#climbing the exterior of a volcano and flying around it is. Good.

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🦴 Skelos Badlands Sounds - Crumbled Volcano 🔥

Lava flows from this ancient dome, broken and worn from eons of eroding, forming this massive pool of molten rock. Bubbles will pop and steam will hiss, so be sure to not get too close.

photo by CatbatQuartet

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I love you. Not.

Day 2 of Jumin x MC week: Realisations/ Enemies to Lovers Ahhh Jumin and MC…. how they detest each other… 

They hated each other from the moment they saw each other, they both agreed on that much at least. How Jihyun could have a friend like –him - her-… they just couldn’t understand. The sooner he got rid of –him! – her!- the better!

Jihyun met Jumin when they were barely 5 years old, they had history and came from similar backgrounds and upbringings. They shared everyday together in lessons and then spent time after school at each other’s houses. Jihyun met MC when they both first attended a summer art’s camp together, a tomboy caked in mud who played the drums and liked to run around and play. They shared a month of fun and creativity before they were forced to part.

And that would have been fine. Jumin could have accepted that… EXCEPT SHE DIDN’T STAY AWAY. In fact, she asked her parents to move so that she could attend their school because she made a great friend at camp… the girl must have been into witchcraft or something because her parents had agreed.  Instead of a Summer friend that only had him for one month at a time- he was forced to share his friend with this classless wench, who made Jihyun laugh so hard his juice would spurt from his nose, made his cheeks hurt from smiling too much and liked to run around and play rough and tumble games that he deplored. What Jumin didn’t realise was that MC hated sharing her best friend with an uptight little boy who could share deep and meaningful conversations about art and classical music with him, knew his family so well he could call them his own if he so wished and she detested the idea that the two were so close they could seem to communicate without even talking.

The two shared pieces of Jihyun and they often wondered who had more of him? Who had more of his heart? More of his time? He was –his! – her!- best friend, and these spoilt children were not fond of sharing.

It was quite fortunate that MC had other friends who attended the academy as well, otherwise the two would have been at each other’s throats every day. It was bad enough that sometimes Jihyun would invite her over to sit with them for lunch or offer her a ride home in his town car when hers was stuck in traffic. He would be stuck smelling her perfume long after she was gone. He hated that. Her godforsaken scent would linger in the air and he was convinced that it stuck in his clothes. It made him feel ill and angry and left a bitter taste in the back of his mouth. When would he ever be rid of this foul woman?

She really loved Jihyun, he was like the brother she never had. He was sweet and funny and so full of life- it was unfathomable that his other best friend was such a douche. Honestly. Whenever she saw Jumin from across the yard or had to sit at the same table with him because Jihyun had called him over (it was almost like the boy had no other friends!) it felt like the temperature would cool by at least 5 degrees whenever he was near; his cold, icy demeanour enough to freeze a flame. He was always short with her, rude and dismissive- so she would treat him the exact same way. MC didn’t want to at first, she had hoped they could all be friends, though she later admitted that idea was beyond hope. Eventually the mere idea of even being friendly with that jerk made her want to wretch. She didn’t care if half her friends were in love with him and said he was a true gentleman, she had seen the ugliness beneath that polished, handsome exterior and she did not like was she saw.

Over the years, they had managed a silently agreed upon truce… whenever they were all around each other, they would be civil. They were grown up enough to do that at the very least, but the moment they were left alone without Jihyun to be their buffer their barbed tongues and caustic words would lash out at every which way, no holds barred. They had fine tuned their utter disdain for each other into softly spoken words of insults and behind smiles and laughter, a rivalry fit for polite society. As unpleasant as it was it seemed to be working for them… until…. 

“What do you mean you can’t go to Australia for the holidays?” MC cried over the phone, staring at her already packed bag. They were supposed to leave the next day, what had happened to change their plans so drastically? “We were meant to go snowboarding in the Blue Mountains! Go climb the Harbour Bridge! Sit on the windows of the Puffing Billy train and let our arms and legs skim along the trees and their leaves?!” “I’m so sorry MC,” he coughed on the other line, his breathing wheezing and rattling, every word he spoke sounded like it took a year off his life to say. “You know I want to go, but the doctor said that the journey there would only make me sicker. I’d be hotel ridden for more than half of our trip- I don’t want to hold you back-” “I don’t mind! I’ll keep you company!” she bargained, knowing full well that what she was saying was absurd.

