#and whenever shed catch a break shed have the audacity to ask if i needed help seeing that i literally had a shit ton of

[freesomebodybyluna]

today has been so evil so far if you go to sbux today you're going to hell

[liyuee-qixing]

Promises

Synopsis: he once promise they will stay by your side till the day you both die,It seem like it was just empty headed nonsense.

Cw:In the verge of breaking up, Misunderstanding,Mention of violent,reader is Elf

Character: Scaramouche

Genre:Angst to comfort

Scaramouche

You know him all too well,like your own backhand,he would never come home smiling except if a big event is happening,He would kiss you in cheeks before he goes to bed,He never did now. He always bought gift,But it never for you now. You suspect him of cheating when you saw multiple kiss mark on his neck,He tried to hide it by his turtle neck shirt,but still leave few mark to be showen,you don't understand. After all these years you've manage to get in to his heart he start seeing someone else that easily.

Was those years all fake memory? Was that only a mere joke for him? He felt betrayal before he shouldn't have betrayed you! The more you think about it the more it's hurt you heart,One day you had enough of his behaviors and try to confront him about it softly

"hey.. are you seeing somebody else?"you hesitantly ask him,His attention went out to your question of course,Ha! Him!?

"you dare to accuse me about something like that? The audacity!"he scoffed,for once you wish he could be serious.

"even if I did,you shouldn't have pry my business to me, worthless creatures like you deserve no place besides a god like me, It's only is natural if I start seeing somebody better than you"he continues,every single heart break your heart,It clench everytime he talk. We're you really nothing to him?

"so.. what am I to you?are these year where I support you a mere friendship? I'm your first follower,I followed you from the day katsuragi found you till this day you've almost become a god!"you defended yourself,Making a point,Yet he gave you mocking face. With his tongue out

"yeah,I never see you as my lover,I see you as a mere follower,A disturbance"he admitted. A tears almost leave your eyes,you grit your teeth in agony,Right, he's the mighty harbinger,how come you didn't notice it?

"Haha! I got you didn't I? You should see your face when you facade in fear!"he Surprised you, Bursting in laugh as he hold his stomach,still laughing his ass off, It's not funny. it was never to you,you never liked to be treated like a joke,it hurt you whenever he never take things seriously

"it's - it's not funny! So you think my loyalty is a joke!? You don't understand how much your words hurt me nor do you understand my disappointment"a tear leave the corner of your eyes,passing down ur nose

"geez, it's just a prank you snowflake,no need to get overreacted"he snort as he roll his eyes in disbelief and boredom

"Yeah, right. How dumb of me to not understand that you're just a puppet,you could never understand my feelings"your sentence hurt him,it hurt him whenever he reminded he's just a puppet,but it hurt him more whenever a tears left your eyes or whenever you run crying and rubbing you eyes,it hurt him when the cause of your pain is always him, Whenever you shed tears it must be because of him. Now once again he saw tears leave your eye followed by a door being slapped.

"hey y/n,open the door! Or I'm going to open it with force!"he catch up to you, trying to open your both shared room door,fuck. It's have been locked

"ugh! This is useless!"he opened the door with the help of his anemo power,He saw you curling up in a ball,face shredded in tears,but accepting his appearance,you have to act though. Except you couldn't.

"Go away if I'm so useless for you! I'll pack my things and go"you shouted, chocked on a sob once or twice,but scaramouche just come closer to you, sitting down beside you

"no! You misunderstood,I don't mean to call you useless, I'm not serious about anything about what I said,I'm not serious when I told you to leave-"he tries to explain it,But as he observe more,More tears are falling off your face,if he has the chance to,he would take all the things he said about you,he would undo the prank if he know it'll end up like this

"but it's fucking hurt, Scara! You don't understand how and why I feel this why don't you!? All you know is that it's just a joke and in being a snowflake!"you cutter his word with the truth you felt,a tears slipped to the already wet bed,ugh. Now you got no where to sleep

"Your ego hurt me so much,wonder why I even stayed"you continue,Your last sentence hurt him over anything else,the thought of you leaving because of him haunt him,he would never find a lover that'll replace you,He would never find somebody as loyal as you.

