fine... let's do it as much as we want... until the sky turns white... in this place where no one can disturb us..."

*puts it in*

"Ha... ahh...! Ah... ah... ha... I feel like I'm going to faint... Why does it feel so good inside you...?"

*wet noises*

"Ah, ah, ha... ah, I can’t stop... your insides are swelling already... ha, they’re tightening around me so hotly...ah, it’s too much...!"

"Mmm... ah, kuh, ha... ah... do you feel good...? Are you enjoying it...? Ha, ah... I'm happy too... ah...h..."

*wet noises*

"Haah, ahh, ah, ah... you're squeezing me so tight... haah, ahh, I feel like I'm going to die... ah... my mind is going completely blank..."

"Kuh, ah... ahh... have you been cumming nonstop...? Your insides are convulsing... ah... I... I'm about to cum too..."

"Haah, ahh... just knowing that I'm the only one who gets to hold your lewd body… it excites me so much, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind..."

"I'm the only one who gets to have you... and you're the only one who gets to have me... isn't that right...? Haah, ahh... forever, just the two of us..."

*wet noises*

"Fua, ah, ahh... it feels so good... haah, ah, ahh... I love you... ha... forever... I'll always love only you...!"

"Haah, ahh, ah... so please, only look at me... stay mine and mine alone... ah, haah, ah, ah, ah..."

"Ha... kua, ah... ahh, let's cum together... just like this... ah, ahh... ah..."

*cumming*

"Fua... ahhh...!!"

*climax*

"Haah... haah... haah... ahh... that was incredible... it felt like I went to heaven... haha..."

"Ahh... even if I tried to cheat you with someone else... it would be impossible... I can’t be apart from you..."

"It was already decided from the moment we met... that I wouldn’t be able to live without you..."

"When you're not with me, I go into withdrawal... I swear, I'm not lying... That’s why, every time I board the ship home, I feel restless, like I can't sit still..."

"Hey... so don’t ever leave me, okay...? If you ever tried, I’d search every inch of the earth to find you... and once I do, I’ll make sure you never escape again..."

"Hehe... just kidding... I already know you’d never run away from me..."

"Huh? What’s that…? You want me to lock you up...? What are you even saying…? Eh...?Because that way, we could always be together…?"

"Honestly... just how cute can you be...? If you keep saying things like that, I might actually lock you up for real..."

"Hehe... But the truth is, I’ve already been captured... trapped inside the sweet cage that is you..."

"Kiss me... I need more of you..."

*kiss*

"Mmm... *kiss*... haah… so sweet... Still not enough…? You’re right… Then let’s just stay like this forever… locked in each other’s arms..."

"Forever and ever... for all eternity..."

(16:43)

[chanoyu-to-wa]

The Chanoyu Hyaku-shu [茶湯百首], Part I:  Poem 15.

〽 Yo-so nado ni hana wo okura-ba, sono hana ha           hiraki-sugishi wo yaranu-mono nari

     [餘所などに花を贈らば、其の花は           開き過ぎしを遣らぬ物也].

    “If [you] want to send flowers from a different place (or somewhere like that)¹ [to someone] as a gift:  if [that flower’s] blooming season has already past [in the place where the recipient is living], then it would be better if [that flower] is not sent.”

     Chanoyu, especially as it developed into a social activity, was intended to be strictly “of the moment.”  So if the utensils and food are supposed to be seasonally appropriate, how much more so the flowers.  But what this poem is hinting at is not just that the flowers be “in season,” but that this seasonality be relative to the place where the tea gathering is going to be held.  And if nothing is available in the locale (as sometimes happens over the course of the year), then it is better to display no flowers at all, than to use something that is out of season.

    And if these are the rules that should be observed by the host, how much more so should another person be sensitive to them, so that they do not inadvertently tempt the host into committing a faux pas by sending flowers to him that the know will no longer be in season in the host’s area.

    Once again, Katagiri Sekishū seems to have uncovered a variant which is found nowhere else:

〽 yo-so nado [h]e hana wo okuraba, sono hana no          hiraki-ōki ha yaranu-mono nari

    [餘所などへ花を贈らば、その花の          開き多きは遣らぬ物なり].

    “If [you] are going to give flowers to [someone] in another place, or the like, if those flowers are already blooming profusely [in the potential recipient’s place], then there is no need to send [the flowers are].”

    While this is also a validly made argument², the fact that this version of the poem is unattested elsewhere might suggest it is spurious -- that it was added to a collection in order to increase the number to a full 100 verses.

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¹Yo-so nado ni [餘所などに]:  yo-so [餘所] means another place, elsewhere; precisely what the addition of nado [など] (which means and so forth, and the like) is supposed to imply, however, is unclear.  Perhaps Jōō just wanted to imply that the source of the flower was a different place from that where the chakai was going to be held; or, perhaps, he just needed an additional two syllables to make the kami-no-ku [上の句] complete.

    The poem is talking about a situation such as where an acquaintance has made a trip to the mountains, and finds flowers just coming into bloom there that have already passed their season in the place where the host lives.  So, hoping to share the pleasure, he picks some with the intention of either bringing them home, or sending them off by a messenger.

    While the possibility that the flowers will be displayed during a chakai is not actually addressed in the poem, this seems to be Jōō’s fear; so he undertakes to discourage the present.

    In fact, the only way to guarantee a strict fidelity to the rule of the blooming season in the place where the gathering will be held is to grow the flowers on the grounds.  And, indeed, a careful study of Rikyū’s several surviving kai-ki suggests that he only displayed a flower during the goza when it was blooming in the corner of his vegetable garden* where he grew some of his favorite flowers for chabana.

    That this idea of growing the flowers oneself contradicts the teachings of most modern schools is not really relevant, since these rules grew up during the Edo period, when chanoyu had become the purview of the moneyed classes who had the leisure (or the staff of underlings) to wander around in the mountains in search of rare and unusual wild flowers for use during their chakai -- which practice actually violates the intended meaning of this poem. ___________ *In Rikyū’s day (and for most of the pre-modern period), there was no real way to store fresh vegetables.  Where possible, they were either bought and used immediately, or, when it was the type of vegetable that could be sold with roots, those not immediately consumed were healed in in a part of the compound that was designated the kitchen garden -- this practice would extend their usefulness for several to many days.

    It was in this area that Rikyū appears to have planted some of his favorite flowers for chabana, so he could avail himself of their flowers in a strictly seasonal way -- seasonal because he would use them when they naturally flowered on the premises (which is what the poem suggests is the ideal).

²If the flowers are already present in abundance in the place where the gathering will be held, the chabana will hardly be something that will attract the eyes of the guests.  So if they are unlikely to take much notice of it, it would be better to simply eschew the display of flowers entirely.

    In the modern world, we have become habituated to a rigid series of rules -- such as that the kakemono must be displayed in the toko during the shoza, with a chabana taking its place during the goza.  But in Jōō’s and Rikyū’s day, these “rules” were, at best, recommendations.  If the host did not have a kakemono (or if his kakemono was, for some reason, not appropriate to the occasion*), then he did not hang a scroll during the shoza; and if he did not have any flowers available (or if the flowers to which he had access were so common in the area that they would be uninteresting to the guests), then he did without flowers.

    Today people tend to take offense when the toko is empty, but in the past, having something displayed there was taken as a sort of bonus attraction.  Since the only reason why a tokonoma was appended to the tea room was because the host possessed a meibutsu kakemono, then, particularly in the West, it might be better to make rooms without toko -- with the kakemono suspended directly on one wall when displaying it was appropriate -- since then the absence of either scroll or flowers will not be missed†. ___________ *In the early days, particularly in the wabi small room, the preferred kakemono was a bokuseki, which was usually a hō-go [法語] (a text advocating for, or explaining, the Buddhist law).  Such scrolls could be hung at any time, and so there were no problems.  But paintings or poetry often have strictly seasonal themes; so unless the host had a specific reason for hanging that subject, it would be better not to do so if it would seem irrelevant to the occasion.

†Rikyū’s Mozuno ko-yashiki [百舌鳥野小屋敷], which was the last small room that he erected, approached this notion by having no real toko at all.

    It did have a 1-shaku 5-sun deep recess on the far side of the room, but since the floor and walls and ceiling were contiguous with those of the rest of the room, its being empty would have had no other effect than to make the room seem a little more spacious (especially when there were three guests sitting in the two-mat room).

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[enha-stars]

okay. after doing some breathing exercises for ten minutes, i can now tweak out whilst breathing. stay tuned.

this is me right now.

i just want to start off by saying that this is one of, if not THE, most beautifully written pieces of works i have ever read.

starting off with the beginning, with the softness of the airport and the plane ride. can i just say, what the fuck

“Let us take care of you, yeah?” Jay interrupts, numbing his shoulder into yours. “You’ve been running all over Europe these past four years and we’ve only seen you a handful of times. You deserve to relax on this trip.”

i'm not kidding when i say that jay had me giggling and crying. i know this is hee's story, BUT THE WAY YOU WROTE ALL THE MEMBERS?? THE SOFTNESS OF THEIR INTERACTIONS WITH YN????? i can't handle it. i quite literally almost died multiple times. wdym jake fell asleep on my shoulder??? sunghoon taking my luggage?? ENOUGH.

the entire part about sitting next to heeseung on the plane had me throwing up and gnawing on my fist. i was doing laps, holding in my pee. i'm still holding in my pee.

“You’re not asking.” He says it with a smile and it makes you cower into yourself. “You should move to your new seat so we don’t hold up the line.” Heeseung suggests it in a way that is reminiscent of the days where he’d give up his sweet treats because you wanted a taste. It tugs at your heartstrings but you don’t have time to think about that when you notice how the plane is starting to fill up. 

OKAY????? so you hate me. so heeseung get's to be awkward and sweet and i have to live with that? IM ILL. AND THEN HIM ORDERING EXTRA WATER FOR ME????? k great what i died. so he cares about me. so he pays attention to my needs.

For the next hour, Heeseung looks like he wants to say something to you.

ENOUGH. i can so imagine him glancing over, his adorable huge eyes drifting to and from you. the tension, the push and pull, ITS KILLING ME.

don't even get me started on the whole marvel/iron man scene. first of all, hee is a man of taste. i love it. AND THEN SUNOO TAKING A PICTURE OF THEM??? sunoo is so me.

“It’s weird seeing you in your element,” Jay comments as he stands beside you, periodically checking the turnstile for his luggage. “A good kind of weird.” 

every time you talked about y/n being in her element, being so comfortable in europe and finding pride in guiding her friends, a part of me melted. to see how she cared so much about her friends to show this part of herself and then for her friends to appreciate her like :((((((( K.

also i can't handle the fact that Jay visited her. i just can't. he's too pure for this world. why did you write him like this. i can't even have him.

“You guys looked pretty cozy,” Sunoo comments. “It was nice seeing you two like that again.” “It felt nice,” he mutters. “I really missed her.” 

sunoo my baby girl, my darling. you are so real, i bet the did look super cute and lovely and i'm sure it was nice. the way that sunoo, jay, sunghoon, and jake all talked to them and wants whats best for them :((((((((((((((( can't

AND HEE'S "I REALLY MISSED HER" you are KILLING ME

can i just talk about your actual writing? absolutely stunning. so beautiful, so descriptive. the scenes of you describing the hotels and streets of london and paris, as well as everyone's dynamic really made this story. you're so talented, seph.

heeseung and yn sharing stories of their childhoods :((( enough. AND THEN THE WHOLE BOOKSTORE SCENE? might as well just make a "i hate hana, die" post because why.

“That sounds like something you’d do.” You cast your eyes to the floor. “It’s crazy that there’s parts of you that I don’t know.” “Yeah,” you mumble solemnly. Heeseung’s eyes bore into the side of your face as you pretend to look at the titles of the books. 

i feel sick. genuinely, there's nothing worse than going from knowing someone so well to not knowing them anymore. and it's even worse when you have all this old knowledge of them but it has nothing to do with who they are now. i can just imagine the way hee's heart fell to his ass.

heeseung being yn's safe place during everything :((( can't even imagine it (yes i can, since jo wrote it all so well)

NOW THE WHOLE BAR SCENE? personally a part of me passed away. i died and i'm still not back. so much happened, so many feelings and then sunghoon and leo, like. you hate me. confirmed.

The months spent apart without phone calls or texts were agony. He loathed hearing what you were up to from your mutual friends or when he accidentally watched your Instagram stories. Seeing you happy without him made his heart lurch, not out of possessiveness, but because he wished you were comfortable enough to share those moments with him. 

k 🤣 this made me SO SAD???????????? i can just imagine the way his breathing would quicken whenever he accidentally clicked on your story, a glance into a life he wasn't part of anymore. no no no no i can't. LOSER BITCH WHY R U LIKE THISSSS (with love)

leo is such a cutie patootie i love him. he treated hee so kindly even though he knew of what happened :((( i love him. i just know he and his brother are hot. anyways, hee figuring out that there's a lot he doesn't know about you.... OKAY?? DAMN. OUCH??

But it feels like this is the first time he’s seeing you for who you are as an adult, not the child that he grew up with. 

enough 😂 PLEASE. this actually broke my heart i had to go downstairs and sit with my mother for a bit. this entire section offered so much depth into heeseung's character, it was so beautiful.

it's so upsetting when you've been parted from soneone and realize that they've outgrown the idea you had of them.

hee being scared of change and wanting to play it safe IS SOOO REAL??? he's just like me fr. i too would much rather play it safe and if a friend ever told me they liked me i would laugh. we are one 🤞🏽 why are you making me go through all this pain please.

Heeseung assumed you needed time to heal from the awkward encounter and hadn’t reached out to you for a week. He didn’t think much of it at the time and hadn’t made plans with you until he realized you’d be leaving for Europe the week following. By then, it had been too late, because he stopped by your house the morning after you left. 

YOU'RE SICKKKK. this is so heart breaking because i can just IMAGINE HIS EYES WIDENING ANF GLAZING OVER AT THE IDEA OF YOU LEAVING BEFORE HE GOT TO SEE YOU??? i will never know peace.

i'm so glad that yn had leo and elizabeth and so many wonderful friends in london. it makes me so happy to know that she wasn't alone. (also yes, i am using she, you, and me, interchangeably i'm not sorry)

i can't believe heeseung keeps fumbling but SUNGHOON BAKBDOAFKADLBFOAF:A D:ABFBFBDBBABS"BDAABNDKDF yeah okay. he's everything to me. such a good friend, i might just have to wife him up (sorry jo and chel). i'll never get over how all of the members always appreciate yn's braveness and her kind resolve. it makes me sick, actually. they love her so much :((((

i'm so glad sunghoon offered more details to yn and kind of confirmed her feelings because um yes??? heeseung is in love with her??? she's right?????? and jealous hee?? SCRUMPTIOUS.

ALSO RAAAHHHHH JAYY!!!!!

HEESEUNG FUMBLING AGAIN???? MF GET YOUR COAT FASTER???? idiot. this is me trying to hold it together because of riki and sunoo.

“My mother, my older sister, and best friend,” Riki says with a hiccup as he engulfs you in a hug. “Seriously, I would be dead in a ditch without you.” “I don’t know a better person,” Sunoo chimes in from where he’s seated. AND “Now I think of her every time I see something yellow.” “That’s kind of fitting though, isn’t it?” Leo asks. “Yellow for sunshine.” 

k guess i WILL kill myself, actually. i was doing great and then you wrote this and LMAOOOOOOO I STARTED SOBBING HAHAHA. aren't you a funny little lad? breaking my heart and mending it together eighteen times. they're so adorable, a little family. i am so sad i don't even know what to do right now.

ALSO THE SENTENCE 'but God, Heeseung wishes he could hide you in his arms instead.' ENOUGHHHHHHHH I CANNOT

The whole Paris part actually ended my life. i went on nature walks. i talked to a few clouds, rolled down a hill. died a bit. then i showered. only to lay on my bed for thirty minutes just staring. like. you did this for what? FOR WHAT???

yn moving away from hee in paris BROKE ME. he deserves it but it breaks my heart, nonetheless. ALSO THE TOKENS OF APPRECIATION???? i cannot. LAWD I CANT. they're all so cute. my babies. my honey buns.

He hates that he can’t read you like he used to. He hates that the other friends know you better than he does, and he hates that he’s in the City of Love and he can’t call you his girlfriend. 

just. breathe, hana. okay. this right here? broke my heart, yup. i can imagine his frown and pain and i want to smooch his head. also the foreshadowing is crazy.

JAKE. MY CUTIE PIE. i love how he said the right things and didn't make the revelation a huge deal. it's so adorable that all the members want what's best for both yn and hee the best happens to be each other like okay :( guess i'll cry then

i want to give jay and jay's father a fat smooch to the brain because they truly made this story. we love kind rich people. i know this is heeseung's fic but the way you wrote jay.... i let my mind wander IM SORRY. HE'S JUST. also him asking the bartender to charge his room??? jay what i jump your bones. HEESEUNG LOOK AWAY.

i'm so glad they talked. idc if it was the wine or what but i am so proud of yn for asking that daunting question. confront yo man!!!

You sniffle and Heeseung wants to cry too. “Everyone came to pick me up at the airport. I kept looking for you but you weren’t there. Jake had to pull me away from baggage claim because he said you weren’t coming but I didn’t listen. I told him he was wrong. You always come.” 

we all cried. died. snot everywhere. you wrote this why? to hurt me? TO BREAK ME? job well done, seph. this gen breaks my heart because i can imagine yn looking around for hee and jake's heart breaking frown. jo got all the shordies crying in the club.

“I was an idiot and stupid,” is the only answer Heeseung can come up with. “I used to be so scared of change. You left the country and I had to start thinking about what I wanted to do with my life but it was so hard without you in it.” “Then why did you leave me?”  His heart shatters. 

yeah, hee, that makes TWO OF US. my heart ALSO shattered. the heart break in this scene had me gripping my bed sheets (not in the good way) and i was barely breathing actually.

IM SO GLAD HE DID NOT FUMBLE THE BAG AGAIN AND HUGGED HER!!!! GOOD JOB, MAN. the entire scene in the bathroom, with heeseung taking off yn's makeup actually made my heart squeeze in my chest. it was so soft, and the soft and hesitant admissions of love made me sob. i'm so proud of hee's character development and his leap into vulnerability.

Heeseung swallows. “But mostly, I just really love you.” You open your eyes for the first time. Heeseung can only stare. “You really hurt me.” He glances down. “I know. I’m sorry.” 

i cried, i laughed, i sobbed. i'm so glad that they hugged. it just felt so pure and soft, and it felt SO realistic. since they technically mended their friendship, a hug just seems so precious. lawd what if i start crying again.

heeseung's “I don’t want you to get over me.” actually slayed me!!! people died!!! there's something so beautiful about desperate and needy men who can voice their emotions. like wdym his eyes began to swell??? the entire scene had me choked up. i don't think i will ever get over "Heeseung missed holding you like this–with your bodies intertwined as if you were two soulmates who were forced apart upon creation." because HUH??? SOULMATES FORCED APART UPON CREATION???????????????? i just heard poets everywhere burn their work.

what i cried. so many emotions. so many feelings. all the feelings. how can you write this and then "he tried not to punch the air" like HES A LOSER UR HONOUR!!! BUT MY LOSER!!!

the whole wake up scene had be choking. him kissing you awake and then calling you "pretty girl" and "my baby" ENOUGH. i love soft hee so much. my favourite. my little precious bean.

AND THEN JAY SUGGESTING TIME ALONE??? someone cooked here. it was me. jay is with me. heesueng look away. i just love everyone's reaction like :((( they r so cute.

I love that heeseung also opened up a bit more, offering more depth into his reasoning. yes, you are scared of change. that's okay! what a cutie patootie i'm gonna be sick.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. Instead, Heeseung grabs your hands and locks his fingers with yours, squeezing three times to tell you he loves you.

yn saying that heeseung is a good person and hee wanting to kiss her i cannot. I CANNOT. DONT MAKE ME. i can't. HIM SQUEEZING HER HAND THREEE TIMES?? YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE HAPPENED THREE TIMES? my death. thanks

JAY AOBFABFKABFOABFOAF. he is not the star of the show BUT HE IS! GENIUS! MASTERMIND! him using his connections to get that reservation what IF I DIED???

the whole date scene had me running LAPS. please. heeseung is so awkward and lover boy and his “Wow,” he mutters. “Just…wow.” and “I look fine,” he says to himself in the mirror. like he really is a loser i love him so much. he's so soft and tiny and adorable and heart eyes i can't

“I feel lucky to have people in my life who care about me this much,” you say. “I’m so happy you’re back in my life.” “I’m happy to be in it.” Heeseung squeezes your waist. “Deep down, it’s always been you that I’ve loved. There’s not a single person who makes me feel the way you do.” “Yeah?” 