“Thank you, but don’t worry about me you should go, please.” MC pouted as she looked over to her cute winter coat and beanie that she had prepared to wear on the plane so she was ready to face the winter weather of Sydney and then Melbourne. Her eyes landed on a small blue teddy bear that V had given her when they were only… what… 11? Told her that if she ever felt lonely to give this bear a hug and it would just be like him giving her a hug- it wasn’t, he was just being a sappy idiot, but she hugged it nonetheless. “Well Mr. Hyun- Hyun, want to come to Australia?”

She arrived at the hangar that Jihyun had told her to go to and climbed up the steel staircase, the metal hot under her palm. She had failed to notice the large C & R logo emblazoned on the tail, otherwise she would have never gone up the first step. “You?” she screeched at the 17-year-old Jumin, a sleeping mask already over his eyes to block out the light. Jumin stared at her apathetically like she was a fly that had stowed away on the cabin, then he replaced the mask back over his eyes. “You,” he replied, unimpressed. “What are… what are you doing here?” “This is my father’s plane. I belong here.” “But this is the plane Jihyun told me to go to for our trip to Austral-…” “Caught on then?”

“Did Jihyun organise this? Did he make you come with me?” “Hardly. As if he could. I was already coming with you. The only difference is that now, we are one friend short.”

MC could feel her stomach turn at the prospect of having to spend a whole month with the most disagreeable person she could think of. She’d only seen him smile maybe, four times in all the years she’d known him, she was undoubtedly going to have the worst time of her life. The last Summer vacation that she and Jihyun were going to share during High School was meant to be full of memories to remember, now her final summer vacation was going to be filled with memories she’d need therapy to forget.

It hadn’t been an hour and the girl had sighed forty-two times. Forty-two. At the rate she was going they would run out of oxygen on the plane before they reached their destination. He didn’t know how he was going to last another nine and a half hours with her without having to make up an alibi of where he was in the aircraft when she was strangled to death. Pondering his choices for a moment and realising that there was no way her could explain his fingerprints or DNA on her body, he decided to run a little experiment. One day he was going to be heir to one of the largest corporations in Korea, he would have to deal with and schmooze many people he didn’t like- or even hated- this month-long trip would be a perfect time to practise his skills in entertaining a guest he wanted nothing more than to open the emergency latch on and throw out of the plane. Mid flight. Without a parachute. Over an active volcano.  If he could last the trip, he could win over anybody.

“The way I see it-” “Oh, I’m sorry are you talking to me?” she asked, her hand on her chest as she feigned surprise. “Yes. Who else would I be talking to?” he replied, his brow furrowing in irritation. This was not a good start. “Oh, I don’t know. I didn’t think you thought I was real seeing as how you just turned over and went back to sleep the moment I came aboard,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. Jumin groaned inwardly, remember your charm Jumin, your wit and your intelligence. Use them to your advantage.

“I… yes, I admit, as your host that was… very rude of me,” he apologised as he hung his head in mock apology, trying his best to hide his cocky smirk. “I shouldn’t have treated you as such, I am sorry.”

MC gawked at him dumbfounded. In the five years she had known Jumin he had never apologised to anyone, especially not to her, and he’d done some really nasty stuff to her growing up. She squinted at him, not knowing what he was playing at- he was up to something, she just knew it- hell, if he wanted to play nice for a little while, she could too. “I… I shouldn’t have been so rude to you when I came on either, I’m sorry too.”

Jumin smiled. MC nearly fell off the chair. MC smiled back and reached out her hand. Jumin wanted to slap it away, but took it nonetheless. He looked kinder, softer when he smiled- he should do it more often. She was warm and soft, comforting almost, he understood why so many people flocked to her.

Dear God… did I just think something nice about him?

Lord in heaven, she really was a witch.

They hadn’t expected their little plans to backfire in the most spectacular of ways. Once they started to pretend to be nice to each other, they couldn’t stop actually being genuinely nice. She wasn’t a harpy and he wasn’t a bore. Maybe, the trip wouldn’t be the nightmare they had thought it would be. It might actually be fun.

Turbulence struck out of nowhere and MC tried her best to pretend she wasn’t scared, she didn’t want to give Jumin any ammunition to use against her just in case; however, she couldn’t hide her gasps each time the plane would lurch or the way a small whine would escape her lips each time the plane would shake.