"hey.. I'm sorry,I'm sorry these words leave my mouth,I never have the intention to hurt you,Nor do I have the intention to make you leave. It started from a little dare at the fatui- I should've been careful with my action"he apologize at the thought of it,Over and over again,It cringe him he has to beg but what he wouldn't do for you anyway? Even if he has to bring the world down on his knees and worship the floor you walk on then he'll do it

"please don't be my fourth betrayal.. I promise you it won't happen Again,I promise you I will never take you as a joke again"he promised with a pitiful frown on his face,he don't want it all to end,he still gotta have a happy long lasting life with you

"..promise?"you quietly said, bringing your pinky finger out,Making a sign of promises

"yes,Promise"he link his pinky with your,tugging your hair behind your pointy elf ear he kissed you once again. The next day he make sure everything went good.

[justablobfish]

Snowball fight

Day 5 of my Advent Calender. A new drabble or oneshot everyday until Christmas, following the Continent’s favourite found family and what they’re up to in the winter season. Based on this prompt list

Read on AO3

Day 1, 2, 3, 4

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It's quiet at the little cottage Yennefer precured for them. Which means Geralt and Ciri are doing what they're always doing when there's some time to spare. They're out back for sword fighting lessons. 

Jaskier closes his cloak tighter around his shoulders and shivers as he watches them. It's gotten pretty cold over the last couple of days to the point that a thick layer of snow is covering the ground. 

Maybe he should have followed Yennefer's example and stayed inside. Though, while Yennefer busies herself with cataloguing all the souls she has stolen from innocent people or whatever, Jaskier would probably just be bored with nothing to do. The clashing of swords and Ciri's cursing when Geralt gets another hit in at least provide ample entertainment. While the swordsmanship still needs practice, Ciri's collection of swear words has become quite colorful ever since the four of them started traveling together. 

Personally, Jaskier thinks it's a sign the girl could use a bit of a break. Whenever she's not training with Geralt, Yennefer has her practice spells without end. Which is, of course, essential if the most hunted teenager in the world wants to stand any kind of chance at survival. However, Geralt and Yennefer seem to forget sometimes that she is indeed only a teenager. 

Maybe there's something Jaskier can do about that whole dilemma, though. 

Geralt and Ciri are sufficiently distracted and pay him no mind as he sets out to prepare his nefarious plan. 

He waits for just the right moment, when Ciri places her foot wrong and gives Geralt an opening to strike. 

Smack

The snowball Jaskier gathered hits Geralt in the middle of his left pectoral. 

Ciri uses the split second of confusion to gather herself and place a strike of her own. 

"Yes! Score!" Jaskier screams excitedly. "Score for the princess! Well done Ciri!" 

"Stop meddling, Jaskier!" Geralt grumbles as he turns to Jaskier and takes a threatening step forward. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Jaskier lies through his teeth and dons his most innocent expression. "Ciri won that round fair and square. Are you telling me you're a sore loser?" 

Geralt lets out a deep growl in response, but he does turn back to Ciri. 

"Again!" he huffs and gets back into fighting position. 

Well, that's an order Jaskier is more than happy to follow. 

Once again he waits until it becomes clear that Ciri is losing ground in their fight. Just as Geralt is about to take advantage of an opening in her defense, a pile of snow hits him in the face. A moment later, his sword goes flying and Ciri points her own blade at his throat triumphantly. 

"Jaskier!" Geralt presses out as he wipes the projectile out of his eyes. 

"Yes, darling?" Jaskier grins back as he leans onto the railing of the wooden porch he's standing on. "Is there something you need?" 

Geralt starts trudging in his direction and Jaskier knows he's reached the end of his short life. He has no regrets, though. The look of barely contained glee on Ciri's face is well worth it. 

"Again!" Ciri demands with all the royal authority she can muster. "Or are you giving up already?" she adds with a wide smirk and a wink at Jaskier. 

"Stop meddling!" Geralt orders in Jaskier’s direction before he turns around to pick up his discarded sword and get back into battle position. 

Jaskier let's out the breath he's been holding. Once again he escaped the whims of fate by a hair's width. 

Of course that doesn't mean he has any intention to stop. 