OUT FOR BLOOD, YOU ARE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN. EXPLAIN YOURSELF. ALWAYS BEEN YOU I LOVED???????????????????? LAWWWDDDD JUST TAKE ME NOW

them kissing for the first time whilst slow dancing and wine on their lips i am going to be SICK. ILL. you wrote the scene so perfectly, so beautifully. i read it over like six times. AND THEN THE "take me back to the hotel" PURRRRR YN GET IT GIRL

tbh, i can't even explain my feelings for the whole smut scene. i died. genuinely, i was gasping for air and tweaking out. i'm glad my bedroom door was shut otherwise i'd be part of an exorcism right now.

yn immediately going for hee's cock is so real! me too! he's so in love and she's so flirty i have a crush on them both. like, the whole dry humping/grinding scene had be seeing stars. i want to kiss your brain. give it to me, please. and the way he praises her? enough.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Does my baby feel good?” You can only nod and he doesn’t blame you. “That’s a good baby. Fuck, you’re so wet, it’s driving me crazy.” 

SO U WROTE SOFT HEE. WHOS IN LOVE. WHO PRAISES??? UR SICKKKKKKKKK (i love you so much)

heeseung kissing and licking pussy had me. had to call for an ambulence because deadass died! i will forever die on the enha munch agenda and heeseung is the biggest munch. seph just confirmed it, actually. i feel dizzy and i still can't breathe

KABSIDBOAFOABFA THE WHOLE ASS SCENE??? ARE YOU CRAZY??? DO YOU WANT ME TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK AND DIE????? WDYM YN IMAGINED HAVING HEE'S TONGUE IN HER ASS??? AND WHY IS HEE SO HOT ENOUGH

the condom removal part 🧍🏽‍♀️ bedsheets were changed

“Mine?” he asks, catching his breath. “You mean it? You’re mine.” “I’m yours, Hee.”  “All mine,” he mutters to himself in disbelief. 

he's so in love and so insane and why does he fuck like an insane perosn i love it so much i'm about to slam my head against the wall

THE WHOLE FANTASIES PART???? DIED.

“But mostly, I just want you to sit on my face. Mad at me? Sit on my face. Sad? Sit on my face. Happy to see me? Sit on my face.” “Simp,” you grunt, thighs burning from pushing yourself on and off of Heeseung’s cock. “And proud.” He smacks both ass cheeks again. “Now what do you say, baby? If you ride me until you come, you can blow me in the bathroom before I fuck you in front of the entirety of Paris. Can you do that for me?”

this is so him and he is so hot. heeseung being down bad so horribly is everything to me and he IS a simp and he's such a loser and his sex drive is insane and oh my gosh.

THE WHOLE ENDING SCENE WITH YN GLOWING AND RIKI BEING SO PROTECTIVE AND THEN JAY'S “Congratulations, you two. Let’s go home.” IM GONNA KMSSSSSSSSS

seph 😂 i don't even know what to say. i can't believe i read this for free. i can't believe i didn't have to pay $500 for this because i would have (don't get any ideas, tumblr). this story was so so so perfect and beautiful and i'm in awe of your mind and your talent. i can't believe you wrote this for me (yes, it is for me). i read almost all the paragraphs twice because each sentence was so beautifully crafted. i have a half a mind to print this out and bind it into a book. if i could give your brain a kiss, i would. you are so so talented and i'm so happy i get to call you my friend. because me personally? i'm glad you killed me

this is one of THE best things i have ever read and i will keep tides of regret heeseung so close to my heart you have no idea. absolutely none. i'm going to have to do some thing about this. write you something as painful.

(stella you were right. i was not ready. i am in fact, still hyperventilating and probably will for the best eight days.)

tides of regret | heeseung

summary: in the year since heeseung first rejected your love confession, you've tried everything to get over him. a trip to europe makes you realize you miss your former best friend more than anything, and it makes heeseung realize he's got it all wrong.

notes: aaand she's here! this is 24.4K words worth of my heart and soul. consider this a token of my appreciation for welcoming me on enhablr. i sincerely hope you enjoy it. <3

deep cuts: #1

warnings: angst/internal self doubt, playful banter, dirty talking, praise, slight degradation, oral (m and f receiving), dry humping, fingering, mentions of exhibitionism and face sitting, nipple sucking, spit, brief moment of anal (tongue only), condom removal, unprotected sex, creampie.

For @enha-stars – may this story rip you apart and stitch you back together.

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Incheon feels lonely at three in the morning. 

The overhead lights being turned off because of the lack of travelers at this hour makes the airport feel bigger than it actually is. It’s too quiet without the familiar sounds of luggage wheels on the linoleum or overhead speakers announcing flight changes every ten minutes. You don’t think you’ve ever been to an airport so early in your life. 

It’s quiet enough to leave you alone with your bothersome thoughts. In the years you’ve been away from home as you studied abroad, you can’t help but feel a gravitational pull towards life in Seoul and the people in it. The familiarity of your home outweighs the adventure you once yearned for in your youth, and now you’re left with the exciting notion that, this time, you’ll know when you’ll be coming back.

The terminal has an abundance of seating. Your backpack rests on the seat beside you as Jay double checks the gate number while the rest of your friends find a spot on the seats next to you, attempting to find an ounce of comfort in the dimly lit area.

“I know leaving early saved us hundreds of dollars, but I need sleep,” Sunghoon says from beside you. His usually well kept hair falls in all sorts of places like he woke up without a second thought and hailed a taxi the minute he opened his eyes. 

“You’ll thank me later,” Jay says. “We can sleep on the plane.”

“Our flight doesn’t leave for another two hours,” Jake whines from beside him as he yawns. “How am I supposed to sleep on these god forsakes chairs?” 

“Quit whining and try,” Jay retorts. He looks behind him to see the rest of your friend group approach before glancing over to you. “Doing okay?” 

“How come Y/N gets preferential treatment?” Jake beckons. 

“Because she isn’t a nuisance like you,” Jay immediately fires back before diverting his attention towards you again. 

“I’m alright,” you say, stifling a yawn behind your hand. “Just cold and sleepy.” 

“Hopefully they turn off the damn AC,” Sunghoon says as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head. “I feel like my veins are being injected with ice.”

“It’ll warm up when more people come,” Jay reasons. “I wish there was a coffee stand that was open. I need a cup.” 

“I could go for one,” you agree. “I’m trying to stay awake for the next couple of hours so I can sleep on the plane.” 

The rest of your friend group appear behind Jay and you look down to check your phone for any notifications when Heeseung catches your eye. It takes you by surprise and you abruptly look back at your screen and busy yourself by aimlessly scrolling through social media as he attempts to occupy the empty seat beside you, but Jake beats him to it.

“I’m gonna freeze to death and then all of you are gonna have to deal with my frozen body.” Jake dramatically slouches down onto the seat until his head finds your shoulder, nuzzling his cheek as if trying to find comfort in you. “Jesus, Y/N, you’re so warm.”

You laugh. “I wore layers.” 

“You’re gonna regret that when we get on the plane,” Jake mumbles. 

Heeseung, from the corner of your eyes, opts to move to the seats in front of you. You try not to pay him any mind.

You snort. “Yeah, well I can take these layers off while you freeze until you become an icicle.” Jake hums when you let your head fall onto his. 

“You know I’m not built for the cold. Australia’s my home.”

“And yet you moved to Korea,” Sunghoon provokes. 

Jungwon and Riki are rummaging through the bag of snacks you’d brought for an early breakfast until the restaurants and coffee stands around you open up. Jake’s right, it’s far too cold to stop shivering, but you suppose you’re grateful that the discomfort distracts you from sleeping too early. 

“I can’t believe we’re finally going on this trip,” Sunoo says from above you. With your head still on Jake’s, you turn to look at the boy speaking. “I’m really excited for you to show us where you’ve been for the past four years.”

A tiny smile graces your lips. “I’m excited to show you around London and Paris. The latter is a two hour train ride. My friends and I would go every few weekends or so to explore the city. Pictures and videos don’t do them justice.” You sigh as you reminisce. “I really did think that I’d end up living there when I graduated.” 

“Why didn’t you?” 

“Missed home too much, I guess.” You shrug. “Though, I can’t believe Riki went through a growth spurt in the last two years that I was gone.”

“You went back to Okayama before Y/N came back for holiday break, right?” Jungwon asks, looking between the both of you.

“That’s right,” Riki says. “I was sad that I couldn’t see you before you went back to school.”

“Now he’s twice my height.” You gesture at the younger boy. He’s too shy with the sudden affection and chooses to bury his head in Jungwon’s shoulder. “You were so little.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles. 

“I can’t believe you’re fluent in English now.” Jungwon pushes Riki off of his arm. “You, Jake, and Jay are kind of scary when you speak English.”

“It was a little hard at first. I used to watch a lot of American cinema so I could understand it better than I could speak it. But I can’t lie, it’s fun being able to talk to them in English.”

“You were so cute trying to string phrases together during your first summer back,” Jay coos. “Texting her in English was funny because she couldn’t understand the difference between spelling.”

“Poor Jake.” You pull your head from his and look down at him. “You probably had aneurysms looking at my grammar.” 

You lift your head to see that the aforementioned has fallen asleep amongst the conversation with his mouth slightly ajar and soft snores echoing past your ear. You don’t move when Jay asks if you want Jake off of your shoulder, but you shake your head.

Conversation falls flat when the group unanimously decides that sleepiness is overtaking the need to socialize. Jay keeps checking his watch to look out for the time while your eyes try to look anywhere but at Heeseung. 

It’s odd, the way two people can lose a friendship overnight. The heartbreak that came with romantic rejection wasn’t nearly as bad as realizing texts and phone calls were far fewer in between the moment you had arrived back in Europe to finish your studies. It hurt to know that neither one of you felt comfortable enough to see each other when you were back in your hometown unless the two of you were invited to hang out with mutual friends. 

Still, seeing Heeseung after he had rejected your confession felt like a punch to the gut. 

Long gone were the days of being able to send him unimportant updates about your life abroad or what you were doing at any given summer day back home. You couldn’t ask him to go to the restaurants you used to frequent near his house or yours. You certainly couldn’t call him at random hours because you were bored and missed his voice. 

It wasn’t for the lack of trying. It felt like things might've gone back to normal after a short period of not talking, but your texts going unanswered and your calls going to voicemail was all you needed to know. 

Perhaps it’s why you’re comfortable spearheading this vacation with Jay, who had made it a point to visit you in London when you’d chosen to stay behind instead of going home for the holiday break. The two of you had never spent time alone prior to then, but it touched you that he’d go out of his way to dedicate an entire day to visit you when he was there for a family vacation. 

Coming back to Korea the summer after graduating felt like you were making the right choice, even if your head was telling you to find a home in Europe. Still fresh from your unresolved rejection, stepping off of the plane and knowing you wouldn’t be returning back to your university’s town made the uncomfortable reality of coming face-to-face with Heeseung sink in. You’d have to live with the consequences. 

But it’s been eight months since you returned, six months since Jay’s dad was gracious enough to offer you a position on his marketing team, and five months since he encouraged your entire friend group to take a trip to your old stomping grounds. 

The proposition felt too sudden, especially with how little experience you had working with his team, but you’d spend an evening with the Park family for him to consider you an honorary member. Though, you’re sure Jay might’ve told him something happened between you and Heeseung, especially after telling everyone you wouldn’t be coming home for the holidays. 

To this day, you haven’t uttered a single word to your friends about what happened the night Heeseung rejected your love confession. If you know him as well as you think you do, you don’t think he's told anyone either. 

“Cafes are opening up,” Jay notes. Sunghoon’s ears perk up. “Three of us should go get food and drinks while the rest save our seats.” 

The airport overhead lights must’ve turned on while you were deep in thought. Jay’s right, the coffee stands have opened and it’s likely due to the new influx of travelers who’ve arrived at the airport. Foot traffic is still light and you know Jay wants to get ahead of the crowd. 

Jake has woken up because of the growing murmur around him and lifts himself off of your head to wipe the sleep out of his eyes. He yawns once more but tries his best not to fall asleep again.

“How long was I out?”

“Twenty minutes, give or take,” Sunghoon answers.

“Sorry for sleeping on you,” Jake apologizes. 

“It’s okay. You needed it.” He scrunches his face, not used to the new lighting. “Jay, I’ll come with you to get coffee. I need to stretch my legs.” 

“I’ll help as well.” Heeseung speaks for the first time in a while and his voice nearly catches you off guard. 

“Sure.” Jay gathers everybody’s orders before the two of you follow him around the terminal. 

The line isn’t unbearably long, but with Heeseung towering behind you, it feels like you’ve been standing for hours. You shift from one foot to the other in order to find a happy medium to no avail. Jay orders for the group and you pay attention to him more than you care to when you realize Heeseung is now standing beside you to make room for more people to wait in line. He’s considerate like that and you hate it. 

When the baristas are finished with your order, you reach for the bag of sandwiches in your haste to escape Heeseung. But your fingers touch the steam and you drop the bag into the counter with a hiss.

“Careful,” Heeseung says. “Don’t get hurt, please.” 

Your clumsy nature was always something he teased you for. Heeseung sounds so sincere about his worry that you think you’d rather him pour all of the hot coffee on you instead. 

“Thanks.” You grab the bag with so much as a single moment of eye contact before realizing Jay has started walking back. 

Breakfast is eaten in silence. Everyone is too tired to speak, save for Jake whose twenty minute nap has rendered him a little more awake than the rest of you. You and Sunghoon share your egg sandwich and chocolate croissant respectively without a word spoken between the two of you. 

Meanwhile, Heeseung is staring at the way your thighs are close to Sunghoon’s. He had shifted his body closer to yours in order to form a makeshift table so that sharing pastries wouldn’t result in crumbs on the floor. You can feel Heeseung's gaze on your kneecap and it makes your face flush. 

Sunoo and Jake offer to throw everybody’s trash away when you’re all done eating. The airport is in full swing by now and everyone has said their graces and apologized to Jay for giving him a hard time with how early they arrived. 

It seems that sleep has threatened to overtake you. You’re waiting in line to scan your plane ticket and board the aircraft, but the sudden warmth of the airport has caused you to yawn a few too many times. Riki’s standing in front of you and his height makes for a perfect makeshift wall to lean on. Or, that’s what your tired brain is telling you, because you slouch forward and let your cheek rest against his back as you close your eyes. 

“Sleepy girl,” you hear him chuckle. You merely nod in acknowledgement. 

Your comfort is short lived when he softly nudges you because the line has moved. Soon, you scan your ticket and give the airline agent a smile as thanks before waiting to set foot on the aircraft. 

Sunghoon notices your dropped shoulders and wordlessly takes your backpack off of you. 

“You don’t need to do that,” you say with a frown when you see Sunghoon carrying your belongings with him. 

“Let me hold it,” says Sunghoon. “You look like you’re about to fall over with the extra weight.” 

“If you insist.”

“Let us take care of you, yeah?” Jay interrupts, bumps his shoulder with yours. “You’ve been running all over Europe these past four years and we’ve only seen you a handful of times. You deserve to relax on this trip.” 

“I can’t believe you guys are being so sweet on me. I know that’s ending the second we get back to Korea.” 

The two boys laugh. “Well, it’s only fair, I guess. You’re like, the mom friend.”

“Jay is the mom friend.” The aforementioned doesn’t argue. 

The squeeze of the aircraft is tight and you’re desperately trying to look for your seat. It seems that Sunghoon is sitting in your row, which excites you, but you’ve come to realize that you’ve obtained the ungodly middle seat. You make peace with it for a brief moment before Heeseung clears his throat awkwardly.

“Let’s switch seats,” he says from behind you. His ticket shows the window seat right next to yours. “I know you hate middle seats.” 

“No, I couldn’t ask that of you.” 

“You’re not asking.” He says it with a smile and it makes you cower into yourself. “You should move to your new seat so we don’t hold up the line.” 

Heeseung suggests it in a way that is reminiscent of the days where he’d give up his sweet treats because you wanted a taste. It tugs at your heartstrings but you don’t have time to think about that when you notice how the plane is starting to fill up. 

Reluctantly, you slide into the window seat while Heeseung and Sunghoon follow suit. Your seat belts are buckled and in no time, the aircraft takes flight. 

For the next hour, Heeseung looks like he wants to say something to you. The headphones you've brought do well to cancel out the noise, for the most part. You can see from the corner of your eye that he glances at you from time to time, but you ignore it and choose to get comfortable for the long haul. 

When you notice the flight attendants come with the beverage cart, you take it as a cue to get comfortable and try to get some sleep for the next few hours. Likely due to the lack of sleep from the night prior, you fall asleep as soon as your head rests against the plane.

You don’t hear Heeseung requesting an extra bottle of water for you.

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

When you come to, you’re barely able to register that it’s time to eat the first meal on the flight. You take your headphones off and put it in your backpack as you blink the sleep out of your eyes. 

“Chicken or beef?” 

Heeseung looks at you, expecting an answer.

“Hm?”

He laughs softly. “Chicken or beef?” 

Your eyes dart between him and the flight attendants when you realize they’re about to approach.

“I heard them asking people which meal they want,” Heeseung explains. “So, chicken or beef?”

“Beef.” You clear your throat. 

“Beef it is.”

Sunghoon requests chicken when the flight attendant arrives. Heeseung orders beef for the both of you before you get the chance. If he notices you looking at him strangely, he doesn’t comment on it. 

The food comes quicker than expected and the meal tastes decent, though you’re trying your best not to elbow Heeseung as you cut away at your portion. He seems engrossed in the movie in front of him while you peek at what he’s watching—Iron Man, to no one’s shock. 

You soften a bit at the nostalgia that comes with Heeseung and Marvel, namely the rainy days in your youth spent marathoning the superhero movies. There had been one year in high school when he’d dressed up as Tony Stark and you as Pepper Potts despite a few girls your age whispering behind your back at the matching costumes out of jealousy. You don’t think you can think of the franchise without thinking of Heeseung. 

The memories almost bring a smile to your face. Heeseung seems to notice you glancing at his screen in between bites. You avoid eye contact when you realize he caught you staring and focus on cutting your meal, praying that Heeseung will stop looking at you and watch the movie instead. 

But he takes one earbud out and holds it to you. 

“Do you want to watch it with me?” He’s halfway through. You tell him such but he doesn’t care. 

“I don’t want to jump in halfway through.” 

“Come on, it’s not like you haven’t done that before.” 

Heeseung says it with such nonchalance that it makes your stomach drop. He sees the way your eyes falter for a moment and the way you glance between his hand and the screen. You try to come up with excuses to refuse his offer, but you’ve got eight more hours until you land.

“Sure,” you settle. Heeseung gives you one headphone and resumes watching.

Between the meals being picked up and tray tables being put away, you manage to fall asleep in your seat. Sunoo sits in front of you and upon coming back from a quick bathroom trip, sees your head resting on Heeseung’s shoulder with his cheek propped on your head. The two of you are fast asleep despite the credits rolling and he can’t help but snap a quick photo. 

You wake up some hours later when Sunghoon says your name. The cabin lights turning on temporarily blinds your vision as you wake up when you realize you’d managed to push yourself back enough to rest yourself against Heeseung’s arm. 

“Oh God,” you say in shock, pulling yourself and the seat upright. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

“It’s okay,” he replies, like he means it. “Sleeping on planes is uncomfortable. But I know you know that.” 

You nod. “Yeah. It's too hard to get comfortable.”

“I can’t believe we’re spending two weeks in Europe. I’ve never been outside of Korea and Japan before. You’ll have to help me with my English.”

“Jay or Jake can also help with that.” You say it with a yawn and Heeseung’s eyes cast to the floor for a brief moment. You barely notice, gathering your own belongings as the flight descends. 

“Yeah, I guess they can.” 

When you land, the familiar disorientation of the time difference truly wakes you up. It’s eleven in the morning when the plane door finally opens and Jay’s moving a step ahead of you as he occupies space in the aisle way to grab his belongings. You follow suit and wait for your turn to exit amongst your friends and other travel goers.