Jumin turned around to see the girl holding the armrest so tightly her fingers had gone white, her grasp on that ridiculous bear almost painful. A stir of pity swirled inside his gut as he watched her suffering, he may have been a lot of things but purposefully cruel was not something he wanted to add to his extensive repertoire. Ignoring the fasten seat belt sign that flashed at him, Jumin stood up and made his way a couple of seats back to where she sat with her eyes so tightly shut she didn’t notice he was beside her until he took her hand in his. MC automatically released her teddy bear and clung onto his long, slender fingers, unthinking of whether her grip hurt him or not.

“It’s going to be fine,” he soothed, squeezing back to show her he was right there with her. MC let out a choked breath as she opened her eyes, her lashes littered with little beads of her tears. “I’m sorry,” she croaked, unable to speak with fear, “I didn’t mean to disturb you.” “V would kill me if I left his friend alone while she’s distressed,” he replied, casually brushing off his act of kindness. “He would, wouldn’t he?” she smiled, imagining their friend go red in the face as he quietly lectured Jumin about being a good person and helping those in need, even when you didn’t like them. “He… he doesn’t get angry often, but when he does-” “It’s always for a good reason,” Jumin chuckled as he finished her sentence. “I always thought it was funny- I’ve always been bad in turbulence but travelling with Jihyun helped me forget about it, because he was always so bad at flying in general. He would start to sweat the moment he got on the plane, he would read and re-read the emergency procedure manual-” “One time we were going to Japan and he demanded to know where the life jackets were because they weren’t beneath the seats like in the commercial airlines- I had never seen him panic so badly!” Jumin laughed at the memory, his blue haired friend running up and down the plane at eight years old collecting all the spare life jackets and hoarding them beside him.

“I would hold his hand, for the entire flight. I learnt to eat with one hand on planes because Jihyun would never let my hand go,” she hummed as she stared at their joined hands, his thumb stroking the skin on the back of her hand in a soothing motion. “There was a time the turbulence was so bad he refused to let go of my hand, even when I said I needed to go to the bathroom. He looked me in the eye and told me he’d turn around while I went to the toilet… then I told him everyone would think we were trying to join the mile-high club and he let go, so fast-” she cackled, completely missing the dip the plane did as she laughed along with Jumin. They sat there for the remainder of the flight, regaling each other with funny stories that only they knew about their friend, providing insight and depth to a man they were already so fond of- it was… nice. “And then… I did the stupidest thing- I challenged him. Said he couldn’t keep even the hardiest of cacti alive, told him that I would believe he could babysit my pets when he took care of one cacti for one month- the boy was so damn adamant, he bought a whole nursery worth of cacti-” “You’re the reason for his damn cacti infatuation!” he yelled as he pointed at her accusingly, only to have MC grab his finger and cover it with her hand. “As if you can talk! That damned souvenir spoon you got for him during your trip to England started off a weird obsession! I think he’s got like 12 spoons now! FOR NO REASON!” she guffawed as she thought about the weird collection in his drawer.

“Alright, alright, how about we both just agree that we’ve managed to fundamentally detroy one aspect of V equally,” he joked, outstretching his hand yet again, smiling. MC instantly took his with both of her hands and shook it vigorously, grinning to match his. “That I can agree with. To screwing up our best friend!” she cheered lifting up her glass of sparkling water and clinking it against Jumin’s. “Here Here!”

And just like that- through their mutual love, admiration and unashamed destruction of their best friend’s character- did the two mortal enemies finally become, something like friends. 

Spending time with each other was actually- nice. Pleasant even. Something neither of them had ever believed to be possible. Jumin gathered his courage and stepped into V’s shoes and to join MC on her walk up the bridge, even standing there in the gusting winds to take a photo with her and Mr Hyun Hyun (“So some part of Jihyun is with us Jumin!”). In turn she sat through an amazing version of Madame Butterfly at the Opera House, Mr Hyun Hyun sitting between them with a program between his paws and a smart monocle over his his button eye (“Very dashing Mr Hyun Hyun, your counterpart would highly approve of your outfit” “Jumin… did you just… compliment my bear?” “He’s well dressed. Why wouldn’t I?”)