Unfortunately, Geralt can't be fooled for long. This time, he manages to dodge Jaskier’s snowy assault and even disarms Ciri in one swift motion. 

"That's enough!" he snarls as he makes his way toward Jaskier again. 

Oh well. He's had a fulfilling life. There's worse ways to go. 

Smack 

For a moment, Jaskier is confused why Geralt stopped in his tracks again. Then the Witcher turns around and Jaskier can see clumps of white clinging to the dark leather on his shoulder, as well as the guilty look on Ciri's face. Jaskier’s heart warms at the realization that once again, she came to his rescue. 

The whole backyard seems to hold its breath in anticipation of what Geralt's going to do now. What kind of punishment he will distribute for the audacity of interrupting training like that. 

"Fine. Have it your way!" Geralt huffs. 

Before Jaskier can even attempt to beg for mercy, a flurry of snowballs comes flying his way. He shrieks and runs for cover, though most of them hit their mark. 

He darts towards a nearby tree and presses his back to the trunk on the side facing away from the relentless Witcher. A moment later, Ciri bumps into his chest and clings to the flaps of his cloak as if holding on for dear life. The way she's dripping wet from head to toe tells Jaskier that she wasn't faring much better than him at avoiding Geralt's revenge. 

Nonetheless there's a bright smile on her face and she's giggling uncontrollably. 

"Come on," she beams. "Together we can take him down! You attack from the front and I'll circle around to the house so we can flank him." 

"That means I get to draw all the fire while you sneak in position," Jaskier points out with mock outrage. "Alright, fine, I'm in," he adds after a moment and dodges out of the safety of the tree. 

Immediately he's hit in the chest. The next projectile hits his arms which he raises protectively. 

"You're dead, Jaskier," Geralt growls before he launches another one. 

"I'm well aware!" Jaskier shouts back as he tries and fails to get a hit in himself. But he can see Ciri making her way towards the advantage position of the raised porch. 

Fuck, Geralt notices her, too, with a glance over his shoulder. The look on his face is full of pride over Ciri's tactical prowess. Then he spins around and scoops up a handful of snow to hurl at Ciri. 

He misses. 

There's no room for cheers or smugness, though. Because as fate would have it, in that exact moment Yennefer steps out onto the porch. 

For a moment everyone just stares at the clumps of snow sticking to her sternum. 

"What. Exactly. Is going on here?" she asks, excruciatingly drawing out each word. Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it's colder and more piercing than any icy winter wind. 

"Uh oh," Geralt mumbles. 

"It was nice knowing you," Jaskier whispers and takes a large step away from Geralt. 

"Aren't you supposed to be playing around with your silly little swords?" Yennefer demands, head held high in indignation. 

"We uh," Ciri stutters as she stumbles backwards until her back hits Geralt's chest. "We were having a snowball fight." 

"I see," Yennefer returns harshly. "So that's the kind of nonsense you teach the future queen of Cintra?" 

Jaskier gulps. Geralt opens his mouth, then closes it again without saying something. Ciri stares at the ground, face bright red. 

"Well, Ciri," Yennefer continues, though her voice sounds weirdly different now. Jaskier chances a glance at her and catches a wide grin creeping into her features. "As usual, these boys are utterly useless. Allow me to demonstrate some actually useful skills." 

With that, Yennefer raises her hands and the whole world turns white. 

Heavy winds push against Jaskier as snow flies around him in angry swirls. Geralt, who only stood a few feet beside him, has completely vanished from view. There is only the snow storm around him. 

He tries to resist, but soon enough he's pushed off his balance and shoved this way and that until he's no longer certain where left and right are. 

As quickly as it started, the storm subsides again, leaving the skies clear and bright blue. 

Jaskier finds himself sitting at the base of the very same tree he took cover behind earlier. Aside from being drenched from head to toe, though, everything seems to be fine. All his limbs are still attached where they belong. 

He lets out a deep, relieved sigh. 

That's his mistake. The sound seems to be enough to cause the leaves above him to shed their newly acquired coating. An avalanche of snow falls down and buries Jaskier under a large heap of white. 

Cursing and spluttering, he fights himself free, leaving behind a Jaskier-shaped hole. 