Stepping out of the plane and into the familiar terrain of the Heathrow Airport reignites your attentiveness and you smile at the fond memories of being greeted by your university friends upon arriving. The familiar atmosphere of English travelers milling around the gate warms your chest with nostalgia. 

You wait for the boys to emerge before signaling Jay, who follows beside you as you walk towards the baggage claim area. You lead him with little trouble down the escalator as the rest of your friends follow suit, yawning in an attempt to wake themselves up. 

“It’s weird seeing you in your element,” Jay comments as he stands beside you, periodically checking the turnstile for his luggage. “A good kind of weird.” 

“This airport might as well be my second home,” you tell him. “It feels routine to wait for my luggage at this point.”

“I’m tempted to sleep when we get to the hotel but I don’t want to mess up my sleep schedule more than it already is.” Jay pulls his luggage. 

“Yeah, that’s smart. I think we should take an hour to freshen up and find a place to eat before we go exploring.”

“I can already hear Jake whining about it.” 

The two of you share a laugh. “He’ll just have to get used to it. We can have an early night and rest up before we explore tomorrow.” 

“He slept on the plane, for the most part,” Jay informs. “Surprisingly, he didn’t snore as loudly as he usually does.” He spots your luggage and takes it off of the belt for you. 

On the other side of the carousel, Heeseung and Sunoo are standing together to find their own luggages. 

“You guys looked pretty cozy,” Sunoo comments. “It was nice seeing you two like that again.”

“It felt nice,” he mutters. “I really missed her.” 

Heeseung doesn’t have to tell Sunoo what happened between the two of you for him to know that you two aren’t as close as you used to be. The older boy feels nearly ashamed that his own friends have caught up on his awkward demeanor.

“Well, she’s back for good and we’re here on vacation. Try not to dwell on whatever it is that’s making you think too hard.”

Heeeung laughs. “I’ll try, Sunoo. It’s just hard when we’re not as close. How can I compete when we’re in her college town and how will I talk to her in Paris?”

“Well, you never know,” Sunoo says as he picks up his luggage. “Anything can happen in the City of Love.”

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

The hotel itself is modest in size. Quaint, old cobblestone surrounding the entryway like you remember it. The people are busy walking in and out of the meeting rooms in the lobby as you walk to the concierge to sort out the rooming situation. Jay stands beside to help distribute the keys and the employee behind the desk bids you a good stay. 

The view from the fifth floor is spectacular already. You catch glimpses of the streets of London below you, street lights decorating the sidewalk and flowers surrounding the city. This feels like the London you remember and it adds a slight pep in your step. 

“Alright, it’s decided that three of you are gonna share,” you say as you reach the first room. “The other four will be split into two rooms and I’ll get a room for myself.”

“That’s not fair,” Jake huffs. 

“I refuse to share a room with any of you.” You pocket the key to the single bedroom. “Plus, Jay’s mom helped me make the arrangements when we planned the trip.”

“Favoritism,” Jake coughs. You nudge his side.

“To make it fair, everyone will pick up a key card without knowing the room number and flip it. That’ll determine who you room with.”

“Alright,” Jungwon says. “Fair enough.”

One by one, your friends pick their key cards and discover their roommates. Jake, Sunoo, and Riki are the unlucky three who will be rooming together for the duration of the week. Jay and Sunghoon are in the room directly across from theirs while Heeseung and Jungwon share a room. 

“Let’s meet at the lobby in an hour,” Jay suggests. “We can get some lunch and do some exploring before deciding on dinner.”

“We can take it easy and sleep early tonight,” you add in. “I know that flying internationally is always a bitch and I try to time my sleep when I need to.”

The eight of you part ways. Your suite has a beautiful view of the sky and the room itself makes you feel like the main character of a romance film. The bed is just to your liking with pillows stacked to the nines. It feels nice to have a moment to yourself. With your friend Yunjin backing out of the trip at the last minute due to family conflicts, you hadn’t had time to think about anything other than arriving at the hotel safely. 

You busy yourself with a shower and freshen up, pulling out options for you to wear for the rest of the night. You settle with something stylish yet comfortable and put enough makeup on your face until you’re satisfied with the person staring back at you in the bathroom mirror. 

True to your word, you enter the lobby when you said you would. Jay and Sunghoon are already downstairs by the seats. Sunghoon stands to offer you the loveseat but you decline politely and sift through your phone until the rest of the guys arrive. 

When they do, it’s like all eight of you collectively agree that hunger has overtaken you. You know of a nearby cafe that serves sandwiches from your days in university. You lead them to the quaint restaurant that has your friends staring at the art on the walls as you greet the cashier and order. 

It’s a slow moment for the eight of you as you all eat in relative silence, the sound of quiet slurping audible from the coffees everyone has chosen to drink. 

“Did you spend a lot of time here?” Jungwon asks. 

“Around the area, yeah,” you say, looking around. The outdoor seating area is just towards the edge of the street with the weather being a cool, cloudy day. “I loved coming to cafe’s like these with my friends after class. We’d study until they kicked us out and then go for a drink or two.” 

“We should go to a pub while we’re here,” Jake suggests. “I’ve always wanted to see an English pub. We have a few back in Australia.” 

“I know just the place! My friend’s brother owns it and they know I’ll be in town for the next week. It would be nice to catch up with them.” 

“Hopefully your friends here kept you out of trouble,” Sunghoon teases. You flick him with your fingers. 

“I’m the most responsible one out of you seven and don’t you forget that.” 

“Do you miss being here now that you’re back?” Riki asks in between sandwich bites. “God, I love London already.” 

“You’re going to choke if you don’t slow down.” He apologies and takes a single bite. “Well, I think I miss my friends a lot. I don’t necessarily miss being in university, but I miss the freedoms that come with it.”

“I still can’t believe you spent four years of your life here,” Sunghoon says. “That’s insane when you think about how you cried when your aunt took you to Tokyo for a week when you were in middle school.”

The boys laugh and you frown. “I was twelve, okay? You wound me. But yeah, I think I grew out of my shell in high school and had this urge to travel but didn’t know how to do it. I was surprised when my parents encouraged me to apply to King’s College, even more so when I got accepted.”

“You’ve always been too good to stay in one place for too long,” Jake says. “We got close until halfway through our first year of high school, I think. I always got the sense that you wanted more than what our hometown could offer.” 

“I always wanted to move to the heart of Seoul eventually. But I think I needed to come here in order to figure that out.”

“Would you really have stayed in London if you had the chance?” 

You avoid looking at Heeseung, whose attention averted from his phone to you. 

“I don’t know,” you say honestly. “But what I do know is that I’m happy to be back in Korea and I’m happy to be traveling to Europe.” 

“You always did have that sense of adventure,” Heeseung says. “I remember you were the one who always got us in trouble when we explored a little too far.” 

“Your mom was pissed that time I walked a little too far down the shoreline when we went to Jeju.” The memory feels warm despite your discomfort at having Heeseung’s eyes on you. “I didn’t know who she wanted to kill more, me or you.”

“Definitely me. You could do no wrong in her eyes.”

“What happened?” Sunoo asks. 

“My family and Heeseung’s took a trip to Jeju Island when we were around seven, if I remember correctly. I’d taken swimming lessons and thought I could show off my new skills at the beach we were at, but there was a wave that was a bit too much for me to handle.”

“She was nearly swallowed by the ocean.” Heeseung hits his knee with his palm as he recalls the memory. “I mean, I was seven and it seemed like the wave was gigantic but to my mom, it must’ve been just tall enough that she could see over it.”

“She yelled at him for the rest of the night because she had to pull me out from under the water,” you add. “I was fine. My parents laughed it off but his mom was so pissed at him for not telling me to come back to the shore.”

Echoes of laughter fill the space. It feels nice to be able to laugh like this with Heeseung, temporarily forgetting why you were so awkward around him in the first place. 

When the check is paid, you lead the group around the area. Sunghoon takes out his camera and captures everything that inspires him while Sunoo and Riki are off to explore the shops around. It brings warmth to your chest to see your friends enthusiastically exploring the space you once called home. It had been a dream of yours since Jay came to visit and let you drag him around town for the day. Having them with you feels like you’re healing a part of yourself. 

You duck into the quiet bookstore you used to frequent while you were a student. Filled with novels and trinkets from floor to ceiling, it feels familiar to you. 

You get lost in thought when you glance at the books in front of you and you don’t notice Heeseung approaching. 

“Still love books?” 

“Jesus,” you gasp, clutching your chest. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he laughs. “Seems like you still scare easily.” You hate that he knows you so well. Clearing your throat, you put the book back. 

“Yes, to both. I used to come to this bookstore a lot when I had free time.” 

He looks around. “It looks like a nice place.”

“They have a reading nook in the back. The owner is this sweet older woman who was the first person to help me with my English when I first moved. I think she let me read books for free because I used to bring her sweets.”

“That sounds like something you’d do.” You cast your eyes to the floor. “It’s crazy that there’s parts of you that I don’t know.” 

“Yeah,” you mumble solemnly. Heeseung’s eyes bore into the side of your face as you pretend to look at the titles of the books. 

“Do you talk to your college friends often?” 

“All the time. My closest friends live all over the place. Two of them are from the area, one went to live in the States, and a few live in Busan.”

“I’ll bet it was nice to have some Korean friends when you moved. I remember you used call me to tell me about your first semester here.” 

You can’t help but think about the first few months after you moved when you would call Heeseung for a bit of comfort when things felt too overwhelming. With Korea being nine hours ahead, you always felt a little too bothersome phoning when it was the middle of the night for him, not used to the time difference. But he always answered you or called back when he had the chance. 

You’d spend hours on the phone, talking to him about how difficult it was to learn English and how making friends was not as easy as you thought it would be. Navigating the city felt lonely and isolating because you’d barely made friends in your classes in the first few weeks. Heeseung was there through all of it, reminding you that being eighteen years old in a new country made you brave despite feeling like you were a failure for not grasping a hold on life like you thought you would. 

Falling asleep on the phone with him became a routine, too. Whether it was you who fell asleep after a long day or Heeseung, who had stayed up listening to your worries, the sound of his breathing made it feel like you were back home in Korea instead of exploring a grand new world. 

Soon enough, you could talk your way around and piece together conversations with your classmates until you’d found friends who shared similar interests. Heeseung was the first person you told and the first person to tell you how proud he was that you extended your roots to learn about yourself away from home. You always thrived off of his praise as if making him proud was something you never sought out to do, but appreciated when it happened.

But that was four years ago. Whatever friendship you had with him then is not the one you have with him now. 

“It was nice,” you settle. “I miss my college friends. You might get to meet some later in the week.” 

“Nice,” he mutters to himself when you walk past him. “That’s really nice.” 

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

The rest of the week is spent in your old stomping grounds, from touring your campus, to shopping, to sightseeing. The eight of you split up more often than not to explore different areas based on mutual interest. You find that Heeseung tends to gravitate towards you and you aren’t sure if it’s because he feels guilty for rejecting you or because he genuinely wants to explore what you want to do. 

Still though, at least one other person joins you. It feels nice to have a buffer to avoid any awkward conversation or moments, especially when Heeseung trips over his words trying to talk to you. 

The week goes by too quickly for your liking. Spending time in London has felt like coming back home, in a way. You’ll always have your memories here and this city will remain the same when you return in the future. Now, it no longer feels like the place you escape too because things got too hard back home. 

Even with Heeseung next to you more often than not, you’ve found a happy medium The awkwardness dissipates when you set aside your indifference to show everybody your favorite places, watching them explore the city for themselves. 

As expected, Riki and Jake have spent a little too much on clothing with the hopes that they can fit it into their luggage on the way back. It fits miraculously. 

Your friend Leo, the one whose brother owns the pub you used to frequent, tells you he’s excited to see you after all these months. It’s a Friday night when you arrive, seeing it well populated. But it’s rather early in the evening before the rush hour, so you enjoy the relative quietness before people rush in. 

Heeseung, on the other hand, has been in a stupor for the latter half of the week. It began when he managed to talk to you in the bookstore, but blossomed when he watched you navigate your way around the city. You barely looked at your phone for directions and had no problem switching to English when you greeted shop owners. Hearing you speak fluently in a language you once struggled with in your childhood made him feel somewhat removed from your life. The two of you used to joke that he was always better with English. Now, the tables have turned. 

The fear that you’d told your school friends about what transpired between the two of you plants itself in the back of Heeseung’s mind. He worries that your friends won’t like him and that you’ve scorned his name, but he chides himself just as much as he worries because he knows you and how deeply you care about people. 

Heeseung wishes he could go back in time to change what happened. He wishes that he’d admit his mistake and confess to you before you left. It had taken him a long time to confront his own feelings, but seeing you back in Korea made him realize he didn’t care if the relationship was long distance or not. He didn’t care as long as you were in his life. 

The months spent apart without phone calls or texts were agony. He loathed hearing what you were up to from your mutual friends or when he accidentally watched your Instagram stories. Seeing you happy without him made his heart lurch, not out of possessiveness, but because he wished you were comfortable enough to share those moments with him. 

To boil it down, Heeseung hopes this trip can undo a year’s worth of his ignorance. 

But before he can think about that, your exclamation pulls him towards a strange man before you. 

“Leo!” 

The sheer volume of your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Heeseung, who eyes the bloke the second you make a dash for him. His heart winces when your arms wrap around the stranger’s neck and as he spins you around, squeezing you for good measure. He isn’t pleased when Leo settles to let his arm rest around your waist instead of letting you go. He’s even less so when you don’t attempt to separate yourself from him. 

“Hey, pretty girl,” Leo says with a boyish grin, accent making Heeseung nearly roll his eyes. 

“This is Leo.” You let your head rest on his shoulder for a brief moment. “He’s one of my friends from university. I think we met in, what, second year?” 

“Second year, auditing class with Professor Donahue on Mondays and Wednesdays,” he says. “God, that class was so boring.” 

“He’s the friend whose brother owns the bar,” you explain to them. You introduce Leo to each friend respectively. “Jay and Jake are my friends who are fluent in English.” 

“You can speak it and understand it as well, right?” Leo asks as he shakes Heeseung’s hand.

He nods while giving him a tight smile. “Just a little. I’m practicing.” 

“Nah, you sound perfect already.”

Heeseung feels indifferent to see you in your element with people from your past. The bartender, who is Leo’s brother, tells you the first two rounds are on the house after he checks IDs. Riki and Jungwon are excited to have their first pub experience after you make them promise to take it slow and drink lots of water in between. 

“It’s a bit weird seeing her be like that,” Leo says to Jay with a laugh. “When we first got to know each other, it was me who had to tell her to watch how much she drank.”

“Y/N, drinking?” Jake asks. “No way. Back in Korea, she got drunk maybe twice a year.” 

“She and a mutual friend, Elizabeth, were as thick as thieves. They were like a package deal before we all graduated and until she moved to the States. They’d always go a little too hard after exam season was over or if people invited them out on a Saturday night.”

“Y/N’s always been the responsible one out of the bunch,” Jay adds. “In high school, there was one time she got so drunk that she nearly scaled the roof of my friend’s house. Heeseung nearly fell off trying to get her down. After that, she swore off alcohol.” 

Heeseung makes a few comments in the conversation as he watches you catch up with Leo’s brother and as you facilitate conversation between the rest of the guys. There’s a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach when he realizes there’s a lot he doesn’t know about you. 

The two of you talked less as you became more comfortable in your environment. At first, Heeseung took it to heart and made the assumption that you’d chosen your friends in England over him, but a stern conversation with his mother made him realize he was being juvenile. He could only comfort you so much when he was oceans away. It was probably a good thing that you were talking to him less because that must’ve meant you were as overwhelmed or scared like you were when you first moved to England. 

You’d still call him a few times a week before bed–when Heeseung was getting ready for the day–to update him on everything that happened in the past week. You two texted more frequently than you conversed, sending him pictures of new places you’d discovered or him sending photos of your mutual friends with sad faces at the notion of you not being able to be there with them. 

Heeseung had always felt a bit jealous of your time abroad. He loved Korea, but he yearned for the same sense of adventure you once had. Only, he hadn’t figured it out until halfway through university when it was too late to transfer or apply for a semester abroad. When Jay had proposed this trip and that his father would expense half of it, he jumped at the opportunity to go. 

Although, he didn’t know it would hurt him this much.

Hearing you talk about your life here made him feel like it was his fault that he barely knew your life in England. It was so easy when the two of you lived a few blocks from each other; he’d run into you with your other friends on the street or know exactly where you were likely to be at any given moment. He knew you felt the same way about him too, as you always knew where to find him if you really needed him. 

But it feels like this is the first time he’s seeing you for who you are as an adult, not the child that he grew up with. 

Surely, Heeseung always knew you had a good head on your shoulders. You were always the more outspoken one who stood up for what you believed in, no matter how big or small. You never backed down if someone was giving you a hard time and it was one of the reasons why Heeseung had struck up a conversation with you as you two played in the sandbox after a few kids had stolen the toys he was playing with. That sense of responsibility and gratuity followed you into your adolescent and teenage years, too. Not once had Heeseung heard anyone say a bad word about your character. He’d like to think he had something to do with it, but deep down, Heeseung knows it was all you. 

When you confessed nearly a year ago, Heeseung felt like his heart might’ve ceased to function properly. Truth be told, he’s never taken his daydreams about being your boyfriend too seriously. He always wondered if it was normal to develop small crushes on your girl-friends at a young age and wondered if those butterflies in his stomach was because of how often his other friends at school would playfully tease him until they stopped. Jake and Sunghoon had been people who teased him for having a girl as his best friend until they befriended you too, and Heeseung was satisfied when they stopped with their comments. They, too, could understand why Heeseung was so keen on keeping you around. 

But the butterflies never quite left him. Your smile was too bright. Your voice was too angelic. Everything about you and how you fit into his life felt a little too perfect; Heeseung hated cliches in his youth and this felt like one big cliche joke. He knew his mother didn’t approve of the girls she’d see him with, even in college when he got into his first serious relationship. She wasn’t as enthusiastic about her as she was with you. At the time, the frustration seemed too biased until it ended in a way that made Heeseung realize his mother truly knew what was best for him.

Heeseung never considered the possibility of dating you until you confessed your feelings for him. 

As much as he plays off being the spontaneous, go-with-the-flow type of person, Heeseung gets scared when things go unplanned. He backs away from courage and from moments that make or break his character. He likes to play it safe unless he can make a calculated risk in his favor, choosing to let others fall flat on their face and learn from their mistakes. Heeseung had never considered the possibility of you having feelings for him either. That fateful summer night is one he will always remember, especially in the way the light in your eyes dimmed when he told you he didn’t feel the same. 

He remembers your quick apologies and the way you backed away too quickly for his liking. He had tried to reach for your hand to tell you it was okay and that he didn’t feel awkward about it, but you’d shook your head and merely told him you’d see him later. Heeseung had never seen you leave so abruptly. But he figured you’d get over it, as you typically do when things don’t go your way. You’re resilient like that.

Heeseung assumed you needed time to heal from the awkward encounter and hadn’t reached out to you for a week. He didn’t think much of it at the time and hadn’t made plans with you until he realized you’d be leaving for Europe the week following. By then, it had been too late, because he stopped by your house the morning after you left. 

Getting together with Seulgi after you left felt too easy. He knew she’d always had a thing for him but brushed her off for reasons he couldn’t fathom until he bumped into her a few weeks after you’d left without so much as a text or a voicemail. Feeling a bit irritated at your wordless departure, Heeseung took Seulgi out on a few days to take his mind off of you.

Except, it didn’t work. Heeseung found himself fantasizing about what it would be like to go out to dinner with you when she was sitting in front of him. When she’d texted him to thank him for his time, Heeseung imagined the kind of things you would say after your first date. When he kissed her for the first time underneath the twinkling lights of a local fair, Heeseung pictured you as he closed his eyes. The fantasy was ruined when Seulgi’s perfume touched his olfactory senses, pulling him back into reality. The guilt of kissing somebody who wasn’t you ate at his chest the moment he saw Seulgi smile at him from where he stood. 

He tried his best with her but broke it off when the unrest overtook his mental wellbeing. It was amicable, for the most part. All Heeseung knows is that his parents (along with all of his friends) were happy that he hadn’t continued with that relationship.

���Y/N used to talk a lot about you, Heeseung,” Leo says, bringing the aforementioned out of his thoughts. “We’d be out at dinner or something and she’d always run outside to answer your calls.”