During their train ride, Jumin had vehemently wanted to stay seated on his rather comfortable seat but MC had managed to charm him into sitting with her on the ledge, their thighs sandwiched between the bars of the window. They took so many selfies together, completely wrapped up in the scenery and each other… that she didn’t realise that Mr Hyun Hyun had come free from his perch where she had tied him to the railing, to be lost amongst the foliage of the forest forever. Once MC noticed she went into a mad panic, tears in her eyes and ripping at her hair at the loss of such a priceless gift from her friend; she had wanted to jump out of the moving train to reclaim her bear, a part of her childhood and friendship, only to be restrained by Jumin.

“Stop! Are you crazy?! Jihyun would be so furious at you for getting hurt over a stuffed bear! What are you thinking?!” he growled into her ear as she cried into his shoulder, just like a child who had lost their favourite toy. Even with his harsh words and biting tone, Jumin held her close and rubbed her back as she continued to wet his sweater with her tears. Her breathless sobs and the way she clung onto top him made his stomach turn, his own eyes prickling at her pain. Why were they both crying over a damn bear? Weren’t they heading off to University the next year? Preposterous!

MC sat outside away from the other passengers who had swarmed the gift shop upon their arrival back at the station. She pressed the heels of her palms into the sockets of her eyes to physically stop herself from crying as she took deep breaths of the cold air to cool herself off. She must have looked a mess. She always did when she cried.

MC felt the wooden bench creak as someone sat beside her, not too close but much closer than a stranger would normally sit next to someone. A soft weight was put onto her lap just as she pulled her hands away from her face. Sitting there inconspicuously as if it was always there, was a different but brilliant blue blear. MC could feel her lip wobble and her eyes start to water as she turned to Jumin, a small embarrassed smile on his face.

“I know it’s not Mr Hyun-Hyun-” “It’s perfect! I love it!” she swooned as she clutched the toy to her chest, his soft fur tickling her nose as she nuzzled it. She spun her head back to the ebony haired boy as he tried to slide something into a bag surreptitiously. “What’s that?” Jumin flushed a bright red as he dropped the bag and made some undiscernible noises in lieu of actual words. He was flustered! She had never seen him flustered! “N-nothing!” he replied after a moment, failing spectacularly at being unsuspicious. MC quirked an eyebrow up as she smiled, holding out her palm expectantly. She was envisioning candies or some embarrassing key chain saying “I’ve been on the Puffing Billy!” … not a dark grey bear with a smart little suit on like an old-fashioned train conductor. It was just too…

“Jumin… is this… is this you? Is this… for me?” she asked as she examined it closely, it’s bright beads for eyes gleaming in the afternoon sun. Jumin turned an even deeper shade of red as he moved further up the seat, his head turning away from her as he muttered a quiet ‘Yes’. MC grinned as she let her index finger run through the soft fur of the bear, as if she were caressing his fringe out of his face.

“I love it! I love him! This is amazing! Best gift ever!” she squealed as she held both bears to her chest, her legs kicking up one after the other like an excited little girl. Seeing her smile and laugh made the tightness in his stomach ease, his heart feel lighter and the corners of his mouth turn into a smile. She was infectious. “Do you hear that V-bear? You have Juju-B as your friend!”

“I beg your pardon!” he objected, spinning to face MC again. “You name him accordingly or I will take him back.” “But Juju-B stands for Juju Bear,” she whined as she held the bears together, moving them from side to side in a happy dance. “It’s not the ‘bear’ that’s the issue- either Jumin or J would suffice if you must shorten it,” he bristled as she nuzzled Juju on the nose, his body feeling like he was about to combust at the sight, like she was nuzzling him through the bear. “Fine, spoil sport. V-bear meet JB, JB meet V-bear.” “You’re a child.” “Cutest one you know!”

She wasn’t wrong.

“Thank you Jumin, I really appreciate it. Thank you for everything.”

When she leant in for a hug that time, without the reason of needing comfort, Jumin felt his heart skip, her perfume once so offensive- now calming, familiar, wanted.

When V looked over their photos from the trip he couldn’t help but laugh. His idiot friends may not have noticed but he did, he was a photographer- it was his job to notice things. The space between them had once been enough to fit him standing in between them, though by the end of the trip they were so close together that not even air could slip through. They always had their hands all over each other, draped over a shoulder, slung around a waist or even touching the other’s face (okay yes, to encourage them to make a stupid face at the camera but the Jumin and MC he knew would have gnawed their hands off at the wrist before touching each other.) The trip was good for them.  He was very happy to have spent it alone in his room reading, completely healthy.