He wipes the snow out of his eyes and looks around. Ciri is cowering a few feet away, spitting out mouthfuls of snow. 

And Geralt? Well… 

The only thing visible of the mighty Witcher is a pair of leather-clad legs, sticking up straight towards the sky from a pile of snow. The left leg twitches slightly, but there is no purchase to be gained in order for Geralt to free himself. 

Jaskier hurries over and grabs each leg with one of his hands. He gives them a vigorous tug and manages to produce the rest of the Witcher out of the snow heap. 

"I would have managed," Geralt complains once he's gotten his legs under him again. 

Jaskier ignores him and glances up at the porch, where Yennefer leans against the side of the door and grins smugly at their misery. 

"And that's how you win a snowball fight," she muses. "Now come inside, you lot, I've put up some tea." 

[drvscarlett]

Another Unspoken Thing

A/N: So hello, here we have another part of the “REWRITE THE WAR” in which I change the events that happened in iw. My request are open for scenarios or alternative ending. I hope you enjoy this.

Warning: Infinity War spoilers, character death, a big purple homicidal barney

dedication to my beloved Peter who we didn’t see it coming.MARVEL LETS TALK.

“How did we even end up here?”Y/N wondered as she kicked the red rocks at her feet.

Less than 6 hours ago, Y/N and Peter was just chilling on their school bus. Y/N was stressing about a quiz when Peter’s spidey senses kicked in. Then the humongous donut appeared up in the sky.

It was Peter’s idea to check it out, Y/N only followed because she was worried that Peter might do something stupid.Indeed, Peter did something stupid and now they are stuck in a far away planet with new galactic friends.

“Well cheer up, they’re gonna find a way to bring us back home” Peter assured her.

Y/N glanced at the direction of Tony, Quill, and Drax. They were already bickering about which plan to use to defeat Thanos. She groans in despair because all of their plans seem sketchy and doomed to fail.

“Have you got no faith in Mr. Stark?” Peter wondered 

“Nope”

The rocks suddenly moved up in Y/N’s hand movements. She felt at peace whenever she was doing this. She likes seeing the mist-like purple glow when she uses her powers.

“Y/N Maximoff” Stephen Strange caught the attention of the two teenage avengers “Come here for a second, I would like to talk to you”

As soon as Strange turned around, Peter raised his eyebrows at Y/N as the girl gives a shrug, clearly clueless about it.

The younger Maximoff followed Strange while Peter stayed in the vicinity in which he can overhear the conversation of the two. He wanted to know what the sorcerer has to say to Y/N.

“Y/N, your powers are very strange” He began “Have you ever tried to use their full capabilities?”

“I haven’t explored it ever since I left Strucker’s lab” she half-lied.

She had already tried using the extent of her powers but every time she does it, the results turn out to be chaotic. She was afraid to know her full capabilities because she might not be able to control herself.

“You’re lying”

“And who are you to say that?” she challenged.

“You know it yourself that you have acquired much more power than your sister”Strange explained “but Y/N why are you trying to suppress it?”

It was Y/N’s fear to be feared by everyone. She fears that if she would let go, she would hurt a lot of people and they will either hate or fear her for that. She didn’t want the events in Lagos to repeat again.

Y/N shook her hands as a purple mist started to encircle her fingers once again.

“If I lose control here, I would hurt people that I care about and I can’t do that to them,”Y/N said in her strained voice as she turned her back to leave.

Stephen sighed as he replayed the only scenario that they won against Thanos. Her powers were badly needed in order for them to win and prevent Thanos from succeeding.

Peter Parker watched Y/N crying in one of the corners of the ship. It was very rare for her to break down like this.There was a deep pang in his heart with every tear that drops from her eyes.

“Y/n?”

The girl sniffled and immediately wiped her eyes.

“Hey it’s alright” Peter held her in his arms “It’s alright,c’mon don’t cry”

There was a silence between the two except for Y/N’s sniffles and Peter humming her a song. The two were at peace in the silence, it’s as if they are speaking through it.

Peter had started to grow fond of the younger Maximoff when she started to be under the care of Tony in the aftermath of Civil War. 

She was not much of a talker from what Peter observed but she was a good listener. It took Peter a few weeks before Y/N talked to him freely, she was really a closed off person. It was probably the effect of losing her family at a young age and being experimented by the scientists.