“Really?” Heeseung says out of surprise. He didn’t know you did that. 

“You bet,” Leo replies. “She talked a lot about Korea when we’d hang out with our friends but she seemed to talk about you the most.” 

Heeseung wonders if you told him about what happened between the two of you the summer before you left. 

“I’m flattered.” Heeseung honestly doesn’t know what else to say. He chooses to tell the truth. “I missed her a lot. I grew up with her living a few blocks away. It felt weird not to be with her when I went to college.” 

“Y/N said the same thing. Every time she’d be homesick, she’d tell us she needed to call you.” Leo’s words bring a warm flush to Heeseung’s face but he chooses to blame it on the alcohol. 

“I heard my name,” you say as you walk to where they’re sitting. “Not talking shit about me, my dear Leo?”

“Never,” he teases. “Although, I’m sure I still have some pretty photos of you and Elizabeth at this very pub.”

“Oh God, please don’t.” You push his shoulder when he moves to reach his phone. “Those do not need to see the light of day and you definitely need to delete them.”

“How else am I going to blackmail you?” 

“You’re the worst.” You look cute when your nose is a bit red from drinking. You always did suffer from redness to the face when you drank. “I can’t believe Elizabeth and I let you into our friend group.”

“Hey! I was the one who introduced you to her in the first place.”

“I’ll bet if I texted her right now, I’d have it in writing that she’d choose me over you.”

“Okay, you don’t need to do that because she definitely would.” 

The group laughs and conversations flow nicely as a few other friends from your university days join you later in the evening. It feels like a reunion, of sorts. It feels especially wonderful to have most of your favorite people under one roof despite the slight language barrier. But everyone seems to get along well enough, especially Riki, who has taken a liking to your Japanese friend you met on your first day of orientation. 

When the room gets too hot, you make your way outside where you’re fenced in by a metal barricade. It’s cold outside, but the alcohol running through your veins keeps you warm enough that you decide not to go back to ask for a jacket. Heeseung wants to follow you but stays still in his seat when he sees Sunghoon exit the door after you leave. 

The wine in your hands is still halfway full. You’ve decided that you’ve taken the lead far too many times this week and that Jay can handle getting everyone home. It’s your fourth drink of the night, just enough to keep you buzzed for the duration of your time at the pub. 

You register the door sliding open and make room for Sunghoon when you spot him over your shoulder. 

“Your friends are really nice,” he comments, leaning on the railing next to you. 

“They’re the best,” you say with a fond smile. “I owe them a lot. I only started enjoying my time here when we became friends.” 

“You know, I was a little worried that you wouldn’t be happy when you moved to London for the first time.”

“What makes you say that?” 

“I think a lot of people would describe you as brave and as someone who will dive in head first to things that scare you, which is true for the most part. But I think people rarely pay attention to the vulnerable side of people like you because it looks like you have it all together.”

“I was a total wreck when I first moved,” you said. “I don’t know if you remember the few times I called you when Heeseung wasn’t able to pick up.”

“Oh, I remember. That was the first time you cried to me and now you have no issue getting your snot on my sweaters.” You swat his arm at the joke but he dodges you just in time. “I remember Yeji getting worried about you too. She was so young and always said she wanted to be brave like you.”

“Sweet girl,” you say. 

“The two of you are similar. I watch out for her a lot, you know? Our relatives always think she puts on a brave face and don’t think twice when she talks about her fears. They always tell her she’ll be fine, but it’s hard to actualize that when you don’t believe it.”

“I thought about coming home a few times when things got really hard,” you confess. “I was out of my depth because I couldn’t speak English very well. I could only speak fragments and getting my way around campus was so hard.” 

“I don’t know how you did it, if I’m being honest. But I’m glad that you stuck around long enough to see what your life would be like.”

“Me too. I’d really love to think I’ve become a better person now that I’ve gotten the chance to know myself beyond the comfort of my home, you know? I love you guys and I love my family, but sometimes being back in Korea felt like I was listening to what was expected of me instead of what I wanted.”

Sunghoon laughs. “Yeji said the same thing a few weeks before we left for London. Part of me thinks she’s considering studying abroad. I found a few college brochures in her room.”

“Don’t you know better than to snoop inside your sister’s bedroom?”

“Yah,” he says. “Yeji steals too many of my sweaters and she said I could get them back.”

“You’re just too easy to make fun of, Hoonie.” 

A comfortable silence passes over the both of you. The audible sound of people talking amongst themselves and the beautiful lights of the city illuminate what makes London so beautiful. It isn’t until Sunghoon speaks that you pull yourself out of your daydreams.

“I heard you that night,” Sunghoon confesses. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“The night of the bonfire.I know you told Heeseung you liked him.”

You turn your head to him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I figured you’d tell me whenever you felt ready,” he says with a shrug. “You went back to London a couple of weeks later and I wanted to spend time with my friend. There never seemed to be a right time.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and balances from one leg to another. “You looked really sad, Y/N. I’ve never seen you look that way before.” 

There’s a beat of silence. 

Sunghoon listens as you sigh and you push yourself from the railing. Your back touches the cold metal as you look beside yourself to see him. 

“I deluded myself into thinking Heeseung might’ve felt something for me too,” you admit. “It’s not that girls and boys can’t be friends, but towards the end of our friendship, it was like something shifted.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’d…touch me longer. Hugs, pulling me by my waist at parties, lingering near me at Riki’s bonfires, that kind of thing. He started playing with my fingers a lot more. Heeseung never used to touch me like that. He’d interrupt conversation with guys to pull me away. I always knew what he was doing but I liked him so much that I didn’t care if he interrupted a good thing between me and someone else.” 

Sunghoon purses his lips and watches as you look ahead at the glass doors to see your friends laughing. “I noticed that too.”

“When we were alone, it felt like he was one sentence away from telling me he loved me more than a friend. Not that platonic crap that the eight of us tell each other, but the deep shit where that kind of love comes from kindred souls.” 

“Heeseung’s too stupid to see what’s good for him anyway.” Sunghoon pulls a laugh out of you and he’s glad to hear it. 

“But then I confessed to him the night of that bonfire.” You bite your lip at the memory, willing yourself not to tear up. “I mean, you heard him. He told me he didn’t feel the same way and didn’t want to ruin our friendship because it was perfect as it was.”

“And then you heard he’d gotten together with Seulgi.”

“Yeah.” You nod once and look down at your drink. 

“They weren’t together long,” Sunghoon says. “She wanted more but he didn’t want to give that to her. The boys were confused because he seemed to be really happy with her until he broke it off so sudden. I always thought it was because he felt too guilty after rejecting you.”

“What did the guys think?”

“Riki hated her. I have a feeling it was because she wasn’t you, though. I think Sunoo, Jungwon, and Jake were surprised when he’d gotten together with Seulgi after you left and were trying to be nice about it. Jay was indifferent, but then again, you two weren’t as close as you were with the rest of them until he visited you while you were away.”

“Did his opinion change?” 

“Definitely. Heeseung had a period of time in the new year where he went on a couple of dates with her, telling us he might’ve made a mistake by breaking things off too soon.” Sunghoon shakes his head as he tells the story. “Jay was unbelievably pissed.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know how he gets when he’s angry. He’s quiet and doesn’t talk until he’s calm. But it was like a volcano erupted, or something. Jay came back mid January to find out Heeseung had been seeing Seulgi for a couple of weeks and completely lost it on him. He said things about not knowing a good thing if it spat in his face and how he ruined every chance of happiness because of his own doing.” 

“Wow…I didn’t know Jay said that.”

“It was scary. Heeseung tried to fight back and say it was his life and that Jay didn’t have a right to say what he could and couldn’t do, but the poor guy never stood a chance. Jay asked him if he would be happy if you came back to see him dating Seulgi and that shut him up real quick.”

“What do I have to do with it?” you ask. “He rejected me before I left.” 

“I don’t know,” Sunghoon says truthfully. “I always thought that Heeseung was trying to redeem himself through Seulgi. But I guess we’ll never truly know.” 

“It’s been almost a year,” you reminisce. “You’d think I would’ve gotten over him by now after spending time in Europe with, well, other boys.”

“He’s not just any guy who rejected you,” Sunghoon says. He looks out at the street, finding the words to say. “You two had been best friends since before me or the guys got to know either of you. There’s a special kind of bond between people who grew up together, you know?

“I think a large part of you misses being friends with him. Sure, rejection always stings, but it’s knowing that you don’t have your best friend that hurts you more.”

“Jeez,” you chide. “You always know how I feel.”

Sunghoon laughs. “I’m just observant. I know that it’s hard to be on this trip because Heeseung’s trying to be that friend you once knew. He probably feels guilty for giving you the cold shoulder during your first few weeks back in Seoul.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, well he’s not doing a great job showing it. Life would be easier if he left me alone.”

“But do you want that?” 

You cast your eyes to the floor. “No, I don’t.” 

Satisfied with your answer, Sunghoon nods. 

“You know, I knew Heeseung had feelings for you the night we played spin the bottle just before we graduated high school.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Hoon. He never liked me.” 

Sunghoon shakes his head. “Do you remember what happened that night?” 

“Vaguely. I remember that being my first time trying alcohol and Jake having to cut me off when I couldn’t walk straight.”

He nods. “When you were sober enough to string a few sentences together, some girl suggested playing spin the bottle. When it was your turn to spin, it landed on me.” 

You make a face. “Ah. I do remember kissing you.” 

“Well you don’t have to look grossed out,” Sunghoon teases. “Everyone knew it was awkward because we’d been friends for like, five years at that point. We were both so flustered that the kiss lasted for maybe two seconds before everyone cheered.

“Heeseung was pissed. I saw him looking at me like I’d killed his family, or something. I swore I could see steam coming out of his ears. He wouldn’t talk to me for a week because I’d been your first kiss.”

“Seriously?” 

“Dead serious.” Sunghoon laughs at the memory. “He wouldn’t answer my texts. In the group chat we were in, he’d acknowledge everyone but me. It wasn’t until a week later when we were all hanging out that I told him there was nothing between us and it was awkward to kiss you in front of our friends.” 

You stand there, dumbfounded. “Huh.”

“I’ve never told anyone that,” he confesses. “I doubt anyone remembers us kissing except for him. I assumed this would be a story I’d tell you and the guys when you both eventually got together.” 

He murmurs an apology. “It’s okay, Hoon. I’m glad you told me. I guess I’m just…confused. Why did he reject me if he allegedly liked me?” 

“I wish I knew. He was miserable when you left and refused to talk about you moving back to Europe for your final year abroad. Heeseung was really sad when he found out you weren’t coming home for Christmas break.” 

“I couldn’t bear to see him. I was so heartbroken and the friends here tonight were consoling me in the way they knew how. I knew I’d be a depressed wreck if I came back home.”

“That makes sense,” Sunghoon affirms for you. “I’m glad you met up with Jay while he was here, though. You got some kind of Christmas gift from home.” 

“Me too. I feel like Jay and I got closer because of it. I knew he could tell something was off but he didn’t say anything about it. Something tells me he knows more than he cares to say.” 

“You know Jay.” You both nod. “More observant and caring than the rest of us. Part of me thinks Heeseung’s jealous of your new friendship with him since the two of you basically planned this whole trip on your own.” 

“Well, Jay has more international travel experience and his dad knows the right people,” you say with a shrug. “I spent four years of my life here. It makes sense.”

“To us, yes. To Heeseung? I think his feelings cloud his judgment.” 

“He never used to confuse me,” you admit. “We used to talk about how much we hated when people made us guess how they felt or what they were thinking. We always said it was unfair if you make people you love, make you guess their intentions. But he’s doing that to me and it’s been driving me insane.

“Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve kept my mouth shut. I watched him date girls in high school. I watched him with what I thought would be his first serious girlfriend during our first year of college before he went through that short hookup phase. God, that hurt me so bad and I couldn’t say anything because it wasn’t my life.” 

“For what it’s worth, I think it was brave of you to confess to him,” Sunghoon tells you. “I don’t say that as a cheap cop out to make you feel better either. You know me, I’m really sentimental about things even if I don’t come off that way. To confess your feelings to someone who you love…one can only hope to hear that someday.” 

You nudge your shoulder with his. “You say that like you didn’t have girls begging for a date.” 

Sunghoon laughs and you know what he means. 

“You’ve always been the bravest of all of us,” he continues. “I think the reason why I wanted to be friends with you when we were kids is because you didn’t take bullshit from people. I was too shy to stand up for myself between my career as a figure skater while trying to be a normal kid. You and Heeseung offered that kind of normalcy. I could see you two in the bleachers at my competitions and then we’d go out for ice cream like it was any other day.” 

“Well, now you’re going to make me cry.” 

“I mean it, Y/N. You’re a great friend and a great person. I hope Heeseung hasn’t fucked things up too bad that you leave his life for good.” 

You shiver. “Me too.” 

“Talk to him,” Sunghoon advises. “Do it before we leave. You’re removed from your life back home.” You open your mouth to refute but he beats you to the chase. “If it doesn’t work out, then you’ll know your answer when you go home and you can resume your life without Heeseung in it.” 

Sunghoon leaves you alone with your thoughts but makes you promise that you’ll join the group soon.

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

When you walk back into the pub, Jake clouds your personal space before you can even think about ordering another drink.

“Jesus, Hoon. Couldn’t you have offered Y/N your jacket if you guys were gonna be out that long? Poor girl looks like she’s about to freeze to death.

Jake’s affinity for the dramatic never ceases. Your friends look at your goosebumps and the way you’re acclimating to the warmer temperature inside while Sunghoon merely rolls his eyes.

“I’m fine,” you say. “We only came in because I started to get cold.”

“Let me get my jacket for you,” Heeseung says as he rises from his seat. 

“No.” You’re sure you say it too abruptly, but you can’t bear the thought of wearing his clothes after the conversation you just had. “I’m fine, honestly.” 

“Stop being stubborn and wear a damn jacket,” Leo chides, wrapping his coat around your shoulders. “You have this habit of never bringing one when you need it and it drives me crazy.” 

“But that’s what I have you for, don’t I?” 

As you tug the material closer to your body, Sunghoon watches as Heeseung stares at Leo with a hard expression. 

“Not when you’re back in Seoul, you goof.” Leo takes your empty glass. “I’m glad you have these guys back at home. They seem really good for you.” 

“I love them a lot.” You say it so tenderly with your head tilted as you look at the boys you’d call family, only for them to coo at your clearly vulnerable, inebriated state.

“My mother, my older sister, and best friend,” Riki says with a hiccup as he engulfs you in a hug. “Seriously, I would be dead in a ditch without you.” 

“I don’t know a better person,” Sunoo chimes in from where he’s seated. 

“There was one time where Y/N had this lemon phase where she couldn’t stop drinking lemonade or eating lemon candy,” Jake tells the group. “Now I think of her every time I see something yellow.” 

“That’s kind of fitting though, isn’t it?” Leo asks. “Yellow for sunshine.” 

Everybody agrees and it makes your cheeks and neck warm up. You hide yourself in Leo’s jacket, but God, Heeseung wishes he could hide you in his arms instead. 

Still, he can’t help but agree with Leo. If there’s any truth to his words, it’s that you are made of pure, unfiltered sunshine.

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

The next morning, all eight of you board the train for a two-hour ride to Paris. For the next five days, you’ll be acting as a tourist rather than tour guide, for the most part. Jay volunteers to take the lead since you did most of the heavy lifting in London. You do, however, chime in to give him a few recommendations from your prior visits to the city. 

Sunghoon’s advice plagues your thoughts, so much so that Jungwon has had to guide you out of the hotel and into the cab before arriving at the train station. Both he and Sunoo look a bit worried about you, but you wave them off and tell them you had one too many to drink. You know they don’t believe you but you’re grateful they don’t press on. 

Paris is much more beautiful than you remember it, and it’s likely due to the fact that you’re here on vacation, not because you wanted a weekend getaway to escape the stress of midterms and exams. The people are just as indifferent as ever. You’re able to practice some of your basic French to order coffee and pastries for everyone. It’s a feat that leaves Heeseung impressed and you try not to acknowledge him when you see his jaw drop. 

The hotel itself is more beautiful than the last. You have the room with the balcony and double doors leading to a breathtaking view of the buildings and streets below. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen, even if the streets are littered with trash and the people are a bit too loud. It still feels charming. 

The rooming situation is the same as London, with you in the single room and the rest of the boys to fend for themselves. This time, Jungwon, Jay, and Sunghoon are sharing the three bedroom with Heeseung and Jake sharing another, and Sunoo and Riki in the other double. The hotel must’ve miscalculated the rooming situation and put your single room at the end of the hallway away from the others, but you aren’t complaining. 

The first few days are filled with happiness and dread, namely when you see Heeseung as you begin your day. He has a knack for making you laugh until you come to the notion that you really shouldn’t be finding his jokes very funny because he doesn’t deserve that kind of reaction from you. 

In fact, he doesn’t deserve your attention after ignoring you for as long as he has. Seeing Leo again brought up memories of crying in his flat with Elizabeth and drinking too much wine to forget the pain temporarily. Your friends invited you to a night spent in the pub after Leo begged his brother to close it for the night so that you could have a free space to drink and talk about Heeseung until your voice gave out. 

Your irritation carries over and Heeseung can tell when you move away from him when he tries to stand next to you. He’s hurt but he tries to understand that you have a right to be, even if he knows in his heart the reasons why he acted the way he did. He just needs to find time to talk to you, even if the conversation doesn’t end the way he hopes it will. 

With two days left on the trip, you’ve eaten your way through the streets of Paris and have done your fair share of shopping. Each of the boys had bought you a small token of their appreciation (Heeseung paid for your latte, Jay purchased a small wallet from Prada, Jake gifted you new sunglasses, Sunghoon a charm for your bracelet, Sunoo a bowl of pasta for lunch, Jungwon a pair of earrings, and Riki a new jacket that looks similar to his from back home). It warms your heart to know you have people who care about you enough to show and tell you. 

The Eiffel Tower calls your name one late afternoon and by the time you all manage to walk up, the sun is setting below the horizon. There are couples around Heeseung who are taking photos left and right, one of which asks him to take a few pictures for them. He can’t help but wish he was in their place, asking a stranger to take a photo of the two of you as he kisses the apple of your cheek. Heeseung snaps a few good ones before the couple thanks him. 

It doesn’t help that you look like a walking goddess. Truth be told, Heeseung wanted to buy you more than just coffee when the boys agreed to each give you something as a token of their gratitude. Heeseung had come up with a list of ideas he wanted advice for, but it was Sunghoon who’d told him to keep it simple for your sake. He was right, as always, because you thanked him with a pleasant smile instead of ignoring him like you had in the days prior. Heeseung gets the feeling that you wouldn’t appreciate a grand gesture from him right now.

He hates that he can’t read you like he used to. He hates that the other friends know you better than he does, and he hates that he’s in the City of Love and he can’t call you his girlfriend. 

Riki and Jungwon are more perceptive than they let on. Heeseung sees the way their eyes dart between the two of you and how they’ve been trying their best to navigate the new dynamic. Riki, especially, hadn’t been receptive of Seulgi the first time Heeseung invited her to a bonfire. Heeseung had overheard the younger boy telling Jungwon it wasn’t the same without you there and that he’d rather go home than spend another minute getting to know someone who wasn’t you. 

At the time, Heeseung was beyond irritated and refused to speak to Riki for the rest of the night. Now, however, he understands why Riki acted the way he did. 

You look so beautiful underneath a Parisian sunset. Heeseung knows he’s staring. He’s grateful that you’re too preoccupied with Sunghoon taking photos of you. But God, he wishes you’d laugh at him like that. 

“You should talk to her,” Jake says from beside him. Heeseung jumps at his sudden appearance. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“I want to.” Heeseung says it out loud for the first time. He wants to work it out with you and get his best friend back in whatever way you’ll allow. “I miss her, Jake. I miss being her friend and I fucked up when I rejected her.” 

Heeseung doesn’t notice Jake’s eyes widen at the sudden admission. Jake had his fair share of theories and considered Heeseung to be his best friend, but even he knew there was a limit about what he was willing to share and what he kept to himself. Heeseung’s friendship with you was something he stopped trying to learn a few years after he got to know you; Heeseung had a soft spot for you and had no problem letting people know that. It wasn’t until you mentioned to Jake that you hadn’t spoken to Heeseung in months that he knew something was up. 