He figured they were either going to come back from this trip the best of friends or come back with a burning hate in their souls vowing vengeance… which in his experience of the last five years would have been only slightly more exasperating. Turns out, they came back from the trip the best of… the best. Now if only they could see it themselves.

V chuckled as he saw a blurry photo that only Jumin could have taken, MC asleep on the way back to Korea, a little black suited bear firmly in her grasp, the little blue bear still poking out of her handbag.

My friends are idiots.

“So did you hear, V finally got himself a girlfriend,” MC remarked as they sat in the park to eat lunch between their classes in University. It was odd not seeing each other everyday during school so they decided they would catch up for lunch and study together at Jumin’s house since his father was never home and he had the more extensive library. “Mhmm, Rika’s her name- I’ve met her a few times, she’s nice,” he replied after he swallowed a bite of his food, dabbing at the corner of his lips with a napkin. “Ahh Rika and V, aren’t you scared that she’s going to steal him away from you?” she teased knowingly, waiting to see the unimpressed look he so often gave her when she teased him. Ahh there it is! Right on cue Juju, right on cue.

“Well if you didn’t manage to completely steal my best friend from me, I don’t think I have anything to worry about,” he admitted as he dropped a cut of his meal onto her plate, knowing that she loved this particular chicken dish his chef had packed for them. “I could have stolen him, if I really wanted you know,” she pouted as shoved the piece he cut off into her mouth, trying her best not to moan at the delicious flavours that dances across her palate. “But I didn’t want to leave you all alone, that would have been too sad Juju.”

“Right. Be that as it may. He is my friend, my best friend-” “One of your best friends-” she corrected. “Yes, fine, one of my best friends. I just want to see him happy,” he said decisively, thinking his friend seemed a little lonelier now that he and MC were off to University without him and spending more time together. It would be good for him to have someone like he had with… what the hell was he thinking?

MC nodded as she chewed, thinking over what Jumin had said; it was true, Jihyun deserved to have as much happiness in his life and she knew that he would make the very best boyfriend. He was kind and attentive, calm and had a good heart- just like Jumin.

“He’s taking her hiking so they can take photos together,” Jumin added to kill the silence between them, both overthinking and ruminating over their unspoken thoughts. “First dates should be about getting to know each other, sitting down, drinking a fine wine and good food-” “Oh that sounds nice! We should do that! We should all go on a double date with them!” she quipped excitedly, not quite realising what she had said. It only took a second before her words came back to her, the horror flashing over her face. Had she labelled them as a couple? They weren’t even dating! They were friends! Just. Friends. She looked over to Jumin who had stopped mid-way from cutting another piece of chicken off to give to her, his expression stoic and seemingly unfazed. Inside he was screaming. They were friends. Just, friends.

“I… I just realised the time… I’m so sorry Jumin, I have to go… running late for a lab… I’ll… I’ll see you!” she lied as she quickly packed up her things and ran off into the crowd, hoping to gain some distance before he ran after her to drill it into her thick head that they were only friends, nothing more, never would be.

MC stopped abruptly, almost causing another student to crash into her.

Why did it hurt to think they would never be anything more? They were in a good place as it was, they hung out, laughed and understood each other. So what if he never held her apart from a platonic hug? So what if he never caressed her face with those beautiful hands of his? So what if those plump lips of his never graced her own? Never tasted her skin? Never whispered sweet nothings into her ear?

So what?

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it all to hell.

She wanted it. She wanted it all. She wanted more.

She wanted him. MC didn’t know when she had stopped thinking of Jumin as a friend, didn’t care when her heart had decided upon betraying her. All she knew was now that she knew, she couldn’t just forget. She was in love with him, utterly and completely, and that was terrifying.

She didn’t want to lose her best friend.

… One of her best friends.

Jumin hadn’t attended the rest of his classes. Which was odd. He went when he was told that his father was about to have a trial separation from his stepmother. He went when he was near delirious with fever. He went even during a blistering heat wave, only he and his professor were the ones in class. So for him to not attend, something catastrophic must have happened.

But no, he was stuck on the ground, the food that they were eating still spread around him and starting to attract insects. He didn’t even care. His mind was reeling, a thousand thoughts bombarding him, his brain unable to keep up with each train of thought that raced through his head.