“So what’s wrong?”Peter wondered when he figured out Y/N stopped sniffling.

“I knew you were there Peter”

“Well you know I was just there to watch your back you know” Peter explained “I mean we just met that wizard, who knows what voodoo he’s going to do to you”

Silence engulfed the two once again as Y/N played with Peter’s hands with her purple energy.

“You know, you don’t have to be afraid of your powers Y/N. Not everyone in the world was granted with superhuman abilities, you were chosen for a reason.You have the chance to redeem yourself today, seize it. If you don’t use your powers, it’s just like you’re allowing the enemies to win”Peter said 

“You’re wiser than you look like Parker”Y/N joked “Thank you for that pep talk”

“I got you, buddy, I’m with you until the end of the line”

“And so am I”

Y/N couldn’t help herself but embrace him. She had a bad feeling about what’s going to happen next and she just want him to know what she really feels.

“Peter I---”

“Underoos, little witch come on out”interrupted Tony “We’re gonna teach you the game plan for today”

The battle raged in Titan as the guardians, Dr. Strange, Tony, Peter and Y/N fought Thanos. They were all executing the plans that were discussed a while ago.

Tony and Drax were tiring Thanos with their powers. Peter and Quill are tying him down. Dr. Strange and Y/N are using their powers to support in tying Thanos down.

Mantis jumped on Thanos’ head and immediately Thanos fell to sleep. Dr Strange and Y/N are still holding him down while the rest were trying to rip out the gauntlet out of his hands.

“Where is Gamora?”Quill demanded “What did you do with her?”

Mantis and Y/N’s face changed into confusion as they delved into the mind of the titan lord. They have seen anger and anguish.

“Oh look this big ball sack is crying”Quill jeered seeing the tears flow from Thanos’ eyes “Don’t make me ask you again, where is Gamora?”

“Oh no you didn’t”came Nebula’s response as she pieced out together what he has done “Tell me you didn’t kill her”

Quill’s face turned to a shock but there was another feeling bubbling in. He couldn’t believe that the person he loves is ripped away like that and he couldn’t believe the audacity of her killer to shed tears as if he regrets it.

“Quill, you need to help us get this off” Tony encouraged “We’re getting close”

“We’re almost, almost” Spiderman added, holding on to the gauntlet nearly pulled off

But it was all too late as Quill unleashed his rage to Thanos causing him to wake up from his sleep.

Quill was no match to Thanos and he was flung to the sides. Strange and Y/N tried to restrain him using their magic but their efforts were all in vain. Peter was flicked off from Thanos’ gauntlet and was sent flying.

“Not my son you asshole!”Tony said before charging Thanos in full power.

“TONY DON’T”Y/N’s scream came too late as Thanos crashed to the Iron Man suit.

Seeing that Thanos was beating the hell out of Tony, Peter decides to jump back on the scene to protect Tony. Thanos now have his attention on Peter. 

Spiderman does his best to web his way out of Thanos’ hands. He webbed his eyes and feet but the Titan was still much more powerful.Alas, he caught Peter and had him pinned to the ground.

As Thanos was about to deliver his first blow to Peter, he struggled moving his fist with a purple energy surrounding them.

Y/N stood there in a distance as she controlled Thanos with her powers.She felt slipping from time to time so she must really concentrate on her target, Thanos. She walked closer to Thanos and Peter, never breaking eye contact with Thanos.

��And who might be this powerful girl?”Thanos asked, “Do you really think that you could end me?”

Thanos charged to Y/N’s direction and the girl simply closed her eyes while she heard the scream of Dr. Strange to let go of her full power. She felt the energy flow in her veins and she created a large ball of energy.

The weight of Thanos grew heavier and he immediately fell to his feet. The gauntlet was slowly coming off from Thanos’ hand. Thanos himself couldn’t understand how can this be, he never knew that there was a girl with such power.

Everyone stared at Y/N in awe as she channeled all of her powers in burying Thanos deep in Titan’s earth. Y/N was unleashing her full power for the first time and they could see how her hands were shaking from controlling it. 

She let out a wild scream before she finally sent Thanos to the very bottom of Titan.