“She clearly cares about you,” Jake says. “She wouldn’t be on this trip if she didn’t.”

“But she’s been ignoring me the past three days. And before you say it, yes, I know that she has a valid reason to, but I’m hurt and I want to make things better.”

“You have to let her take the reins and let her talk to you when she wants to,” Jake advises. “You know how she is. Y/N’s headstrong and she might not know how she feels right now, but she always knows what’s best for her. You’re good for her, Heeseung. Let her come to that conclusion on her own.”

Heeseung relinquishes his breath. “You’re right. I just…miss her. A lot. Things will never go back to the way they used to but I don’t think I want them to. I used to pray every night that I could somehow make everything like it was before that night but now I want more than that. She deserves better and I want to be better for her, not that coward who was too scared to try something new with the person he loves.” 

His friend’s words bring a smile to Jake’s lips. “Well I, for one, believe in you. I think the rest of the guys do too.” 

“I know,” Heeseung says softly with his eyes on you.

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

You can’t believe you leave Europe in two days as you sip your wine. Jay’s father was gracious enough to reach out to his friend at the hotel’s restaurant to negotiate having this meal compensated. It’s a gesture you hold onto and make a mental note to write a thoughtful note when you settle back in Korea. Jay sits next to you and partakes in the wine activities with you, namely picking out two different bottles to share with the table. Talking to Jay like this makes you feel otherworldly, like you’ve gotten more experience out of life since you chose to study abroad. You feel lucky, in a sense, that your life has given you more than you expected it too. 

The younger boys head upstairs after dessert and bid you all a goodnight in case they don’t see you before falling asleep. For the next thirty minutes or so, it’s the five of you laughing away at the hotel bar like old times, reminiscing about embarrassing moments from high school or how difficult it was to hear Jake’s Korean when he first moved. 

The Australian leaves as soon as he yawns. Sunghoon, a little too tipsy upon standing from the bar table, presses a gentle kiss to your head when he says goodnight to the rest of you. Jay gives your arm a reassuring squeeze and you understand for the first time that he always knew you better than he let on. He says goodnight and tells the bartender to charge his room whenever you two close the tab. 

Now, you and Heeseung are sitting together, mere inches apart as the Parisian sky twinkles with stars above the two of you. 

Neither of you know what to say. You fidget with the glass and contemplate on whether you should head up as well. Heeseung can sense your awkwardness and wish he hadn’t messed things up so badly that you can’t stand to be alone with him without thinking of an escape plan. He misses when the two of you could sit in complete silence and still feel comfortable around one another. 

“Thank you for showing us around,” he speaks up before you can make the decision to leave. “I remember you talking about all of the places you showed us when you first moved here. I’ve always wanted to visit.” 

“Really?” 

Heeseung nods. “I used to be so jealous that you got the opportunity to travel abroad every time you talked about it. But I think I like it better this way, with you as the tour guide.” 

That brings a laugh out of you and Heeseung can’t help but smile. He doesn’t care if it’s the alcohol allowing your walls to come down. He’s grateful for the chance. 

“I used to write down places I wanted to show you,” you confess. “There were so many places that reminded me of where we’d used to hang out as kids. It always felt like there was a part of you with me.” 

His heart melts. “I wish I could’ve visited you while you were here. Your friends seem pretty cool.” 

“They are.” Heeseung watches you smile. “They’ve been with me through a lot and helped me get over this fear of failing in a different country. My friend Suki, who now lives in Tokyo, was the first person to really get me out of my shell and convinced me to go out. Awkward Y/N? Going to clubs?” 

“You know how to dance, though. I bet you killed it.” 

“A little too much, perhaps. I didn’t date or hook up much, but there were a few times that I did.” Heeseung’s heart begins to sink as does his hope. This is not where he wanted to lead the conversation but his ears perk up at your next point. “But I wasn’t happy doing that so I stopped making out with random guys on the dance floor.”

“If only thirteen-year-old you could see you then,” he teases. You bump his shoulders with yours and he feels electricity running down his arm. 

“I think I did a good job adjusting and learning. There were times where I felt like I didn’t know what I was doing with my life because I couldn’t decide if I wanted to stay in London or go back to Seoul. That burden felt too much.” 

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you came back home.” 

Your head whips to look at Heeseung, who can only sit and watch as your eyes begin to water. 

“Why didn’t you say anything when I texted and called you?” you ask meekly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Why didn’t you see me when I came back?” 

“I know.” He gulps. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so sorry.” 

You sniffle and Heeseung wants to cry too. “Everyone came to pick me up at the airport. I kept looking for you but you weren’t there. Jake had to pull me away from baggage claim because he said you weren’t coming but I didn’t listen. I told him he was wrong. You always come.” 

Heeseung’s soul breaks with every crack in your voice and with the way your lips quiver. He sees your mascara beginning to smudge and resists the urge to wipe it away so that your eyes may look fresh and dry. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I have no excuse.” 

“I wanted my best friend but you never showed up for me. You didn’t call or text me when you knew I was home and I had to wait until Riki’s bonfire to see you.”

“I was an idiot and stupid,” is the only answer Heeseung can come up with. “I used to be so scared of change. You left the country and I had to start thinking about what I wanted to do with my life but it was so hard without you in it.”

“Then why did you leave me?” 

His heart shatters. 

You’ve turned away from him in an attempt to walk back to your hotel room. However, Heeseung has learned his lesson. He doesn’t let you stray too far and gently tugs your wrist to pull you into his chest and is surprised when you don’t fight him off of you.

He doesn't care that your tears have stained his shirt or that you’re hiccupping into his clothes. All Heeseung wants to do is let you know he’s here for you now, despite his past mistakes and clouded judgment. Heeseung loves you for your bravery and vulnerability. He can only hope you understand that. 

“Let’s go to your room, yeah? I can help you take your makeup off.”

Whether from the alcohol or your need to be near Heeseung, you let him guide you to the elevator. He digs in your purse for your room key and coaxes you to sit in the bathroom while he locks the door. This routine feels a bit familiar; in his youth, he learned how you like to take your makeup off and get ready for bed after a particularly rough night drinking. He could never understand why he hadn’t minded taking the extra step and to keep himself sober when you were in the vicinity, but he understands it now. 

Heeseung meets you in the bathroom and washes his hands before putting your hair in a ponytail. He bites his lips when he sees your fresh tears and mutters another apology, forcing himself not to wipe away the tears with his fingers. Instead, he lets you blot them with a tissue before gathering makeup remover in his hands and gently smears it all over your skin. 

“I didn’t like change,” he says after a quiet beat. “I was too cowardly to take what I wanted, even if the person I wanted said they wanted me too. I don’t know why I didn’t chase after you that night or why I thought you needed space before you left. I don’t have an explanation for any of it except to say that I was a coward who never wanted anything to change between us.” 

Heeseung warms a wet cloth and wipes the balm away until he’s satisfied and moves on with your favorite cleanser, rubbing it between his hands until it foams. 

“I think, deep down, I’ve always loved you more than I led on. I can’t think of any moment in my life where you weren’t there or times that I didn’t want you around. Even when we were in elementary school and everyone kept saying we would get cooties from each other, I wanted you with me.” 

He lets you wash your face and applies the rest of your products on as you once taught him. 

“I’ve always had this sense of pride when it came to being your friend. Everyone always talked about how cool you were because you always knew what to say and when to say it. I love that about you, you know. You have a way of making people feel like they’re really special. I don’t know why I was so afraid of that.

“I love who you are and what you believe in. You make the world a better place for everyone around you. How you treated me was a small fraction of why I love you. I love your passions and that you aren’t afraid to chase after them. I love that you stick with the same boba order even though you tell yourself you’ll try something new. I love that you hate the beach but go with us every time we ask. I love when you get a little drunk because you don’t fight me when I want to take care of you.”

Heeseung swallows. “But mostly, I just really love you.”

You open your eyes for the first time. Heeseung can only stare. 

“You really hurt me.” 

He glances down. “I know. I’m sorry.” 

“What hurt the most was knowing you weren’t going to be there as my best friend, Heeseung. I could handle your rejection. I could find a way to get over you. But I could never get over losing our friendship. I never wanted you out of my life because it’s better with you in it.” 

“Please don’t get over me,” Heeseung croaks. His own eyes begin to swell and he forces a choked sob down his throat, aggressively wiping his eyes to rid himself of tears. He presses his forehead against yours. “I don’t want you to get over me.” 

You don’t say anything for a few moments. Heeseung swears he feels the blood rushing to his ears as he anticipates your response and he’s sure that even if what you say isn’t what he wants to hear, he’s happy to wear his feelings on his sleeve for once in his life.

“I don’t think I could even if I tried.” 

Heeseung’s heart stops beating. He doesn’t kiss you even though he wants to. He doesn’t take your hand and pull you into him like his heart tells him to. Instead, he whispers a quiet thanks and is surprised when he hears you laugh. 

“I can’t apologize enough. I don’t want to make you feel like you have to do or say anything.” 

“I know,” you whisper. Heeseung's hands are dangling awkwardly by his side. He feels like pushing his forehead against yours was too much. But your hands reach for him and you give him a squeeze.  

Heeseung throws caution out of the window and envelopes you in a hug. He feels your body melt against his and can’t help but look at the way you’ve folded into his chest in the bathroom mirror, with your head in his neck and his cheek on the crown of your head. Heeseung missed holding you like this–with your bodies intertwined as if you were two soulmates who were forced apart upon creation. 

He stroked your back with his hand and kept the other secured around your waist. Your soft breaths touch his skin and it feels like he’s got electricity running through his veins. 

“I’m sorry,” Heeseung whispers again. “I will keep apologizing until you know the depth of my regret.” 

The boy feels like he’s floating when you press a soft kiss to his exposed chest, mentally thanking Jake for forcing him to let loose and unbutton a few. 

“You could start by staying with me until I fall asleep,” you say. “Like old times.” 

He tries not to punch the air. “I can do that.” 

Heeseung waits in the bathroom until you’ve changed into comfortable clothing. He isn’t surprised when he sees you in shorts and an oversized shirt. It’s reminiscent of what you used to wear when you’d sleep in the guest bedroom in his house or vice versa, but now that he’s acknowledged his feelings for you, he can’t help but coo at how cute and sleepy you look. 

You tuck yourself in bed with the blankets to your chin and he completely melts to the floor. You pat the spot next to him and he sits on top of the blankets. 

“Under the covers, silly.” 

“I don’t want to rush it,” Heeseung says in a panic. 

“We aren’t rushing. We’re two best friends who got each other back.” 

Heeseung has never been more relieved. Though, he knows you’re a stickler for outside clothes in bed, so he makes the decision to take your key card and change.

“I’m not leaving you,” he says when he notices you rise from your spot on the bed. He holds two key cards to prove it and leans over to press a soft kiss to your cheek. “I’m going to change and then I’ll be right back. I promise.” 

He comes back ten minutes later. It warms your heart at the sight of him and you feel the comfort in your body when he slides underneath the covers. 

You surprise yourself when you move to lay your head on his chest with your arm around his body. Heeseung doesn’t seem to mind, though, and he pulls you closer to him like you’ve done it a million times before. The two of you have wanted this for too long to make it feel awkward. 

“What did Jake say when you came into the room?” you ask.

“He was half asleep until I turned the light on but he asked me if we resolved things. I told him yes and then he asked if I was staying the night with you when he saw me leaving.”

“Am I right to assume he was more excited about having the room to himself?”

Heeseung laughs. “That you are.”

“Deep down, I think Jake knew we’d find our way. I think they all did.” 

“I’m sorry,” Heeseung whispers once more. You quiet him with a kiss to his cheek. 

“I know, Hee. We can talk more tomorrow. For now, let’s sleep.”

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

The next morning, Heeseung wakes up before you do and frowns when your body’s all the way on the other side of the bed. He leans over your sleeping frame and brushes strands of hair from your face, admiring how serene you look in your sleep. For a moment, Heeseung ponders if it’s too soon to wake you up the way he’d like to, but if last night was any indication about how you felt, he’d be willing to take the chance. 

He leans down to kiss your forehead and both of your cheeks repeatedly until your eyes flutter open. Heeseung thinks he could listen to your laugh every morning with the way you wince at the sunlight and how his lips touch your skin. Still, your gaze finds its way to Heeseung’s and you can’t help but smile. 

There was a brief moment before you fell asleep that you’d wondered if you’d been too quick to forgive him. But for as hurtful as the past year was, you can’t help but acknowledge the steps he took during the trip in an attempt to undo all of the contempt you had built for him. You owe it to yourself to be happy with Heeseung. 

“Good morning, pretty girl,” Heeseung says with his morning voice that sounds a little too good for seven in the A.M. “Did you sleep well?”

“Slept like a baby. I feel like one too.”

“That’s because you are a baby,” Heeseung teases, kissing your cheeks and then the tip of your nose. “My baby.” 

“I really want breakfast but I’m too lazy to get up from the bed.”

“We could always order in. I’ll pay.”

You shake your head. “I’ll be too tempted to stay in bed and it’s our last full day in Paris. Let’s just get ready and have breakfast at the hotel restaurant?” 

The both of you are halfway done eating breakfast when the rest of your friends trickle in, joining your table and the ones next to you. It takes them a while to wake up, but it’s Sunghoon who speaks up first. 

“I’m assuming you two talked?” 

“And made up,” you say with a tilt of your head. 

“That’s my girl,” Sunghoon says proudly, sipping on his coffee. 

“I’ll let that slide since we’re all friends,” Heeseung jokes. You laugh and, for the first time in a while, you don’t feel guilty about it. 

“I had the whole room to myself, too. I woke up and didn’t have to fight anyone for the bathroom,” says Jake. 

Riki nearly spits his juice out. “You guys slept together?” 

“Not like that!” you’re quick to exclaim. “He just slept over. Slept. As in, we closed our eyes and actually slept.” 

“Both of us knew we needed our beauty sleep before dealing with the six of you asking us questions,” Heeseung adds. “But for your information, we made up. We still have things to figure out, but we’re back to being friends.” 

“Hopefully more than that,” Jungwon coughs behind his coffee. He merely smiles when Heeseung looks in his direction.

“I think you two should spend the rest of the day by yourselves,” Jay suggests. “We can either meet up for dinner or whenever we have to check out.” 

“I second that,” Sunoo agrees. “You two clearly need to talk.” 

“I wanted to go shopping with Y/N again,” Riki says with a frown. Jake presumably knocks his shin with Riki’s, who clears his throat. “But you two should totally hang out without us.” 

“I think we might,” Heeseung says, holding his hand out for you to take. He stands from his seat and encourages you to stand as well, leading you away from the table. “Thanks for the breakfast, Jay!” 

“I’m choosing to be the bigger person because Y/N’s been through enough,” Jay mutters when Heeseung is out of hearshot, making the table laugh.

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

“You know, I think the reason why I had such a hard time reaching out was because we’d never gotten into something that serious before,” Heeseung admits. The gelato in your hand isn’t as good as you remember it, but it does the job to cool you down on a particularly warm afternoon. 

“What do you mean?” 

“Do you remember when we were kids and how hard it was for me to talk to you about anything that was action movies or superheroes?” 

“God, you and your Superman cape from fourth grade,” you snort. “You wore that thing to school everyday. Your dad had to wash it every night otherwise you’d refuse to go to sleep.” Heeseung shuts his eyes at the memory. 

“You were the only person I felt comfortable pouring my heart out to, you know. You were always the first person I called when I needed someone to talk to, but then I was the reason why you got hurt…I think part of me didn’t know if I was allowed to reach out to you.

“It’s a stupid excuse, I know. But when I heard you were coming back to Seoul a few weeks before you did, I couldn’t help but think about how many times I could’ve texted you.”

“Yeah, you could’ve.” Heeseung merely nods at your agreement. “We’ve been through a lot over the years, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.” 

“I just wish I had come to this conclusion when it happened. I was so caught up in graduating and focusing on how I felt that I didn’t consider how you must’ve been dealing with all of it. I don’t think I’ve ever been so selfish in my life.” 

“I think the time you refused to let me be friends with Jake because you said you needed friends aside from me was your second most selfish moment.” 

Heeseung rolls his eyes. “Quit it. I was thirteen, okay?” 

Neither of you particularly care to do any sightseeing today. It feels nice to walk side-by-side without the company of your other friends. The juxtaposition of how you felt towards the beginning of this trip compared to how relaxed you feel surprises you a tenfold, but you suppose that comes with genuine apologies and forgiveness. 

You’re willing to admit Heeseung looks criminally good in black jeans and a striped button down. He wears his clothes so effortlessly yet still looks like he could’ve taken his wardrobe from a magazine. You’ve always found it a bit unfair that Heeseung always manages to look so cool without trying too hard. 

“You’re staring,” he mutters, looking at you from the corner of his eye as the two of you walk down a cobblestone street. 

“I’m not,” you lie. You turn your head to avoid his gaze, but Heeseung thinks he likes seeing you this shy. It’s new territory for him, one that he wants to explore. 

“Can I ask you a question?” 

“Go for it.” 

“Why did you forgive me so quickly?” Heeseung asks. “I appreciate it, I really do, but a big part of me feels like I don’t deserve that just yet.” 

It takes you a while to answer. Why did you forgive him as fast as you did? For a week and a half, being in close quarters with Heeseung made you feel nothing but anxious and on edge, so why were you able to allow yourself to be vulnerable in front of him?

“I’ve always held onto the idea that you’re a good person,” you begin. “I’ve always admired that you intend to care for the people you love and make them feel like they have a place in your life. You’ve always made me feel safe, like I could run to you when things got too hard. 

“What you did was in poor taste, sure, but making bad decisions doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. I know you, Hee. I know how you get when you’re faced with a difficult choice and how long it takes for you to come around. I was justifiably hurt but I think a part of me always knew you’d fix it somehow.” 

“I wish I could feel deserving of that kind of forgiveness.” 

“You know me. You know I wouldn’t tell you that if I didn’t feel like what I’m saying is true. I’ll admit that I shocked myself with how quickly I let my guard down with you…but you’re Heeseung. You've been my best friend since the first grade and you’re the boy I happen to have a really big crush on.” 

Heeseung bites his lips at your confession, willing himself not to be too forward as to kiss you in the middle of the street. He sees your bravery and the way you’ve put your heart directly in the palm of his hand, acting out of vulnerability even though the both of you knew he hurt you once before. 

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. Instead, Heeseung grabs your hands and locks his fingers with yours, squeezing three times to tell you he loves you.

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

The afternoon comes and goes with little to no plan. Heeseung’s a bit worried that he hasn’t heard anything from the boys and he’s rendered shocked that you’ve taken it upon yourself to let the day take you where it may instead of finding the next spot to visit. 

As if on cue, Jay texts him with plans for the evening. 

jjongcaprio: 20:00, Pétrelle. It’s a five minute walk from the hotel

jjongcaprio: I made reservations for you and Y/N tonight. Don’t worry about me and the boys, just take her out on a romantic date 

jjongcaprio: The bill’s covered. The reservation’s under your name btw

heeseung: bro i cannot ask you to do this 

jjongcaprio: You don’t have to. You and I both know Y/N deserves to be wined and dined 

jjongcaprio: Plus I saw you looking at a few restaurants when we were on the train. I managed to pull some strings for you and got a last minute reservation for tonight

heeseung: thank you jay…i really don’t know what i’d do without you

jjongcaprio: It’s really not a problem, bro. Promise me that you’ll try to be happy with her. The guys and I are rooting for you two

“So,” Heeseung clears his throat as he looks up from his phone, “I think you and I should go out for dinner.” 

“Where are you thinking of going? I can text the others and see if they’re done sightseeing, or whatever it is they’re doing.”

“I mean just us two.” He stands awkwardly when you’ve turned your attention to him, his feet planted on the sidewalk beneath him as if that’ll help steady his beating heart. 

“Like a date?” 

“Yes,” he says immediately. “Like I date. I, Heeseung, am asking you out on a date. Tonight. At eight.” 

“I, Y/N, would love to go on a date with you. At eight.” 

The twinkle in your eye and your coy nature makes him feel like a teenager again. He leads you into the hotel and walks you to your door before stepping back as you step inside. 

“We’ve got an hour and a half before we need to leave. I’ll come by and then we can walk together. The restaurant is only a five minute walk, so you can wear those new heels I know you feel guilty buying.” 

“They’re really pretty though,” you rationalize. 

Heeseung nods. “Gorgeous, actually. Maybe you’ll be as tall as me if you wear them.” 