Double date? She said that right? For me and her to go on a double date with V and Rika. I’m sure that’s what she said. Perhaps she meant it platonically? Yes, she must have. She doesn’t think of me that way. Nor I her. We’re just friends. Best of friends. Closer than most. Nothing wrong with that… no of course not. Double date? Could that mean something other than the normal meaning? I know how people like to add double entendre to things, perhaps this was the case? Maybe I should ask someone else what they think it means…

When Jumin finally walked through the front door, the head of staff greeted him with his favourite wine and a glass of MC’s preferred juice… was this something that always happened? He never noticed. The butler’s smile faltered when he didn’t see MC beside him as he lowered his tray. “Will Miss MC not be joining us today, young Master?” he asked as tactfully as possible. Jumin looked over his shoulder to see the maids pause what they were doing and listen intently. “No, not today Mr Kang,” he replied curtly, his lips pressed into a thin line. The older man bowed and promptly turned around, instructing the girls to fix up the table settings, they wouldn’t need to serve two that night. When did that start? When did they start automatically assuming MC was going to be there? When did it become odd when she wasn’t? This was his house, right? Not hers. Ridiculous.

Jumin entered his study and sat down on the left side of the couch because MC liked the right… he glanced down at the spot where she usually sat, and how her legs would stretch out and seek out their spot under his thigh, her feet somehow always cold, even during Summer. He took note of the thick, fluffy garishly green blanket that hung over the arm of the seat next to him. She had brought that over because she would get cold and Jumin would always run hot so she didn’t want to turn up the heat; he would cover her with that each and every time she would fall asleep between her hours of studying. She would yell at him for letting her fall asleep. They would eat dinner. The maids knew how she took her coffee and her favourite cakes. The driver knew all the different shortcuts to get her house.

If he checked the bathroom he wouldn’t be surprised if they had sanitary products for her there.

Then everything stopped, the jumbled thoughts in his head halting to a standstill. Everything made sense, it was all so simple. With such perfect clarity, he realised he was in love. Because his staff knew he was in love. His staff had catered to MC more because he had told them to with how he treated her himself. He placed her needs first- she was an honoured guest, his friend… he hadn’t thought about it. Though it was apparent that they had.

Jumin pinched at the bridge of his nose, it was going to be problematic, he just knew it. How was he supposed to tell a girl, who was his best friend (one of his best friends!), that he didn’t want to be best friends anymore.

He wanted more.

“Mr Kang!” he roared, his voice echoing into the empty halls of the house. The butler ran into the room, out of breath and a look of panic upon his face. “Young Master,” he panted, leaning onto the door furtively to mask his fatigue, “you called?”

“I did,” Jumin replied brushing past him into the foyer, opening the hall closet to take out a jacket to make himself look slightly more presentable. “Instruct Driver Kim that I will need his services tonight-” “Where to Young Master? Perhaps I may go in your stead so you can study-” “Tell him I need to go to MC’s house.”

Mr Kang’s worried expression eased into a relieved smile, his eyes wrinkling up with joy. He clapped Jumin on the arm almost proudly before going off to do as he was asked. Jumin straightened his clothes and ran his fingers through his hair as he breathed in and out, suddenly nervous to go see one of his best friends. Did he hug her? Shake her hand? Kiss her?

Oh, he really wanted to kiss her.

The car pulled up and Mr Kang opened the door for his young master, holding out a plain white paper bag for Jumin to take. Confused the dark-haired man took the handles and looked into the bag, wondering what the content could possibly be. “Cakes, young master. Your lady is most fond of cakes. It would be rude for you to visit her unawares without something to offer her in return for her inconvenience,” he reminded Jumin, years of etiquette lessons slowly flooding his mind again.

“M-my lady? I… I …Thank you, Mr Kang.”

“Will the young miss be joining us tomorrow?” he inquired, a small knowing smile on his face. “I don’t know… but I hope so.”

He knocked on her door, hopeful that her parents wouldn’t answer the door. Ah, some luck. It was her. Was she always so beautiful?

Stupid Jumin.

Of course she was.

“I…” “…Would you like to come in?”

“Yes. I would. Very much.”

How do friends stop being friends and become more? With cake. And coffee. A kiss that tasted of icing and black coffee. Another that tasted like possibility. Of hope. Of…

Everything they should be.

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