“Woah there, easy on it,” Peter said, catching Y/N as she was walking to the Milano.

The girl was obviously drained with all the fighting that occurred a while ago, it was understandable that she was a little weak. This is why Peter has been following her ever since.

Peter carried her to one of the beds that the Guardians has and grabbed a blanket for her to sleep comfortably.

“Thanks Peter,you’re the best,” she said with a smile

“Get some rest okay?”Peter replied as he closed the door.

Peter Quill was watching the interaction that the who have been having. The two has an unspoken thing going around and his heart immediately hurts upon remembering.

“So you like her spidey boy?”Quill asked

“Um sorry?”

“The girl, you know the one who saved you from the purple douche”

“Ah you must have been mistaken”Peter was flustered “We’re just---friends, yeah right, friends”

“Well take this advice from a Peter who has been through the same thing”Quill explained “She’s a great girl, she probably also likes you so why don’t you just tell her that you like her and spare this unspoken thingy going on”

“Well I don’t know, I mean what if I get rejected”Peter wondered

“The point here Peter is you get to tell her that you love her, you get to love her before your life is over or her’s is over” Quill stated “Don’t make the same mistakes that I did”

Quill took one last look at Peter before leaving him in his thoughts. He hopes that this Peter can have a better ending than his and Gamora’s

[parkjmini]

Foolish | PKJM

Park Jimin You made me a fool, Jimin Word Count: 1,496 Genre: !!! ANGST ANGST ANGST !!!  Warning: explicit language

ive been soooo angsty lately im sorry guys i should update my stories and finish my ships in my inbox, but i had to write this i literally dropped everything and sat here waiting for 40 mins straight to finish this from beginning to end 

It must have been a good three months since your last visit to your boyfriend’s place. He lived in a different state, it was a long distance relationship. The last time was for your one year anniversary. You both cuddled up with one another in his big bed. He bought your favorite pizza and you two poked at each other’s sides with greasy fingers. Since then, it had only been skype calls, video chats, phone calls, snapchats, and text messages.

Jimin was your boyfriend who you loved with all your heart. He meant more than distance. No one believed that you two could work out. Long distance relationships never last, people told you. It was no use. But Jimin made it worth it. He meant every penny you spent on a plane ticket, every tear you shed when it was time for you to leave, and every minute you both shared over the phone. You two made it work, for a year. 

Then it came crumbling down. The strong foundation you both built to keep your relationship stable broke. There were cracks that you couldn’t fill, holes that couldn’t be fixed. You stood in his apartment after three months since the last to surprise him with a visit. But he surprised you with something else instead.

He staggered in with another girl in his arms. Their mouths were lost within each other’s. His small hands were gripping so viciously at her raw skin underneath her shirt. Her beautifully manicured fingers were unbuttoning his black button up, the one you bought him for his birthday. The apartment was filled with the wet, sloppy noise of their kisses. 

Jimin was unaware of your presence. He didn’t know you’d be here. You couldn’t blame him, maybe you should’ve told him you were coming so he’d find other time to cheat on you. “Maybe I should’ve called.” You sucked in your breath and swallowed the spit that gathered. 

They both stared at you with shock and Jimin looked at you with utter disbelief. The girl was pretty and she had similar features as you, guess you could say Jimin had a type. She was shorter than him, even in her heels. Her lipstick faded around her mouth. “Who are you?” She had the audacity to ask.

“Why don’t you tell her, Jimin?” You mocked. Your arms were crossed at your chest. “Or maybe you forgot, considering you have no problem fucking someone else.” 

“She’s my girlfriend.” Jimin couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The girl covered her mouth, surprised. 

“I didn’t know---” She began to defend herself.

You shook your head, blinking away the tears that resulted from the hurt of seeing your once faithful boyfriend cheat. You walked into his bedroom and grabbed your suitcase. “I guess we both don’t know a lot about him.” 

You started on your way out of his apartment, out of his life. Jimin was calling after you, but you didn’t want to hear him talk. You didn’t ever want to see him again. You took the first taxi you saw and headed back to the airport.