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” 

Heeseung bites his bottom lip as you disappear behind the door, locking eyes with you until you’re completely out of sight. Flirting with you like this is a completely new phenomenon for him. He’s only daydreamed about what you might say if he said something a little too suggestive or how you might act if he dedicated a wink in your direction. Heeseung had never considered that he’d be the one flustered, cheeks reddening to the point where he starts to feel shy. 

His nerves are endless as he picks out an outfit for tonight. Heeseung sends a quick text to his parents, who had pressured him into bringing nice clothes for a fancy dinner, and spends a few minutes updating them on the events of the past few days. His mother is pleased, to put it lightly, and sends a handful of emoticons to display her happiness. His father tells him words of encouragement before making Heeseung promise to bring you for dinner as his girlfriend, not just his best friend. 

With the last touch of his cologne, Heeseung looks at himself in the mirror and tries not to think too hard about how he looks. You’re Y/N, his best friend since he can remember, and you’ve seen him with snot dripping from his nose. 

“I look fine,” he says to himself in the mirror. “Y/N will like the look because your mom picked it out and we know those two agree on everything. Absolutely nothing to worry about.” 

Heeseung’s only regret is he doesn’t have a bouquet of flowers to present you with as he makes his way to your hotel room. He wipes his palms on his trousers and takes a deep breath before knocking on your door. 

When it opens, he’s met with the sight of you in a short black dress that hugs your hips to accentuate your body. The dress itself is an elegant, spaghetti strap number with a flattering neckline paired with jewelry that makes your skin appear to be glowing. Your heels match well with the dress you’ve chosen, so much so that Heeseung’s jaw drops when his eyes rake over your body. 

“Wow,” he mutters. “Just…wow.” 

“I’m not used to you being speechless,” you say mildly, closing the door behind you. 

“You look gorgeous,” he sputters. “I shouldn’t be seen with you tonight.” 

“You’re dramatic, Hee.” You give him a once over and Heeseung thinks he wouldn’t mind you checking him out as you please. “You look handsome as ever.”

He beams at the compliment and holds his arm out for you. 

“Shall we?”

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

Heeseung knows the type of person you are and what you value, yet he still renders himself shocked when you allow him to take control of the evening. He knows you don’t need to have the expensive consequences that come with a first date or to be sipping the most luxurious wine to be happy, but Heeseung can’t help but feel like you deserve to feel as elegant as you look every once in a while. 

The host leads the two of you to a table with the most gorgeous view of the Parisian scenery. The twinkling stars paired with the dimly lit restaurant adds a romantic touch to the evening. Heeseung mentally thanks Jay for preparing wine recommendations so neither of you have to think too much about it. 

For a moment, he’s worried that he’s reached too far out of his depth. The fanciest thing Heeseung has ever done with you is eat ramen after prom in your best outfits because you both came to the conclusion that prom should be spent with someone you actually like. It’s funny in hindsight when he thinks about it now. 

You look so beautiful like this, allowing yourself to be taken care of by him. Talking to you over the table feels like you’re back in Korea before all that transpired. The food is impeccable and Heeseung thanks his lucky stars that he and Jay got it right. You sing praises left and right. 

Dinner ends much quicker than he’d like as the two of you finish dessert. The waiter tells him the bill has been taken care of and Heeseung sits in his seat awkwardly as you look out the window to see the view from outside. But he hears the live band in the background and sees a few older couples slow dancing from where he sits and makes up his mind. 

“Do you want to dance?” 

You pull your attention to him. For a moment, he thinks he’s asked the most absurd question known to man when he recalls all the times you refused to make a home on the dance floor until you’ve gotten at least four drinks in your system. 

You surprise him. 

“I’d love to, Hee.” 

The room disappears when he leads you to the dance floor. He mimics the other dancers and takes the lead, swaying your bodies back and forth to the melody of the music. You smell of vanilla and cinnamon, a scent so distinctly you that it makes him grin like a man in love. 

“Thank you for tonight,” you say against his neck. “I won’t lie when I say I feel like a princess.”

“That’s because you are a princess,” Heeseung says, kissing the top of your head. “You deserve to be treated like one.”

“I can’t believe you pulled this off so quickly. Don’t restaurants like these require reservations?”

He chuckles nervously. “About that…Jay helped me with the details. I was looking up restaurants to take you to if I got the chance before our trip ended. I guess he saw the list and chose the most romantic one out of the bunch.”

“I owe Jay a thank you.”

“We both do.” 

“I feel lucky to have people in my life who care about me this much,” you say. “I’m so happy you’re back in my life.” 

“I’m happy to be in it.” Heeseung squeezes your waist. “Deep down, it’s always been you that I’ve loved. There’s not a single person who makes me feel the way you do.”

“Yeah?” 

You feel him nod. “I’ll say it until you believe me. I’ll even yell it in this restaurant right now.” 

“Please don’t,” you laugh. “I believe you.” 

The sound of the melody overtakes the conversation. You feel Heeseung’s steady heartbeat as he expertly moves your bodies together on the dance floor. When you close your eyes, you think of this moment and how badly you want to commit it to memory, no longer in anguish over the tribulations of the past year. It feels nice to let go of your worries, even better that you have Heeseung back. 

“I really want to kiss you,” he murmurs under his breath. You pull your head back.

“Then you should kiss me.” 

Heeseung wastes no time and pulls you into him, one arm around your waist and the other behind your neck. His mouth finds yours when he decides he loves the taste of red wine on your lips. It feels poetic to be kissing you for the first time as you’re both dressed to the nines in the middle of Paris. To him, kissing you feels like a breath of fresh air and the start of something new. For you, kissing him feels like coming home. 

When he pulls back, you search for his eyes. 

“Take me back to the hotel,” you whisper. 

Heeseung feels his heart drop. 

“I’m sorry. We can go back now.”

You grip the collar of his slightly unbuttoned dress shirt when he moves. It’s only then that Heeseung sees the want in your eyes and the pure lust that clouds your pupils. 

“Take me back to the hotel.”

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

By the time your elevator reaches your floor, Heeseung’s dress shirt is completely unbuttoned with his toned chest exposed. You’re barely able to detach yourself from his mouth when he pushes you out of the contraption. Your hand reaches for his as you pull him towards your room, digging through your purse when you feel Heeseung’s lips on the back of your neck. 

“You look sexy in my jacket,” he mumbles, pressing wet kisses to your skin. 

“L-Let me find the key.” 

“So sexy.” His hands slide up the side of your body until he grips your waist. 

When the door opens, you pull Heeseung inside with you and lock it shut before pushing his dress shirt off of his body, exposing his muscular build and broad shoulders. You aren’t shy about hiding your lust, gazing all over his chest and abdomen as you feel your core drip with arousal. 

“I like it when you look at me like that,” Heeseung says. He reaches for your hand and places it on his chest. You take the liberty to glide your nails down his abdomen, feeling the way he tenses underneath your touch. 

“I’m really wet,” you say as you eye the tent that has grown in Heeseung’s pants. 

“Are you?” he asks. “You won’t mind if I check?” 

You shake your head and Heeseung takes that as a green light, his hands finding the soft fabric of your dress before pushing his hand underneath it. He whimpers when his fingers come in contact with your wet lips. It’s adorable, the way you push yourself against him to chase his lips while he fingers smear your wetness across the fabric of your panties. 

“Bed,” you mumble against his lips. 

He follows where you pull him, loving the way you take control when you push him onto the mattress. Heeseung distracts himself to catch his breath from the overwhelming sense of pleasure to realize that you’ve started to undo his belt buckle and take his hard cock out of his pants. 

“You don’t have to—”

“I want your cock in my mouth,” you plead, looking him in the eye. “Please let me.” 

You sit politely on your knees as you unbuckle Heeseung’s pants. His chest rises and falls in anticipation and he looks down at you to see that your mouth is watering at the sight of him. 

He’s already fully hard; he has been since you started unbuttoning his shirt in the elevator. You spit directly onto the tip of his cock and he bites his lip at the sudden contact before watching as you swipe your hand up and down himself. 

Heeseung doesn’t want to think about how you learned to do what you’re doing to him. He doesn’t want to think about the boys you’ve kissed or the people who got to see you like this before. What he does know, however, is he’s the only person from here on out who will see you on your knees if he can help it. 

Your mouth envelopes the head and Heeseung emits a short grunt. The tension between you two begins to slowly dissipate as you fit more of his cock inside of your mouth. Your tongue expertly traces every ridge and vein as you push your throat down onto him, causing Heeseung to put his palms on the mattress and throw his head back. 

You hum around him when he moans. He’s itching to put his hand behind your head but refuses the idea, letting you set your own pace. Heeseung watches as you switch your angle, sitting up to rest on your knees to push your head further down on him. He witnessed as you spread your legs, a choked moan coming from his throat in conjunction with a particular gag from your mouth. 

There’s spit everywhere. It’s trailing down your lips and connecting to his cock when you pull yourself from his body. It’s seeping to his pants and he’s about to speak up when your motion attaches itself to his sensitive balls, licking at its warmth while your hand strokes him from atop. 

“That’s it. Fuuuuck.”

He bucks his hips once and curses. Heeseung feels your mouth envelop one of his balls, the pressure of your mouth around it making him feel a kind of euphoria he didn’t know was possible. Your mouth moves to the other to give it the same treatment before retreating back to his cock. This time, your hand massages him from below as you suck on him. 

When you look up at him and wink, he decides enough is enough. 

“Baby,” Heeseung pants, attempting to push your head off of him. He thinks it’s so sexy that you’re turned on while giving him a blowjob. “Baby, please stop. I don’t wanna come yet.” 

You oblige and take your mouth off of him with a popping sound. You sit back and Heeseung stares at you through drooping eyelids in pure shock and amazement at how you’ve managed to pull him to a near orgasm as quickly as you did.

“Come here,” he beckons with his fingers.

He attaches his mouth to yours and pushes his tongue inside of your mouth, exploring the warm, wet walls you have to offer. Heeseung decides that he loves the feeling of your tongue against his and lets you suck on the muscle. 

You take your dress off to reveal sheer panties with nothing else on. Heeseung’s jaw drops at your beauty, but he also cannot believe how sexy his best friend’s body is. To him, you were sculpted from the hands of Aphrodite herself with great love and care. And it’s all for him.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he murmurs, hovering over your body to press kisses to the valley of your chest. You let his hands roam and spread your legs to make room for him. 

Heeseung’s head travels back to your chest and you watch as he envelops your right nipple in his mouth. “Your tits are just perfect.” 

He makes a show out of it, hands cupping your breasts to massage them as his mouth works on you. He pushes your tits together and shoves his face between them, inhaling your scent while his tongue gathers whatever taste your body gives him. Heeseung moves to your left nipple and uses his tongue to flick the hardened bud over and over again until you’re arching your chest into his mouth. 

He grinds himself into your core with his pants still loose around his legs. It brings a moan out of your throat and he swallows it whole with his lips pressed firmly against yours. The friction feels delicious with the fabric of your panties against the hardness of Heeseung’s cock. He grinds against you with the help of your hips rolling into his, your natural wetness coating his cock in your essence. 

Heeseung moves his head to kiss your jawline, moving his mouth all over the expanse of your neck until he kisses right below your earlobe. You let out a particularly loud moan when he does, and Heeseung curses.

“Shit. Yeah baby, make those sounds for me. Let me hear your pretty moans.” 

His mouth attacks the area again and you aren’t shy about it. Your hands tangle in his hair as he kisses your neck and grinds his cock against the wet panties, which have by now molded to the shape of your pussy. 

Heeseung groans at the feeling of a particularly wet gush and lifts his hips enough to elicit a whimper out of your mouth. He experimentally lifts his hips again to align himself with you as he did before. The pressure must feel so good because your mouth hangs open with your eyes boring into his. 

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Does my baby feel good?” You can only nod and he doesn’t blame you. “That’s a good baby. Fuck, you’re so wet, it’s driving me crazy.” 

Heeseung feels your legs wrap around him and the way your heel pushes his lower back into your core. He takes the hint and quickens his pace, wanting nothing more than to see you come for him.

“You gotta come for me now, pretty girl,” he coaxed. “You deserve to come. Won’t you do that for me?” 

Heeseung is sure that he’s never seen or heard anything more erotic compared to the vision of watching you come. Your mouth opens with breathy moans as you focus on your pleasure and your eyes squeeze shut as if you’re trying to savor the moment in your mind.

“Atta girl,” Heeseung praises when your hips grind into his. He keeps himself still and lets your body take over. 

You eventually come down and realize Heeseung has yet to come, but that’s the last thing on his mind. He sinks his body down to come face-to-face with your crotch and licks the come off of the soiled fabric of your panties. The sheerness gives him a sneak peek at your pussy, and he groans when he licks a slow, fat strip up your slit.

“You taste so fucking delicious, baby.” He licks at you again, faster this time. “Tastes like milk and honey.” 

Heeseung kisses your wet panties over and over again, his soft lips providing jolts of pleasure. His hands roam around the soft flesh of your thighs and squeezes them as if he remembers you’re all his to touch. The feeling is one you want to commit to memory, but it seems like Heeseung knows your mind is working overtime because he reaches his hand to find yours and gives it a reassuring squeeze. 

You let his hand go when he pulls it from you to slide the useless barrier down your legs and to undo the straps of your heels. He takes great care to kiss your skin tenderly, starting by your ankle and making his way down just shy of where you need him the most. Heeseung repeats the process on the other leg until he comes face to face with your glistening core, licking his lips as if he doesn’t know where to start. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” he says before placing a soft kiss to your clit.

He repeats the motion, kissing your folds like they’re delicate antiquities that need to be handled with the utmost care. His lips become covered with your essence; he feels you squirm underneath him and uses the expanse of his palms to gently pry your legs open for him, soothing the soft skin of your inner thighs. 

Heeseung tentatively licks your slit and decides he loves the sound of your moans when he has his mouth on you. He does it again, dragging his tongue to feel every ridge and crevice that he’s yet to explore. His mouth feels like a warm comfort with the slow pace he sets, licking you as if he’s trying to tell you how much he loves you without saying it. 

“You taste divine.” 

You look down below to see his hair covering his eyes and brush it away with your hands. Heeseung looks right into your soul and you feel your heart clench, causing you to roll your hips into his face. He merely buries his nose close to you until he bumps your clit with the tip, pushing his wet muscle into you deeper. 

When your moans get lighter and your breathy sounds are the only audible thing in the room aside from his own moans. You open your eyes to see Heeseung humping the mattress below you. The sight is so erotic that you can’t help but let out a loud whine at the thought of Heeseung pleasuring himself while pleasuring you. 

He brings his fingers to your pussy and sways his fingers back and forth until he foregoes his slow pace, favoring a faster one. He abuses your swollen clit while you can only lay there and watch him play with you. Heeseung expertly inserts his middle finger into your seeping hole and bites his lip to concentrate on getting you to come again. 

“I need it,” he confesses, bringing his mouth to lick you as he adds another finger. “I need you to come for me again, baby. Can you do that for me?’

“Yes, Hee,” you pant. “I wanna come so badly.”

“You can do it, baby. You’ve been such a good girl tonight, giving me the best head and letting me make you come. I think you deserve to feel good.” 

“I do,” you nod rapidly. “Fuck, I think I’m coming.”

“That’s right,” he coos, hammering his digits into you while his tongue laps up the juices leaking from your pussy. “So good. You taste so fucking good. Give it to me.” 

He doesn't relent until he’s satisfied. Heeseung cleans the come from your lips as best he can while sneaking his hand to his cock, pumping himself as he tastes your orgasm on his tongue. 

“You’ve crazy,” you mutter as you settle from your high, loving the feeling of Heeseung’s mouth tenderly licking you clean. 

“For you.” He pulls his face away and wipes the back of his hand before pressing a kiss to your clit. 

When he rises to take his pants and boxers off, he sees you with your arm covering your face. 

“Are you doing okay?” 

“Perfect, actually,” you sigh. You remove your arm to see him with his cock in his hands and motion him to come towards the edge of the bed as you crawl on your knees before sitting upright to pull him into a searing kiss. 

“That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” Heeseung says against your mouth. “It’s better than porn, if I’m being honest.” 

You grab his cock and stroke him. “I’ll consider letting you take a video of me when we get back home if you fuck me right now.” 

“Turn around,” he says after an open-mouthed kiss.

You follow his instructions and he groans to himself as you present your perfect pussy to him again. Heeseung sinks to his knees and smacks your ass before shoving his tongue into your hole. He spreads your asscheeks apart and digs his nose against you, licking up the wetness and remnants of your orgasm like it’s his last meal. His tongue licks up your body until he finds your wrinkled muscle and presses a soft kiss to your tightest hole. 

The surprise comes to him when you moan softly. Your body doesn’t jerk away. Rather, you spread your legs further for him and Heeseung moans against your pussy before bringing his tongue to lick over the muscle again. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks, dipping his tongue back in.

“Better than I imagined.” 

“You imagined my tongue in your ass, baby?” 

You nod. “I’ve always wanted to know what that feels like.” 

Heeseung doesn’t give you a verbal answer. Instead, he spits into your hole and watches it dribble down to your pussy, licking his way from your incredibly wet folds to your hole once again. He licks over the expanse with the surface of his tongue one, twice, three times before you’re whining for his cock. He wastes no time tearing open the condom and hurriedly places it on himself. 

The first stretch of his cock in your pussy makes him see Heaven. The sharp gasp that comes from your mouth is music to his ears and he’s careful to sink himself into you slowly, inch by inch until you’re telling him he can go further. 

His cock impales you at such a perfect angle that it has you falling to your elbows, your back arched so perfectly that he’s sure you’d be the most popular pornstar if you really wanted to be. He keeps half of his cock in you to allow you to adjust, but he underestimates just how cock hungry you are because you back yourself until he’s filling you to the brim.

“Baby’s such a slut, isn’t she?” Heeseung wonders out loud. He grins when you nod. “I love you like that. So dirty for me.” 

“Only for you,” you say, cheek pressed to the mattress when Heeseung thrusts in you. 

The sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the room. It doesn’t take long for your wet juices to glisten over the back of your thighs and onto Heeseung’s. His hands find purchase on your hips as he pulls your body close to him, loving the way your choked moans become muffled by the mattress below. 

“So. Fucking. Tight,” he moans with detailed thrusts. “So. Fucking. Wet.” 

He climbs on the bed and plants his feet on the blankets, holding your body in place as he pounds into you from above. The angle has you seeing stars and rips moan after moan from you. 

Heeseung grins wickedly. “Such a fuckable body. So perfect.” 

His degradation paired with praise ignites a fire inside of you. You can only moan louder to let Heeseung know exactly how he’s making you feel and you can’t help but think you deserved to be fucked exactly the way Heeseung is fucking you.

The pleasure feels like an explosion of a thousand suns. Your body is warm from the hours you’ve spent in the hotel room and your neighbors getting a good night’s sleep is the least of your concerns. Heeseung’s cock drills into you from above like he’s a sex god and it nearly brings you to tears. 

He turns you over carefully until you’re laying flat on your back with your head propped against the pillows. He steals one from you and puts it underneath the small of your back to create leverage before lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing himself in again.

Heeseung thrusts like he’s got to prove just how in love with you he is. Your wanton moans fill the room with his low grunts as his cock continually hits the one spot that makes you see stars, over and over again.

But you know he could do more to make you feel better. He must notice you in deep thought because he slows his hips. 

“What is it, baby?” Heeseung asks when he notices your eyebrows knit together. “Is this okay? Do you need me to stop so we can take a break?”

“Take it off,” you whisper. His hips have faltered and his pace stutters at your words.

“Take what off?”

“The condom.” Heeseung nearly chokes. “Take the condom off.” 

“Baby—”

“I just wanna feel you.” 

Heeseung curses and his hips automatically drill into yours at the request out of pure shock. He can’t lie to himself. He’s thought about it multiple times since you left for Europe and as he’s come to term with his feelings for you. The cute fantasies about taking you on dates to dinner or drive in theaters transform into daydreams about dirty affairs in his bedroom with his seed leaking out of your perfect hole. 

Still, he doesn’t believe it.

“Please, Hee,” you plead, arching your chest towards him. “Let me feel you. Don’t you want to come inside me?”

“Fuck,” he falters, his forehead on yours. “You can’t just say that…I can’t be risky with you.” 

“Yes you can.” He watches you bite your lip and feels your hands push him off of you. Heeseung doesn’t put up a fight when he slips out of your warm hole and feels your hands grip his cock, desperately trying to tug the condom off of him. 

Heeseung sees the pathetic rubber in your hands when you bring it up for him to see. It’s glistening and his mouth drools at the sight, lips parting enough as if he stares at it in disbelief. He groans lowly in your ear as he peppers a few wet kisses to your neck. 

You spread your legs wider in the air and grip his cock in your head, pumping him a few times before letting his bare tip rest against your hole. His sharp intake is enough to make you bite your lip. 

“Pussy’s so wet,” he says against your neck, pushing an inch inside of you. “God, I could come like this.”

“You can.” 

“No, baby. Gonna fuck you the way you deserve before I come.”

With that sentiment, Heeseung pushes himself inside of you until he’s fully sheathed within your walls. He relishes the way you gasp at the sudden movement and he uses this angle to his advantage, positioning his ear next to your mouth to hear your delicious sounds. 

He moves his hips at such a pace that it makes you feel like your body’s bouncing on top of the soft mattress below you. Heeseung presses his chest against yours to kiss you like his life depends on it, tongue invading the privacy of your mouth but you couldn’t care less where his mouth goes. He can feel your nipples on his skin and groans into your mouth when you clench at a particularly hard thrust. 

“S-So good,” you stutter against his mouth with a breathy moan. Heeseung feels your arm around his shoulders, scratching at his back. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Mhm,” he coaxed. “Such a good baby. You look so pretty underneath me.” 

With a new sense of purpose, Heeseung lifts himself to push himself into you at a deeper angle. He forces his hips into you harder, your hands coming to your chest to cup your tits to give you something to hold in the meantime.

“That’s right, beautiful. Squeeze your tits for me.” 

You do, pinching and twisting your nipples until you hear Heeseung moan above you. It sounds nearly animalistic, the way his throat emits a groan that sounds so primal. He sees the dirty smile you paint your mouth with and leans his head down to press a kiss to your forehead before his hand comes to your cheeks, squeezing them between my fingers.

“You like it when I fuck you like this?” Heeseung asks, hips rolling against your own pelvis. When you nod, he gives you a nasty smile of his own and gives you a few harsh thrusts for good measure before pulling himself off of your chest with his cock still inside of you. 

Heeseung sits on his knees and pulls out just far enough where his hot tip remains buried inside of you, relishing in the panty breaths you emit as he watches your chest rise and fall. You look so beautiful to him with your hair messed up against the pillow beneath you and with a few faint hickeys on your chest and neck. Heeseung thinks that all of his wildest dreams could never compare to how gorgeous you look when you’re positioned directly where he wants you. 

You don’t complain when he pulls out to rest his cock on your wet, bare pussy. You wince at the loss and let him slide himself up and down, biting your lip when he grazes your swollen clit over and over again. 

The man above you lifts your right leg so that he can grip you tighter. You relinquish any control left in your body as Heeseung curses and kisses the side of your ankle. He dips the head of his cock inside and thrusts shallowly as if to tease, but you know he’s exploring all the way his cock looks like against your own body. 

It feels euphoric. The whole affair is dirty, but it’s the kind of dirty that makes you want to do it again. It’s the kind of dirty that makes this night an event you’ll want to remember for the rest of your night because Heeseung had poured his entire heart and soul for you to take. 

For Heeseung, this pleasure is less about knowing you have him permission to put himself inside you. You’ve always been so sure of yourself and your body; it’s something Heeseung has always admired about you as a person. Growing up with your insecurities of relationships and dating might’ve made you feel like a late bloomer; to Heeseung, your tendency to keep your head straight has always been a testament to how knowledgeable you are about yourself and about others. You save yourself for people who are worthy of you, and god, does he want to be worthy of you.

“I love you,” Heeseung whispers from above you. His eyes are closed and he pays no mind to the feeling your pussy gives him. Flashes of your memories stitch together like a film reel with your laughter as the soundtrack. He doesn’t think he wants to hear anything else for the rest of his life. 

Just for good measure, he whispers it again. “I love you so much.” 

“And I love you.”

Heeseung opens his eyes to see your tender ones, cheeks flushed from the sudden compliment. He always liked that he knew how to get you to blush when no one else couldn’t. This time, a sense of pride blooms in his chest. 

“I’ll never let you down,” he confesses. “And if I do, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” 

“I know, baby.” Heeseung’s hand cups your cheek and caresses it. “I trust you.” 

That’s enough for him to release your leg from his grip and pound himself into you like his life depends on bringing you to peak happiness. 

Heeseung’s palms are planted firmly on either side of your body as his hips roll gracefully against yours, the hot, wet mess between the two of you splashing on both of your thighs. He watches your eyes close shut and as your back arches to relieve some of the pressure, feeling somewhat proud of himself when he watches as your hands grab at the sheets for stability. 

There’s nothing that compares to watching you orgasm. Your eyebrows knit as if you’re concentrating while your mouth stands slightly ajar at the euphoric feeling of that single knot that’s threatening to come undone until it does. All of the girls he’s deluded into thinking he liked could never compare to the looks and sounds you’re making. 

“That’s it,” he coaxes softly. “Cream my cock, baby. That’s a good girl.” 

Heeseung feels you push and clench around him, gushing until there’s nowhere left for your come to go. He peeks down at where the two of you meet and groans when he sees his cock becoming painted in a sheer layer of white. It edges him on and the moment he locks his eyes with yours, his hips begin to stutter and he spills all he has to offer inside of you. 

He comes with short breaths as if he can’t believe you’ve allowed him to do so. Your hips move up and down as if to milk him for all he’s worth while Heeseung’s trying his best to balance his body on top of yours, grateful that some of his gym workouts prevent him from completely collapsing on top of you to.

His come seeps from your bodies and he pulls out, a few droplets splattering on your pussy lips. He nudges the tip against it, smearing his paint across your canvas and marveling at the sight. 

“My good girl,” he murmurs, eyes locked in at his handy work.

“I’ve never let anyone come inside of me,” you say with a fond expression. Your arm comes to brush Heeseung’s hair from his face before cradling his cheek when he looks at you in surprise. 

“Really?” 

You nod, biting your cheek. “Well, I always knew you were it for me. I didn’t want anyone else tainting what’s yours.” 

“Mine?” he asks, catching his breath. “You mean it? You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Hee.” 

“All mine,” he mutters to himself in disbelief. 

You still feel his cock working itself against you. He’s still hard, a wonder after your hours locked away in your hotel room. It makes you laugh.

“No one has ever compared to you either,” Heeseung says. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he continues toying with your pussy. “Even when I fooled myself into thinking I didn’t like you.”

You laugh. “Well that’s good to hear. I realized all the guys I went after while I was abroad either looked like you or reminded me of you.” 

“I can confidently and stupidly say the same.” 

Your laughs echo through the room. Heeseung pulls your body upright, not caring that your mixed come is leaking on his cock and his bare lap. He kisses you with tender care, lips moving at a slow pace while his hands roam over the expanse of your back while your hands are on his broad shoulders. Heeseung could live like this everyday if you’d let him. 

You smile midway through when you feel his fully hardened cock against you. Heeseung apologizes quietly against your lips but feels you shake your head, pulling back to push him against the headboard until he’s comfortably seated. 

He looks at your pussy when you hover above him, the white cream still sticking to you as you grip his cock. Heeseung can’t believe his eyes when he understands what you’re about to do. Before he can even think, you align yourself with his cock and sink until you’re stuffed with him.

“Shit,” he curses through his teeth. 

“What good is coming inside of me if you don’t do it again and again, Hee?” 

“That might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.” 

“Oh, yeah?”

You don’t move just yet, opting to press small kisses to Heeseung’s face. You kiss his forehead, both temples, his nose, both eyelids, and the apples of his cheeks before placing a kiss to his lips. 

“Before we leave, I want you to fuck me against that window,” you say, turning your head to the window that glimpses the city below. 

“But people can see,” is Heeseung’s first comment.

“So?” 

He chokes and when you feel his cock twitch inside of you, you can’t help but laugh at him.

“I’ve heard talk about your escapades, Lee. Why so shy with me?” 

He smacks your asscheek. “Naughty girl. Didn’t know you were nasty like that.” Heeseung gives you that kind of teasing smile that has you folding for him all over again. “Alright then, humor me. What else do you want to do before we leave?” 

“I’d love to give you a blowjob while we shower, too.” 

“That can certainly be arranged. Anything else?” 

You look around the room. “I kind of want to see you eat me out while I sit on the desk chair. Makes me think you’re some kind of secretary who’s desperate for my pussy.”

“I am desperate for your pussy,” Heeseung reminds you. “What if I’m the stone cold CEO and you’re the cute secretary whose ass I dream about?” 

You seat his chest. “This is my fantasy. You can have yours when we get home.” 

Heeseung raises his eyebrow. “Mm, you sure?”

“Positively,” you nod. Heeseung’s hands travel from your ass to your hips and guides you up and down his cock, letting you set the pace after the brutal first round from a few minutes prior. 

“Gonna fuck you in and on my car, since you like being watched so much,” Heeseung teases. His words seem to make your pussy clench and hips move faster. He forgoes any shyness when speaking about his fantasies and spills his every thought.

“I always thought you looked so cute in your old school uniform. I’ve always wanted to take you in that skirt they gave you.”

“I’ll buy one of those sexy schoolgirl costumes and surprise you for your birthday,” you say, locking your eyes with him. “Oh, professor! Is there anything I can do to raise my grade?”

Heeseung laughs at your antics, but the images of you in the costume aforementioned makes his grip on your body tighter. 

“I selfishly want to watch you suck me off while I play with the guys.” He says it in a way that makes him avert his gaze and you can see a faint blush on his face. “I-I saw this video on Twitter. It looks hot.”

“I can do that for you.” You kiss both of his burning cheeks.

“But mostly, I just want you to sit on my face. Mad at me? Sit on my face. Sad? Sit on my face. Happy to see me? Sit on my face.” 

“Simp,” you grunt, thighs burning from pushing yourself on and off of Heeseung’s cock. 

“And proud.” He smacks both ass cheeks again. “Now what do you say, baby? If you ride me until you come, you can blow me in the bathroom before I fuck you in front of the entirety of Paris. Can you do that for me?”

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

The next morning, you meet Heeseung and the rest of the guys in the lobby while Jay checks out on behalf of all of you. Jake’s the first to see you coming. 

“You’re glowing and I don’t know if I like that.” He raises his eyebrow at Heeseung, who has pulled you into him by your waist. 

“At least some of us are getting laid,” you retort. “I don’t recall seeing anyone do the walk of shame even though you had the room to yourself.” 

Riki and Sunoo don’t try to contain their laughter as Jake’s cheeks turn a shade of pink. He rolls his eyes when you look at him, but shakes his head and punches your arm with your first. 

“Nah, I’m really glad you two got that out of your system and worked it out.”

“You guys had major sexual tension,” Sunoo comments. 

“Thank God Y/N’s room was at the end of the hall,” says Sunghoon. “I don’t know how their neighbors felt but I can sleep peacefully knowing I didn’t have to hear all of that.” 

“Okay, enough,” Heeseung laughs. “We get it, we had a lot of sexual tension and now we’re fine.”

“So you guys are boyfriend-girlfriend?” Jungwon asks. 

“Y/N is my girlfriend and I am her boyfriend.” 

“I will key his car if he hurts you again,” Riki tells you, looking at Heeseung after he’s finished speaking. You detach yourself from his waist and bring your arms around Riki to give him a squeeze.

“Thanks, Riki.”

“Okay, we should call the cabs right now so we can get to the airport early,” Jay says from behind you. 

“Jay is such a dad,” Jungwon whispers. 

He pays no mind to Jungwon’s words, instead focusing on the way Heeseung pulls you into his chest. It warms his heart in ways he can’t explain.

“Congratulations, you two. Let’s go home.”

*✧･ﾟ─────────── *✧･ﾟ

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Maybe we should find our home in one

It's a crazy time in my life and I'm so stoked to be writing and feeling so much more content in my life and the things around me.

There's so much to write about - the feeling of being able to reflect back on how crazy our lives have actually been over the past 4 years, the feeling of walking around the city that finally feels like home and listening to songs that speak to your soul, the connections and feeling finally important to people here, the feeling of making a nest, of growing our family with a furry edition, the upcoming trip to Australia, that 'home' is now in a different city and country.

That we have found like minded people here, that most things that are cool about america are actually just living in new york. Americans are awesome and I'm starting to really vibe with them and feel at home among them, to the point where I'm expecting Australians to be weird. It's strange to be so consciously assimilating to a place. You hear of kids doing it but they're so much more adaptable. Starting from scratch in your 30s is wild. Except I'm not starting from scratch. i'm bringing so much with me. I have started being better at contacting my family more often which has been lovely. I am so incredibly busy but the check ins with Chrissy have made me realise that every week is like that so I need to prioritize maintaining those relationships.

But it's so nice to be cozy here. To be accidentally pronouncing "r" sounds a bit differently, so calling it a trash can without thinking about it. I can't help but be SO damn curious about whether we will stay here, whether we will have kids, whether we will be deported, where we will end up, but this is a familiar feeling. Being in Osaka, or Taipei, or Pengang, Kuala Lumpur, while Ritchie did his portfolio, and being SO curious. I guess I was more impatient. This is a nicer feeling. It's not full of anxiety, it's full of optimistic curiosity. It's wonderful to feel a generally positive outlook, and to be above all actually just enjoying the day to day. There's so many things to look forward to but I know that I'm in a moment, and I think consciously living some of the most amazing things of my life over the past few years has helped me understand how you look back on things and you are always grateful for the times you see the awesome stuff around you.

And it's so fucking cool you can be as loud as you want to be here in literally any setting and no one cares. And if you're in the wrong spot or doing the 'wrong' thing, someone will just tell you. It's so calming to the soul and something I never realised really did weigh on me in a country so hamstrung by 'politeness', or just pasive agression

To remember what a normal day here is. How all of these things stoked me and so rightly so when I was a tourist here. The exceptional vegan food from all over the world, making friends like Hana so genuinely and deeply so quickly and remembering that it's possible. For maintaining my friendships and relationships with my family and to feel deeply stoked about going back.

I guess I didn't realise I was going to Australia so soon when I started writing this but I leave in 3 days and that's fucking wild. It's such a complex mix of feelings being so excited to plan Celias wedding and see my family. Noticing things I'm going to miss about New York while I sit here watching the Yankees, how work is so intensely busy but I am feeling smart and competent. I feel like I'm more of a grown up version of me in New York but not in a bad way, but in a way where I feel like I've learned a lot in the few years travelling which is I guess one of the reasons we did it, even though that wasn't even the intended purpose. I know who I am, I know what I want, and I know what makes me happy which is a nice feeling.

I'm scared about whether I'll want to make this my home, how saying goodbye to people is going to feel, how I don't actually know when the next time I'll see Keira will be. How it's all going to be against a clock with such limited time there. But how long a month is going to be as well. My reality here with work, making friends, going to gigs and having like 5 shows in the 2 weeks I return to New York, to going for possible holidays around here, getting a dog, getting really strong at the gym, progressing in my career and back into category management. It's a crazy and exciting life here and I love it, all with the backdrop of New York fucking City and to the sounds of Spanish Love Songs. I know it's been a stressful week but we have a really nice life here in our little nest by the church bells and gently lit with the buzz of the whole foods. I'll really just have to see how I feel there, what my reality of my day to day would be, my career, the shows and lifestyle here, and what it would be there, in what city, and in what capacity. II'll see what I miss, both ways, and I know it will be hard but I guess it's a unique thing that you deal with when you move overseas in your 30s. But it's one hell of an adventure no matter what I plan to do or where I end up going. That old lady at the bear thing said that life is a tapestry and every phase of your life is a square and that she wanted a colourful one. I dunno man but mine would be glorious so far and I'm optimistic about the rest.

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The Impact of Maui Port for Cruise Ships on the Development of Travel and Tourism Organizations

Maui is the 2nd largest island in the Hawaiian archipelago and is a popular destination for cruise ships. The Maui port for cruise ships has become a famous spot for visitors entering Hawaii via sea. 

In 2025, the port will continue to play an important role in the local economy, contributing to tourism revenue and supporting thousands of jobs. In this blog, you’ll explore Maui’s tourism growth, its challenges, and the role of tour and travel agencies in enhancing the experience.

Maui’s Tourism Economic Growth and Developments

The Maui port for cruise ships, specifically Kahului Harbor, continues to host major cruise lines like Carnival, Norwegian, and Royal Caribbean, all of which contribute to the region’s hospitality and retail sector. 

According to the Hawaii Tourism Authority, Maui received nearly 86,748 visitors who arrived via cruise ships, generating substantial revenue. The cruise industry also directly benefits the local businesses, with ports like Kahului bringing in millions of dollars each year. 

On average, a visitor to Maui typically spends around $269.79 a day while visiting the island. This spending includes activities such as tours, shopping, and dining, all of which directly support local businesses. 

According to data from the Maui Economic Development Board, around 70% of all jobs on Maui are directly or indirectly tied to tourism, meaning the vast majority of jobs on the island are supported by the Maui port and tourism industry. 

Moreover, with this huge traffic in this port, it itself is a source of employment. Dock workers, administrative staff, and port managers are always in demand. The continued expansion of the Maui port for cruise ships will ensure that these economic benefits continue to grow.

Challenges and Environmental Concerns

As there is heavy traffic in the region, there is an increased concern for environmental and infrastructural impact. The Hawaiian Islands are known for their fragile ecosystem, and increased foot traffic can hamper it with issues like overcrowding, waste management, and pollution. 

There have been substantial steps taken by the government to conserve the region, such as the installation of waste-recycling systems and shore power, which allows Maui port for cruise ships to plug into the island’s electrical grid rather than running their engines while docked. 

Apart from that, some sustainable tourism initiatives have been taken that encourage passengers to explore Maui in ways that present less impact to the environment. This is done by using eco-friendly transportation or choosing tours that focus on conservation.

Role of Tour and Travel Agency

Visitors, especially those who are visiting the region for the first time, don't have a proper idea of how to effectively explore the place. They generally take help from a touring agency that can guide them to make their trip memorable.

The agencies partner with local operators to offer unique experiences, from scenic tours of Haleakala National Park and Hana Highway to cultural experiences like hula lessons and lei-making workshops.

Generally, they provide a package that includes all these activities. Also, they provide options for customization for any specific thing you’re willing to do here. 

After the passenger starts their trip at the Maui port for cruise ships, travel agencies offer post-cruise vacation packages that encourage extended stays on the island. These packages typically include hotel stays, rental cars, guided tours, and excursions. 

Also, they have great knowledge about most of the tourist places in Hawaii, and so they can, while providing sightseeing, also guide you through the significance of the place you’re visiting.

Conclusion

Watching the region’s prominence for touring experiences, there have been continuous developments and steps taken to promote tourism. With such initiatives, its idea is to capture the attention of more visitors and provide them with the memorable experience they’ve been urging for.

Dynamic Tour Hawaii is at the forefront of this evolution, providing tailored touring experiences to anyone willing to explore Maui ports for cruise ships. Check for the packages by visiting their website.

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Trusted Phone Repair Service in Kaneohe: Aloha Phone Repair

Aloha Kaneohe! Phone acting up and you need a reliable place to get it fixed? Look no further than Aloha Phone Repair by TCA Wireless. We're not in Kaneohe proper, but we're just a short drive away in Pearl City. And for trustworthy phone repair service, it's worth the trip! We've been fixing phones in Hawaii since 1998, and we've built our reputation on quality work, fair prices, and awesome customer service.

Why Choose a Trusted Repair Shop?

Okay, so your phone's busted. Maybe the screen's cracked or the battery's about to give up the ghost. You need a place you can trust to do the job right the first time. That's where we come in. We've been fixing phones for ages, and we've got the experience and know-how to handle any phone problem you throw our way.

Common Phone Problems We Fix Every Day

Phones these days can do some pretty amazing things but they're also kinda fragile. Whether you've got a cracked screen, a battery that conks out after five minutes, or some other strange phone issue, we've got you covered. Here's a peek at some of the most common phone repairs we handle:

Phone Screen Repair: Yeah, a cracked screen can be a real bummer. Makes it tough to see what you're doing and, let's be honest, it looks kinda busted. But no worries, we can replace your screen quickly with a high-quality one and have your phone looking good as new.