You ordered a ticket to the next plane back home. It was a short wait which you were thankful for. However, the image of someone else touching Jimin stained your mind. You sobbed and violently shook in your chair while you waited for your flight to be called in. You had been crying for a while, your eyes were so puffy that you couldn’t keep them open. You finally looked up and out the big windows.

They caught your pathetic reflection. A foolish girl. The lights from the airplanes filled sparkles in your teary eyes. The darkness of the night captured your shaking figure. You heard your name called and you turned your head to see a distressed Jimin panting. 

You quickly stood up and began walking away. He chased down after you and held onto your wrist to stop you. “Stop.”

“How did you find me?” You cried harder feeling his contact. You spun around to face him. His cheeks were tinted with a rosy color from running in the crisp cold night.

“It was a mistake. I didn’t mean what I did.” 

“How many times have you cheated on me?” You hit him with a question he wasn’t ready for. He was caught off guard for the second time that night.

“That was the only time.” He was catching his breath. You stared deep in his dark brown eyes of secrets. You loved his eyes. They were your favorite feature of his. They were so soft, but fierce when they needed to be. They had a sheer glimmer to them, a film of innocent sparkle. That gave you hope because that meant you were the only star in his eyes. You were wrong.

You scoffed and wiped the tears from your face, “you’re lying.”

“Fine. That was going to be our third time.” You closed your eyes, thinking that it would stop more tears from forming, but it didn’t.

“It would’ve hurt less if you said it was a different girl each time, but you’ve been sleeping with the same girl on multiple occasions.” Your voice cracked with each word. “Jimin, if you wanted to break up with me, you could’ve just done it.” 

“No. I don’t want to break up. I only did it because she was easy access. I get lonely when you’re away. She works at the library that I go to when I need to study. It was only sex. I had no emotions attached to her. I felt nothing. I only wanted her for her body.” Jimin tried to explain, holding your shoulders.

“So I wasn’t enough?” 

“You live thousands of miles away from me.” 

“Then that makes it okay for you to cheat? You slept with some girl because you couldn’t keep your privates private and you were lonely? I get lonely too, Jimin! I have needs as well. Would it have been okay for me to cheat on you then?” 

“That’s not what I meant. Don’t put words in my mouth that I didn’t say.” The intercom called for your flight number. You needed to board and you began walking away again. “(Y/N), wait. Please. Hear me out. I don’t love her like I love you. I’m stupid. I’m a selfish prick who couldn’t spend months alone without his girlfriend. I needed you, baby. I wanted you here, but you weren’t. I was merely thinking of myself. I didn’t know how much it was going to hurt you.”

You rolled your wet eyes. “And to think I thought we were different. We weren’t one of those cliche long distance relationships that broke up because one of them were cheating. I should’ve listened, but no. I was too busy defending us to hear what others were telling me.” You were yelling at him now. It was loud enough for people around you to hear. Others were silent, but they watched the show in front of them.

“We are different.” Jimin tried to hold your hand, but you refused. He tried to wipe away the droplets on your face, but you slapped his hand away.

“Why is it that the airport is the place where I shed the most tears.. for you too, Park Jimin? I cry for you. I cry because I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to return to seeing you on a screen. I want to hold you whenever I can. I want to be with you. I want you because I love you. That’s why I cry for you. It’s because I love you. But this time, I’m not leaving you because I have to go. I’m leaving because I want to. I don’t want to see you ever again. This is why I’m crying now. I’m crying because I thought you loved me too. You made me a fool, Jimin. You made me waste all those tears on you. You made me believe we could work. But you proved to me we can’t.” 

“I love you. I really do. Are you really going to let all our efforts go to waste? Everything all for nothing?” 

“Yes, because you obviously have.” You yelled back at him, hot streams running down your cheeks.

“She means nothing to me, I swear. I don’t know why I did what I did. I’m sorry, I’m more than sorry. Please, what can I do to make this right? Don’t go. Come back to my place and we can discuss this. You are everything to me. If I lose you, I’m nothing.”

“Then consider yourself nothing.” Your ghostly words hung in the stiff air of the airport. Rolling your suitcase, you entered your terminal to your new flight back home. You didn’t turn back like you always did. You didn’t want to see his face anymore because you knew your heart will drag itself right into his arms if you did.