Battery Replacements: Is your battery dying faster than you can say "pau hana"? We feel your pain. We can swap out that tired battery for a fresh one and you'll be back to snapping selfies and scrolling through social media in no time.

Water Damage: Uh oh, did your phone take a dip in the ocean? Or maybe it went for a swim in the toilet? (Hey, it happens!) Bring it in ASAP! We might be able to resurrect it from a watery grave.

Charging Port Repairs: If your phone refuses to charge, the charging port might be the issue. We can fix that up for you lickety-split.

Speaker and Microphone Issues: Can't hear your calls or your buddies can't hear you? We can sort out those speaker and microphone shenanigans.

Software Problems: Sometimes it ain't the hardware that's acting up. We can help with software issues and get your phone running smoothly again.

More Than Just iPhone Repair (But We're Wicked Good at That Too!)

While we're pros at iPhone repair, we fix a whole bunch of other phone brands too. Samsung? You got it. Google Pixel? Absolutely. LG, Motorola, OnePlus – you name it, we probably fix it. We use only the highest quality parts and our skilled technicians work quickly to get your phone back in your hands in a jiffy.

Why Choose Aloha Phone Repair by TCA Wireless?

Local and Ohana: We're a local business and treat our customers like family. Come experience the Aloha spirit!

Awesome Warranty: We offer a fantastic warranty on our repairs because we stand behind our work.

Fast Turnaround: We know you need your phone so we work quickly to get your phone screen repair or other repairs done fast.

Experienced Technicians: Our techs have seen it all and fixed it all when it comes to phones. They're basically phone whisperers.

Quality Parts: We use only the best parts for your iPhone cracked screen repair. We want your phone to work like new again.

Upfront Pricing: No surprises here! We'll give you a clear price before we start any work.

FAQs About Phone Repair

Q: Can you fix my Google Pixel phone?

A: Totally! We fix Google Pixel phones and a bunch of other brands. Just bring it in and we'll check it out.

Q: My phone got wet in Kaneohe. Do you guys fix water damage?

A: Yes, we do! Bring your phone in as soon as possible after any water damage. The sooner you bring it in the better the chances of saving it.

Q: I need a new battery for my phone in Waipahu. Can you help?

A: For sure! We do battery replacements for most phone models. Stop by our shop and we'll get you powered up in no time.

Q: How much does it cost for an iPhone screen repair?

A: The cost of phone screen repair varies depending on the model and the extent of the damage. Give us a call or stop by for a free quote.

Q: Do you offer cracked iPhone screen repair?

A: Absolutely! We can fix your cracked iPhone screen and have it looking good as new.

Q: How long does a typical phone repair usually take?

A: Most phone repairs can be done within an hour or two. Sometimes even faster! It depends on the type of repair.

Visit Us Today!

Don't let a busted phone ruin your week. Aloha Phone Repair by TCA Wireless-Pearl City is your go-to for fast and reliable phone repair in Kaneohe and all of Oahu. We're located at:

Aloha Phone Repair by TCA Wireless - Pearl City850 Kamehameha Hwy Ste #8 Pearl City, HI 96782 +1 (808) 944-8886

We look forward to helping you!

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Locked houses and opened paths

Summary: katsumi gets locked out of her house, so she has to stay the night with Hana

“Fucking hell” Katsumi muttered to themself, failing at opening the door once more.

Of course she’d forgotten her keys the day her parents were out of town. Just their luck.

They could technically get in by window or picking the door lock, but that would set off their fathers’ extensive security systems and they really didn’t feel like dealing with that today.

So that left one option. Stay at a friend’s house.

She sent a quick text to her unitmates, and before they could even switch tabs ask someone else, they’d already gotten an offer from Hana to stay with her, and confirmation from Isomi that it’s fine with their parents.

They sighed and answered the sisters’ texts with a quick ‘be right there then’

-~~——————————————————~~-

After an excruciatingly long train trip, she’d finally made it to the Kanzaki house. Honestly they always forgot just how big the house is.

They moved their arm to ring the doorbell but before her finger could make contact with the buzzer, the door opened, revealing a blindingly bright smile belonging to one Hana Kanzaki.

“Hi Hirano-senpai! Come in, come in!” She said, ushering Katsumi inside.

Katsumi quickly took off their shoes and switched them for a pair of indoor slippers, following behind Hana.

Eventually they reached the destination, and Hana opened the door to reveal a large neat room, if a bit empty. There was a futon fully prepared and laid out on the floor, as well as a dresser and wardrobe on opposite sides of the room, the closest to decoration being the rug on the floor.

“Sorry it’s not much, but I hope this is to your liking! The bathroom is on the left side and on the other side of the bathroom is my room if you need anything during the night!”

Katsumi blinked twice before fully registering the words. Sharing a bathroom. With Hana. Sure. They could do that. They totally wouldn’t like self implode or anything.

Her brain took a second to process the rest of the sentence.

“Wait what do you mean not much, the whole room is bigger than my father’s office this is more than enough. And I’ll keep the rest in mind.” She regained her composure soon enough. “Thanks again for taking me on such short notice.”

“Ah it’s no problem at all! I’m happy to help anytime especially if it’s a friend in need.”

Something in her stomach dropped a bit at being called a friend, but they tried (and failed) to crush the feeling. Like an annoyingly evasive fly. Or as her Father would say, a tiny enemy drone that refused to get destroyed.

“I’ll leave you to unpack! Call me if you need anything!”

And with that, Katsumi was left alone in the entirely too large guest room.

Well. They should probably just start unpacking her luggage instead of whatever the hell their emotions were doing.

-~~——————————————————~~-

After unpacking what little luggage they had, namely their practice clothing from rehearsal and some essentials they’d brought back from the dorms. They made her way to the living room in search of Hana or Isomi, getting lost on the way several times.

Instead of being greeted by someone she was hoping for, they instead had found the people she’d been dreading seeing most despite having met several times. Their parents. Thankfully only Otogari-san had seemed to be awake. Though they doubted he could get up with both his shoulders and lap being hogged by two grown men and an elderly dog.

Otogari-san seemed to have finally noticed her. “Ah, hello Hirano-san, Hana told me you’d be visiting. It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

She walked over and shook his awkwardly stretched hand. Even despite the amount of times they’d met him it never got any less nerve wracking. “Likewise a pleasure Sir Otogari-san.”

If there’d been one thing they’d learned from their fathers it had been to put on a polite face, even in the face of fear. Well. That fear was supposed to be more dramatic situations like business meeting and the like and not talking with your crush’s dad. But close enough.

“Would you like anything to eat or drink? Tea perhaps or biscuits?”

“Ah no I’m quite alright.” Katsumi said, trying to avoid the hospitality. Also they quite doubted he’d be able to get up at the moment.

“Are you sure? Theres chips as well if you’d prefer a snack.”

That did actually sound really appealing…. but she had a mission to focus on. “Ah no I swear it’s quite alright, if I do need something I’ll inform you.” Actually they’re more likely to ask Isomi. But it’s the thought that counts. “Though If I may ask, where is Hana-chan?”

A single raised eyebrow at the use of both the first name and casual suffix. “She should be in the backyard, could I trouble you to tell her dinner is almost ready?”

“Of course sir! Leave it to me!” Katsumi said, saluting and trying not to leave too quickly.

Though they could’ve sworn they heard a small whisper along the lines of youth and love, alongside another voice muttering stars above, she chose to ignore that instead.

-~~——————————————————~~-

“- I don’t know maybe I’m just looking into it too much… Oh! Hello Hirano-senpai!” Hana said, quickly getting startled halfway through petting her horse, causing a dismayed neigh.

Katsumi jogged up to Hana.

“You don’t have to adress me so formally outside of work hours, just call me Katsumi Hana-chan~” Katsumi said, emphasizing each syllable of the other’s name.

“Ah sorry Katsumi-senpai.. i’ll try my best!” The use of a first name and the determination in Hana’s words caused Katsumi’s heart to skip a beat.

“Well as long as you’re trying. Otogari-sama asked if I could call you in for dinner”

“Oh. Well I’m done with feeding the horses so we can go back together.” Hana said with a small smile.

She started walking, so Katsumi followed her in lieu of an answer. The atmosphere was starting to get unbearable awkward, so an attempt at small talk was made.

“…So how are the horses doing?” Katsumi asked.

“They’re doing well! Isomi’s been taking good care of them!” Hana replied happily.

Ofcourse. Hana may have liked horses but isomi’s a way bigger fan. Fuckkk.

“Good to hear, how’s the garden doing?”

Jackpot. Within minutes Hana had started a long monologue on the current status on all her different plants. It was pretty endearing to hear her talking about her plants so passionately. She seemed especially happy with how her tomatoes were growing.

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The food smelled great.

It’s always strange to see just how… affectionate Isomi and Hana’s parents are. Not that Katsumi’s parents weren’t they just had a… strange way of showing it. But that wasn’t the important thing right now, so.

They averted their eyes away from Otogari-San and Kanzaki-san’s lovey doveyness and instead looked at the food in front of them at the food. A Persian dish, though she hadn’t asked the name yet. It smelled absolutely amazing. That might be influenced a tiny bit by the fact that it’d been hours since she ate but they couldn’t wait to eat it.

Suddenly Katsumi felt a hand on their shoulder, they damn near jumped out of their skin before turning around and finding Isomi with a predictably shit eating grin.

“Fucking hell you scared the shit out of me. How do you sneak up on people so well??” They exclaimed.

“It’s a secret.” Isomi said, still grinning. It was starting to get a bit unnerving in all honesty.

“Well don’t do it then. What did you even do that for?”

“Oh baba wanted me to ask why you’re just standing there. Dinner’s literally on the table c’mon.” Which was the final warning Katsumi got before being dragged by Isomi to the dining table, and being shoved into a seat, in between Hana and Isomi.

The food was unbelievably good, Koobideh kebab with Japanese style rice and curry. The bits of saffron sprinkled on top enhanced the flavor and Katsumi was tempted to ask for the recipe.

But before they could do that all three of the parents had already left to do their respective tasks. Oogami-San was doing the dishes, Kanzaki-San went to walk the dog, and Otogari-San went to do something completely unknown and just gave a glance at Isomi and Hana that Katsumi is fairly sure was supposed to mean something.

The silence was broken by Hana, asking Katsumi if they wanted to play any games, or perhaps go outside and enjoy the rain for a bit, so they, along with Isomi ended up playing a few rounds of cards before retreating to bed.

Which is how Katsumi ended up where they are now, staring up at the ceiling unable to sleep. Closing their eyes every few minutes just to hear a loud clap of thunder, the rainstorm from earlier having turned to a full on thunderstorm.

There wouldn’t be a problem of course had Katsumi not been scared of thunderstorms. What an embarrassing situation to happen right as they were staying the night at their friend’s house.

Eventually they couldn’t bear staring at the ceiling much longer, and it was impossible to focus on the book on her phone is such conditions, so they decided to brace themself and to visit Isomi’s room. Only to walk past and to hear Isomi snoring so loudly it could be mistaken for the thunder itself. Most definitely a no-go.

So they braved the great unknown and decided to go to Hana’s room instead. Katsumi could see a small lamp shining from outside, so they knocked.

Katsumi heard quiet footsteps before the door opened, revealing a very awake Hana.

“Hi Hana I uhm. Well I.” Katsumi stumbled over her words as they tried to figure out how to explain themself. “I wanted to ask if.” A sudden clap of thunder sounded and they froze.

Hana looked understanding, and let Katsumi in without hearing out their attempted explanation.

“Couldn’t sleep?” She asked, slipping a hand onto theirs. Katsumi’s heart skipped a beat.

Katsumi sighed. Might as well be honest. “No, I’m not.. a big fan of storms.”

Hana didn’t press further. “Do you want to sleep here perhaps?” She asked, smiling lightly.

They nodded, and Hana shuffled the bedding a bit to make more room for Katsumi. Katsumi’s face burned as they laid down next to her, hugging her tight whenever a particularly loud clap seemed to resonate through the room.

Eventually, the pair fell asleep, when morning came the two were found cuddled up together by Kanzaki Souma, who simply smiled and closed the door again.

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I was planning a driving vacation for me. And jennifer kim to take old route sixty six. Never got around to it....

a road trip on Route 66 worth it?

It takes some planning to get to see all the countless little things along the Route but that planning is worth it. While it might be hard to guess how much time you need from day to day, I'd say 14 days if you're on the faster end with lots of driving as well.

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Route 66 - All You Need to Know BEFORE You Go (2024) - Tripadvisor

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We used to take driving vacations as a family to florida and back from florida.

Image number 5 through 9. You will see many places to stop at as you're driving to florida or coming back from florida to chicago.... You will also see many places that are free along the route that you can stop at as well..... We went to disney during the summer in july and beginning of august when it was cheapest...

O the Places We Go

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The Ultimate Road Trip Itinerary from Chicago to Florida

Sep 6, 2018 — Lookout Mountain's legendary attractions – Ruby Falls for the tallest underground waterfall, Rock City's incredible vistas,

If you Look at the top of the link. You will see a button for things that are free. Cheap and other options....

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As you will see here, August and September are the cheapest months to go. The Disney World one because August is incredibly hot. In florida hundred degrees hundred percent humidity, but september all the kids go back to school... So because kids are returning the school, disney is slow. Then, after christmas in january is the cheapest as well.... So make a road trip down the Florida. Stop at all the sights and then, when you get the floor dug, go to disney and then check out singer island...

Disney World Ticket Cheapest Seasons

Those low seasons are in January, August, and September, with increases or spikes around major holidays. Historically, ticket prices somewhat follow hotel prices, so these patterns aren't surprising.Feb 27, 2024

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When Is The Cheapest Time To Go To Disney World (2024)?

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So on the singer island florida, there is amazing amount of things to do, and if you go in august, it is extremely cheap. And you won't have to deal with crowds and you'll have the beach and the pool and everything more to yourselves...

Singer Island worth a visit?

Singer Island is a euphoric peninsula that offers its residents and visiting guests pristine beaches and crystal clear waters of the Atlantic Ocean. If you are an outdoor enthusiast, this peninsula will prove to be a veritable paradise.Oct 30, 2023

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The Best Way to Spend Your Time on Singer Island Florida

Why is it called Singer Island Florida?

Singer Island owes its name to Paris Singer, heir to the sewing machine fortune. In 1920, he visited Palm Beach and met Addison Mizner.

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This is where I took my ex. Jennifer Kim rewind, parasailing and scuba diving and hung out by the pool. And then we did things in Palm Beach Cause it's right next door. Then we took a boat tour and they showed us Drew Barrymore's house and many other celebrities... She has a beautiful house right on the water......

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So for a family of twelve, we did this to make it cheap and affordable.... Yes there was twelve of us..... So yes, i'm used to hanging out in big groups of people..... But usually those groups are my family and my friends 🧡...

So if you look at the link, you'll see more hotel deals for singer ireland florida...

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And yes, I saw the movie bad boys last night and they had some beautiful views of miami beach.....

If you see image number ten eleven and twelve and the link below, you will see all the things you can do in singer island florida.....

https://www.google.com/search?ie=UTF-8&client=ms-android-comcast-us-rvc3&source=android-browser&q=Things+to+do+while+you%27re+in+singer+island+florida

So other people from Florida can take adventures. In illinois, and people from illinois can take adventures in Florida...... Part of seeing the World is see, the united states....

Here is building your trip with the trip planner, so be prepared.... This way you can max out everything you do....

Triptile

https://triptile.com › destination

USA Trip Planner | Build Your Own Trip to the United States

Going on a trip to USA? Plan and book your fully custom United States itinerary of any complexity and duration with Triptile™ online trip planner tool

Authentik USA

https://www.authentikusa.com › u...

USA trip planner : Itinerary ideas with map

Create your USA dream trip in a few clicks with Authentik USA, the largest online trip planner in the United States. 1, 2 or 3 weeks Road trips ideas in the ...

Roadtrippers

https://roadtrippers.com

Road Trip Planner – Build your itinerary and find the best stops

Plan your next trip, find amazing places, and take fascinating detours with the #1 trip planner. Every trip is a road trip.

https://www.google.com/search?ie=UTF-8&client=ms-android-comcast-us-rvc3&source=android-browser&q=Online+planners+to+plan+out+seeing+the+united+states

Now remember part of seeing the world is seeing all of the united states. And then you can plan other places outside. The united states like go see canada..... I don't think canada advertises enough in the united states about doing adventures in canada....

Tripapt

https://tripapt.com › create

Trip Planner | Plan your multi destination world trip, book flights ...

Use our free world map trip planner to plan your route, find jobs and book flights. Create multiple trips, featuring destinations around the world.

https://www.google.com/search?ie=UTF-8&client=ms-android-comcast-us-rvc3&source=android-browser&q=Itinerary+planner+to+see+the+world

Here's how to plan your next vacation to canada....

How to plan your next Canadian vacation

Every great trip starts with planning.

Explore the outdoors with a light touch.

Discover a taste of tradition: travel respectfully.

Love local and support the community.

Witness the wildlife, protect their future.

Travelling responsibly during COVID-19.

https://travel.destinationcanada.com › ...

How to plan your next Canadian vacation | Destination Canada

https://www.google.com/search?ie=UTF-8&client=ms-android-comcast-us-rvc3&source=android-browser&q=How+to+plan+a+fun+vacation+to+canada

So make your way up north instead of going south......

Canada and the united states are each other's largest trading partners.... United states exports more than canada than any other country....

Canada was the largest purchaser of U.S. goods exports in 2022, accounting for 17.3 percent of total U.S. goods exports.

https://ustr.gov › countries-regions

Countries & Regions | United States Trade Representative

Canada is traditionally the top U.S. export market, accounting for 14.2% of all U.S. goods exports in 2022.Nov 3, 2023

https://www.trade.gov › canada-m...

Canada - Market Overview - International Trade Administration

We are each other's largest trade partners with nearly $3.6 billion worth of goods and services crossing the border each day in 2023.May 24, 2024

https://www.international.gc.ca › r...

Canada-United States relations

https://www.google.com/search?ie=UTF-8&client=ms-android-comcast-us-rvc3&source=android-browser&q=Canada+is+the+largest+u+s+trading+partner

So go make some friends in Canada. Our largest trading partner.......

[devotekuna]

Dad!Choso headcanons/drabbles

♡˗ He is clearly a girl dad despite him probably wanting some boys in his house to relate to, at the start of having a family, he had a baby girl, then a twin boy and daughter. Who were the start of their large family.

☆He most definitely wants more then 2 children, he had 8 siblings, but only 2 being born, being a big brother to them was everything despite failing to protect them.

☆He didn't even think he could get someone pregnant since he was half cursed and half human, but somehow he did, that's how you welcomed a beautiful little girl into the world.

☆His daughter was called Sachi or Hana, she was a little monster compared to his laid back personality. 25% curse and the other 75% being human, she took after choso a lot with the little dots on her face which shaped into a line as she grew older.

☆As she grew up spoiled as she was choso's daughter, making sure she was always happy, even it came at his own expenses and happiness. His wife and kids were his whole world.

☆Having Hana climb his shoulders as he sat down on the floor, gripping his hair as she babbled some random words, using his messy buns as a handle bar, jumping on his already stressed out shoulders.

☆He most definitely let's her do anything as long as it doesn't upset you or hurt with of you, as you were both his main priority, even over his brothers.

☆If you were working late, he would have the kids in bed by 8pm, floor spotless, not dust or cobwebs in sight, toys all in their spot and dinner made but the time you came back home.

☆He'd be a great househusband, even when you were resting, he would take care of the kids, making sure to keep them entertained as you rested, if it maybe sleeping, a spa day or a day vacation/trip.

☆He would frame anything his children have him, no matter how ugly it was, he always had it on the fridge or scattered on the walls around the house. He'd never put up a fuss.

☆Always protecting you, like if you were scared on insects he would either remove them from the area or kill them if you were that paranoid of them.

☆He'd most definitely record or take pictures of every milestone, keeping them in some baby books for the child to look at when they were older.

☆If you had a rather hard pregnancy, he would take time out of his time to make sure you survived and was in the best comfort he could give you, your favourite food every night, any cravings were solved instantly.

☆Despite his bored look, he really did love you and appreciate you for giving him a chance.

☆I think he'd be a great dad, even if he may not want kids at the moment he wouldn't dare abandon you as family was the most important thing to him, sacrificing everything for your happiness.